The Turners

Chapter 2

The New Captain

"It's time you get your heart back Will."

Bootstrap, standing behind his son, took a board and whacked his son over the head with it. Will blacked out. He shouldn't be awake for this.

Elizabeth moved the chest to a chair and opened it to reveal Will's heart. She put the heart in a pot of hot water, which she had removed from the fire. Once this was done, she went over to her husband's unconscious form. She took one of his hands and waited for the sea goddess to join them.

"He'll be fine Elizabeth." Bootstrap told her. "I didn't hit him hard enough to kill him, just to put him out for a few hours. Once this is all over, he'll have his heart, his family, and a minor headache.

Elizabeth laughed a bit despite the current position. "I just want him back. I have missed him more then you could ever know."

"You love him." One of the others said.

"With all my heart," Elizabeth responded. "Everyday, I look at our son, and I'm reminded so much of Will. It has been both a blessing and a curse. I have someone to hold onto, someone who is a part of Will, but at the same time, he isn't Will."

A familiar voice filled the room, a voice that Elizabeth hadn't heard in ten years. "But you don't have to fret any longer. You'll soon have both your husband and your son."

A woman that Elizabeth once knew as Tia Dalma stood by the door. "I've had my eye on you, King of Pirates. I've been watching you and your little boy for ten years. You, Elizabeth, did for ten years what I could not. You stayed faithful to the man you love. He has too and he has done the job assigned to him. It's time to let him live."

The goddess stepped forward so she stood on the side of the table opposite Elizabeth. Will lie in the middle of them still unconscious.

"Who is taking his place?" Tia Dalma asked.

"I am." Bootstrap stepped forward.

"You must cut along the scar above his heart. Elizabeth, you must place his heart inside. I will take care of the rest." The woman nodded to them as a sign to start.

Bootstrap pulled out his knife and began to cut as Elizabeth went to the both of water and took out her husband's heart. Bootstrap had finished. Elizabeth placed the heart in her husband's chest, feeling sick to her stomach.

She took Will's hand again as Tia Dalma began to mutter over Will's body. Bootstrap held Will's other hand. After five minutes or so, Tia Dalma stood up straight and looked to Elizabeth. "Wake him up."

"Will," Elizabeth called, running her fingers across his cheek. He mumbled something incoherent. "Will, I need you to wake up."

Will slowly opened his eyes and gave a tired smile to Elizabeth.

"William Turner," Tia Dalma said.

Will shot straight up so he was sitting on the table staring at the woman.

"I told you that you had a touch of destiny about you. Welcome to the land of the living."

Will looked toward Elizabeth and smiled fondly. She found his smile infectious and began to smile as well.

"I am afraid that we aren't done yet. You must cut out the heart of your successor," Tia Dalma said pointing to Bootstrap.

Will turned a little pale, but nodded. "Are you sure you want to do this Father?" Will asked.

"William, my wife died years ago. You and your family are the only things that tie me to land. I feared death twenty or so years ago when I agreed to join Davy Jones's crew, and I still fear it now. I can live on the sea, and every ten years, I can come and see you and your family. I am the best choice for this, and I don't mind it," Bootstrap reasoned.

"Alright." Will took the knife his father handed him and cut a long slice into the skin on his father's chest. Elizabeth looked away.

Will cut out the heart and put it in the chest. The wound on Bootstrap pulled itself together and stopped bleeding.

Will handed Bootstrap the key and the chest.

"And now, it is all done," Tia Dalma told them softly. "I am sorry you had to wait so long to be together," she told Will and Elizabeth.

Bootstrap placed the key around his neck and the other four men left with the chest headed for the Flying Dutchman.

"I wonder," Tia Dalma started, "if I could meet your son?"

"Of course," Elizabeth said. "William, you can come out now."

"Are you alright Father?" The boy asked coming from his room.

"Yes, and I'm all yours. I want to introduce you to some people. This," he said pointing to the woman, "is Calypso."

"The sea goddess? I read all about her in books. I didn't know she was human."

"I am not human my boy. I have the ability to change form as I see it fit. When your father and mother first met me, I was in this form. The called me Tia Dalma."

"Yes, I remember that name. My mother told me. She told me bedtime stories from when she was a pirate. She told me about you."

Will continued. "This, William, is your grandfather, and the new captain of the Flying Dutchman."

"Hello," William said. "My mother mentioned you too, but she didn't know very much about you."

"Well," Bootstrap said, "why don't we give your mother and father some time alone and I'll answer all your questions on the beach?"

"Alright!" William said. "Can I show you the caves? There are so many, but I'll show you my favorites. You have to see all of the fish and the crabs."

"Would you mind if I joined you?" Tia Dalma asked the boy.

"No, not at all. Come on!" The boy grabbed each by the hand and pulled them out the front door and toward the path that lead to the beach.

"Well, I do believe that that was an excuse to get us alone for a few hours," Will said, turning to Elizabeth after he closed the front door.

"Yes, I do believe it was."

I'm sorry that this was shorter, but I have school tomorrow. (ONLY 2 ½ MORE DAYS!) I probably not going to do too much with this story; it will most likely only be 5 chapters or so, but I guess we'll see.

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