SPOILERS

This story contains spoilers for the THIRD Pirates film, do not read if you do not want to know about a major character death.

I do not own Pirates of the Caribbean or anyone involved except Will and Elizabeth's child.

It was just another day in Port Royal as Elizabeth picked up one of her child's toys from the floor until she realized it wasn't a normal day at all. Today was an anniversary; Ten years since she had escaped a date with the noose at a terrible price. Elizabeth traveled to her son's room where the eight year old was waving around a stick of wood. She had to smile at him mimicking his father. Sooner than she cared to admit, he would be learning with a real sword from Will and she…when she was able to do the moves with ease again. She laid a hand on her stomach that was just beginning to expand with the new child and he caught her looking at him.

"Mother, what is it?" he asked, his play sword still raised.

"I'd like to show you something," Elizabeth explained, "It's not far from here; closer to the water."

He nodded and they walked until they could reach out and touch a stone monument with an anchor on top. Her son rushed ahead and she wondered which name he would ask about first.

"James?" he questioned, "This man has my same first name."

Elizabeth smiled sadly at the boy who had inherited Will's tousled brown hair as well as her hazel eyes so that his eyes appeared green at the moment…fitting.

"That man is where your name comes from, James," she said, "You are James Norrington Turner."

James narrowed those green eyes as though concentrating on this new information.

"What is this?" the boy inquired of the monolith.

"It's a tribute to the men who perished at sea," his mother answered.

"Who was he and how did he die?" asked James.

"He was a noble man who died protecting me," said Elizabeth, "Your father and I owe him so much more than gratitude. You would not be here if it wasn't for your namesake."

There was a moment of silence where James stood looking at the names and Elizabeth touched her stomach once more. If the new baby was to be a son as well, she wanted to name him William Weatherby after Will and her father. Although that would mean that the baby would also be named after Bootstrap.

A chill wind blew off the Caribbean and she thought of the last time she had seen the elder James…slumped over on the deck; blood coming from his mouth.

She closed her eyes to stop the memories and hoped that he wouldn't ask about the name that his father shared. Both of his grandfathers were etched on the memorial, but one had descended into madness before the end. How could she explain that to the child? How could she explain how far from human he had become and the actions he had caused as such? How could she possibly explain that James' own grandfather; the one who was also responsible for his dark curls, had murdered the man that James was named after?