AN: Recently I challenged myself to write a story. One that had a song title for each chapter. This song title will be in alphabetical order. Such as chapter one will start with an A, chapter two will start with a B. The song will have something to do with the story - if I am good enough at choosing the song. =)

Note: some chapters may be skipped since I don't have songs with Q's and such.

Note 2: Again, no accents. Can't do them, won't do them. Sorry if it makes it less believable.

Always Know Where You Are

When I see my self, I'll always know where you are… - Johnny Rzeznik

The elder of the two Williams Turner, had no such way of knowing he had a child. Even in the first fleeting years on the Dutchman, he had no way of probable contact with his love, Elizabeth. He had always hoped that on that one night they were allowed, that maybe he'd been able to leave behind much more than just a heart; his heart. As he stood at the helm of his ship, he stared out into the darkness of the ocean. Somewhere out there was the woman that he desired to be with the most, but the chance of permanent death held him from pursuing that dream. The dream he'd had so many times before.

Tia Dalma -more formerly known as Calypso- had explained to William that it was destiny that brought him to the place he was now. What kind of destiny could rip someone away from the ones they loved? He couldn't imagine any other way of saying it; he was at a loss. Destiny or not, this was no way to live a life; no one should have to live without their love. Yet here he was, living each day as it was, without her. Even so long ago when he met her on the ship, he never suspected that they would end up together. Though they were married, it didn't seem that way. Destiny widowed her the same hour she'd gotten to marry him; it seemed hardly fair.

"What are you staring at?" Bootstrap asked as he watched his only child gaze into the starlight. He already knew the answer; it was the same every night his son stared into the distance. He always stared at the pier, waiting for her to appear. His fear was always the same.

"What do I do if she dies?" Will asked when his father asked him the question. He seemed to have ignored Bootstrap's inquiry. "I mean, Elizabeth. What do I do if she were to die? I would never have the heart to escort her to the beyond. Worse yet, what if she died and I didn't know?"

"Lad, these are questions that I wish not to answer. I always wondered the same thing. What would I do if you died? I knew somewhere out there, you were still alive, but I never suspected you to show up here. Now, here you are as our captain...and I still wish it wasn't true." Oh Captain, My Captain, he thought bitterly to himself. Though he hadn't died a captain of the ship, he was dead, and he was a captain now.

"Do you know, father," he began as he turned to face him finally, his elbow resting on the wheel of the ship. "What would have happened? The destiny I would have faced if you had stayed in our lives?"

Our? Bootstap considered this briefly, before facing him with the answer. "You wouldn't have met Elizabeth. Or rather, you would have met her, but she wouldn't have a tie to you. The moment that intertwined your lives was that moment she found you shipwrecked, aye?"

"Yes, but had she never stolen the medallion, I'd have no reason to have saved her. Thus, she would never have been kidnapped." He stared at the stars again, wondering what she was thinking of. "Do you think she feels the same way?"

"I doubt she doesn't. She loves you, probably with more passion than you love her. She is, after all, your wife." Will nodded; it felt good to hear his father say your wife. Even though he'd agreed to have a more formal ceremony when he'd returned home, it was still a good feeling, the best feeling, to hear the words your wife.

Elizabeth sat on the rocky cliff that overlooked the ocean, listening to her son with his wooden sword. Though young Will was merely five, he still had the audacity that one could compare his father to. William watched his mother, the sword lowering to his side. She always encouraged him to stay in touch with his roots, that he was the child of two swashbuckling pirates, but that was no reason to loose touch with reality. He scampered to her side and sat beside her, watching the sea roll against the rocky cliffs. "Mother," He asked as he stared down into the water. "Are you thinking of Papa again?"

Elizabeth looked to her only child and smiled slightly. He had the very features that reminded her so well of his father. There was no mistaking whom he belonged to. Brushing his hair to the side softly, Elizabeth feigned a smile at his attire. A trihorn hat, followed by the same outfit she had once seen his father wearing, when she had found him on the sea. "He was a wonderful man, as you well know." Elizabeth answered as she continued to watch the waves.

"Tell me about him."

"Don't you ever get tired of hearing the stories, William? They've never changed; I would think you would tire of them." She asked as she gently took the wooden sword from him and placed it at her side. He scooted closer to her, folding his legs as he let himself get lost in her words.

"I could never tire of hearing the stories. Do you think I'll meet him one day? Maybe I'll be as good a pirate as him one day!" William announced eagerly as he saw his mother wince. His smile soon faded and he waited for her to scold him. Normally when she did that, a scolding was in order.

"Your father...was an amazing man. He used to make swords for a living, as a blacksmith. He was merely an apprentice, but eventually he began to get so good at it, they gave him his own part of the workshop." She smiled a bit and ran a hand through his hair, hearing the wind gently calling through the grass. "But one day, your mother did something very bad. You see, when we first met, I had stolen a pendant off of your father. At the time, I hadn't known how important it was, but it became the reason your father came to find me."

"A pendant?" William asked hopefully. The stories never changed, but he always had the same questions. "What kind?"

"The usual; a golden one with skull and crossbones. The same one that flies with the Black Pearl." She answered, pausing to await his next question.

"Uncle Sparrow's ship?" William sat on his knees now, eagerly awaiting the next part of the story. "Then what?"

"Well," Elizabeth told William the story of how they met, and everything in between, but when it came time to speak of how his father had died, she didn't have the heart to tell him. "After we got married, your father and I had to go separate ways. He became the new captain of the Dutchman, and I came here to Singapore in order to raise you."

"Uncle Sparrow says you must be dead to be the captain of the Dutchman." William stated matter-of-factly. Elizabeth paused and sighed.

"I never wanted to tell you your father died, I was afraid it would give you false hope. I suppose telling you he was alive is no better, but you're just a child." She took one of his hands in both of hers and forced a smile. "Yes, he died, but that chest that remains by your bed...that chest is what holds the very life your father needs to survive." Elizabeth had decided to keep the chest in William's room; it had been the only sound that could lull him to sleep as a baby. After that it became a permanent solution. She gingerly touched the key on the chain around her neck. The key would never leave that spot, no matter what anyone tried. When she took the key off, it always went in the same place. "Let's go home. You must be tired, William."

That night, William decided to do something unforgivable. He knew where his mother kept the key, but he wanted to verify the contents of the chest on his own. It was the veritable treasure he'd never been able to keep. After finding the key in the hideaway slot in his mother's dresser, he ran back to his room and held it in his hands. His uncle told him once what was in the box, but he'd never been able to believe Jack. Even his mother told him not to believe Jack. Placing the key inside the lock, he turned it and backed away when everything clicked open. What would his mother do if she saw him open it?

Placing both of his palms on the lid, he gently raised it up, peering down at the contents inside. As to be expected, it had contained a human heart. He wasn't sure if he should be happy, or upset. Now he knew, with clarity, that his father was dead. But he also knew what the chest contained. He didn't touch it, which was one thing he would never do. Instead, he whispered softly. "I'll always know where you are..." He smiled and closed the box, looking for the key to relock it. "Even if you're far away, or right here, I'll always know where you are."

Out on the Dutchman, William turned to his father and raised a brow. "Did you say something?"

"No, there's no one here but us. Maybe the wind is talking to you again."

I'll probably follow up on this. I really like where this chapter went. So I'll probably base the next one on the after effects of William opening the chest. MUAHAHAH! Oh...sorry. ^^

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