A/N: This was meant to be a short one-shot but I'm afraid it's going to have more than 10 chapters... lol Technically, the story is set a few years after the end of Have We Met Before? but if you haven't read it please just note that:

- Blaxton is Jack & Elizabeth's son, who through an unfortunate and entirely unforeseeable series of circumstances became immortal ^^ (however, nobody apart from his parents knows about it)

- Bill Turner is the Captain of the Flying Dutchman

- Barbossa is dead (it wasn't easy to achieve so I'm not bringing him back no matter what lol)

Summary: Seven years after AWE somebody accidentally reveals his mysterious abilities that not only bring back ghosts but also put all the members of the Sparrow family in danger. Jack/Elizabeth. Post-HWMB?

Disclaimer: I don't own Jack, Elizabeth, and other Pirates of the Caribbean characters.

Thunderhearts

Chapter 1

„Mum, you don't want to talk to ghosts?" Blaxton asked in astonishment, looking at Elizabeth who had staggered to her feet from where the three of them were sitting on the deck.

„Well, I think I will go to the galley to see if we have anything worth such guests, should they choose to appear," Elizabeth said with a smile, shaking her head at Jack when Blaxton averted his eyes from her.

Jack gave her a small pout while Blaxton went on examining all the herbs and strange liquids that surrounded them, a collection Jack had brought on board after their last visit on land.

„But Mum... aren't you curious what ghosts will come?" Blaxton shifted his eyes between a small bottle in Jack's hand and Elizabeth.

Jack smirked.

Elizabeth narrowed her eyes at Jack. „I am very curious and by all means do let me know as soon as you will succeed in inviting any," she said, smiling at Blaxton, although still eying all the ingredients sceptically, being actually more curious as to how Jack was going to avoid disappointing Blaxton when the mixture they were about to prepare would, obviously, fail to attract any spirits.

„I think Mum is afraid of ghosts," Blaxton said in a conspirational whisper when Elizabeth had walked away.

„Aye." Jack bit back a smile, pouring blue liquid into a bottle half-filled with herbs. „This might be it. Fortunately, we're here to protect her."

Blaxton nodded. „But we're not going to invite any evil ghosts. Right, Dad?"

„Of course not." Jack glanced at the darkening sky hoping that Ragetti would remember to change his voice while pretending to be a ghost. Making a ghost "appear" would have been too risky and Jack hoped that a mysterious voice would be for Blaxton entertaining enough. The evening sky and pale moonlight provided the appropriately ghastly atmosphere that would make the entire experience properly eerie.

„Dad, what kind of ghost are we going to invite first?" Blaxton handed Jack a small bowl of tiny, colorful flowers to which Jack had pointed.

"What kind of ghost would you like to invite, sailor?" asked Jack with a smile, shaking the bottle, the liquid inside quickly changing color. Jack narrowed his eyes, finding it a tad bit strange that the liquid had actually changed the color...

"Maybe somebody whom Mum knew? Maybe then she wouldn't be scared of ghosts anymore." Blaxton picked up a short, green stick, sniffed it, and then handed it to Jack.

Jack smiled. "That's a good idea," he said indicating a small, sparkling cube that was to be sprinkled into the mixture.

"Maybe..." Blaxton took the cube, squeezing it between his fingers, yellow dust falling into the liquid as he spoke. "Maybe Grandpa Weatherby?" he proposed, and Jack was about to answer when his eyes widened at the sight of the liquid inside the bottle suddenly beginning to boil.

"Dad, it's working, it's working!" Blaxton exclaimed in a joyous voice, while Jack stared at the bottle in slight dismay, trying to figure out what was happening.

All of a sudden, the sky darkened even more and a series of thunders growled above their heads.

"Not good." Jack muttered to himself, looking right and left.

"Did ye call meee?" A high-pitched voice came from behind one of the masts, and Jack rolled his eyes at Ragetti's frightful attempts to sound frightening.

"Dad!" Blaxton jumped to his feet trying to locate the source of the voice.

Jack rose to his feet in confusion when the ship began to sway, dark clouds overshadowing the moon at an instant. Either something very strange was happening or Ragetti was endowed with magical powers. Jack frowned, finding both scenarios equally discomfiting.

"Who are you?" Blaxton called excitedly, spinning around and hardly keeping his balance.

"Man overboard!" Marty called from the crow's nest, attracting the general attention, including Ragetti, who peered from behind the mast with a very nervous look on his face.

Jack wrinkled his forehead as Blaxton ran to the railing, squinting into the darkness.

Several lanterns were lit by the crew and to Jack's complete astonishment they soon noticed a body floating on the water surface.

Putting his hat on Blaxton's head, Jack along with other crew members slid down holding onto the ropes to pull the person out of the water.

As soon as they got close enough to see the man's face, Jack froze but quickly regained his composure, concentrating on getting the man out of the predicament before attempting to explain the unbelievable occurrence.

When everybody managed to climb back aboard, the man was placed on the deck, his pale face glistening in the moonlight.

Elizabeth, who at the sound of thunders had run from below and was now standing with Blaxton, stiffened, her eyes widening in shock.

"See, Mum?" Blaxton pulled her by the hand running toward the small gathering. "It's a ghost!" he exclaimed joyfully, glancing at her over his shoulder.

Ragetti scratched his head hoping that whatever had happened it was not his fault.

"It's not a ghost," whispered Elizabeth, her face as pale as the moon that suddenly peered from behind the clouds, the sky brightening, its color returning to its usual shade of evening blue.

"It's not a ghost indeed. "Jack leaned over the man, and then drew back. "Not anymore, at least," he said, turning his head toward Elizabeth and Blaxton. "He's breathing."