I have a fan! Oh, the excitement. I dedicate this chapter to Translucentflame.

I am awakened by the first rays of sun brushing my lids. I yawn, and uncurl myself from the small alley I have wedged myself into. I begin to turn my nose up at the dirt on my clothing, but then scold myself.

'Get used to it, Rachel. Quite acting like Mama and Nell. A little dirt isn't going to kill you!'

As I walk towards the blacksmith's shop, I think about the other dream I had.

Will was there, and my mother, too. Captain Sparrow (the man at the wheel) and his wife, Anamaria (I learned their names in my dream) were there too. That boy, their son…..I never learned his name.

I shake my head to try to chase the thoughts out of my mind. It was a silly dream, too. Ridiculous to think I had ever sailed with pirates, much less been the daughter of one. It was such a vivid dream, though…..

I open the door of the small, dim shop. A short, surly man looks at me with bleary eyes. 'Eh? Begone unless you wish to buy something.' He turns back to his work.

I try to make my voice as deep as possible.

'I have the coin,' I say earnestly 'now I need the sword.'

The man looks at me again. 'You look familiar…..know a Will Turner?'

The man in my dream cannot be real. I simply refuse to admit that.

''E was my father's apprentice, a while back. You look like his twin, or, son.' He looks at me suspiciously.

'I've never heard the name.' I say, trying to disguise the tremor in my voice.

'Huh. Pretty well known around these parts. Married the guvnor's daughter. Think they had a child. They ran away and joined a company of pirates, Captained by Jack Sparrow. Supposed to be friends, those two were. They became some of the most famous pirates around. Then, we had one of the worst storms of the century - only the guvnor's daughter survived. She came back with a baby girl -Renee, Raja…..something like that. She married the commodore – although rumor 'round these parts is she didn't marry 'im by choice, what with her father pushing her and everything.'

My mother? A pirate? 'The baby girl' I say, slowly 'was her name Rachel, perhaps?'

He looks at me in surprise. 'That's it! You do know of him after all!'

'No, no. Just a lucky guess. What about a sword?'

'Right, right. Since I like you, lad, I'll give you the last sword we have that Turner made. He was a fine blacksmith, among other things.'

I pay for the sword and leave. The sword that Will Turner made. Will Turner. My father?

I get to the shipyard, and am promptly knocked off my feet. I glare at the culprit.

He is a few years older than me, with golden skin and tousled black hair. He looks quite apologetic, and he seems oddly familiar.

'Sorry! 'Ere, let me help you up.' He reaches out a hand, and I take it. 'Name's John. Don't have no surname. The navy found me wandering around on an island when I was a kid. They dumped me on this godforsaken place. What's your name, mate?'

'I'm…..Will. Will Smith.' I shake his hand, and grin. 'Nice to run into you.'

He laughs. The sound is big and hearty. It too, sounds familiar.

'I'm looking to find a job on a ship,' I explain 'my father kicked me out of the house because I….refused to work in the family business.'

I am making this up as I go along. I cross my fingers tightly behind my back.

John nods sympathetically. 'Well, that's adults for you. A lousy, no good bunch. I aim to get work on a ship, too. We can be mates, and look out for each other!'

I grin at the prospect, and salute him. 'To adventure!' He returns the gesture. 'To adventure!'