Author's Note: I don't own Pirates of the Caribbean nor any of the charcters. I only own the plot to the story and few charcters which are my own.

Summary: World War 1 Slow Burn Au. Will Turner returns home to England after four horror filled years on the Western Front. Trying to peace back together his broken life. A chance at a new life comes in the form of a job on a country estate in Surrey.

Chapter 1

Waterloo Station, London Middlesex England

February 1919

It snowing lightly when my train from Dover pulled into Waterloo. I grimaced slingly in pain as the driver braked hard as we came to a stop at Waterloo. The injuries and wounds I had sustained in France and Belgium where acting up.

Physically I was in perfect health. Inside I was a mess. Four years and almost three months of hell was permanently edged into my brain. I relived the those horror filled days over in mind until the day I die.

I grabbed my bag from beside me. The platforms where packed with people catching trains and arriving. Other Tommies who had been demobbed like myself where meet by friends, family, wives, sweethearts and some like myself had no one.

I had a younger brother somewhere. Henry and I had been separated after our father deserted us and mother died. Our grandparents Alessandro De Napoli and Abigail Smyth De Napoli had been to old to care for both Henry and I.

Our father had all but walked on us. Years earlier before Henry had been born. The bastard for whom I was named had just up and left. We'd heard not a word from him since.

I was lucky in a way, I was given a loving home in the country side in Sussex. I was given to man by the name of Joseph Brown and his wife Sarah. They had no children of their own. Joe and Sarah treated me like I was their son.

Joe was a blacksmith taught me everything he knew. He said I one day I would take over the blacksmith shop from him. When he became to old to work. But that never happened. Joe died when I was seventeen.

Kicked in the head by a horse. Sarah died just hours after Joe was buried. What money I was left went to paying for a proper funeral and burial for the both of them. I took what money I had left.

I enlisted in his Majesty's Army. I was assigned to Second Battalion of the Royal Sussex Regiment at Woking in Surrey. I served with in France and Belgium before I was demobbed in Dover just a day ago.

Now I was no longer apart of the Army. I had no clue where I would go. I had no family apart from Henry. He was who knows where. Even if he was still alive.

Most of the friends I had in the Royal Sussex where dead. Henry and I's grandparents Alessandro and Abigail De Napoli had died years earlier.

I went to hand over my great coat. I was paid a pound for the return of the coat. Adding to the two pounds I'd been given along with my clothing allowance of fifty two shillings and six pence along a number of forms and ration book.

The fella I'd given my coat had been kind enough to tell of a boarding house that his widowed sister ran in Shadwell in the East End of London. It was roughly three miles from Waterloo to the boarding house in Shadwell.

I heaved my bag onto my shoulder. And set out on the new chapter of my life.