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Chapter 3

Future On The Horizon

Jack and Hope made their way through the town of Port Royal ducking into the shadows whenever a marine guard would approach. Continuing on they passed by the blacksmith shop. Hope noticed the light from the fire filtering through the cracks of the wooden door and window.

"Jack, wait. I want to say goodbye to Will." Jack was hesitant.

"What if my crew sails off with my ship again?"

"Now why would they do that?"

"They have no patience.

"I'm sure they'll wait."

"No, they won't. Will, put it exactly once. He said they were…"

"Mad?"

"That's the one, mad. They're mad all of them."

"Please, Jack?" Hope asked sweetly.

"If the crew ever found out I went soft they would…" Hope cut him off.

"They won't find out trust me. Besides, I'm sure they would love to hear that you called them all mad. Especially, Anamaria." Jack winced at the image of his stubborn and head strong coxswain.

"You know, if you continue like this you could make one good pirate."

"No. You're just a bad influence. Now come on." She pulled Jack over to the blacksmith shop and knocked on the door. Will answered seconds later.

"Hope? What are you doing here?" he asked then noticed Jack. "Jack?" Jack was looking behind them when Will answered. He saw two guards approaching. Grabbing Hope they ran inside and he slammed the door. "What are you two doing here, it's not safe. Especially not for you, Jack."

"That's what I was trying to tell her, mate." Hope elbowed him.

"You were not. All you were worried about was your crew stealing your ship. If you recall, they did come back for you last time." Jack was about to say something when Hope cut him off. "We came here to say goodbye. I am leaving with Jack and I don't know when I'll be back."

"Why?"

"There's nothing here for me anymore, Will. My father has pretty much denounced me as his daughter and the townspeople look at me as if I don't belong. You, Elizabeth, Norrington, and even Gillette are the only people left here that seem to still care about me."

"Hope. There are others here who care about you besides us."

"No, Will. There isn't. They see me as a traitor for falling in love with a pirate." The two continued talking while Jack walked over to the window and peered out. Coming down the stairs were six guards. Walking from the window he grabbed Hope's belongings.

"Well. As much as I enjoy these grand little get-togethers we have to go."

"Right. Will, you take care of yourself and tell Elizabeth goodbye for me." Will hugged her.

"Take care of yourself, Hope." Hope nodded and handed him a letter. "Give this to my father after we've gone."

"I will. Oh, and, Jack."

"Aye?" Jack said turning.

"Take care of her." Jack smirked.

"No worries, mate. She's in good hands."

"I will hold you to that." Jack placed two fingers on his forehead and saluted him. Hope waved goodbye as they left the shop and headed towards the bay. Upon arrival they saw the long boat still tied up.

"Thank goodness for that." Hope said as they started to row towards the Black Pearl.

"Throw the lines over." Gibbs yelled to the crew as Jack and Hope rowed up along the ship. Jack caught the line as it was thrown over and grabbed Hope around the waist.

"Ready when you are, love." Hope put her arms around his neck so as not drop when they were lifted.

"Ready." Jack tugged on the rope and they were hoisted aboard. As they landed the crew greeted them.

"Miss Danforth. Welcome aboard the Black Pearl," Mr. Gibbs said.

"Why, Mr. Gibbs. Isn't it bad luck to bring a woman on board. There is already one."

Gibbs smiled.

"We've come this far. lass." Hope nodded. The crew continued to stare at the two. Jack looked at them and yelled out.

"On deck, you scabrous dogs, man the braces! Let down and haul to run free!" With his arm still around her they walked up to the helm and Jack took his place behind the wheel. As he maneuvered the ship out of the bay Hope looked back at Port Royal.

"Till we meet again." And so the Black Pearl sailed into the night and on that horizon laid a new future for Hope and quite possibly a new adventure?

10 yrs later

At one of the many taverns of Tortuga two men sat segregated from everyone else. One was a thin and scurvy man. The other was dressed fancier. He had a black hat with a red feather. Two fingers were missing from his left hand. He looked so evil, that he appeared to have been born in the depths of hell itself.

"Tell me why ye called me all the way to Tortuga?" His voice was deep and menacing.

"I have news on ole Bootstrap that I thought ye might want to 'ere, sir." The dark man scowled.

"What be the news?"

"He's dead sir. Sent to Davy Jones locker by ole, Captain Barbossa."

"Barbossa, aye? What about that bloody, Jack Sparrow?"

"Don't know sir. People say he be dead others say he be livin'. Which be true, I know naught."

"No matter. All I really care about is that the traitorous dog, Turner, is no longer me problem. The blood line has been cut."

"Not exactly, sir."

"Aye? Explain yerself."

"Seems ole Bill had a son and sent him off."

"Blast!" the man pounded hard on the table. "Why I am accursed with that line. Where be the whelp so I may break his neck and end the Turner line."

"Port Royal, sir."

"Port Royal, aye. Me thinks I should pay the son of Turner a visit." The man laughed.

"Gather me crew. We weigh anchor in the morning."

"Aye, sir." Unknown to the two was an eavesdropper. Getting up from his table he left for the bay.

PORT ROYAL

The maids finished setting the table for the Turner's evening meal. Placing the last plate on the table one of them walked into the study. Inside the study, Elizabeth sat reading a book while Will played chess with their son, James.

"Checkmate." James called.

"Oh. Beaten by my own son again how's this possible?" Will called out in mock distress.

James laughed.

"I'm just special. A lucky special." Elizabeth looked up from her book and smiled.

"It's fascinating how a man who thinks of himself a skilled chess player can lose to a nine year old boy."

"I'm no boy. I'm a pirate!" James yelled standing up and grabbing a wooden sword. "I'm Captain Jack Sparrow, most feared pirate in the Caribbean! Avast! Ye ole sea dog!"

"James Turner. Who taught you those words? Certainly not your mother." Elizabeth said glaring at Will.

"Don't look at me. He probably learned them from, Toby Warner. That boy is always talking about pirates. It's like he was one in another life."

"Excuse me, Mr. and Mrs. Turner?" The maid said knocking on the open door.

"Yes, Maggie." Elizabeth asked.

"Your evening meal is ready."

"Thank you, Maggie."

"Yes. Food. I'm so hungry!" James yelled as he ran out of the room.

"James, don't forget to wash your hands young man." Elizabeth called after him.

"Don't worry, mother." Elizabeth shook her head as they walked out of the study.

"Something is troubling you, love. What is it?"

"All this pirate talk he is told. I'm afraid it will cloud his mind."

"Elizabeth. He's still young. Boys his age love to play pirates."
"I know, but what if he gets hurt."

"He'll be fine. Besides, it seems normal. He has the blood of a pirate running in his veins." Will laughed.

"What? I hardly think this as a laughing matter Will."

"Wouldn't James love to know that his parents are close friends with his favorite pirate of all."

"We'd never hear the end of it. He just might become worse than he is right now with pirates." Elizabeth said.

"Everything will be fine. This is just a faze he is going through." Will and Elizabeth cut their conversation as they entered the dining room and sat down for their evening meal.

A short while later there was a knock upon the door. As the butler opened the door he was greeted by a dirty man with graying hair and a beard.

"May I help you sir?"

"Is this the William Turner household?" the man asked in a husky voice.

"Yes it is. May I ask as to what we owe this visit?"

"I have an urgent message for your master."

"Very well. I'll take it to him." The butler held out his hand.

"Tis not a message on paper but a message from me own mouth."

"The master is at dinner with his family. Would it be possible for you to return later?"

"No. Tis of the utmost importance, it be the decidin' line between life and death." The butler hesitated a moment before speaking.
"Wait here." The butler said closing the door and walking into the dining room. "Mr. Turner. There is a man here to see you with a message. He says that it is the utmost importance that you hear it."

"Thank you, Charles." Will got up silently from the table and went to the door. The man was still there as Will opened the door.

"Can I help you?"

"William Turner? Son of Bootstrap Bill Turner?" Will was surprised.

"Yes. How do you know of my father?"

"Don't know 'im personally, only met 'im once. I come with a warning for ye Mr. Turner. Danger be in your future if ye don't leave Port Royal."

"Why? What danger?"

"An evil from your father's past comes to destroy the Turner blood line. Bootstrap betray this evil he did. The evil seeks revenge upon ye and yer family."

"What evil?"
"I dare not speak his name. Feared by all he is. He comes to kill ye within the next few days as well as yer entire family. Ye must leave Port Royal immediately."

"Where will we go. I have no boat nor ship." After thinking for awhile he thought of the Black Pearl. "I know of one but I have no way of getting a message to it's Captain."

"Ye be thinking of the Black Pearl aren't ye lad. Jack Sparrow be a friend of mine. He has talked very highly of ye, mate."

"If you speak the truth then he is the only chance we have."

"No worries young lad. Leave ole Jack to me." The man turned and walked away only to stop and turn once again. "Remember the name Dragon's eye. Avoid at all costs." With that he disappeared into the night. Will closed the door and hurried into the dining room.

"Elizabeth. We have a problem."

"What is it, Will?" Will motioned for her to follow him. Once they were out of ear shot from anyone who might hear Will told her the news.

"We must leave. I fear that we are in danger."

"Danger? From what?"

"An old rival of my father's. The message given to me might be folly but I would rather be safe than sorry. You must pack only what you can carry. James's things as well. We will stay in the blacksmith shop until Jack comes."

"Jack? Will, what is going on?" Will placed his hands on her shoulders.

"Please Elizabeth. Do as I say." She nodded slowly then went to get James and pack.

As Port Royal went to sleep for the night the Turner's made their way to the blacksmith shop to wait.

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