Author's Note: I don't own Pirates of the Caribbean or any of its characters. I only own the plot to the story and a few characters which are my own.
Summary: DMC Au. A year after helping Jack escape the Hangman's noose. Will Turner is presumed dead after his ships sinks during a storm traveling home from America
Prologue
Port of Tortuga. 1730
The crew of the Black Pearl sat quietly around a few tables at the Faithful Bride. It was a solemn night. The day marked two years since William Jonathan Turner II was lost at sea.
Captain Jack Sparrow starred sadly into the mug of rum in his hand.
"I'd like to propose a toast" Joshamee Gibbs stood from his seat." TO WILLIAM TURNER" He raised his mug in a toast to Will's memory.
A chorus of Will's rang out from the crew.
"The Whelp" Jack sadly toasted.
He and Will had become more the friends more like brothers in the year after his botched hanging in Port Royal. Jack recalled his last conversation with Will. They had sat in this very tavern.
Will was on his way to New York to Deliver a few Swords, he and Elizabeth where getting married in a few short weeks when he returned to Port Royal. Jack had offered his congratulation and pass on his well wishes to Elizabeth.
"You know it's ok to miss him Jack" Ana Maria put her hand on Jack's arm.
"I know Love."Jack smiled at her sadly.
Port Royal, 1730
The docks of Port Royal was hustle of ships being loaded and unloaded. Elizabeth stood with her father waiting for the ship. Her Cousin Phillip Swift aboard. Phillip and his new bride Syrena Hamilton where travailing out to Port Royal.
Phillip had been offered a position as the new Minister here in Port Royal. A ship was spotted entered the bay heading for the docks.
The Celtic Piper docked. A gangplank was lowered. Elizabeth searched the passengers for her cousin Phillip and his new wife Syrena.
Elizabeth did a double take when one of passenger's disembarked from the Celtic Piper. It couldn't be. Will was dead. His ship lost in a storm off the of North Carolina Coast. Two years ago.
There had been only one survivor after the ship had gone down. It was the last trip before they where due to be married. Then the horrible news had come. Will was dead.
"Uncle. Elizabeth" Phillip suddenly called out. Elizabeth was brought out of her thoughts of Will.
"Phillip so much like your father and mother. And this must be Syrena I take it"
"Yes Uncle this is Syrena my wife. Syrena this is my Uncle the Governor of Port Royal Sir Weatherby Swann and my cousin Elizabeth" Phillip introduced.
"Phillip has spoken of you both often"
"It is a pleasure to meet you Syrena" Weatherby replied.
"How have you been since"
"Will's death. Even after two years the pain doesn't go away" Phillip had never met Will. Elizabeth had spoken of him often in her letters.
Undisclosed Location. 1730
Theodore Groves find himself tied to a chair. His wife sat across from him bound and gagged a pistol aimed at her head.
"Who are you and what do you want" Groves questioned the men keeping them hostage
The men in the room only darkly laughed.
A door opened a figure stepped into the room. He was dressed in pirate grab he wore black boots, breeches.A blood red shirt with a black leather vest and long black over coat over it.
His dark hair was long held back by a bandanna. He wore four pistols on ever side of him. A sword and knife on his belt.
Groves felt his blood run cold when he saw the strangers eyes. He had know those brown eyes when they had shined with love for his beloved. Now they where cold with hatred and anger.