As I said in my last chappie…. I own nothing *tear*

~ TEN YEARS LATER ~

" Jacob Furguson Turner! I thought I told you not to play with your father's swords!" Elizabeth Turner's voice rang out over the field. " Honestly, you would think at the age of ten he would have learned the rules by now," she continued talking only to herself.

" If I remember correctly, he is much like you at that age dearest," a man seeming to be of old age said as he approached Elizabeth.

" Father!" she exclaimed as she wrapped her arms around him. " I wasn't expecting you. I'm so sorry Will is not here. Commodore Norington needed to have his order filled by this evening, so Will had to spend extra time at the shop."

" That's alright dear. I came to check up on my little soldier. Where is he?" the man said beginning to wonder around the spacious back yard.

" Jacob is around here somewhere Father. It seems as though he has run off with another one of Will's swords. I'm afraid he is going to hurt himself one of these days," Elizabeth replied, looking a bit worried.

" Not to worry dear, not to worry. He has his father's natural sword skills. He will be just fine." Suddenly, out of no where, a small boy appeared from the bushes and threw himself on the older man's back.

" Grandpa!" he squealed as the man stood to his full height once again, " I didn't know you were coming today! Did you bring me anything from your trip to Paris?" he asked, still holding on tightly to his grandfather.

" Jacob! You do not ask such questions! You should be happy to see your grandfather even if he didn't bring you gifts," Elizabeth stepped forward and pried the boy off of the man. " it's almost time for your lunch. Go on, wash up!" with that she scooted the boy into the house, ignoring his grumbling about washing his hands yesterday. " So sorry about that Father. He gets more hyper everyday. I think Will has been giving him chocolate before he leaves each morning."

" It's alright my dear. It is summer! There are no classes to attend, so he is free to run about and play. Now then, you said something about lunch?" he asked as he hungrily patted his stomach.

" Oh yes. Isabella should have it ready now. Lets go inside," Elizabeth replied as they headed toward the door.

The three ate lunch until they were to full to eat anymore. Isabella, the Turner's house cook, made exquisite meals. Once they were finished, Mary, the house maid, took their plates and left them with peach cobbler as desert.

" So Elizabeth," Governor Swan said in between bites of his desert, " I hear you and Will are thinking about betrothing young Jacob to the Beacon girl. She is lovely and comes from money you know."

" I know all to well Father. You remind me every time I see you. And I'm not sure we are going to betrothe Jacob to anyone. I believe we shall let him decide on who he wishes to marry." Jacob showed a face of disgust to this and spoke up.

" I won't be marrying anyone! Girls are stupid and don't like to get dirty! All they do is stay inside all day and never have any fun!" Elizabeth was about to respond to her son when she heard a slight tapping on the glass door that lead out to the balcony.

" What could that be?" she wondered aloud as she made her way over to the door. When she opened it, a parrot flew inside and settled itself on the back of Jacob's chair.

" Look Mom! Can we keep him? He came to us you know," but Elizabeth didn't hear anything Jacob had said. She was to lost in thought. She had seen that bird somewhere before, but just couldn't place it. Slowly, the bird turned it's head toward Elizabeth and gave her a look that brought up so many memories.

" I know that bird! That's Mr. Cotton's bird!" she cried as she made her way over to get a closer look.

" Who's bird?" her father asked as he stole a bite of his daughters peach cobbler.

" Mr. Cotton! He was one of Jack's crew members when they sailed from Tortogua!"

" Actually love, it's Captain Jack," came a familiar voice from the balcony door that Elizabeth had left open. Elizabeth soon found herself embracing her old friend.

" Oh, Jack you haven't changed a bit," she said as they parted. Indeed he hadn't. He looked the same as the day of his hanging eleven years ago.

" But it seems you have, love. You have a family now," Jack continued as he gestured toward Jacob, who was standing at his mother's side. " He looks just like Will. Speaking of which, where is the old bloke?"

" He's at his shop. And this is Jacob, our son. Jacob, this is Jack, the one from our stories."

" It's Captain Jack. Pleasure to meet you Jacob." Jacob merely stared at the pirate in front of him. At long last, he spoke.

" I always pictured you taller. Pirates are supposed to be tall. You look shorter than my dad, and he's just a blacksmith."

" Well now," Jack said as he made himself eye level with the young child, " I suppose your parents never told you that your father has pirate blood running through his veins did they?"

" Really? That's amazing! I want to become a pirate too!" At that, Jacob began dancing around the dining table singing ' A Pirates Life for Me.'

" That song brings back old memories doesn't it love?" Jack whispered in Elizabeth's ear.

" How would you know Jack? You were to drunk to even stand. I seem to remember a certain someone passing out for at least six hours," she answered, a smirk evident on her face.

" Ahh yes. And in those six hours you managed to burn all the rum we could have ever needed, while at the same time driving me insane."

" It saved us didn't it?" Elizabeth asked in return, but was unable to continue because Will had just entered the room.

" Hello all! Elizabeth, are we expecting company? I… Jack?" he asked stepping closer to make sure it was really his lost friend.

" You called Mr. Turner?"

" Jack how are you? It's been to long!" Will exclaimed as he moved closer and gave Jack a friendly hug.

" Good to see you mate. And I really hate to break up this little reunion, but I have come on important business." Suddenly, Jacob stopped singing and stood in front of his father and new friend.

" See Jack? I told you my dad was taller than you," he said point blank.

" I see you've met my son," Will commented with slight amusement in his voice. " Oh Elizabeth, I saw your father leaving. He was mumbling something about peach cobbler and bloody pirates."

" Yes, while that is interesting, as I said before I'm here on business," Jack intruded, seeming quite annoyed.

" Of coarse," Elizabeth said, " Jacob, go out and play."

" Can I take one of Dad's swords with me?" he asked hopefully.

" No. Now go on. Lets move to the sitting room shall we?" The three old friends made their way out of the dining hall and into a smaller room with objects placed all about it. Will and Elizabeth sat in two identical chairs while Jack wondered the room, picking up items and studying them.

" Now as I was saying," Jack began as he looked over a small vase, " I was in Tortogua with me crew and we were staying at one of the local taverns. Well, the next morning when we went to board the Pearl, she was gone. So I left me crew and caught a ride with some nice blokes headed this way. On me way here, I heard of a small island east of here with all of the treasure you can imagine. So I thought, what's another adventure for old times sake. And I want you two to come with me."

" So what you're saying Jack," Will interpreted, " is that you need a ship."

" Desperately," he answered.

" But Jack," Elizabeth asked, curiosity getting the best of her, " what are you doing with Mr. Cotton's parrot?"

" Yes, well we lost the poor bloke a few weeks back," he answered.

" Oh I'm sorry to hear that. Where was the funeral held?"

" Oh no. We lost him as in miss placed him. You see, we were staying in a town not to far from here when he got a bad case of sleep walking. We woke up one morning to find he was gone. Ever since then, his parrots been quite fond of me," Jack explained.

" But getting back to the matter at hand," Will interjected, " We can supply you with a ship, but nothing more. As much as we would love to come, we have a life here now. I have my shop and what about Jacob? The answer is no, Jack."

" I'm sure you can get someone to watch your shop. And you can bring the little one. Every kid needs to spend time on a boat. Come on Elizabeth, help me here. I know you miss the ocean," Jack said pleadingly.

" Will darling, what's one more time? Like Jack said, you can get someone to watch your shop and we can take Jacob with us. There won't be any real danger. The worst that can happen is that we get caught in a storm. After all, we will be traveling with the most feared pirate in all of the Spanish Main. Please?" Elizabeth begged as she took he husbands hand.

" You're as bad as Jack. But I suppose you're right. I can get a ship whenever it's needed. I'll mail Johnson and ask him to watch my shop. I'll tell Jacob when the plans are set," Will sat back in his chair and sighed. Something was going to happen. With Captain Jack Sparrow, something always happened.