It was a beautiful day to be expected at the Caribbean. Elizabeth awoke with her pounding with a happiness she could not explain. This feeling she was experiencing was to deep and she hadn't felt it since the day William III was born and she had become a mom.

A ray of light went straight to her left eye, causing her to rise from her bed. She calmly walked to the kitchen. It was nearly midday and she was glad she had woke up so late, so the day would be shorter till the long-awaited sunset.

She was surpreised to find William attempting to cook something for lunch. Without him noticing, she stood on the threshold gazing at his other half of life: his son.

Without much effort, William managed to break a plate whcich he had hoped her mother wouldn't notice, although she was directly watching.

"I'm sorry mamma!" He said trying to excuse himself.

"William, it doesn't matter. I was watching you cook and it was so beautiful. It is so wonderful such gesture" She answered gently, reassuring her son that he had done nothing wrong.

Cheerful that he would not be told off, he told her mother "you slept until late and I though I could cook something for lunch. You don't like cooking anyway, and you said that you didn't want any maid today in the house."

"It's alright. Yes, we are together and alone because in this perfect day no one must disrupt the wellbeing of the house." By her tone, he could tell that her mother was absolutely happy.

They sat down on the kitchen table eating the half-burned meal that William had prepared so eagerly. They talked for a long while in the after-lunch conversation, remembering trips mother and son had made and William's first journey to Tortuga. He had admitted that to be one of the best trips he had done in his childhood.

It was well-passed midday and Elizabeth was lying on a sofa over the living room, reading a novel about pirates, which she never got bored of. William was swordfighting in the big garden, near the woods over the cliff. She could see the breathtaking view from the window. How she had wished to be with her husband, sailing the seas. But in a few hours' time that would be possible.

She could read no longer as her thoughts drove her away from the thematic of the book. All she could think of was him. Her William. Once again with these joyful thoughts, she fell asleep, as the peace and calmness of her surroundings made her rest even more quiet.

Little Will came running towards the house, dropping his swords and removing his bandana. He headed towards her mother in the sittiing room and woke her up, not caring to cease her sleep.

"Mamma, the sun is about to set!" He half-cried as he pulled her to stand up from that old sofa.

Unconsciously, she let two tears escape her eyes. She wiped them away and made haste to the cliff just in front of their house.

William III was half-running ahead singing that particular song she had sung when she was his age. Shw could hear in the distance the mumbling:

Yo ho Yo ho a pirates life for me

We pillage

We plunder

We riffle and loot

Drink up me hearties yo ho

Yo ho Yo ho a pirates life for me.

She finally catched up with her son and smmiled at his as she watched him down. He also faced her, retirning her smile and let her put her arm aroung him as they waited for the sun to set.

None of them dared to speak. Elizabeth did not even dare wink her eyes for she was anxiously waiting for that flash of green to appear in the horizon. Before she knew it, there it was, the flash of green.

She winked in awe and smiled once again to her son receiving his grinn.

The Flying Dutchman was to far to notice anyone aboard so they waited a while to go ashore to meet the man of their lives.

"Let's go!" she cried to him, now heading the run down to the beach.

Meanwhile, a long boat was already in the water, heading to land, to the very same spot where Elizabeth and Will had said their last good bye ten years ago.

She made a brief flashback and realised how much time had passed and how she had took advantage of each second with her son, despite her husband's absence. She did not wish to go back, she could only see ahead of this day.

Will eventually threw himself to the water in order to reach land faster, his thoughts focused on the woman that had made his life complete. He had spotted her a few minuted ago and didn't need to look far to see her again, running towards him.

Elizabeth threw her arms around him, almost losing balance and knocking him down. He was a tough man, strong but sensible and immediatley realised that it was the very same Elizabeth who loved him as much as he loved her who was there, hugging him tightly, not letting him go. He didn't want to anyway, as he buried his head in her hair, recognising old smells as well as discovering new ones.

"I love you so much Elizabeth" He whispered in her ear, making tears leave her eyes as she responded with a murmur that was barely audible: "I love you Will"

Eventually they look into each other's eyes and he came to terms with the fact that he was home. She was his home and she had been waiting for him.

Such was the excitement that he didn't realise a pulse inside him which reverberated in her hands upon her chest. She suddenly became blanck, and he too dropped tears from his eyes. This was much better than expected! He had his heart back, only they didn't understand how.

All of a sudden, a distinctive voice was heard from the sky, slow but harsh:

William Turna' iu have sieled de seas and have fulfiled iur duty. Iu have remained tru to she whom you lov and she has bin tru to iu. Iur heart is back to its rightful place, for iur service to de Duchman has ended.

William III was stunned by this apparent magic so he emerged to the sand from behind a corner of the cliff. Elizabeth was still looking up to the sky, thanking her husaband for being so loyal.

Meanwhile, Will spotted the child. He could see his own eyes in the kidd. He was no fool but the odds that he could have a son were practically none. One remote day with Elizabeth ten years ago, consummating their marriage could have such positive effects?

He couldn't say a word for he was absolutely petrified by the happiness he felt if the boy was his son.

"Will this is William Turner III, our son. William, this is Will, your father." She introduced both of them.

William III had been waiting for so long for this moment to come and now was unsure that his father was even glad to see him. Little did he know Will was blessing this moment as one of the happiest in his life.

"William!" He exclaimed, kneeling in the sand and opening his arms in welcome.

"Without second thoughts, William threw himself into his father's arms tightly gripping his strong arms and putting his own around his neck. Will got up and twirled his son in the air, much to William's amusement. Elizabeth let more tears leave her eyes as she had realised that what she saw in fron of her was a family. She didn't want to ask anything else from life, she had everything she wanted there, on that beach, next to her.

Will finally placed his boy in the ground, hugging Elizabeth once more, next to the two people he cared most in this world: his wife and son. There was no need to talk as the three of them enjoyed the moment of understanding from behalf of all.

As it grew darker, Elizabeth said "we should return home if not wen won't be able to fin our way back"

"Yes we should, but all I need is here on the beach" Will replied. With these words, William threwa himself to his father once again saying "I've missed you pappa, I'm glad you're home"

Elizabeth and Will shared their first kiss since his arrival, reminding themselves when they were ten years younger. They smiled at each other, in a peak of happiness that all three of them shared.

This definetely was home.