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 2
Black Pearl.
The hour was late. Darkness had fallen hours earlier. Jack was on his third bottle of rum for the evening. Plotting a course for l'Île Rouge where it was rumoured the buried treasure of the legendary dreaded Cutthroat French/Scottish pirate Captain Jean-Marc 'Red Beard' Mac Leoid of the Devil's Whore.
Mac Leoid would have made Jolly Rodger shake in his boots as how terrifying the man had been. Even Davy Jones had a been alter boy compared to Mac Leoid.
Jack went to take another sip of his rum. Bloody hell. The bottle was empty.
"Why's the rum always gone" Jack grumbled as held the bottle up side down a few drops dripped out.
Jack stood up. As he attempted to walk his swayed in time with the roll of the ship.
"Oh that's why" Jack commented to himself as he grabbed his hat.
He pulled on his overcoat on his way out of the door. The keys to the Rum hold in hand. Jack headed down below decks. The crew not on night watch where snoring in their hammocks.
"As you where gents" Not one of the crew stirred as Jack passed them heading further below deck. Passing the cargo hold.
Unlocking the door. Jack shut it behind him. Searching the shelves for any rum bottles. He found one that hadn't been opened.
"Hello old friend" A voice spoke from the darkness. It was Bootstrap Bill's voice he heard. Jack dropped the bottle in shock.
"Bootstrap"
"Hello Jack."A very much alive William 'Bootstrap Bill' Turner I sat on a crate in the cargo hold.
"Did Jones send you" Jack took a seat on a barrel across from Bill.
"No. Jones is no longer Captain of the Dutchmen. I see you got the Pearl back" Bill offered Jack an open bottle of rum.
"I had some help in that. Your son"
"William. He became a Pirate" Bootstrap took the bottle back from Jack.
"In a way he did. I suppose. He died two years ago. Ship he was travailing on from New York back to Port Royal. Sunk in a storm off the North Carolina Coast."
"He was alive last I saw of him Jack" Jack spat out the mouthful of rum in his mouth.
"Alive. That anit possible Bootstrap. Your saying."
"Aye William is the Captain of the Dutchmen" Bootstrap chuckled as Jack's eyes where still wide as saucers with the news that Will was alive and Captain of the Dutchmen."He needs you to meet him at Isla de Cágroño. It's an old plantation."
"Isla de Cágroño you say"
"Aye that's the place. Where you heading anyway" Bill asked.
"l'Île Rouge"
"You chasing Red Beard's horde of treasure then" Red Beard's horde of treasure was the stuff of legends. It was said the treasure and jewels that could control Wind, Tide and Sea all at once. Or so the story went.
Port Royal. 1730
Elizabeth, Syrena, William and Phillip where walking along the secluded beach nestled between two cliffs. It was on the other side of Port Royal. Well away from the town and Fort Charles.
William ran ahead as fast as his little legs could carry him. Phillip gave chase. The sounds of William's laughter should have filled Elizabeth's heart with joy. But it was a bittersweet feeling.
Her son would grown up with out his father. William had taken quite a shine to her cousin. Phillip like her was an only child.
"He will make a good father one day if the Lord blesses us with Children" Syrena Hazel-Green Eyes shined with love for her husband.
Elizabeth didn't reply. She sadly smiled as she watched Phillip pick up William throwing him up into the air then wheeling him around by the arms. William giggled happily as he played with his second cousin/uncle.
"You must miss him" Syrena spoke again referring to Will.
"Everyday. Time does little to help numb the pain of losing Will." Elizabeth started out at the crashing waves coming into shore.
"Phillip said he was lost a sea after his ship sunk during a storm."Syrena carefully commented.
"He was on his way home from New York. We where marring the day after he returned"
"Did Will know about William" Syrena asked.
"No. I found out I was with child after he left. I was going to tell him after the wedding. But I never had the chance."
Elizabeth remember the joy she had felt at time she found she was with child. Will's child. She had imaged telling Will the wonderful news he was going to be a father. But fate had cruelly intervened. She had lost the love of her life for the gain of her son.
"Mama. Come."William grinned at her with the same cheeky smile Will had given her hundreds if not thousands of times during the year they had been together.
Further up the Beach.
Henry and Carina sat on the Sand staring out at the ocean. Henry hadn't spoken much in last few days. Not since he had learned that the brother he had spent years searching for was dead.
England. 1718
Six year old Henry struggled to keep up with his older brother as they navigated the dark streets of London. They dodged wagons and carriages as they crossed the street in the pouring rain.
They came to stop at an old run down church. St James. The old cast iron gates creaked and groaned in the wind.
Henry held Will's hand tightly in his. He clutched the bear Mother had made him to his chest. The Turner brothers climbed the stairs of the Church.
Will helped Henry to sit on the Church pew. Will placed a sack beside him. It contained some of Mother's things.
"Why can I come with you to find Father Will" Henry questioned.
"The journey will be long and perilous Captain Monroe can only take me on" Will answered brushing Henry rain soaked hair from his face.
"But I don't want to stay here. I want to come with you Will" Henry cried.
"I don't want to leave you here little brother. I can't look after you. I promised Mother I would look after you. I will be back when I find father. I love you Henry" Will hugged Henry tight to him.
"I love you Will" Henry clung to his brother not want to let go.
"Keep a weather eye on the Horizon Henry. I will come back for you" Will vowed pressing something into Henry's hand.
Heartbreakingly Henry turned watching his brother leave the church into the storm brewing outside.
That had been the last time Henry had seen Will.
"Why you sad" A little boy looked at him with dark brown eyes. Eyes Henry had seen before. But not in years not since that night Will had left him in that Church.
"I was just remembering my brother. I'm Henry. This is my 'friend' Carina" Henry introduced himself
"I"
"WILLIAM" A voice called from down the beach.
Henry glanced in the direction of the voice. If William was who he through he was. The woman calling him was his mother. Elizabeth Swann who had been Will's fiance before his death. William was his nephew. The only living family he had.
"Why sad Hnwry"
"I'm just remembering my brother. He died at sea two years ago. He left me this before he left" Henry pulled the necklace from around his neck. Will given him the night he had left him in St James.
"Pwtty"
"William come on."Elizabeth stopped when she got to where William stood with the man who looked like Will.
"Look Mama" William held up a necklace.
"It's beautiful. William. You should give it back to Mr"
"Henry Turner" Henry finished." I believe you knew my brother William Turner Miss Swann"
"Will was your brother. He never mentioned a brother. When you disembarked off the Celtic Piper the other day I thought I was seeing Will again"
"I've spent the last three years looking for Will after I left the orphanage. I don't know why Will never mentioned me. Perhaps it was to painful."Henry explained.
"Elizabeth. Is everything alright" Phillip came over with Syrena.
"Yes everything is fine. Phillip this is Henry Turner. Will's younger brother."Elizabeth introduced the pair.
"Mr Turner I'm Reverend Phillip Swift this is my Syrena" Phillip shook Henry's hand.
"Mr Swift this is my friend Carina Smyth"
Flying Dutchmen.
Theodore Groves keep a tight hold on Victoria. As they where rowed out to the Dutchmen with Will Turner and his crew. Will climbed aboard the Dutchmen. The crew went next. Victoria and Groves went next.
"Welcome aboard the Flying Dutchmen Lieutenant and Mrs Groves."The voice of another dead man greeted them as they boarded the Dutchmen. Groves found himself face to face with Hector Barbossa.
"Delacroix find the Lieutenant and his wife a cabin" Will drawled from behind them.
"Aye Captain. This way if you please" The small Frenchmen beckoned them to follow. Groves and Victoria followed the Frenchmen to their cabin.
"So what did you find out from Groves then" Barbossa asked once he and I stood at the helm of the Dutchmen.
"He had nothing do with the attempt on my life. Whoever was behind is part of some order called. The Order of the Black Knights. What they want with me I don't know"
"What of Sparrow. You think he'll come to meet you at Isla de Cágroño" Barbossa asked as the anchor was brought up.
"He will. Whoever is behind this. Wont' live. They will pay for they have done to me."I darkly declared.
"Now your speaking like a true Pirate" Barbossa chuckled from beside me. Jack screeched as he dropped onto Barbossa's shoulder.
Port Royal. 1730
Weatherby Swann sat in his study. A glass of Whiskey in hand. He stared into the flames of the fire burning in front of him. His conversation with Winchester a few nights earlier. Made him uneasy.
William Turner was alive. He was out for blood for those that wronged him. He had killed the two captains of the ships who had attacked merchant ship he had been travelling back on.
The plan to get rid of Turner had worked flawlessly. He had brokered a deal with Winchester to hire the Neptune and Raider to get rid of him. He was brokering a marriage between Elizabeth and an old friend of his back in England.
Lord Alexander Blackwood-Reed. His son Oliver. It would have been a marriage that would have benefited both families. But bloody Turner had gotten Elizabeth with Child.
Weatherby had planned to send the child away after it was born. But Weatherby hadn't been able to. The moment he had held his grandson in his arms for the first. Weatherby felt a love he had only felt once before when Elizabeth had been born. Despite everything he loved that boy regardless who his father is.
It seemed William Turner was coming after him. He wouldn't stop until Weatherby was dead. He doubted Turner would spare him even if Elizabeth pleaded with. Elizabeth. Would she forgive me for what he had done if she learned the truth. He didn't know
The clock was ticking until Turner discovered the truth and came for him.