He awoke on a spare bunk, the commanding officer of the ship standing before him.

"And you would be," the officer asked, concern in his voice.

Bill struggled to sit up, trying to think of a good lie. "Me name's Bill Turner. Me ship was attacked by pirates. I'm the only survivor."

"Commodore Norrington," the man introduced himself with a handshake and a cool smile. "Do you know who attacked your ship?"

Bill smiled inwardly. "Of course, sir. We was attacked by Jack Sparrow."

Norrington wasn't shocked. "I've had a few run-ins with the man before. Let me assure you, I will do all I can to catch that scoundrel."

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Captain Jack was blissfully unaware of the impeding danger. He was curled up on a warm, sandy beach with a sumptuous red-head. As he moved to kiss her, cold water slammed into him, jolting him awake.

"Bloddly hell! I was havin' the best dream of me life!"

Gibbs grinned. 'We've got visitors. He stepped aside to reveal a young couple, obviously very happy and very much in love with one another.

"Elizabeth, what're you doing here, luv? I've moved on, found a new girl. It's all over, saavy?" Elizabeth merely rolled her eyes.

"Actually," Will interrupted, "We're on our honeymoon."

A mischevious glint came into Jack's eyes. Elizabeth gently slapped him. "Stop that," she ordered.

"You'd better get your ship out of here," Will advised. "Commodore Norrington is supposed to be passing through here in a few days."

Jack sighed. "Guess I'll have to go back t'me island."

"That's probably a very good idea," Will informed him. "You've escaped Norrington three times, but twice you've had my help."

Jack was offended. "If I'd wanted to, I could've escaped all on me onesie, saavy?"

Elizabeth laughed. "We'd better be getting back to our ship. We had enough trouble convincing the crew to come here. We certainly wouldn't want to be stranded onboard."

"No, we certainly couldn't have that," Jack didn't sound so certain. He watched sorrowfully was Will guided Elizabeth safely back to their ship. "All right, you mangy dogs, it's time to move on."

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Commodore Norrington looked closely at Bootstrap.

"What is it," Bill questioned nervously, wondering if he had food on his cheek.

"You bear a striking resemblance to a young man I know. William Turner. You have the same name-could he be your son?"

Instantly Bootstrap knew that this was the child he had conceived more than fifteen years ago. "It is entirely possible," he answered Norrington.

"You mean you don't even know your child's name," Norrington questioned in disgust.

Bill sighed sadly. "I was a merchant wif the East India Company. Me wife had our baby whilst I was away," Bill quickly invented a tale. "By the time I got back, she'd died of childbirf fever, and the babe was gone. No one'd tell me where."

The Commodore seemed satisfied. "Well I certainly am glad to see that young Will's love of piracy hasn't come from you.'

Bootstrap's eyes widened. "Pirates," he asked nervously.

"Aye. He has become best friends with a certain Jack Sparrow.

Bill's mouth tightened. His own son, his own flesh and blood, the one who he had hoped would help him on his quest--a traitor. His mouth settled in a straight line. If his son was going to betray him, then he would have to pay the price.

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"You are the most beautiful woman in the world," Will murmured to his new wife, inside their cabin.

"And you, Mr. Turner, are fairly prejudiced," Elizabeth replied, holding back a smile.

"I seriously doubt that," a commanding voice interrupted them. They looked up to see the stern face of Commander Norrington.

Will jumped to his feet. "Would you care to sit down, sir?" He politely offered Norrington his seat.

The Commodore accepted, using this chance to scour Elizabeth's face for any sign of worry. No such luck. Her face was as carefree as a small child's. Clearing his throat, Norrington filled the awkward silence. "I believe we have someone on board who you'd be very delighted to meet, Mr. Turner."

"Might I ask who," Will inquired uneasily.

Norrington smiled and crossed the small cabin, opening the door to reveal a fairly muscular older gentleman, whose wild hair had been tamed into a ponytail and whose long beard was neatly brushed.

"Father," Will questioned, dumbfounded.

"There's me boy," Bootstrap answered back, hugging Will fiercly. He'd give the boy a chance to redeem himself. It wasn't his fault he didn't know what a scoundrel Jack Sparrow was.

"Your father's ship was attacked by your friend Mr. Sparrow a week ago," Norrington smugly informed the couple. "Mr. Turner was the only survivor."

"But that's not possible," Elizabeth vehemently defended Jack. "Jack would never kill anyone."

"He is a pirate," Norrington calmly pointed out. "I'll be leaving your father with you, Mr. Turner. I'm on a pirate hunt." Norrington left the small group stunned.

"Father, why did you tell Commodore Norrington that Jack attacked your ship," Will demanded.

Bootstrap shrugged. "I had to tell him something."

"But why Jack," Elizabeth entreatied. "I thought you were the best of friends."

Bill's face clouded over. "Twas a long time ago. Things have changed."

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Bill sat, half-asleep in the bunk his son had given him. Will and Elizabeth had told him of the whole adventure, and the lifting of the curse. Now Bootstrap realized that his son and daughter-in-law would always side with Jack. He had to figure out a way to punish them all. They would be returning to Port Royal in a week--perhaps he'd be able to meet with some of