A/n: Hi everyone! I got inspiration from this after reading all my reviews from my other potc2 fics. as well as from a Gilmore Girls episode. Well I hopefully will update this often but since I'm starting school I can't promise anything. Anyways please read and review! And Enjoy! THank you!

oh and I don't own the pirates of the caribbean crew (no matter how hard I wish it).

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Intro

Will Turner was never much of a drinker. Whenever rum was offered he would take a sip, but he never went overboard like that one Captain, who is no longer spoken of near Will.

You see at one point Will Turner had a life, now all he does is drown in alcohol and self-pity. He no longer cares whether he lives or dies, he simply gets by in life with a bottle in his hands.

Now why the sudden change from being completely somber to an alcoholic? Simple. Love. More specifically, Elizabeth Swan.

They were engaged and in love. Nothing was supposed to go wrong, but on their wedding day they were greeted with rain and shackles. It seemed saving the Captain from a hanging would be the cause to end their lives, end their love.

Will had saved that man. Will had helped that man. But in return Will was betrayed. His fiancé was taken from him the moment she and that captain locked lips.

Elizabeth has a different version to the story; all stories have different sides mostly because people don't want to face what they did.

Elizabeth said it was merely duty. That she was simply distracting him so she could chain him to his ship, even though it was a good excuse Will never believed her. Will was too broken, is too broken.

Will could have been a good husband, good father but now he is haunted by her face. He'll drown her voice, her essence, with a bottle of rum in the company of fallen men that will never pick themselves because the world has kept them down too long. They know perfectly well what heartbreak is. They know quite well what failure is. They won't ever try for anything else because they aren't used to anything else.

He had friends and a job but now all he has is liquor and a place of familiarity, he could never call it home for there were too many ghosts of men, ghosts of memories around.

He had lost everything, but of course he never lost his memories, the things that keep him up all night. Reliving what happened allowed him to feel pity and regret. The only thing left of William Turner was his memories.