Prolouge:
They were under attack. Elizabeth Turner ran through the lower deck, searching in vain for a hiding place.
In her right arm she cradled a baby. Her baby. She glanced down at her child, if anything she had to hide him, this group of pirates was known not to leave survivors. She had to save him.
Another hit from the cannon sent the ship careening right. Elizabeth stumbled and fell. Her arm hit a barrel and the baby awoke. He started to cry.
Over two years ago, her husband William Turner had become the captain of the Flying Dutchman. She has blocked those memories from her head. They were painful. The Flying Dutchman was a place William could go, but Elizabeth could not follow. She had hoped he would come back and that it would all be a dream. But after a year she had given up that he was coming back.
Then she found out that she was pregnant. She went through the nine months and birthed a beautiful healthy boy. She had named him William after his father, hoping one day that maybe he would get to meet him. Then she had worked, she found a job and scraped together enough money to sail back to England. It was the least she could do, William would live a good life. Even without his father.
Elizabeth snapped out of her thoughts as she noticed something pooling in the corner. She scrambled to her feet.
Water, the ship was sinking.
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An old man picked his way down the steep hill, to the beach. He had heard crying. It was silent now except for the light lapping of the waves against the shore.
Pieces of wood littered the sandy beach. the old man sighed. This happened every so often. A ship would sink and all of the scattered wood would wash up on this shore.
Then the old man noticed something. A small barrel was moving. It was shaking as if something was inside. The man approached the barrel slowly. He prayed it wasn't a snake and peeked in.
His eyes widened as he saw a baby boy. He had dirty blonde hair and dark brown eyes. those eyes were large and scared as the old man reached into the barrel.
He held the infant in his arms and wondered how one young child had gotten so lucky. He was a survivor. The old man glanced down. He could feel it in his bones. Thus child was meant for great things.
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Hello! I hope you enjoyed the chapter. I do not own anything in this story except my own OC's.
So really quick, I will not be following the storyline of Dead Men Tell No Tales the fith movie of Pirates of the Caribbean. But I will be telling my own story about William and Elizabeth's child.
I hope you keep reading, and please comment on anything you would like to happen in this book, or anything I need to work on.
Thanks again for reading and I'll try and post more soon.
-Bec