Disclaimer: Will, Jack, Elizabeth, and Barbossa don't belong to me. They are the property of Disney, Gore, Jerry, Ted, and Terry.

A/N: Just to let everyone know, William the first is Bootstrap, William the second is Will, and William the third is William. That's how I will refer to the three Turner men thourghout the entire story. Although Sammi might call William the third 'Will' from time to time.

Also, Forty Fathoms Deep is a song by Various Artists on the Pirates of the Caribbean: Swashbuckling Sea Songs for Children. I borrowed it for my own purposes. Enjoy the new chapter!

Ch. 9: Who's Davy Jones?

"Bye, mum!"

Seven-year old William Turner kissed his mother before he darted out the back door of their cottage. From her kitchen window, Elizabeth watched him run down the dirt road to the Sparrow home. She sighed with relief when she saw the door open and watched Ana welcome her son inside. Elizabeth still couldn't believe how quickly her son had grown. It seemed like only yesterday he lived on breast milk and slept in a crib.

It seemed to Elizabeth that her son's early years had flown by. William had been such an easy baby to raise. After he was three months old, he hardly ever woke her up at night, which had been a blessing. He had a happy, relaxed nature, and he rarely cried at anything. But what Elizabeth was most thankful for about her son was his health.

William had never been sick a day in his life. He'd never even caught as much as a cold. Elizabeth was sure that her son's lucky streak would end when Sammi got the measles, as they were regular playmates. But she had been wrong and William had remained as healthy as ever. His mother thought it was a bit strange that he didn't get sick, but who was she to question it? If his remarkable health continued, she wouldn't have to watch him suffer from illness.

Her son's physical growth in his first years had been very impressive. William had only been crawling for a few weeks when he surprised his mother and took his first steps towards her. Then it was only a matter of time before he was running wild around the house. However, his verbal skills was another matter entirely.

Elizabeth had a sneaking suspicion as to why William hardly talked at all. He spend most of the day around Sammi, who was the liveliest child Elizabeth had ever known. She was also a chatterbox. Sammi was constantly talking, and William only managed add a few words to their conversation. Also, whenever Ana or Jack asked William a question, Sammi would always answer for him. Elizabeth had to put a stop to that, insisting that Sammi only needed to answer questions directed at Sammi. With a little coaxing, William realized that he could speak up and not be interrupted by his friend. He still remained a quiet child, but when he was home with his mother, he could talk with her for hours.

Elizabeth had done her best to teach him right from wrong, which wasn't always easy. It was hard for her to explain that even though she, Aunt Ana, and Uncle Jack were pirates, they were still decent human beings and lived by the code. But William seemed to understand the difference between good pirates and bad pirates. He knew that his mother had only ever killed someone in self-defense. Elizabeth had forbidden him from stealing, lying, cheating, and anything else that might be considered to be dishonest. She may be the Pirate King, but she wasn't about to let her child grow up without morals and a sense of honor. If her son chose to become a pirate when he came of age, Elizabeth wasn't going to stop him. But for now, she was raising her son as a gentleman, like his father had been when she first met him.

Home life suited Elizabeth. She had two duties to keep her occupied; two duties that helped keep her mind off of missing Will. The first and most important duty was raising her son. The second allowed her to work at home and still keep her position as king of the pirates. Elizabeth kept in touch with the other pirate lords, answering letters that kept her up-to-date about the pirates' travels. She had sent each of them a letter of warning about Lord Alexander Beckett and how he wanted to follow in his brother's footsteps and eliminate all the pirates. Sometimes at Jack's insistence, she would forge secret documents or even make new ones. Whatever paperwork any pirate needed, Elizabeth would get it for them. It wasn't as good as being the captain of the Empress, but at least Elizabeth was still involved in piracy.

That morning, she didn't have any pressing matters to attend to, so as soon as she ate her breakfast, Elizabeth walked down the street to visit Ana. Meanwhile, back at the Sparrow home, Ana had her hands full with the two children.

"Hi, William!" The littlest Sparrow shrieked happily as she ran to meet her friend. She had the caramel complexion of her mother, dark eyes and hair, and her father's devil-may-care attitude.

"'Morning Sammi," William greeted her happily. "What do you want to play today?

Sammi didn't answer his question. Instead she went up to him and whispered in his ear that she had something really important to tell him but that she couldn't say anything about it in front of her mother. He nodded to show her that he understood.

"Sammi, oww!" He protested when Sammi grabbed his arm and started pulling towards the door.

"Mum, can we play outside? Pleeease?" Sammi begged. Ana laughed.

"Of course you can. Just stay where I can see you from the kitchen window."

"We will, Aunt Ana," William promised as Sammi rolled her eyes.

"C'mon William - betcha can't catch me!" She sang, knowing he couldn't resist the challenge.

"Oh yeah?" Shrieking with joy, the children chased each other out the door until they were a safe distance away from the Sparrow house, but within viewing distance from the kitchen window at William's assistance. Only then did Sammi tell William why she'd wanted to come outside, away from her mother's ears.

"You'll never guess what happened last night!"

"What?" William humored her. Sammi grinned when she saw she had her friend's undivided attention.

"Well last night I caught my father was singing one of his songs and drinking rum in the kitchen -"

"But he always does that," William pointed out. Sammi sighed. How was she supposed to tell her story with interruptions?

"I know that! I was just about to tell you that I noticed he was singing a song I'd never heard of before." William yawned.

"That's it? A song? I suppose you want to teach it to me."

"No! Will you just listen?" She fumed. William laughed. He did love to tease her.

"Sorry, Sammi. Go ahead." She cleared her throat just for affect.

"Where was I? Ah yes. Last night, I overhead my father singing a particular pirate song..."

(Flashback)

The previous night, at the Sparrow home

Captain Jack Sparrow had had a very long day. That morning, he'd had returned from his journey the far east. He'd spent all day making repairs, unloading and restocking the Pearl, and spending time with his family. That night, he offered to watch Sammi so that Ana could spend some much-needed time away from the house. After he had tucked his daughter into bed, he thought he'd have a few bottles of rum to unwind for the night. He settled onto the den couch, uncorked his first bottle, and took a long gulp. Ah! Much better, he thought as he smacked his lips. Five bottles later, Jack launched into some of favorite pirate tunes, conducting with his arms as he sang. This particular one he hadn't sung in a long time. There might've been an important reason for that but Jack was much too intoxicated to care about what reason that might be.

"Oh forty fathoms deep he walks
With rusty keys his locker locks
Just like he's half asleep he stalks
Forty fathoms deep
Forty fathoms deep he owns
Each sleeping sailor's soggy bones
The legend they call Davy Jones
At forty fathoms deep..."

"Who is Davy Jones?"

"Ahhh!" Jack yelled, frightened out of his wits as he jumped up from his place on the couch, rum bottle in hand. "Oh, Sammi - it's you," he breathed with relief. What are you still doing up?" She shrugged.

"I wasn't sleepy." Jack yawned, scooping up his little girl in his arms. He could do with some rest himself.

"Let's get you back in bed before your mum comes home." Hurrying, Jack carried Sammi upstairs to her room.

"So, who is he?"

"Who, love?" Sammi rolled her eyes, reminding Jack very much of her mother.

"Davy Jones!" Jack suddenly stopped moving. "Honestly, Father," Sammi continued babbling. "Mum's right - you never listen."

"You misunderstood me," said Jack, hoping that he could talk his way out of this one. "I said 'navy bones'."

"Father, I'm seven years old," Sammi sighed. "I know what I heard. Mum says you're not supposed to lie." Jack gulped.

"Every good pirate lies from time to time. Mum knows that." Sammi gave her father a sly look.

"She said you weren't allowed to lie to her or to me. So, did you say Davy Jones?"

"Yes," Jack whispered. Why had he chosen to sing that song? Why! "But I can't tell you anything about him, other than that he was a very bad man. Now, it's off to bed with you!"

"Aw, c'mon Father!" Sammi whined, not detered for a minute. "Was he a pirate? He must've been, he's in a pirate song. I'll bet he was..."

"Jack?" A new voice asked.

"Ana! You're back early!" Jack winced as his life-partner stared up at him with accusing eyes from the foyer below.

"Why is Sammi still awake? It's past her bedtime."

"I was just going to tell her a story right now!" He gave Sammi a pleading look, but she only smirked at him. Finally, it had happened. She had something to use as leverage against her father. Jack, being a smart father, hadn't put himself in this position before. But now that he had, like any decent pirate, Sammi was going to use it to her advantage. After all, one of the first lessons her father had ever taught her about becoming a good pirate was to know the value of leverage.

"I won't say anything to mum if you tell me a pirate story every night for three weeks," she whispered in her father's ear. Jack blanched.

"A story every night for that long is ridiculous," he scoffed. "One week." Sammi shook her head.

"Two weeks, and that's my final offer."

"Fine, two weeks." Jack begrudingly agreed to the deal and shook her hand.

"Jack, are you trying to bribe our daughter?" Ana, who had just finished climbing the stairs, had overheard most of their conversation.

"No I am not!" said Jack. "It's she who's bribing me!" Ana gave her husband a you're- in-trouble look. "I can explain -" Ana held up her hand, stopping him mid-sentance.

"Sammi, say goodnight to your father. Go back to your room and go to bed. Now!" Sammi knew there was no point in arguing with her mum when she spoke in that tone of voice.

"Goodnight," she whispered, feeling a tad guilty that she had gotten him in trouble. Her mother pulled her father into their bedroom, and shut the door behind them. Jack immediately tried to defend himself.

"Ana, all I did was sing a song! How was I supposed to know that she was going to wake up, come downstairs, and ask me about Davy Jones?"

Slap. Sammi winced. Ouch. She didn't envy her father. Her mother supposedly only slapped him when she was really really mad. Sammi didn't understand why her asking about Davy Jones was such a big deal. Why did it get her father in trouble with her mother? Davy Jones must have done something really horrible if her parents, who were usually very open with her about pirate lore, were against telling her about it.

"That's wonderful, Jack," she heard her mother's stinging voice say. "Now she knows about bloody Davy Jones. It was the one subject that we all agreed never to mention. Or did that slip in your mind too? The last thing thing we need is for her to learn of the chest and tell Will-" Sammi frowned and leaned closer to the door. She could no longer hear her mother's voice for some reason. Footsteps approached the door and Sammi barely had time to step back before her parents caught her in the act of eavesdropping.

"Aha, caught you!" Jack crowed. Sammi glared at her father.

"Traitor!" She yelled.

(end flashback)

"So last night, Mum forbid me from asking anyone about about Davy Jones," Sammi said in conclusion. William waited, making sure that she really was finished before talking. He had to admit, she knew how to tell good stories.

"Sammi, it was a good story, but I can't help you. I don't know anything about Davy Jones - I've never heard of him." She shrugged.

"I figured as much. But maybe your mother knows about him." Will shook his head in disbelief.

"I thought you were forbidden to ask anyone about him?" She nodded mischievously.

"I am. But you aren't!" William groaned. He should've known she would've thought of that.

"Besides, your mum is the Pirate King," Sammi added. "She's bound to know about him."

"I don't know," he said thoughtfully.

"Please, William! I'm just dying to know," Sammi begged. "Don't you want to know too?" William had to admit, he was rather intrigued.

"I don't know," he muttered.

"C'mon William," she moaned. "Parents only forbid their children from knowing stuff that they think will scare them. So that means it's got to be something really really interesting!" William nodded - she had made a good point.

"Well, if it means that much to you, I guess I could ask her."

"Oh, thank you!!" Sammi gave him a big hug. Then she tapped him on the shoulder. "Tag, you're it!" The children once again resumed their came of chase around the Sparrows' backyard. Ana and Elizabeth watched them from their window, chatting as they fixed their children's lunch.

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All day William thought about how go about asking his mother about this Davy Jones person. He thought about forgetting the whole thing, but he knew Sammi would be so disappointed if he didn't ask. He had told Sammi he would ask his mother about Davy Jones, and he had to keep his word. He finally decided that the straightforward approach would be best. William waited until after dinner, when his mum was working at her desk.

"Mum, I've got a question." William stood next to her, watching as she worked. He didn't mean to disturb her, but he had to ask now.

"What's that, dear?" Elizabeth asked distractedly as she rustled through her desk, trying to locate a certain form that Jack needed duplicated with some signatures forged.

"It's about a pirate, I think," said her son. Success! Elizabeth found the form she was looking for at the bottom of the stack. She dipped her quill in the inkwell and began to copy the document word for word.

"Who is Davy Jones?" Elizabeth's quill fell from her hands as she turned around to stare at her son in shock. Horrible scenarios played out in her mind. Just the mention of that name brought back memories of her husband's murder.

"Where did you hear about Davy Jones?" she asked, her voice shaking with fright. "William?" He sighed, looking down at the floor.

"Sammi."

"Jack must've said something to her - oh I'm going to kill him!" Elizabeth muttered to herself. Then she turned back to William. "What did Sammi tell you?"

"Nothing, other than that he was a bad pirate and that her parents wouldn't talk about him."

Elizabeth exhaled in relief, but her heart didn't stop racing. Of all nights, William just had to pick this one to ask her about Davy Jones. She tried to stop the tears from falling but she couldn't tonight. Not when it was the eight year anniversary of her marriage to Will.

"Mum, I'm sorry! I didn't mean to make you upset." William looked up at his mother with pleading brown eyes. He looked so much like Will at that moment that it made her lose control of her carefully guarded emotions.

Elizabeth scooped up William in her arms and held him close. He hugged her tight as she softly cried against him. After about five minutes, Elizabeth regained control over herself.

"I know you didn't mean to upset me," she murmured. "I can't tell you anything about Jones right now, William. I don't want to scare you." Elizabeth said, her voice still wobbling. She knew she had to give him a reason and hoped that this one was plausible enough. "When you're older, I'll tell you about him." William nodded seriously.

"Alright, Mum." Elizabeth choked back a sob as she smoothed his hair away from his face.

"You look so much like your father, William. I know you must be tired of hearing that by now, but it's true. I miss him everyday, but I miss him especially today."

"How come?" William wanted to know. Elizabeth sighed, biting her lip.

"It was eight years ago today that I last saw him."

"Can you tell me more about him?" William asked. He hadn't asked about his father before, even though he desperately wanted to know more about him. He thought it would make his mother sad. "Unless it's too painful. If it is, then don't tell me because I don't want you to hurt anymore."

"It's not that painful," Elizabeth reassured him. "What have I told you of your father so far?"

"That he's a captain of a ship sailing in a faraway land, that he's a good man, and that he loves us. But that's not very much, Mum," he whined. "I'm seven years old; I need to know more about my father!" She chuckled and ruffled his hair.

"You're right," she agreed. "I'll tell you about him after you're all ready for bed." William followed her into his room and it was not long before he was tucked in and waiting patiently for her to tell him about Will. She took a seat on the bed next to him and began to speak.

"Your father is an excellent swordsman. He used to be a blacksmith before he became a pirate, back when we were living in Port Royal. Will made the most beautiful swords; he was so talented that many rich people requested his swords. Since I was the governor's daughter, I wasn't supposed to marry a blacksmith. But we fell in love anyway."

"And you got married on a pirate ship, right?" William interjected.

"Aye," Elizabeth said softly. "I'd forgotten I'd told you that. It wasn't a fancy church wedding with dresses and flowers and cakes, but it didn't matter to me. I had Will, and that was enough."

"But why doesn't he live with us?" William couldn't help but ask. "Uncle Jack is a captain and he lives with Aunt Ana and Sammi for most of the year. Why couldn't Father just do that?"

Here it was, the question she'd been dreading to answer since her son had been born. Elizabeth knew she couldn't give him a complete honest answer. That would involve telling him about Davy Jones, the Flying Dutchman, and the chest that held her husband's still-beating heart. Someday, she would tell William everything, but for now she would give him the simplest explanation. Elizabeth hugged her son again before she began to speak.

"William, sometimes in life there are things that we have to do, even though we really don't want to do them. Your father has been charged with a noble duty; he must carry it out even though he'd much rather be here with us. Will has a responsiblilty to his crew, and to the people that he helps. He can't leave them, even just for a day. That too, is part of his duty."

"Wow," William said softly. "Will we ever get to see him?"

"Yes," said Elizabeth, smiling through her tears. "He'll be finished with his duty in two years." William pouted.

"That's too long to wait to meet Father!"

"I know," she whispered. Oh, how she knew.

"William, how about I tell you a story about your father every night before you go to bed?"

"I'd like that," the little boy replied, smiling up at his mother.

"I want you to know all about him before he returns."

"Do you think he'll like me?" Elizabeth grinned at her worried son.

"Of that I'm sure. He loves you, more than you can know."

"Good," said William, yawning.

"So you understand why your father can't be with you? You won't hold it against him?"

"No," he said, puzzled. "He didn't have a choice, right? That's not his fault." His mother smiled.

"I'm so glad you understand. You're such a smart boy, William; you have such a bright future ahead of you. But right now, it's time to go to sleep," said Elizabeth in a stern voice, which only caused her son to laugh. He kissed her goodnight and then she left to retire to her bedroom. Before he fell asleep, William decided that he wanted to grow up to be a pirate captain like his father.

End Ch. 9

A/N: I was going to add in a scene between Will and Calypso, but that would make this chapter waaaaay too long. Look for that and an explanation why Elizabeth knows that Will knows about the existence of their son. Reviews please!

Also, after several reviews telling me that four is two young for the children to be speaking the way they do (you're right) I decided to change Sammi and William's ages to seven in this chapter. That means it was Will and Elizabeth's eighth anniversary. I hope that doesn't confuse anyone.