I had decided to take a nap, my father said we would make it by nightfall since the crew (minus Jasp and I) had decided stopping to get "provisions" (rum and a new sail), putting us off a bit.

"It doesn't matter anyway," Gibbs had explained. "We're supposed to be there by morning and we'll easily meet that deadline." The captain had nodded, taking a hearty swig from his bottle.

Jasper was up in the crow's nest, watching the stars. He was exhausted from being commanded to put up the new sail all by himself. Our father had said that would be his punishment, and Jasper had indeed rose to the occasion, scurrying about hastily until the fine new black sail hung firm and ready.

I was stretched out on the rail when I heard footsteps, my eyes fluttered open and I spied my father. He was only a few feet away and then his head turned to me.

"Tell my Amy, do you often miss your mother?" he asked. I nodded.

"I think about her a lot captain, why?" I inquired. He didn't respond but turned to Cotton, who was sailing at the moment.

"Mr. Cotton!"

"Shiver me timbers!" the bird replied.

"Straight ahead please! We're less than half an hour away from port!"

I whipped my head back and stared into the vast ocean of darkness. There was nothing here! I squinted harder and against the stars I could faintly see a landmass. I turned to the captain and raised an eyebrow. "We're doing common shipping company work? What does the Pearl look like to you? A bus?" he laughed at that, taking a swig of rum.

"I thought the job would best for the crew and more specifically, you and Jasper." He said simply. I shook my head, our father was a strange man and I had given up on ever attempting understanding him, it was a fruitless quest.

There was a loud thud and a brief moment of silence before an "Ouch!" could be heard. I turned my head in the direction of the exclamation and could see by the candlelight my brother.

"You alright there?" the captain called.

"Yeah, I slipped off of the bloody rope." Jasper called. I giggled at my brother's misfortune. My father turned back to the direction of the rapidly approaching land.

"Amy?"

"Yes captain?" I replied immediately.

"…you can call me dad." He said quietly. I closed my eyes; there really wasn't a stark contrast against the night sky and my eyelids.

"No, I can't." I whispered.

"Mom," I asked, pointing to an old photograph, one that had always been on the mantle. My mother poked her head in from the kitchen.

"What sweetheart?" she replied. She followed to where my finger was pointed with her eyes and her face was replaced with a smooth glassy look.

"Who's that?" she sighed and took a seat in her chair, looking at me.

"That's… that's… that's your dad." She said at last, a strangled look on her face. I peered at her face and nodded, turning back to the photo.

"What's his name?" I asked.

"William Turner."

"That's Will's name!" I squealed. "Why didn't you name Jasper that?" my mom was silent for a very long time before getting up and moving back to the kitchen.

The captain had left to go speak with Cotton's parrot and I heard more footsteps and then a hand on my shoulder. I turned to see Mister Gibbs in the pale candlelight.

"Hello Gibbs." I said faintly.

"How're ya doin' girlie?" he asked. I shrugged and buried my face in my hands.

"I hate this ship, I don't want to be here, stuck with these people any more but at the same time I do." I said. "Does that make any sense?" I asked.

"Aye, I understand. I too had the same problems when I was yer age. I wanted to be rid of everything and everyone but I realized that I also didn't. There's no easy answer, but it's time for us to take the rowboat." He replied softly.

I looked up and saw that we had indeed stopped moving. The morning was coming, a bit of light fell on the deck and I watched Jasper drop off the ship to land in the boat. I stood, stretching my legs, and followed suit.

Gibbs didn't follow though, he merely untied the boat and we were off. Our father, Jasper, and I. I stared blankly at the horizon and Jasper was struggling to keep his eyes open. The captain however was having no difficulties; he happily rowed on, whistling 'a pirate's life for me'.

There was a strange sense of déjà vu here and I couldn't place my finger on it. Whether it was from a dream or from a long lost memory, the way the light from the sun fell on that cliff. The way that cottage was positioned. It was so familiar, but I couldn't place it.

Then I saw two figures and it all came rushing back to me.

I stood on the beach with my mother; we were talking and laughing together, my toes dug into the sand, my black hair whipping around every which way in the wind.

"I love the sea." She sighed happily; I watched her face, suddenly wrinkle free and filled with laughter.

I had been so young then, so happy and ignorant. William Turner was my father, I was free, I was whatever I wanted.

I snapped my head to the intoxicated man rowing us to the shore. "You're taking us back?" I said my voice cracking. Jasper must've also noticed the strange memory laden land and he was looking at our father for answers as well.

"No, we're not taking you back, are you mad? We're here on business." He replied, annoyed that we had interrupted his rather pleasant whistling streak.

I turned to my brother but he wasn't looking at me, his eyes were rooted to the captain's face. The man rowing didn't say anything more and we went in silence until I could make out the difference between my half-brother and my mother.

The boat bumped up against the beach and our father got out, teetering a bit. I sighed, stood up, and also stepped onto the beach. Jasper's hands were shaking as he followed suit. There, Jasp and I looked at the woman we hadn't seen in nine years.