"Oh please, Mother?" Charlotte Turner begged her mother. "Please!?" her younger brother Christopher joined in. "Oh, you two!" Elizabeth Turner cried in mock frustration. "Aren't there any other stories you want to hear?" "No!" Charlotte and Christopher replied in unison. "We love this story, Mother!" Charlotte cried excitedly. "It has pirates and sword fights and you and father were in it!" Elizabeth laughed. The actual adventure had taken place nearly six years before. But even though Elizabeth had left out the part of the curse that had been placed on Barbossa's crew, her children loved the tale. "Fine." Elizabeth said in a resigned tone. "Everything started about 14 years ago," She was interrupted by Charlotte finishing off the sentence. "When you were crossing the ocean to come here!" "Yes. I was singing a song about pirates when one of the sailors," "Mr. Gibbs." Chris supplied. "Yes, Mr. Gibbs told me that it was bad luck to sing songs about pirates because pirates sailed the waters. My father and Commodore Norrigton," "But he was a captain then," Charlotte, "Said that pirates were nothing but thieves and murderers. I still wanted to meet a pirate though. I thought it would be exciting. But as soon as they walked away, I saw someone in the water." "It was Father." Chris, "You two seem to know this story better than I do." Elizabeth said pretending to get ready to leave the room. "So I suppose I'll just let you two finish it." "NO!!" Both children cried. Elizabeth laughed and sat down to finish her tale.

Will Turner walked in to his house to find it peacefully quiet. He raised an eyebrow as his wife, Elizabeth, made her way downstairs. "They're in bed." She said, replying to his unvoiced question. "I suppose I shall go see them then." He said with a smile. He made his way upstairs to talk with his children. Christopher and Charlotte were five- year-old twins. Both had inherited their father's dark hair, but Christopher had his mother's blue eyes, where Charlotte had dark brown eyes. Both jumped out of their beds to greet their father. "Well, hello to both of you." He said smiling. Charlotte jumped into his arms. "Mother just told us the story about when you two met pirates!" She said excitedly. "Again?" He questioned. The experience was something of legend now. It had been decided that telling everybody that they had defeated a crew of cursed pirates was a bad idea. So they had simply said that they had defeated Barbossa and his men. "You would think that you would get tired of that story!" Will said smiling. He laid Charlotte down on her bed and glanced and Christopher who was still standing. The boy quickly ran and jumped into his bed. "You two need to get some sleep. Quite a few things are going to happen tomorrow." Will said, referring to a party at the fort the next day.

"Will Grandfather be there?" Christopher asked quietly. Although he had inherited his mother's eyes, his personality was much more close to his father's. "Yes I do believe so." He answered. Christopher nodded and settled back. "Good night." Will said. "Good night father!" Charlotte said. "Good night." Christopher echoed. Will shut the door behind him. He made his way down the stairs somewhat tiredly. He had recently taken over the blacksmith from Mr. Brown. The old man had finally saw fit to retire after many years of running the business. But now Will had many more things on his mind than he had before. He quickly realized that Mr. Brown had had many good business practices, that is, before he began drinking. But running the business and doing the work had begun to wear on the young blacksmith. At Elizabeth's urging, he had taken on an apprentice. (a/n I honestly don't know how much time in the business one needs to have in order to take on an apprentice, but for the stories sake, Will has been in long enough) The young man, John, was capable enough and willing to work that it helped Will out greatly. He reached the kitchen and slumped into a chair and let his head loll back. Elizabeth walked into the room and smiled. "If you're so tired from your work." She teased. Will sat up and raised an eyebrow at his wife as if to say "Oh and you're life is so hard!" He grinned and stood up. "Considering the sudden surge in orders that we have had, I think I deserve to be tired!" He said, rising to the bait. He then took Elizabeth in his arms and lightly kissed her. He leaned back and looked at her. "Charlotte said that you told them the story again." "Yes. It seems to be the only one they want to hear of lately." She replied, frowning slightly. She made her way over to the sink to start on the dishes from dinner. While the governor was more than happy to supply the young couple with and house and servants, Will and Elizabeth had insisted on working for their living. Will had known no other way of living and Elizabeth was tired of being waited on hand and foot. "Well, considering they're your children." Will said grinning. "Oh, suddenly they're MY children?" Elizabeth said in mock anger. "I don't seem to remember being so obsessed with pirates as a child." Will said, his grin widening slightly. The banter continued on for some time until the dishes could no longer be put off.
~~~~~~~~~ "Wouldn't it be grand to meet a pirate, Chris?" Charlotte asked her brother excitedly. "There aren't many pirates left, and those who are don't come near Port Royal. Commodore Norrington makes sure of that." Chris said slowly. "I never said we would! I just asked if it would be neat to meet one." Charlotte said exasperatedly. "Well, I suppose if we did meet a pirate. It would be neat." Chris said. "We'd better not let Mother or Father hear us talking about this. They might get mad." Chris said, looking toward the door. "Mother's the one who tells us the stories." Charlotte reminded her twin. "We should get to sleep. Father was right. Tomorrow will be a busy day." Chris said with a tone of finality that staunched any other pirate questions Charlotte might have thought up. Well, if she couldn't meet a pirate, she would settle for wearing a pretty dress to the party the next day.