A/N: I still don't own Pirates of the Caribbean (

Pirates of the Caribbean: Revenge of the Dead

By An Unknown Writer

Chapter One: Tales of Turmoil and Love

Three Months Later

Soon after the Dauntless arrived in Port Royal, preparations for Commodore Norrington and Elizabeth's marriage ceremony began. The flowers were picked, the clothes in the process of being made, but Elizabeth was troubled. As much as she tried, she could not love Norrington. And many thoughts of Will plagued her mind.

"Darling… can I ask you something?" Elizabeth questioned her soon-to-be-husband.

"Hmm? Sure," Norrington replied.

"When Will and I were to be married…"

"He's dead, Elizabeth! Get over it!" Norrington interrupted.

"Yes, but, the ceremony we had planned was not fancy… as you want it… and I was wondering if we could cut out some of the decadent decorations."

"Fine. Do what pleases you."

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The wedding went as planned; everything went smoothly. But, he tides of the newlyweds soon changed. Not two weeks had past, and Elizabeth realized she was pregnant. Not with the commodore's, it was impossible! But with a certain Will Turner's. Elizabeth confronted Norrington, but extremely worried on how he would react.

"James?" Elizabeth walked into his study where he was meeting with other Navy generals.

"Elizabeth, I'm in the middle of something."

"It's… important…" Elizabeth said, and motioned him to follow her into the adjacent parlor.

"What could be so important?" he snapped. Elizabeth cringed and he immediately felt remose. "I'm sorry. Elizabeth? Are you alright?"

"I'm… fine… I suppose…"

Norrington looked at her strangely.

"I'm… I'm pregnant."

"Are you sure?" Norrington face was overjoyed. "How… when?"

"James… well... um... there's not... but there's some… well, bad news."

"Nothing could be bad about a baby, Elizabeth!"

"It's… well… not… um…" she paused, "Yours."

"And who's is… it…" Norrington questioned, his face turning a nasty shade of red.

Elizabeth mumbled something incoherent.

"Elizabeth?" he said impatiently.

"Will's," she mumbled.

"You weren't even married! How could you do this to me?" Norrington exclaimed.

"I'm sorry! Well, what was I supposed to do then? As soon as I found out, should I have thrown myself off a building? Have gone to the noose? Do you honestly think that a mother would risk the life of her child?"

"That would have saved me the embarrassment of have a whore for a wife!"

"I'd rather be his whore than your wife," she stated calmly.

"I… oh… argh!"

"Oh yes, recall why you're being a complete bastard! You have emotional issues! You have no heart! Just like Davy Jones!" Elizabeth cried. She went and sat down on the sofa. Norrington, trying to control his anger, sat down beside her.

"Elizabeth, it was out of the tenderness of my heart, which I do have for your information, that I married you in the first place! And obviously I look nothing like Turner, and thank God for that, so the child would look nothing like me. Unless it were to look like you, but if it did not, then people would question whether I was the father or not. And I would rather not live a life to have to raise the babe as my own," Norrington added. He soon realized that he should never have said what he did when Elizabeth whipped out her hand and slapped his cheek.

"You son of a…. argh! I knew leaving the Pearl was a bad idea! And that's enough talking about Will! He was a respectable man, and loving. You are nothing like him! So never insult him again or I'll… I will tell the entirety of Port Royal's inhabitants that you had an affair with Lord Beckett when he was still alive," Elizabeth screeched. She stormed out of the room, pushing out through a group of maids that had gathered to hear the ranting between the couple. She did not care whether they knew or not, that the child was not Norrington's. Elizabeth stormed out of the house and sat on the grassy hill that lead up to the manor. She could not believe that Will was dead. He would have been so overjoyed to hear of his child.

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Jack had cared to Will, along with the rest of the crew of the Black Pearl. Will's wounds were healing nicely and most were only scars and the burns were almost completely healed. The only thing that was not healed was his mind. He had two lingering questions pervaded his every thought and could not be pushed out. 'Is Elizabeth alright? Damn, you never really and fully know what you have until you loose it. But whatever happened to Beckett? Surely he had died, hopefully.'

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Jack was commanding the ship, as usual, and walked over to a sullen Will.

"You alrigh' mate?"

"How could I have survived?"

"I dunno. Miracle, perhaps?" Jack suggested.

"Fate. Tha's wa' it was. Somethin' 'aving ta' do wif fate," Pintel added as he joined the conversation. Jack quickly issued him a command to fix the riggings so the conversation would be more private.

"I just call it plain-old dumb luck," Will said as he walked away, more sullen than ever. "If only Elizabeth was here…"

So every night before Will went to sleep, and every waking hour, he wished that he was with Elizabeth. He wanted to show the love that he always felt for her, to embrace her, to tell her everything was going to be alright when something went wrong. He hoped that someday, he would be reunited with her, but when would that day come?

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Another Four Months Later

"James?" Elizabeth frantically called out. Her husband had finally gotten over the fact that the baby was not his. "James?"

"Elizabeth? What…" Norrington quickly walked to where she was standing, while clutching her abdomen.

"James… I think… baby…" she said before she passed out in his arms.

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When Elizabeth awoke, Norrington was perched on the bed beside her. It was early morning and the baby had been born the previous night. But James made sure when Elizabeth questioned about what happened, he would leave out many of the, well, rather important details."

"How are you feeling?" Norrington questioned Elizabeth when he realized she was awake, without much feeling for that matter.

"I have been better," Elizabeth answered dryly. She tried to hoist herself up but groaned as a tremor of pain washed over her body. Quickly, she settled back into the pillows. In the back of her mind, she knew that it should have Will that was sharing this moment. "A son or a daughter?"

Norrington got up walked up to a cradle that was set up in one of the corners of the room. He picked up the bundle that was quietly resting inside and carried it to Elizabeth. "A son, a healthy and strong son."

"What a doll! I wonder if this is what Will looked like when he was a baby," she replied as she looked down tenderly at her and Will's son and gently stroked his tiny cheek.

"Elizabeth darling," Norrington questioned, after a long and uncomfortable silence, "if this is going to work, he has to be my son, and only my son. There is to be no mentioning of Turner, or piracy for that matter. Is that understood?" Norrington questioned loudly.

"Shhh… you'll wake the baby. But James, we must name him after Will." She paused. "You can say… that I wanted to name him William out of respect for a lost friend," Elizabeth said as she rocked the baby. "How about William John… uh… Norrington?"

"Hmm? Well I suppose that would be fine. But why not James as his middle name? Instead of Jack…" Elizabeth just shook her head. Norrington let his mind wander to what he had to do that night. What a difficult task awaited him. One that if Elizabeth found out about, she'd have his head on a silver platter. Not to mention everything would be ruined. "Oh, I almost forgot. I must leave you two tonight. For I have some naval business to finish." 'This is definitely going to be a difficult task,' he thought.

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"Avast! Bring down the starboard anchor! Don't wan' ta' crash inta the docks now do ye?" Joshamee Gibbs yelled to the crew of the Black Pearl.

"Aye sir!" the crew responded. They set the rigging in its proper place and Will expertly steered the ship into the port of Tortuga.

"Nice work men," the Captain called from his quarters. Jack emerged and went to Will. "Are ya' goin' ta' go ta' Port Royal or not mate? I'm sure there's…"

"I don't think so. She's is probably dead, or soon to be. Her name was on that bloody, God-damned wanted list along with ours. And it has been, what, seven months since we last saw her?" Will replied with little enthusiasm.

"Aye, I suppose you are righ'," Jack replied. The ship was harbored in port, and the men walked down the gangplank into the town. "But don't give up all hope mate. Ya' never know."

"Aye. You never know…"

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Later that night, when Will came into his room at the inn, a bundle was on his bed. The bundle squirmed as Will walked over to it. It was a baby, a baby girl. On her bundle was a letter. He carefully picked her up, making sure to support her delicate head. She only seemed to be a few days, at most, old. She cried from being disturbed and he tried to hush her. Will picked up the letter and opened it. It read:

Dear Mr. Turner,

I cannot take care of this child. She is Elizabeth and your child. Unfortunately, Elizabeth died of complications and the child had nowhere to go. I received information that you were alive and well, and I immediately searched for your current location.

I give you my condolences and regards to you and your child.

Will looked up, tears filling his eyes. This was his child. His and Elizabeth's. How he wished even harder that she could be here with him, cradling their child to sleep. He pushed some blankets around her and watched her for some time. He tiptoed to the door and said, "I'll always take care of you… Elisabeth."

A/N: Well that's chapter two! Some sweet stuff between parent and child. And yes, I don't like Norrington so I made him a completely corrupted ass. )