Summary: It's a Norrington fic full of time travel, romance, Greek Tragedy, and a doting father-daughter bond. With this chapter, a son meets his father, brothers are in conflict, and elements of noir are introduced.

A/N: A little bit of history.

Ship: The HMS E/N

Disclaimer: Other than Disney, I must, again, mention Jack Davenport along side Idris Elba (as "Ultraviolet" characters Mike and Vaughn) for the brotherly interaction that ensues here. Again, I have to give anachronistic credit to J.M. Barrie for Peter and the Lost Boys.

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Chapter 7: Say What You Want

Will Turner found himself within a dream—nay, a memory. The images were vivid, but blackened round the edges. It was no doubt the result of his forcibly induced stupor.

He was once again a very young lad aboard the ship that had rescued him in 1792. And he was watching her. She radiated brilliance, and he knew that he was meant to worship at her feet.

"En garde, James!" Elizabeth said, drawing out a thin wooden pole. Her face fell as she realized that not only was she not holding her 'sword' correctly, but she had just called him by his Christian name as well. If other officers were around, her father would certainly hear about this. "Wait, sorry. I didn't do that right."

Lieutenant Norrington smiled. "Pay it no mind, Lizzie. No one is watching. Now raise your sword like I showed you before. Yes."

Norrington tentatively, with a wooden rod of his own, started with a simple backhanded attack au fer.

"Now, parry," the Lieutenant said. "That's right."

"Does this mean that I'm getting good enough to join Peter and the lost boys?" Elizabeth asked.

Will watched as Lieutenant Norrington stiffened briefly before his whole body seemed to go limp. He was looking at Elizabeth with a mixture of sadness mingled with fear. It was almost as if the man was afraid that Elizabeth would burst into flame in front of him—loss and burning pain about to occur simultaneously.

"Yes," Norrington said, his voice sounding strained. "If you don't mind, Lizzie, I'm not feeling particularly well. Can we continue your lesson later?"

"Daddy's not watching again, is he?" Elizabeth asked.

Norrington smiled and gently tapped her chin. "No, Lizzie. But perhaps you had better go attend to young William and make your father happy with a show of domesticity."

Little Elizabeth nodded. She would have done anything to continue fencing lessons with Lieutenant Norrington and train to be the lost girl traveling with the heroic lost boys he always talked about. She had a sneaking suspicion, as she once told Will, that the Lieutenant went around with the lost boys when he was younger.

Will watched the lieutenant slowly walk away from young Elizabeth. And, with eyes that had one-and-twenty years of experience behind them, looked on as little Elizabeth cast adoring glances full of hero worship at the young lieutenant. Will, in his memory, realized that moment was the first of countless moments that he'd caught Elizabeth looking at Norrington that way. As the years passed them by, those looks grew more intense—until a few years ago when she'd started to look at Norrington with the bitterness of a scorned lover.

It was there, within the landscape of his memory, that Will realized that he'd played second fiddle to Norrington past. But he vowed to himself that he would show himself superior to the present Norrington. Now that he had the woman that he loved, he had no qualms about fighting to keep her.

~~San Francisco 2007: Carissa is 25~~

Carissa's eyes flashed as her Uncle Liam appeared with her unconscious cousin, William Turner. If she hadn't been exasperated with her uncle, she would have laughed. Will Turner really was, as it had been said, the spitting image of his father… Why she had never recognized the resemblance between Will and her uncle during all her visits to Port Royal, she didn't know… Nor did she know why her father hadn't told her before he died. And she guessed that her father hadn't shared this information with James.

It had only been through her mother's old journals—boarded up in the old Los Angeles house— that she'd learned any of this. She sighed recalling the experience walking into the dark, dusty house. The dark emptiness scared her. She had only been sixteen at the time—searching for old scrapbooks. What she had found astonished her. Her Uncle Liam, during his days as a university student, had been an activist. Feeling rebellious, he'd gone back to the 17th Century to subvert the slave trade in any way that he could. Carissa had read about the many fights that her uncle and her father had over this issue.

"Henry, your father, always told me that it was foolish to do that," Liam told his niece. "He said that it was dangerous, that I could get lost at sea, and various other laughable things. He once even got so desperate that he said that I could drastically change the course of history—which we both knew was untrue. If continuity worked that way, he'd still be here."

"But you had to engage in piracy to make any sort of dent in the slave trade," Carissa said, pursing her lips. "Daddy knew that you would sooner or later find yourself at odds with our ancestors."

"None of us even wanted to think that I was meant to be responsible for the death of any of our fathers or vice versa… and I was always careful."

"I won't argue with you Uncle Liam. I don't want to lose you the same way my mom and dad did. I'm too old to act like a self-righteous teenager. Besides, you have Will for that," Carissa said, pointing to her unconscious cousin. "You know, he's taken after you."

"How so?"

"Flouting authority alongside the great Captain Jack Sparrow, and falling for a woman he's destined to leave," Carissa said, and then paused for a beat. "Although, I think that the interruption of this sick little Oedipal trajectory makes his abandonment justifiable."

"I didn't want to leave Katherine… she didn't want to come with me," Liam said quietly.

Will Turner awoke with a start. He heard the voice of a man and a woman, but they didn't belong to the Commodore and Elizabeth. As he opened his eyes, he was startled to find himself in a room almost entirely decorated in squares and cubes… and everything was plain. His eyes fell upon the source of light. It was a lamp that had no flame. Where was he?

He turned his head, and through his squinted eyes, he saw an oddly dressed woman and a man that looked familiar.

"Hello William," the woman said.

Will sat upright and gave her one discerning gaze. What he saw was impossible. The woman before him was the exact replica of the little girl he had just followed through the Norrington house. This had to be the mother.

"Madam, your daughter…"

"Uncle Liam, what's he talking about?"

"He was following you through the Norrington household," Liam whispered. "James and Elizabeth were en flagrante, as it were… Well, before James remembered that he shouldn't be thinking with his…"

Carissa pursed her lips and shot her uncle a look that could freeze water. And it hit Liam, as it hadn't registered before, that this woman in front of him wasn't his brother's wife, but his brother's daughter. It wouldn't do to be crass in front of his niece—even if she was a grown woman of the 21 st Century.

"Will," Carissa said, turning to her cousin. "It's nice to see you again, and nice to finally be able to speak with you face to face. My name is Carissa Davenport."

"Miss Davenport, would you be kind enough to tell me why exactly I find myself in this peculiar place? And where are your daughter and Commodore Norrington? I was under the impression that she was in his charge."

"That wasn't my daughter. That was me," Carissa said evenly. "And it was your father who brought you here."

"She's your cousin, son," Liam prompted. "And I don't suppose that you remember me."

Will took a good look at the man sitting before him. His hair was short and gray. The jaw was a bit thicker. But it was, indeed, his father with the same twinkle in his eyes tempered with the lines of determination written on his face.

"But the pirates said that your bones reside in the depths of Davy Jones' Locker," Will said in amazement. "How can it be that you are alive? And how can it be that, in mere moments, my cousin can have grown from a child to a woman?"

"Magic, Will," Liam answered. "We are part of a legacy of magic that runs deep in our family… abilities written in our blood."

"If you gentlemen will excuse me," Carissa said politely, "'I have promises to keep and miles to go before I sleep.'"

Besides, her uncle had a lot to tell Will, and she knew that she shouldn't be part of that conversation. She didn't envy the task of revealing to Will that his engagement to Elizabeth could never reach its full fruition. The curse that would keep him from the woman he loved was greater than the curse which had, for years, plagued the Black Pearl. It was the curse of heredity… the same curse which had plagued Oedipus Rex of Ancient Greece. She didn't want to be privy to the sadness that was sure to follow that revelation. Though she had often, in the past, found the behavior of her cousin to be irritating, her heart went out to him knowing that, on the heels of his discovering Elizabeth's emotional infidelity, he would also learn that the love he harbored was cursed. She didn't want to witness the feeling of futility and desperation that would no doubt appear in her cousin's eyes. She didn't want to channel those feelings having already been on intimate terms with them.

Carissa walked out her door and made her way down the hall towards the elevator. It seemed that her feet had already charted a course that she merely followed. As she stepped into the elevator, she leaned back and let her head hit the wall and shut her eyes. She felt the familiar dizzying sensation, but was unclear of her destination.

She felt a light drizzle of rain on her skin. It gave her a pleasant cleansing sensation. She opened her eyes and smiled. It was him.

"Oh," she said in delighted surprise. "It's you."

"It's been a long time," he said, taking her in his arms.

~~Los Angeles 1987: Liam is 22, Henry is 30, Marissa is 28~~

"Liam, this bullshit has to stop," Henry told his little brother. "It's one thing to go back and engage in radical activism in secret, but it's quite another thing to play unlawful vigilante as a pirate. Does everything have to be a spectacle for you?"

"I'm not like you Henry," Liam said. "I like getting credit for what I do."

"But you're fucking around with shit in history books," Henry said, raising the volume of his voice. "Have you read those? Do you know how most of those rockstar pirates of yours ended their careers?"

"Most of them were assholes. You know the work that I do."

"This better not be to impress some girl," Henry said sternly. "Fooling around with a 17 th century girl isn't smart, Liam."

"Fuck you," Liam said to his older brother.

Marissa stormed into the living room and leveled deadly glances at the men in her life.

"You two better watch your language," Marissa said evenly. "You two know what a mimic Carissa is. I will not have my daughter swearing like a sailor at the age of five. What's going on here, anyways?"

"It seems my brother has fallen in love with a woman who is over two-hundred years old," Henry told his wife, scowling.

"That doesn't seem so bad," Marissa said, patting Liam's shoulder.

"And he's turning pirate," Henry added.

"Oh."

"You act like I'm raping and pillaging," Liam said. "That's not what I'm doing. What Jack and me are doing—we're like abolitionist Robin Hoods."

"Liam, do you have any idea who James Norrington is?" Henry asked.

"The ancestor that dad was named for," Liam said matter-of-factly.

"Do you have any idea what James Norrington was famous for?"

"When he became governor of Port Royal, he made it slave free and did something or other with sugar," Liam shrugged.

"Before that, he was Commodore Norrington of the King's Navy—the scourge of piracy in the Spanish Main," Henry said, with a mocking smile.

"So?"

"I believe what Henry is trying to say," Marissa said gently, "is that you shouldn't have to put the poor man in a position to arrest you."

"Exactly," Henry said, offering his wife a genuine smile. He loved that she was so diplomatic.

"I understand that," Liam said. "But I have to do this. You're right. I've fallen in love. I can't leave it behind."

"Let it go, Liam," Henry said. "You don't belong over there. If you get too involved in her life, it will just make things worse. Who is she?"

"Katherine Quincy," Liam said. "And I'm not ending it. If I have to choose between 1987 and 1679, I'll choose 1679. If I have to choose between life as Bill Turner and Liam Davenport, I'll be Bill."

"Liam…" Henry started, sternly.

"No, this argument is over," Liam said. "We'll talk later."

And with a pop he was gone.

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A/N: Sorry for the wait, I'm usually a little more prompt with the updates... This came a little more slowly than the rest because it's difficult to make exposition readable.

So, now you know. Will Turner is a decendant of Commodore Norrington and...

Carlses: I didn't really end on a cliffhanger this chapter around, but one of the story arcs has one. As for hell breaking loose-- right now, hell is still in the bottle. Wait until you find out what Carissa is into... and when Will finds out where exactly he comes from.

Catherine: What is going to happen to Will? Does he find out about his love's curse? Which life does he end up choosing? You'll just have to stay tuned to find out.