On the bank, Will and Elizabeth waved at the large ship leaving the harbor. Will wrapped an arm around her waist and turned toward the distant bustling town. He took a deep sigh and glanced at Liz.

"Well, that was interesting."

She nodded with a light laugh. "Yes, and I do believe that we owe the boys an explanation of why their ship is at the bottom of the sea."

Will agreed. Jack had briefly allowed Paul and Andrew to come aboard but quickly dropped them off on the beach before returning to the water and beginning their journey to the Commodore's finale resting place. With hardly any reasoning to all the fighting, killing, feuding, and sinking ships they were sure the young men had no idea what was going on around them.

The dwindling light was casting a serine glow on the streets and brick roads. Wet paths, shining blue against the reflection. They had asked a man in a near by shop if he knew where the boys lived. He had directed them to a fairly new row house onthe nextstreet. Will thought it looked too wealthy to be a fisherman's house but soon over looked it.

They approached the entrance and banged the large doorknockers, warning the owners they were on the steps. Andrew, the oldest boy, came to the door with a candle in his hand. The small light made him look years past his age. They assumed he was around sixteen or seventeen years old, but never actually asked. His face lit up when he saw the couple standing in front of him.

"Oh! Will, Elizabeth, I'm so glad you came. Paul and I grew worried after you'd left."

Will shook his hand. "Yes, we apologize for not explaining much before we parted, but we think you deserve an explanation. May we come in?"

He moved to the side. "Of course. Take a seat near the fire; it should be well stoked by now. I'll go get Paul, he'll be glad to know you've come."

Andrew disappeared up the stairs and left the young couple near the glowing fire in the living room, sitting in the thick, green, plush chairs. Elizabeth ran her hand over the mahogany table in front of her then glanced up above the mantel and saw a beautifully painted picture of a French countryside.

She turned to Will and placed a hand on his knee as she spoke softly.

"Will, look at all these things. The vases, pictures, furniture, they all seem to be from one foreign country or another."

He looked around the room to try and comprehend what she was referring to. He looked across the room to see a vase that appeared to be from Asia, Chinese maybe. Then a set of silverware with carved ivory handles hung on a wall next to him. The first thing that he assumed was Africa or the Middle East.

Will shook his head. "I don't understand, how could they get all these things?"

Just then Andrew came back down the stairs with Paul close behind. Even though Paul seemed to be around fifteen years old, he began asking questions with child-like interest.

"So your friends with pirates?" he asked with wide eyes as he flopped down on the loveseat across from them.

Will laughed at his wild curiosity. "Yes, that was Captain Jack Sparrow – of The Black Pearl."

Both boys' eyes widened and their mouths dropped slightly.

"You-You mean we were on The Black Pearl?"

Will nodded.

Paul clasped his hands together and jumped three feet off his seat. "Awesome!"

Will and Elizabeth briefly described their adventure they had taken the five months before. Never mentioning names for they feared what that might bring, but still describing the cursed pirates, cannon fire, sword fighting, and hidden treasure.

Andrew and Paul just sat in wonder listening to the two of them regale their unique story.

"Wow, so now Jack has ThePearl back?"

Liz nodded, "Yep, it was rightfully his anyway."

"And the cursed captain, you said he was shot. What was his name?"

Will gave Elizabeth a weary look.

"Barbossa" he replied dryly

Andrew shot him a quizzical look. Paul just stared at Will, and then his eyes brightened with a small smile.

"No, it couldn't have been Barbossa. You must have the names mixed up."

Will shook his head. "No, its Barbossa, I'm sure of it, we fought and chased the man for days."

Andrew still hadn't said anything. He leaned back and scratched his head thoughtfully.

"What is it Andrew?" Liz asked kindly

He didn't make eye contact with her, just stared at the floor. Barely audible he spoke.

"The name…Barbossa. Are you certain of it?"

"Quite certain." Liz replied. "What is it that's troubling you about him?"

Andrew finally looked up at her with confusion in his eyes. " He- He's…that is… I think."

Then Paul stepped in with his immature timing

"He's our father"