I do not owe Pirates of the Caribbean and make no money or any other profit on this story.

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The familiar outline and sails came into shape and Will smiled as they came closer the Black Pearl. Ignoring any thoughts of who they might be there for and just happy that he would be seeing the people he had come to see as somewhat of a family.

When they were close enough he could here shouts from the Pearl and up in the crow's nest someone was pointing in their direction. Will saw the hatchets over the canons removed and the canons prepared. It were probably only for precaution. At least Will hoped so but by now they could probably see the sails made of seaweed and as far as Will knew only one ship, his own, had dose kind of sails.

Will ordered a reducing of speed so they wouldn't be seen as threatening. The captain and crew of the Dutchman might be immortal but it was still not a nice feeling of getting blown to bits, and it took a while to get all pieces back together.

It seemed to help. Coming in closer now, the people on the Pearl gathered behind the railing, some with rifles held loosely in their hands but didn't seem too eager to use them. They were almost alongside the Pearl when Will saw the ship's captain come up from below deck. The look at the swaggering, arms weaving, almost always intoxicated captain with the black dreadlocks, red bandana and the very vital hat made Will grin happily.

Minutes later he and five men from his crew were on the Pearl.

"Lookie here, men," Jack said walking towards them. "if it ain't it the whelp. How's the immortal life treating ye, mate?"

Will smiled, "It's good, Jack, but you should be careful. I can make you afterlife very difficult."

Jack recoiled as if he hadn't thought of that but soon was back grinning, "it's lucky me is working on that, then," he said taking a few steps closer and then stood there swaying a little. As much as Will loved this first familiarity he had in months they were there for a reason.

"Where is he, Jack?" he wondered somberly.

Jack's happy persona dimmed somewhat, "down below. We've tried everything to help 'im."

Will nodded, he understood that. He motioned to his crew to get the dying man and then turned to Jack. "If we're here, then there's nothing you can do."

Behind Jack Gibbs spoke up, "what will happen to him?" All Jack's crew seemed to be torn between curiosity and fearfulness.

"I'll give him a choice," Will said. "What happened to him?"

"He fell… from the mast," Marty said pointing up. They all turned and watched as Will's crew came carrying the man on a stretcher. They put him down on the deck and Will walked forward. Behind him Jack followed slower.

Will kneeled down next to the man who was grimacing from the pain. When he looked at Will he became confused, probably because he had never seen him before on the ship.

"Do you fear death?" Will asked and the man's eyes widened in fear. There was only one who asked that if you were injured, all sailors knew that, and it also meant you probably wouldn't make it.

"Y-Yes," he managed to say.

"Would you work for me, as one of my crew, onboard the Flying Dutchman until you feel that you can move on?"

That was the new contract. Where as Jones had forced men into servitude for a hundred years Will gave the chance to avoid the afterlife and work for him until they felt it was time to move on. Then they were allowed to do so with no arguments from anyone.

The man was shaking now, holding on to consciousness by sheer determination. He nodded to Will and managed to get out a noise that sounded like a yes.

Softly Will said, "Then let go. When you wake there will be no pain and no fear for you waiting."

With a relieved sigh the man died. Will watched as the broken bones mended and other wounds closed. A few minutes later the man woke up.

As Will helped him stand he asked for a name. When he got it he told Peter Dendry to say goodbye and prepare to jump ship. While waiting for him to finish Will turned to Jack.

The older captain was looking at him with curiosity. "Are ye supposed to be seen by us, mate?"

"I can choose to be seen or not and you already know me so I figured there was no harm done," Will smiled.

"Speak for ye self. I figured you would be coming for me."

Will looked confused. "Why would I come for you? You are neither dead nor dying."

Jack shrugged, "Thought ye might have come up with some reason these… how long has it been? Four month?"

"Five," Will said quietly.

"Five month," Jack corrected.

"Have you seen her, Jack?" Will wondered, finally asking the question which had been burning in him.

"Now who might ye be talking 'bout?" Jack grinned. "Not Scarlett, I 'magine."

"Jack."

"Maybe that lovely pirate King of ours," Jack mused.

"Jack!" Will said firmly.

"Ah, so it was her. Sorry mate, haven't seen her since we dropped her of at Tortuga."

"Could you go and check on her?" Will asked. "Please," he added watching as his crew moved to his own ship.

Jack rolled his eyes, "Sure mate."

"Thanks, Jack," Will said preparing to move as well. "By the way," he said stopping and turning, "Where's Barbossa?"

Now Jack gave him a full blown smirk, "He's been marooned."

Will laughed and left.

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It was midday in Tortuga and Elizabeth was going through the market. It always surprised her how calm this town was during the day. But then she had only seen it at evenings and nights when she was there before. It was probably during the day, those that were making a ruckus at nights, were sleeping or were past out.

She had been living in Tortuga for almost four months and she was five months along in her pregnancy and had started to show. She was still wearing men's clothing and found it easier with her growing belly. During these months living here she had gotten to know the town and the habitants that lived there permanently. And they had gotten to know her.

It was common knowledge that she was the pirate King so no one tried to mess with her for fear of her being able to make their lives a living hell. She did have some impressive contacts after all. She was also left alone from suitors from the fear that her husband would make their afterlife hell would they die on the sea, which was very possible. Even the drunks have more sense to not treat her like a whore.

It was perfect for her, she had even gotten herself a job with a healer and treated minor wounds so he could focus of the worse ones. She no longer had to sell her jewelry for money even though she did have them to sell.

"Mrs. Turner," A young voice called out. "Mrs. Turner, wait."

She turned and saw a ten year old girl running towards her. "Hi, Jocelyn," she greeted Giselle's little sister. The little girl probably already had her future as a whore planned out, she had told Elizabeth on numerous occasions that she wanted to be like her older sister. Elizabeth and Giselle had become pretty good friends. She helped the prostitute once when a client refused to pay for the service. You wouldn't imagine what a knife to the "good bits" and the title pirate King could get you.

"Hi, Mrs. Turner," the girl said breathlessly. "I was down by the docks when I saw it," she said.

"What were you doing by the docks?" Elizabeth asked. Jocelyn blushed and Elizabeth smiled and did a "oh" sound. Teenage boys were usually down by the docks helping loading on and off the ships.

"Anyway," Jocelyn said, "I was down by the docks and saw it. I'm sure of it."

"What did you see?" Elizabeth wondered curiously.

"The Black Pearl," Jocelyn said in awe. Elizabeth had to hide a smile, she forgot that Jocelyn had a crush on Jack Sparrow.

"So what are you doing here?" Elizabeth asked, "Shouldn't you be down there and great them?"

"Well, I'm sure my chances of meeting him are better if I'm with you since you know him and he's probably here for you," she said.

"Indeed, luv," a familiar voice came from behind. Elizabeth had to smile again as Jocelyn's eyes went behind her and widened.

"Jack," Elizabeth said not turning to see him. "What are you doing here?"

"Just checking up on ye, your highness." That really made her smile and she turned. She could both see and almost feel his chock when his eyes landed on her belly. "I'm fine, Jack," she said.

"Huh, me wonder if the whelp knew?" Jack said.

"Excuse me?" Elizabeth said confused, both had forgotten about Jocelyn who stood by the side watching.

Jack grinned and swaggered towards her, "Well, you see darling. A few days ago I had this particular visit from an old friend. I'm actually surprised to have survived the visit from this friend but not as surprised of the request he had for me. I think you know 'im. Me is pretty certain it's his child you're carrying."

Elizabeth felt herself go pale. "Will," she said, "you saw Will?"

"Sure did, luv," Jack said, "and I must say that death really becomes 'im."

"How was he?" she wondered.

"Me must say that he is on his way of becoming a good pirate, he even threatened me," Jack said in mock seriousness.

"Jack!"

"He really didn't have much time to stay and chat. He was only there for a dying crew member. And to tell me to check up on ye."

Elizabeth felt faint. Will had been there, he had spoken to Jack and asked about her. Those ever present feelings of pain and sorrow that he couldn't be there with her came bubbling up to the surface and tears started to fall down her face.

"Mrs. Turner, are you alright?" Jocelyn asked seeing Jack standing hesitant by the side clearly not knowing what to do.

"I'm fine Jocelyn," Elizabeth said and tried to get herself together. That's when Jack noticed the young girl again. And for any excuse not to handle the crying woman he spoke to her.

"Jocelyn! How nice to see you again, darling. How's your sister?"

"She's fine, Captain Sparrow. She wonders when Mr. Gibbs will come and visit again."

Jack made a sour face and turned to Elizabeth.

"Luv, why don't you come with me to the Pearl?" he asked. "You'll be among friends and who knows? We might run into dear William again."

"Jack, do you really want a pregnant woman onboard your ship?" she asked.

Jack looked like he was having an internal battle, it even looked like he was checking his shoulders every now and then.

"Hmm… why not?" he sighed, "and if I didn't take care of you who knows what William would do to me."

"Thank you, Jack."

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TBC…

I have a tiny little problem and I need you to decide for me. Should Will meet Elizabeth while she is pregnant, or after she had the child or lastly not at all? I have ideas for all three but I can't decide which one to use. Please tell me what you want and I'll try for it.