Author's Note- Heh. This is the end to this story. Did Jack keep his promise? That's up to you.
Summary- All she needed at the moment was to find Jack, the only person she could possibly see helping her with her current situation.
Rating- G.
Curiosity Is A Fickle Thing:
Ten Years Later
The sun had set on Shipwreck Cove, giving the place a more eerie appearance on the outside. On the inside, however, the place was warm and well lit. Teague Sparrow sat in the corner of the large meeting room, strumming his guitar with an amused smile on his face. The youngest Turner sat in front of him, cross-legged and plucking slowly at his own instrument.
Elizabeth and her cursed husband sat across the room at the large table, chatting quietly. Will was beaming and more than occasionally cast a glance in his ten-year-old son's direction.
"He looks a little like me when I was a boy," Teague heard Will say. "I agree," Elizabeth replied all too quickly. She was nervous.
Studying the boy seated in front of him, Teague couldn't help but smile at him. Liam was a good kid. While the features he had inherited from his father were not as prominent as the ones he had gotten from his mother, they were still definitely there. He was glad for Elizabeth's sake that Will saw himself in Liam but in Teague's humble opinion, the boy was the spitting image of his son.