A/n: I always have an inspiration no matter what I write. Last time it was Sweet Tarts this time it is my iPod :P Enough of my rambling time to check in with out favorite blacksmith..or is he even a blacksmith anymore? Guess you'll have to read to find out.

Cupid's Angel

100 miles away from the port of Tortuga in the town of Serame, currently hard at work was none other than ex-blacksmith William Turner. No William Turner had turned to a new profession which suddenly appealed to him one day a few weeks following the death of his true love.

Teaching

Yes, William Turner one of the most skilled blacksmith's around had turned to teaching the likes of poor orphaned children just like he had grown up as. Now being one of the very few teachers in Port Serame he had a lot of children in his class and work was always very hard, and the pay was barely enough for a loaf of fresh bread. Despite this, he still came to work every day working as hard as humanly possible to help give these poor unfortunate children the head start in life which he never received; for that was the kind of man he was.

Since the death of his beloved he had done everything that he could physically do, to ensure that her memory never haunted him. Sure he still loved her and was certain that he would never experience that kind of love again, but yet the pain her memory caused him was worst than that of heartbreak. It was one unfortunate day I shall tell you, which occurred around the same time that Cupid received his new angel, that young William Turner was faced with the past yet again.

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"Alright kids, time for a 20 minute break" the dashing once blacksmith informed his class.

The hard at work children eagerly placed their pencils back in their pocket, along with the single scrap of paper they were writing on. Before turning back to their teacher, each with same look on their faces, and as William Turner sat down at his desk the youngest child. A young 5 year old by the name of Tommie Alys stood up, asking for the permission he did not need to speak.

"Yes Tommie"

"Mr. Turner will you please tell us a story?" he asked in a mousy voice.

"Okay then what story would you children like to hear?" he asked as he went up to the board picking up a short piece of chalk. Ready to write down the suggestions his class were about to offer.

"A Princess Story" a young girl in the back called in delight.

Neatly William wrote the first option in the top left hand corner.

"No thats silly! I want to hear one about a pirate"

"Yeah!" two boys chorused.

"Well you know pirates are all very bad people" Will spoke softly as he turned around to address his class. "And I don't believe it is an appropriate type of story" he continued.

"Please Mr. Turner, just this once" the class pleaded.

He sighed in agreement, after all he always had the soft spot for children. He had always hoped that one day he would have children of his own, with the woman he...loved.

Disregarding that thought almost the instant it passed through his mind he turned back to the board.

"So children which pirate would you like to hear about? Black beard? Cut-throat Jake?" he suggested.

"No we wanna hear about a real pirate"

"But they are real pirates"

"How do you know? Have you seen them?" one child questioned.

"No but I have had my fair share of pirate ordeals" he spoke not realizing his mistake. "More than enough" he thought to himself.

Simultaneously behind his back the eyes of the young children became wide with excitement. Never had they met a pirate before and the only stories they had ever heard were the ones in stories.

"Who have you met?"

"Were you friends with them?"

"Did you battle any?"

"Are you a pirate?"

Hundreds of questions were bombarded at him all at once, so much that it soon became quite overwhelming. He didn't answer any of them however, instead he just continued to write suggestions on the black board. Trying his hardest not to allow any memories to come flooding back to him.

That was until a timid girl who never spoke in class by the name of Megan spoke calmly, the mere sound of her voice was enough to make the entire class go quiet. Not only because of her voice I might add, but because of her statement; her entirely true statement.

"You met him didn't you, you loved her so much and so did he. Then she died, gone was your love and your chance of having children" her sweet voice filled his ears.

The room went deadly silent as the confused children looked from the back of their teacher to the young brunette who always wore her hair in pigtails.

"Who?" a thin blond haired boy asked.

"Captain Jack Sparrow" her voice barely heard in her whisper, as a lone tear rolled down the face of William Turner.