Will stared out his bedroom window, out across the sea, and into the darkness. His wife Elizabeth remained asleep in their bed, oblivious that Will had just had another horrible sleep shattering nightmare. This one had been worse than the ones before.
The dream was always the same. Will was aboard a ship, his father's ship, he assumed. He was walking alone in the lower levels of the ship used for cargo. The gentle swaying and the sound of the water lapping the side of the ship, while in life were a great comfort to Will, now seemed eerie and menacing in the cold, dark of the cargo room. Will could barely see before him, but he felt his way along by following the splintering wood of the walls. He would travel like this a ways before coming to a narrow stairway leading to a trap door on the deck, but before he could open the door a tremendous quake rocked the ship and knocked will back down the stairs. The storage had collapsed around him and it took him a moment to regain his footing.
Will fought his way back up the stairs and tried to force open the trapdoor. He could hear the sounds of a battle above him. Gunshots and swords crossing only feed Will's desire to brake free from his dark prison.

The sounds above him suddenly stopped and Will froze when he heard the one voice he wished he'd never have to hear again.
"Good evenin'," Captain Barbossa's said, "Pleasure to be seein' ya so soon after our last meetin'." Will could hear someone spit. "Bill, is that any way to be treatin' yer guests?"
"Ye ain't no guest, Barbossa." Bootstrap replied, "Yer a lying coward, that's what ye be."
"I be a pirate, Bill, and nothin' more." Barbossa replied, "Now tell me where me medallion is."
"Don't have it no more, Barbossa. Gave it away. Made sure you'll never get your hands on it."
Barbossa was quiet for a moment, then said, "That was a very stupid, very fatal thing for you to do."
"Maybe," Bootstrap replied, "But it was the only thing for me to do. Ye all deserve to be cursed men. All of ya."
Barbossa laughed and Will could feel anger growing inside him. He knew this dream was detailing the last moments of his father, Bootstrap Bill. "Now, Bill, ye couldn't be referrin' to that wee little incident with young Jack Sparrow. I thought we moved on, forgive and forget."
"Nobody's ever gonna forgive that, Barbossa. Ye broke the Code."
"Code? Ar, what code might that be, eh? The one set down long before I had any say in it? Or the one I create in me own little head? See, I'm more interested in listening to that latter, Mate. Now before I lets ya go, I've got just one more question, Bill. Where's the map?"
"Thar ain't no map, Barbossa. An' if thair were I wouldn't hand it to ya."
"You wouldn't be lyin' to me, now would ya Bill?" Bill said nothing. "I see now ye can't be trusted. Get me a cannon ball, men." Barbossa demanded. There was a struggle, and Will continued to fight with the door. Barbossa laughed continuously, then said, "I think it be best if you just go on yer way, Bootstrap. If ye won't be tellin' me much, I figure I'll just be askin' her. Throw him over!" On Barbossa's command there was a moment of commotion and a few seconds later a splash. Will stopped his fight to be freed.
Bootstrap Bill (or William Turner and Will preferred to consider his father) was dead.