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A few weeks later:
The smell of gin and rum intoxicated the air. Men young and old swapped tales of the sea. The candlelight was dimming, as the tavern was growing more crowded. Husky voices and rowdy laughs overbeared the conversation of the two familiar faces at the end of the bar.
"So how long have you been here mate?"
"Almost a year…seems like a lifetime. Before that I had been on a lone island for five years, until another ship picked me up."
"Oh I know how that is" Jack stated matter-a-factly
"What was it that you wanted to tell me?" Bootstrap looked over at the man from the corner of his eye.
"Just a little something that might peek your interest."
Bill paused, ready for Jack to continue, but he was enjoying the suspense. "Well don't make it torture!" He laughed "Out with it."
Jack gave him a smug grin. "Two words mate: William Turner"
Bill sat down his mug slowly. "Will? … You know where he is? Is he alive?"
"Whoa slow down. Yes, the boys alive and married…feisty young lass too." He shook his head in after thought.
Bill looked away – afraid for Jack to see the sincerity and emotion overtaking him, just by knowing his son was alive and well.
"And you're sure its him? … He's not in the family business is he?"
"Swear on my mother's grave, he's your son – you're spitting image. But he's a blacksmith by trade." Jack paused and stared squarely at him. "And definitely your spirit."
"Do you think he'd want to see me?" Bill asked apprehensively.
Jack noticed his sincere countenance and tenderness he had never heard in the old pirates voice. "I have no doubt."