Author's Note: I don't own Pirates of the Caribbean or any of its characters. I only own the plot to the story and a few characters which are my own.

Summary: Modern Willabeth Au. It started as a one night stand. It became a beautiful love affair.

Chapter 1

London, Middlesex, United Kingdom.

March 2021

Elizabeth Swann woke with a pounding headache. What the fuck had happened night. At first all she remember was the fight with her father. She had left catching a black cab to the nearest pub.

Bits and pieces of last night seemed to flash through her hung over head. She recalled a pair of dark brown eyes. A thick London with hint of Glasgow accent. Whispering dirty and filthy words in her ear that would have made Christian Grey blush.

There where muscle between her legs that ached that had never ached in a long time. Feeling the bed beside her. It was empty. But still warm her bed partner had just got out bed.

Sitting up. Elizabeth looked around the room. A few photos caught Elizabeth attention. A man dressed in an Army Service Uniform. Another in fatigues in what looked like maybe Afghanistan or maybe Iraq.

Elizabeth heard cursing and swearing coming from somewhere in the house. Picking up a discarded black button down. At least wearing her knickers and nothing else under the black button down shirt she had borrowed.

The aroma of cooking bacon caught Elizabeth attention as she made her though the house.

Her bed companion was standing at the stove bare chested only wearing an old pair of jeans. Five nasty looking scars covered his tanned tattooed muscular back. A tattoo at the top of his left shoulder caught her attention.

Who Dares Wins was tattooed over a skull with Ace of Spades with a Rose and Pistol and Sword in hand. He was either Special Forces or former Special Forces. By Sea and by Land the motto of the Royal Marines tattooed on his other shoulder with the emblem.

He turned to face her. A set of dog tags hung around his neck. W.J. Turner it reads.

His stomach and chest where tattooed with scars. Some where nasty then others. The worse was over his heart. How anyone could survive such a wound Elizabeth didn't know.

"Stealing my clothes already" He rumbled with a thick London with a mix of Glasgow accent.

Before Elizabeth could reply. A large male German Shepherd wandered into the kitchen. He turned his attention to Elizabeth. Coming over pushing his head under her hand demanding attention.

"Dutchmen" I called.

He came over taking the bacon I feed him from my hand. I scratched him behind ears. "Go lay done boy" Dutchmen went over to his bed.

"You hungry" I asked the girl I had spent the night with last night. I didn't really do one night stands. So last night had been a turn up for the books.

"You normally feed the girls you shag"

"First time for everything. I don't really go around shagging every girl I met" I placed two plates on the old table in my kitchen.

"Guess last night was a first me too"

"What sex" I joked

"No. One night stands" I racked my brain to think of her name…..Elizabeth that was it.

Dutchmen's head suddenly popped from under the table in my lap. He was giving me the pleaded eyes hoping to get more bacon off me.

"No."I pushed him away. He walked under the table to Elizabeth trying to con some food off her.

"Sorry boy. I think you had enough" Dutchmen grumbled as he went back to his bed. Laying down with his back to us. Big baby.

"How long have you had him."

"Dutchmen. Been about five years" I answered. I've had him since I had been discharged from the Queen Elizabeth Hospital in Birmingham.

"I'm not good at this"

"The morning after thing you mean" I offered.

She nodded. I wasn't really one for small talk. I found myself getting lost in those brown eyes of hers again.

After breakfast I started gathering up the dirty plates and such to wash up.

"Do you need a hand"

"Will" I placed the dirty dishes on the sink.

"What"

"My name your screamed it often enough last night Elizabeth" I leaned against the sink. Elizabeth blushed bright red.

"Are always such a smooth talker William Turner"

"Not really no." I chuckled.

"Do you still need a hand" Referring to the pile of dirty dishes.

"No. I'll be fine. You can use the shower if you wish" I turned my attention to dirt dishes.

Elizabeth found her clothes and taking Will up on his offer of the shower.

I headed to my bedroom to change into some cloths. The shower could wait till later. I was used to not showering for days at a time.

I pulled on a clean pair briefs. A cleanish pair of jeans. I was buttoning up my shirt when Elizabeth came back into my bedroom with the same clothes she wore last night.

I sat heavily on the bed pulling on my boots. Elizabeth frowned at her phone.

"You alright" I asked standing from the bed.

"Yes I'm fine. I couldn't get a lift from you if not a problem" Elizabeth looked up from her phone.

"No it's fine."I grabbed my keys, phone and wallet from the night stand.

We headed out of the bedroom. I stopped on the way down the hallway. I grabbed the spare helmet I kept.

"Stay Dutch."Dutchmen tail was wagging. Most of the time he went with me on the Bike.

We headed out the backdoor. Down the stairs at the back of the Smithy. I had small garage where I kept my pride and joys.

My three motorcycles I had saved and fixed up. I had taken the Vincent out last night. It was where I had left it last night.

"Where I am dropping you off" I wheeled the Vincent around.

Elizabeth gave me the address. The Vincent fire up with the first kick. She could be fickle bitch of a thing at times. She only really started when she wanted to start.

Her arms wrapped tightly around my stomach as I pulled out of the driveway.

There was very little traffic for a Saturday morning in London. I slowed down as we came up to the street Elizabeth told me to turn down.

Pulling up in front of the house. Sodding hell the place was huge. I shut off the engine putting the kick stand out

"Thank you for the lift" Elizabeth handed the spare helmet back to me.

"No problem" I took the helmet." Hey ahh. Did you possible want to got out for dinner or something sometime with me" Really smooth Turner.

Elizabeth didn't say nothing just pressed her lips to mine. I took that as a yes. It was a good thing I pulled her down to sit in front of me on the bike.

"That a yes" I asked as we both pulled away.

"Yes. Now can I borrow your phone" I reached into my leather jacket handing it to her. I watched with interest as she put her number in my phone and mine in hers.

After a minute or so she handed my phone back to me. I put in back in my jacket. We shared a few brief kisses before she left. I pulled my helmet back.

I kicked the bike back into gear. I whistled to myself as I rode away.