Disclaimer : I do not own Pirates of the Caribbean, but any new characters are mine.

Chapter Eleven

He's Never Really Gone If You Remember Him

Will awoke in the early morning hours, just around 6:00 am. His eyes remained closed, trying to recall the wonderful dream that he had been having, a dream that he and Elizabeth had apologized for everything, and spent the night, sleeping in each other's arms. Then he remembered, it wasn't a dream. It had really happened. He opened his eyes gingerly, for the sun streamed in threw the small window, falling acorss his eyes. Will looked at Elizabeth and smiled, he kissed her brow and stayed close to her. Her head rested on his shoulder, her cheek against the crook of his neck, and her right arm, her good arm was curled around his waist, under him. Her left arm, she had, with difficulty, drapped over his stomach.Will knew it was hard for her to do, and it made it all the more special that she had taken her time to put her arm upon him, while he slept.

Eventually, he knew he had to get up, or Jack would wonder what they were up to, even though Elizabeth slept, and he lay awake thinking, Jack's mind just didn't work like that. Unfortunately. Will carefully got up from the bed, as not to wake his luv. He stretched and calmly left the room after leaving a note pinned to the pillow beside Elizabeth.

Jack looked down on the main deck, from the helm, as Will walked up to the stairs leading up to the helm. Unfortunately, again, Will looked considerably worse than he felt. His hair was sticking up at every angle, having slept the whole night in one posistion. His clothing was sleep rumpled, and his shirt and breeches her slightly off center -- looking like he had dressed to fast, but after what activity ?

" Ah Mr. Turrrrr-ner "

Will looked up at Jack,

"Finally decided to join us, eh ?"

Will yawned and glared at Jack, that's when Captain Sparrown noticed his, er...current state.

" Bloody 'ell William ! Yeh got i' on with a woman --"

Jack let that hang in the air, implying that Will had either, never lost his virginity yet (which however pathetic for a man his age was, was true) or that his prefrance wasn't woman, though it quite clearly was. At this, Will's eyes narrowed again.

"Righ' afta you made up with 'er , aye ?"

Will rolled his eyes, not liking that kind of thought this early in the morning. He had been kidnapped from his bed the night before, thrown into a cabin on a ship, and then locked in with a woman that thought he didn't love her; he had for nine years, and she honestly thought a simple dream was going to tare them apart ? Will truly hoped that it would never come to that , than again, he would be true forever. But he had yet to see what Forever, truly meant...

" Sparrow, just tell me it isn't the time I THINK it is ."

" 6:00 am, aye...why dun yeh know tha't ?"

" Because someone stole my pocket watch...it was my father's."

" Ah, well I know, because I 'ave ..THIS !"

Jack took out Will's silver pocket watch. It sparkled in the early morning sun, flashing like a falled star. Upon it , was engraved a "W" and a "T" , laying over each other, standing for William Turner, his now departed father. Will took it back, hurriedly attaching it back to his vest and putting it the pocket, it took all his might not to kill Jack for taking it to begin with . It was the only thing he had left of his father, now that the aztec coin medallion was gone, all he had now, was this watch, and his looks, for truly, Will looked just like his father. Jack saw the look on his face, as Will tried to remember as much about his father as he could. but the last time he had seen him, he had been only 4. It wasn't fair, that a good man like Bill Turner had been taken away.

"Its not fair boy,"

Jack looked at Will sadly, his eyes changing, and his voice and happy, carefree mood dissapating. Will looked up with tired, grief stricken eyes, the same eyes that old Bill Turner had given to Jack when he heard of his beautiful wife, Annelyn's death, and his son's disappearence.

" Its not fair tha' I got ta see more of 'im than yeh did...but you'll see 'im again, I knew yeh will"

Perhaps Jack knew something that Will didn't, and that he wasn't telling the young Blacksmith, something, something that wasn't being said...

" You're right, its not fair. Why should a pirate like you, get to be with my father, more than his own son"

Will's voice was bitter, he didn't mean it to be, but he couldn't help it, and Jack understood fully.

" I should be going and seeing if Lizbe--Miss. Swann is awake yet."

The last thing that Will wanted to hear right now, was his affection pet name for Elizabeth, aka, Lizbet. He knew Jack would never let him hear the end of the stupid pet name, and he would start to call her that, so it was loose all meaning to her. Walking slowly back below, Will couldn't stop thinking about his father, and how he died, a terrible death.

Tied to a cannon, thrown into the sea. How could anyone do that to someone ! Barbossa was terrible yes, but he wouldn't of done that, he didn't even want to hurt Lizbet at first...but than again, my father probably angered him greatly...But my father was always such a good man -- well, as I remember him that is...I never saw my father as he was a pirate...