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 traviling home from America
Author's Note. Henry is Will's brother in this. There is no curse on the Flying Dutchmen. Dark Will
Chapter 1
Port Royal, Governor Mansion 1730
Governor Swann, Elizabeth, Phillip and Syrena had returned to the Governor's house from the docks.
"My lord several important letters arrived for you" Weatherby's personnel assistant explained taking the Governor's coat.
"I shall look over them momentarily. Thornton" Weatherby called for the head butler.
"Yes my Lord."
"Find a room for my nephew and his wife" Weatherby nodded in the direction of Phillip and Syrena.
"Oh course my lord. Mr Swift if you and your wife will follow me"
Elizabeth headed up the stairs towards her room. Her smiled widening when she entered her room. A dark haired brown eyed boy toddled towards her
"Mama" He babbled.
"Hello my darling boy."Elizabeth kissed the little boys head. He smiled at her with the same smile as his father.
"How has William been Estella"
"He's been very well behaved Miss" Elizabeth heart ached. William would never met his father. Nor would Will know their son.
Her father had been furious when he learned the news she was with child a month after Will had died. He had threatened to send the child away the moment they where born. Elizabeth had refused. Her child was last thing she had left of Will beside her memories of him.
Her father's attitude had not changed until the day William was born. The moment he had held William in his arms. For the first time since her mother had died.
Weatherby Swann had cried. Tears welled up in his brown eyes as his grandson looked back up at him with curious dark brown eyes.
Weatherby sat in his study reading the letters and documents that had come for him while he and Elizabeth had been at the docks. Waiting for Phillip and Syrena.
Weatherby sipped on his Whiskey as he frowned as he read a report of yearly tax collection for the British Colonies in the Caribbean.
Several ships had been destroyed. There had been no survivors. The East India Trading Company had no idea as whom had done this. There had been whispers of a new Pirate Threat rising in the Caribbean. A new player in the game so to speak.
Weatherby at first at suspected it may be Sparrow attacking the ships carrying the taxes. But Sparrow was never one for such blood lust.
A knock came from his study door.
"Enter" Weatherby answered looking up from the report.
"I'm sorry to disturb you my Lord. Admiral King to see you"
"Send him in Giles" Weatherby sent down the report.
Admiral Walter King entered Weatherby's study.
"Walter what bring you here today"
"I have some grime news. Lieutenant Groves and his wife Victoria have disappeared."Walter took the glass of Whiskey Weatherby offered him.
"Disappeared how"
"No one knows. No one has seen them for over a week now. You have the report on the convoy of tax collations ships that where attacked" Weatherby nodded.
"There have been rumours of this new pirate threat. The men have started to call him Black Heart"
"Black Heart" Weatherby question.
"He leaves no survivors when he attacks."
"We have no idea who this Captain is then or what his ships call. All we know is when he attack he leaves no survivors and vanishes like a ghost" Admiral King took a long sip of his Whiskey.
"They call it a phantom ship. Flying Dutchmen they say. This Black Heart is Davy Jones reborn or worse Jolly Rodger."
"Ha. Children tales. Jones and Rodger are just stories" Weatherby dismissed.
"What about Captain Barbossa and his crew of undead Pirates."
"This is different. The Flying Dutchmen is nothing but a myth a children's tale" Weatherby dismissed again.
The Mace and Minstrel Tavern, Port Royal. 1730
Henry Turner entered the first tavern that morning since he and Carina had arrived in Port Royal aboard the The Celtic Piper.
He and Carina had lived in the same orphanage in England. Henry had been six when his mother Arabella had died. His brother William had left England to find their father William Senior in the Caribbean.
Henry never saw his older brother again. He and Carina had spent the last three years searching for their families. He for his older brother and Carina for her father.
"Can I help you Lad" The Inn Keeper asked
"My names Henry Turner. I'm looking for my brother his name is William Turner"
"You mean Will Turner" The Inn Keeper interrupted.
"You know my brother"
"Aye I knew him. He was the Blacksmith here till two years ago" The Inn keeper set down the glass he was cleaning.
"Where did he go"
"Died. Lost at sea. Ship he was travelling on. Sunk off the coast of North Carolina. "Henry's heart sunk. His brother was dead.
"Did he have any family here"
"Aye finance. The Governor's Daughter. Miss Swann. They've got a wee lad now. William after his father" Henry had a nephew.
"Thank you for your time and help"
"Henry did you find anything" Carina asked Henry came out of the Mace and Minstrel.
"I did. The Inn Keeper knew my brother. He died at sea two years ago. Will had a finance and now has a son."
"I'm sorry Henry" Carina wrapped her arms around him.
"All this time searching for him it was in vain he died two years ago."
"Oh Henry."Henry sobbed.
Undisclosed Location.
Theodore Groves did not know what the time nor what day it was. The stranger who resembled a dead Will Turner. Sat across from him cutting up an apple with his knife. He hadn't said a word only looked at him with those cold loveless brown eyes of his.
"Tell me Lieutenant Theodore Groves do you fear death" The voice Will Turner asked.
"William. How we thought you where dead"
"Thought or Hoped" I questioned.
"We thought you had been lost at sea. There was only one survivor when the ship went down in the storm"
"It was no storm" I laughed bitterly.
"What do you mean."
"Don't play coy with me Lieutenant. Those ships where sent there to kill me" I slammed my knife down on the table.
"What ships I know nothing of what your saying Will"
"Perhaps I should enlighten you. Two ships sent upon us just off the North Carolina Coast. Privateers in the employment of the East India Trading Company and who ever signed my death warrant." I threw the blood stained warrant for my arrest dead or alive on the table.
"I know nothing of this warrant I swear to you Will. How did you survivor"
"I was picked up by a passing ship. The Flying Dutchmen."I answered
"The Dutchmen she just a ghost ship story"
"Oh she real alright and my ship. I won her from Jones over a game of dice" That was partly true. Davey and his wife Tia Dalma had nursed me back to health after Davey had found me almost dead the night of the attack.
"What do you plan to do with us"
"I want information. Did you know anything about that" Nodding to the arrest warrant on the table.
"No I didn't. I honestly don't know anything Will."
"I find that hard to believe." I scoffed.
"William I'm telling you the truth. I know nothing about this. Commodore Norrington might. Maybe even Gillette or Admiral King perhaps"
"Let say I might believe you" I pulled the cork from the bottle of rum.
"William I begging you please believe me or at least let Victoria go. She has nothing to do with this. I am asking you to let her and my child live"
"Aye I might show some mercy. You know anything about this ring" I threw the ring to Groves to look at.
"I know this insignia. The Order of the Black Knights"
"Go on" I prompted.
"I've only heard of them. I don't know much about them. It's said there members are influential men and noblemen from Europe"
"So why would they want me dead" I asked standing up.
"I don't know Will. Where did you get the ring"
"From the men who tried to kill me."I answered. I nodded to Evans and Rodrigo to release Groves's wife.
Port Royal-East India Trading Company Headquarters. 1730
Horace Winchester the head of the East India Trading Company in Port Royal sat in his darken office. Thunder rumbled and lighting lit up the night sky outside.
"Adams, Michaels what are you doing here" Horace regarded the two men standing in his office.
"The Satan's Raider and Neptune's Sword have been lost. No Survivor expect for this that was left."Adams dropped a sack on the desk.
Horace felt his dinner coming back up when he saw the contents of the sack. The Captains of both the Neptune and Raider severed heads looked up at with no eyes or tongue. A note was nailed to the Captain of the Neptune's skull.
I will find you. This is a message to those that cross me. Black Heart The note read.
"Has Lord Becket or Mr Mercer been informed that the Neptune and Raider have been lost. And what has become of their captains" Winchester asked.
"Not yet sir"
"Michaels before you leave. I need to deliver this to a mutual friend of ours" Winchester wrote a quick note.
Michaels took the note from Winchester. He and Adams left Winchester's office. Michaels and Adams parted ways once outside.
Michaels checked his pocket watch the hour was late. Almost midnight when he arrived at the manor to deliver the note.
Knocking on he front door. No one answered at first seeing it was so late. Michaels knocked twice more before someone answered.
"My I help you sir. The hour is late"
"I have a note for your Lord from Mr Winchester. He said it most urgent" Michaels answered
"Very well then sir. I will take the note to him" The butler took the note from Michaels.
Michaels stood outside the front door for half an hour. He cleaned his pistol while he waited.
The butler returned with his lord.
"Mr Michaels. Mr Winchester wishes to see me"
"Yes my lord. I know its later. Mr Winchester said it couldn't wait" Michaels answered.
"Thornton have a carriage ready"
"Oh course my lord."Thornton bowed.
A carriage was ready within ten minutes. The carriage rumbled out of the manor yard heading towards the docks and Fort Charles. After twenty minutes the carriage came to a stop.
They made their way to Winchesters office.
"You said the matter was urgent Horace what is it"
"I'm sorry to drag you at such an ungodly hour sir. This came tonight" Horace placed the sack on the desk.
"Blackheart"
"That's what they call this murderous dog."Winchester put the note and skulls back in the sack.
"So what does this have to do with me"
"Seeing as you paid us to use them to solve your little problem" Winchester lite his cigar.
"My little problem is at the bottom of the Atlantic."
"Well according to this it isn't. Somehow Turner manged to survive" Winchester shrugged taking a drag.
"How no one could have survived that."
"Well it seems he did. And is out for blood" A loud crackle of thunder rumbled over head.
"What do you propose we do then Horace"
"I don't know. Perhaps its time we called the council to meet. I know this he won't stop till he's killed all those responsible. Mark my words this doesn't stop here with those two poor fellows" Winchester refereed to the two captains who had lost their heads