A/N: This is another short drabble I wrote a while ago. I finally decided to post it. Hope you enjoy it.
Return
Black tall boots imprint into the sad as a not quite tall yet still imposing man, if only for the fact he looked perfectly the part of a pirate, stepped out of the row boat. He glanced around the small cove his ship was anchored in. It was on the opposite side of the island he had left one year, one day, and twelve hours ago. Yes, he was counting how long it had been. This man had left something of vital importance behind that day. And now he was here to collect "it", whether "it" wanted to come or not. He knew exactly where "it" would be. He inhaled a deep breath and smelled the breeze. He could almost smell the heady scent of melted metals and burning wood of the smithy from here. He then got his bearings and moved towards town.
Quickly he went through the door of the smithy as the towns night guard patrol walked past. The inside of the smithy was cleaner than he remembered. All the tools in place, a fire smoldering for the night and the donkey fast asleep. Surprisingly there was no passed out drunkard in the corner. But most of all there was no William. He climbed to the rafters and bedded down for the night, determined to catch his fiery whelp unaware in the morning. And so, Jack Sparrow fell asleep waiting for his whelp to return to him, to where he belonged.