One year and three months later. That was all that remained. The separation from his beloved wife and almost nine year old son was soon to be over. The crew now lived each day in worry and fear. Had Elizabeth stayed true to her husband or was the wait not worth the pain? No one knew what any answer would be. They also knew their captain felt the same, but more anxious to find out than the rest.

Captain Turner poured the rest of the emotions he knew into the organ and the song just like Jones. He played non stop. No one had gotten sleep in nights. The souls that were ferried were in the care of the first mate rather than captain, but had lovely music listen to on their journey. Only Bill Turner was allowed in. No one else much wanted to be near Will if he wasn't on deck. Lately, even old Bill stayed away from his son. He usually just left food and drink, commonly coffee, outside the chamber doors. He was glad to know that the plate and cups were empty when the returned to check on his son. Thankfully, the non stop organ slowly began to fade. It soon became every few hours. The same melody was played. No more changes of anything. The men were nearly brought to tears when it was played. The melody was enriched with all the love and passion Will Turner could remember, yet it was still sad and had a sense of loneliness. Maccus and Greenbeard said it was worse than listening to Jones play the first few times. Knowing their thoughts, Bill assured them again that it would never happen, not to Will at least. It was never going to happen.

As he had always been doing, Bill went to Will's cabin and left his dinner by the door leading to the organ chamber. For a curiosity matter, he quietly opened the door. Just once he wanted to see his son again. He poked his head through the doorway. He found his son leaning on his arm with his elbow in the chest of sand. His other arm hung limp at his side.

With a soft smile, Bill went to him. He looked at his son's calm, sleeping face. He gently moved Will's elbow from the sand and brushed it off very carefully. He set an arm around Will's back and under his knees. He carried Will to his quarters and tucked him in bed. Before leaving, he removed the bandana and knife from Will's person, and placed the food on the table. He was just about to leave when a soft, sleepy voice called for his father.

Bill turned. "Aye Will?"

"It's perfect. It's done," Will told him with a sleepy smile as he rolled onto his side, facing his father.

"What?" wondered Bill, kneeling beside his son's bed.

"Our song. I finished," said Will.

"I knew you would," whispered Bill with a forced smile.

"Liar," laughed Will softly.

"Now what?" asked Bill.

Will leaned over as he reached for an object on a chair. He handed it to his father.

Bill looked at it. "A music box."

Will held up two fingers as he said. "One for her and one for me. Whenever one is played the other will know."

"Then you have all the needed parts and you know how to construct a music box not to mention the design?" asked Bill.

Will bit his lip as he took the music box back. He shook his head. "I have nothing to construct one and I'm not sure how to, but I am a blacksmith…without any tools," he said gloomy and almost worried.

"Will, leave that to me. By my reckoning, we need to make port to stock up soon. I'll ask someone to go around town looking for these parts," promised Bill.

"Why can't you? After all, you can go ashore," asked Will.

"I promised I wouldn't leave you on this ship alone until you can also step on land," reminded Bill. Will opened his mouth to speak. Bill shook his head as he flattened his blanket. "Get some rest Will. You need it. I'll worry about the music box. I'll take care of it. Go to sleep."

Will looked at him. His father nodded promising to handle this. His eyes were still sleepy and he was exhausted. He moved back onto his side and pulled the blanket over his shoulder before falling asleep.

The nights became calm in World's End for a week or two. Maccus took night duty. A familiar sound broke the silence. No…come back…Elizabeth…I love…I waited…please…stay true…no… Cold shivers ran through his blood. The captain was dreaming again just as he had done the first few weeks aboard this ship. Those dreams became nightmares in which Captain Turner screamed in his sleep. Last time on one was told until Bill heard it himself. This time Maccus decided to tell someone especially since he had an idea of the purpose of dreams.

On deck in the morning, Will yawned and shook his head. His eyes were tired.

Maccus approached him as he tied down a rope. "You look tired. Didn't sleep well?" he began as he helped Will.

Will shook his head and yawned. "Not really."

"Beg pardon Captain, but you should be. There is one year left until you are allowed to set foot on land to see your family. The wait is near an end. You shouldn't be worried," continued Maccus.

"I'm not. I just can't sleep," Will said standing.

"Well, then why not? Something must be troubling you," added Maccus.

Will set his hand on his shoulder. "Maccus, you're one of my most loyal and trustworthy men. I know you are concerned about me. I'll be fine though. Don't worry about me. I can take care of myself." Forcing a smile, Maccus nodded. "Return to your duties and don't worry about me," added Will before leaving for the helm.

Maccus turned and went to do the most important duty he knew. He searched the ship for Bill and found him in the hold looking over what was left.

"I need to speak with you," he began.

"I'm a little busy right now," said Bill, counting.

"I think Will's dreams have come back," Maccus told him. Bill looked at him confused. "He was calling out in his sleep last night. This is not the first time either. It's been happening for a few days now."

"You sure?" Bill asked worried.

Maccus nodded. "Absolutely."

Bill sighed. He found counting to be more difficult than before.

Avoiding sleep, Will remained on deck that night. He sat on mainmast carving more. This was the only enchanting part of being here. Both worlds were made of stars. Up was down and down was up. No one really knew which way was the true world, up or down. Though, Will thought it was down, but up seemed logic as well. He took a glimpse at the shining stars wondering how long he'd looked at them in his lifetime.

Orion barked and wagged his tail, his attention focused in front of him. Teach flew out from the ship calling "dead men tell no tales". Some of the souls thought that was amusing and others wanted to kill the bird. All around, Orion was much more loved than Teach, but there were those who adored Teach and Will had to admit to himself Teach made his father very, very happy.

The young captain slowly climbed down as light approached in the distance signaling more souls. The men on night duty already had the three on board.

Will went to them.

"Which one are you? Jones or that Turn?" one asked.

"Turner," Will said. "And you're in safe hands now. Trust me."

"Turner? Will Turner?" another asked, looking hard at Will who nodded. "Can't be you. As in the William Turner blacksmith apprentice from Port Royal Turner?"

"You know me?" asked Will confused.

The one nodded and smiled. "We were friends when you were a boy. It's me Will. Aaron."

"Aaron?" Will said with a laugh. "As in the James that once said I'll never be caught at sea even dead?"

"Unfortunately yes?" mumbled Aaron. Will laughed aloud. "Shut it Will."

"It's just amusing. You are caught at sea dead," laughed Will.

"My father needed help with his business so I agreed to help him. I've been on his ship for a few years now and I almost had a liking to the sea until a huge wave came over us," Aaron said in a sarcastic tone. How long has it been? Ten years at least?"

"I don't know. My sense of time is lost," said Will. "I've been at sea for ten years."

"You may not have heard then," said Aaron as his face saddened.

"Probably not," Will said honest.

"I hate to be the one to tell you this," began Aaron mournful. "Governor Swann has been killed and Elizabeth Swann died at sea." Will's eye had a glint of worry and confusion. "I'm so sorry Will. I know you loved her."

Will smiled. "That's why I married her and we have a son of eight. We married at sea so technically Elizabeth Swann did die at sea. She is now Elizabeth Turner."

"I always knew you would," said Aaron with a smile. "Never thought I'd see you as Captain of the Flying Dutchman."

"Neither did I. It just happened," Will told him sadly. Someone nudged his arm. Without turning, he knew who was on night duty.

With that, they ferried the souls over to the other side. Captain Turner received his thanks and praises as usual, but had a request of his own.

"Before you leave, I ask a favor," he said to Aaron.

"Anything Will," agreed James.

Will handed him a carving of a person the size of his forefinger. "Find Charlotte Turner and give this to her," he said.

"It's you," noted Aaron.

"Hold on just a minute. Will, she is my wife. When was the last time she saw me?" Bill said loudly.

"The day you got her pregnant," replied Will, handing him a carving.

Bill snatched it and stared hard at every detail. Impressed, he handed it to Aaron who understood.

"An image of her husband and son," noted Aaron.

"Ask her if she knows. If not, tell her the tale," added Will. "Give our love to her."

"I shall," promised Aaron. "Well then, Bill, Captain Turner, good bye."

With one last smile, he boarded port and left with two carvings gently in his hands.

A game began to play between the Turners. One avoided sleep while the other stood on night duty. Bill figured Will would need sleep some night and was willing to wait for it. He soon discovered his son was dreaming again. About what he still needed to discover. He was sitting on deck reading under a lantern against the cabin doors. Occasionally, he stepped inside and listened as to what was occurring inside. A painful moan filled the night.

Will was screaming in horror in his sleep. "No…father please…stop…leave it…I don't want this…Elizabeth…Will…no…"

Bill rushed through the cabin to Will's quarters and ran in the room.

Will's body was covered sweat. He tossed and turned while struggling in his sleep. His face was pained and his forehead wrinkled. His hands clutched the blanket. "Please, father no!"

Orion was sitting beside Will howling and crying.

"William, wake up," Bill called, shaking his son. Will was still trapped in his mind. Bill called louder and pleading as he shook harder. "William!"

Will snapped his eyes open. "No father! Leave it in! I don't want this!" he screamed and pushed his father.

Bill grabbed his arms, pulling him close to his chest. He held him close to him. "You were dreaming son. It was just a dream. It's over now," he told him comforting, pulling his son's ear to his breast knowing the one thing that calmed him.

Will slowly began relaxing. The tension on his body calmed. The grip on his father's arms loosened.

Bill continued to hold him for a few moments. He loosened his grip then just looked at his son's face.

"How long have you known?" wondered Will softly, patting his dog's head.

"Since we found out," replied Bill. "What about this time?"

"It wasn't me becoming captain. It was Elizabeth. I helped her stab the heart then Jones killed me before he fell. My soul came back and I watched as you cut her heart from her body. I tried pulling you away but you didn't stop. It was as though I wasn't there. Beside me there was this boy. He called me his father and Elizabeth his mother. You then began calling for me and I woke," said Will.

"Well, she is all right. She's on Isla del Sol raising little Will," Bill told him.

"How can you be sure? She hasn't seen me in nine years. Little Will has never met me. He doesn't even know if I care about him. She probably couldn't last this long alone and away from me. The chest is probably buried on the island or thrown in the sea. She most likely ran off to find a new, better husband than me. I'm a horrible husband and an even worse father. I hate my life. I hate everyone. I hate everything," whined Will. He sighed deeply and lowered his head.

Bill set his hand under his son's chin and lifted his head. He gave Will a soft smile. "Don't listen to your dreams. Your mother told me something I've never forgotten. She told me that dreams were the result of my heart's thoughts. Good dreams were what my heart wanted and loved. Nightmares are from your heart's greatest fears. Will, these nightmares are from your heart. Your heart is afraid of losing Elizabeth and little William in any way. Don't listen to them. She loves you and so does your son. Once he meets you he'll always want to be with you."

"That's what I'm afraid of. He can't have me. The only part of me he can actually have is my heart. Even so, that's in a chest. He'll hate me for never being there," Will told him.

"Give him time to understand and grow up. As he grows more he'll understand better. He'll always love who he is. He is the son to the Pirate King and the Captain of the Flying Dutchman. What boy doesn't dream of being Pirate Prince and son to the most legendary pirate of them all?" added Bill with a laugh.

Will shook his head. "Not many. Why am I having these dreams? I shouldn't feel emotion at all."

"Because these are your greatest fears, you continue to think about them and only one year remains," said Bill obvious. Will nodded completely agreeing. "You shouldn't fear anything. She loves you enough to wait. Her love is strong. End these thoughts of worry and fear. There is nothing to fear Will. I promise," Bill said promisingly.

Will sat silent a moment then spoke. "Do you remember that boy?"

"The one that wasn't dead but considered close enough?" wondered Bill. Will nodded. "What of him?"

"In all my dreams he's the boy who calls me father. I still see his eyes. They are exactly like mine in every way. He has Elizabeth's hair. There was something about him that almost reminded me of my son. He was six and his name is William but he's called Will. I almost believe he is my son," said Will. The curiosity in his voice proved that he wanted his father's opinion.

Bill shrugged. "I honestly don't know Will, but there is indeed something about him. Just for curiosity, did he ever get the other turtle?"

"I made a request of Calypso. I asked her to wash the turtle upon the nearest shore which he lived," said Will.

"The poor boy never knew his father," noted Bill.

"I wouldn't worry. He'll see his father in about a year," said Will with a small smile sneaking onto his face.

Bill looked into his son's sly smile. He shook his head. "Wait here. I have something for you." He rushed out then returned with two bags. He gave them to Will. "I was told all you had to do was follow this," added Bill handing his son the music box.

Will smiled. "You have everything?"

"I promised you I would take care of it," whispered Bill. "You'll like the design I chose."

Will couldn't resist throwing his arms around his father. "What would I do without you?"

"The same that would happen to me. I wouldn't survive," said Bill.

Curious, Will reached into a bag and pulled out a folded object among much smaller pouches. He unwrapped the cloth gently and smiled larger than he had in a long time.

"Sea turtles. Why doesn't that surprise me?" he laughed.

Engraved on one of the shells was Will with crossing swords below his name. The other he knew to have Elizabeth.

"Well, you like sea turtles anyway and I know what they mean to you. It's a way to stay connected even apart," said Bill. "You have everything now Will and a year to do this. No matter what happens in one year and what she did, no matter how much pain you have I'll take it away before you can suffer any more. I'm proud of you Will. I'm glad you've allowed me to be your father."

"I don't know what I would do without you," said Will.

"You said that already," noted Bill. "But, as before, I couldn't survive."

"What is the one thing you wanted when you were nine?" Will asked, changing their mood.

"I don't remember being nine, but I would have wanted my own sword and ship," replied Bill. "Why?"

Will bent over as he opened a chest near the end of the room. He lifted a large wooden carving from it and set it on the table. He returned to the chest and brought more.

Bill laughed as he realized what it was. "It's the Black Pearl."

"To make up for nine missed birthdays," explained Will as he set everything together.

The masts were wood and fit though the holes on deck. They even did have cloth sails. The ropes and rigging were made from twine that had previously been pulled apart. Once everything as put together, the wooden ship truly did look exactly like the Black Pearl.

"He has the ship, but what about…" began Bill but answered his question when Will emptied another bag onto the table.

Out spilled many little figures. Even they had clothes made from pieces of extra cloth.

Bill picked one up, the one he knew most well and set that one at the helm.

"If Jack knew I was captain he would kill me," laughed Will.

Both took the figures and set them and deck all over. Will even had a figure of his father. He also made chests, longboats, and cannons and cannonballs. The ship itself extended from Will's shoulder to the edge of his fingers tips out stretched. The figures were close to the height of his middle finger, and included Orion and Teach. The ship with the masts was the height of his forearm and hand.

Just for a moment the Turners played. They laughed and felt foolish, but didn't much care.

"Will, you need to make one for us," Bill noted as he made Jack walk the plank by Will's doing.

"I can arrange Jack to walk the plank if you want," said Will. "And it will be by my doing."

"You have too much time on your hands," noted Bill. "You should make the Dutchman both under your command and Jones's, the Interceptor, Dauntless, Empress, Endeavor, and make the crew from each."

"Father, Will isn't going to be nine forever," said Will.

"Not for him," said Bill. He pointed at both of them. "Us. That way I can be on your adventure and you can feel free again."

"Once on that adventure was enough," whispered Will. "I should probably put this away before someone walks in and sees us."

"Aye, good point," said Bill, placing the figures into the bag, but made Jack walk the plank again before setting it back.

Will took everything apart then set it back into the chest. "I just need to stop fearing and start knowing that she has stayed true," he said nodding.

"You know where to find me," said Bill as he turned.

"Oh, and let whoever is supposed to take night watch be on night watch," requested Will. "I know my ship and who I place on night watch. You certainly were not on the schedule for a week."

Bill shrugged with a smile before leaving.

Alone again, Will brought the two bags and the music box down to the organ chamber. He sat in front of the organ, set the music box on the ledge along with the bags, and not thinking all he feared. None of it was true or going to be true. Elizabeth stayed true to her heart and little Will did know of him. He swore to himself it was true. Looking at the ivory keys to the organ, he set his hands on the correct one. Just once he played the song. It was perfect. Everything about it was perfect.

"I love you Elizabeth, but I don't think as much as I do my little Will. I'm coming home soon. I promise," he whispered to the song that echoed.

Looking at the music box he began to observe every gizmo and angle that was intertwined in between. Having observed that, he took the one of the sea turtles from the bag. He smiled reading which one he chose. Elizabeth.