Will

Will might be immortal but that didn't keep him from having one heck of a hangover. He closed his eyes tightly trying to make the daylight go away. He heard his crew working on deck and knew he needed to get up. He slowly sat up and looked about the cabin – a broken rum bottle over there and another empty rum bottle here by his bed. He closed his eyes with regret as he began to remember what transpired the evening before. He couldn't believe that he had almost betrayed Elizabeth's memory. She hadn't been dead that long and he had almost found himself in the arms of another woman. Then it occurred to him – Calypso! It must have been her in another form, where else would a woman come from?

Will made his way topside and saw his father at the helm. "More souls son," Bootstrap asked as he started to move out of the way for Will to take the helm.

"No father." Will turned and looked around, "James, take the helm." James looked at Will in a questioningly manner.

"Aye sir."

"Father – let's walk." Bootstrap followed Will shrugging his shoulders and lifting his hands to let James know that he didn't know what this was about either.

"You look like hell son."

"Thanks – I know."

"More nightmares?"

"Rum."

"Rum?"

"Yes, rum father," Will was getting very impatient and frustrated not to mention the pounding headache was getting the best of him. "I'm losing it. I'm losing my mind."

"Son you are in mourning. You just recently lost your wife. You are remembering Elizabeth and it's not easy to accept her death."

Will hung his head, "There's another way to help me."

"What way? What are you talking about? Rum?" Bootstrap stopped and grabbed Will by the shoulder. He made Will turn around and look at him.

"Calypso made me an offer to help me with my grief."

"Nothing good will come from that so called woman especially when it comes to you."

"Father – she offered to help me forget – so I wouldn't feel this pain. I wouldn't have to go through eternity thinking of Elizabeth and blaming myself for not being there. I would just not remember her otherwise I'd be the same man I am now."

Bootstrap shook his head and tried to talk as gently as possible to Will, "son – you need to deal with your grief. It will get better – it will just take time. It may be a while but you'll learn to cope with your loss."

"You want me to feel this way for years?"

"Calypso." Bootstrap turned to her.

"Will, come wit me."

"You can't son-"

"Calypso – I have a duty, one of which you charged me with by the way. I am not going to be cursed or allow my crew to be cursed because I'm not here to do my duty."

Calypso knew she had to get Will away from the very duty he was charged with, because it would only be a matter of time before some lost soul would tell Will the truth about his wife being alive.

"As long as you are wit me – you and your crew will not be cursed."

Will looked at Bootstrap as Bootstrap began to say something Calypso interrupted, "Bootstrap Bill Turner, you will be the captain of the Flying Dutchman until such a time that Will returns."

Will saw his father's face and knew he was about to protest, "Father – please. I don't think we have much of a choice. Maybe she can help me with my grief."

"No son-" but before Bootstrap could say anymore Will and Calypso disappeared right before his eyes.