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Hey guys sorry for update delay. /OTL I have been so busy and I really like trying to get my text perfect though it always ALWAYS sucks. :S I wanna crey. LOL. Anyways, here it is. Chapter one, I rewatched PoC series like so many times in a row and I still can't perfect Jack. Omg, /(; n ;/) RATE AND REVIEW SO I CAN GO FROM /(; n ;/) to \(* U *)/

Binds of the Past
Chapter one
Flicks of Lightning
Will Turner PoV

All things grow barren, eventually leading them to death. One thing doesn't though, that thing was the sea. I was mesmerized by the songs the waves played, I lusted for the sea like drunken men lust for lust. Mother and father always told me stories about the sea, they were mostly on pirates. They weren't normal bedtime stories though, nor were they stories at all. They told me their past and about the man whom was a genius, extremely deceiving, the man I wish to slay for what he did to my father.

Jack Sparrow…

The scent of Tortuga was much of my suspicions; air soaked with rum, the scent of the sea and beads of desperation pirates tried to shake off. It was a dirtied place, nonetheless. Rats scurrying among the floor as pirates and sailors fight amongst each other, drunkards plastered to the joining of streets and walls, concubines calling every man's name in a more manly voice than most. I loathed Tortuga, amateur pirates spread about, memories of father used to tell me about his adventures here- and they were all not too pleasant. I had to ignore the heart of Tortuga; it wouldn't do me good to follow its ruthless ways.

I opened a dirtied journal, reading line to line my father's heavily detailed instructions. Entering the bar it lead me to, I entered upon a bath of amber rum with pirates drowsily falling with each footstep. Then my eyes took upon a gaze of the right of the bar, finding a man that my mother had drawn a lot in with her and father in the sketchbook. "Jack Sparrow?" I questioned, hesitant for a mere second. He instantly turned, examined my body from bottom to top, a catlike grin spread upon his gaze.

"That's Captain Jack Sparrow, mate.- You have a familiar face, have I threatened you before?" He chimed, a rough British accent bearing to his voice as his hand gestured to myself. He was barely able to hold his stance, drunk perhaps or maybe the heat? Then again father had told me it was his nature to wobble.

"William Turner. Elizabeth, I'm out to find her." His grin disappeared spontaneously, but quickly reappeared as an idea brought itself to him.

"You should really watch over that bonny lass- wait, you're… Lizzie's son?" His voice tinged with the arrogance as a heavily scent of rum shook my balance.

"Elizabeth Turner's son." Somehow, I put my trust in this man, yet I know that meant I also put my life was in his hands.

" 'Captain, I do believe we should help this lad, would definitely bring benefits."

A distant voice rang, mesmerizing, hypnotic, filled voice of the sea as the waves crashed among the ships.

Then silence filled the room, even Jack had refrained himself from speaking, only a smirk upon his face. A storm was headed, or it sounded like, but the truth beyond the silence was the clacking of boots. Hat tipped towards us, mystery and lust approaching.

The silhouettes of people disappeared, their rumors and whispers still floated among the room. She approached me, barely touching as she stepped passed. Her scent was just of the sea, but had an overlying sweetness. Silky black wrapped into a loose braid tied with bandages that followed behind her, long enough to reach her waist, swaying gloriously. She was lean, slim, but built with small details of muscle. Limited number of scars plastered to her ivory white skin. Her torso wrapped in bandages as a black faded coat laid upon her shoulders, a similar red cloth tied to her waist. Her trousers were baggy then they grew thin, tucking nicely into leathered boots. She was at the peak of Jack's shoulders, standing tall, hazy mystery surrounding her.

Sparrow removed the leather hat from her. The shadows perished, and my eyes widened. She looked similar to him, the only extreme difference was her porcelain skin laced with few scars. Hair came down upon her face, but it split into different directions and dangled by her shoulder with trinkets and coins. Her eyes were the ocean waves in a thunderstorm, deep blue, flicks of lightning and everlasting sorrow. Small rose lips curled into a smirk as her eyes smiled, much like the man I despised. She was gorgeous, mesmerizing, hypnotizing.

"We know how to get poor Ms. Turner back, but are you willing?" I snapped back into the clasps of reality when her voice broke my thoughts, her eyes filled with a certain glow of enjoyment.

"Willing?" My voice came out upon its own as lines were drawn upon my face painting my confusion.

"Are you willing to listen to Captain Jack Sparrow's every command, willing to die for Ms. Turner, willing to commit your life to piracy and the code the Brethren drew upon the laws of piracy? Most importantly, give your life to the sea." Her eyes played with my hesitation, my heart cowered but my brain was ticking.

"If I am willing, how shall you benefit? I am no simpleton; I have heard stories of you. The granddaughter and daughter of the Royal Navy's General- or even Commodore, but of course… Jack's the real father of you, and your mother's disappearance. You've runaway for quite some time now. Seven years into piracy, correct? When you were thirteen. Now you're one of the most feared pirates, thanks to your time with Jack and Teague.- You certainly do not do things without gain." Her face showed no expression, only a haunting pirate's face with a ghostly smirk. The corner of my eye held Sparrow, who was stealing another man's rum, careless of the situation, as if he trusted her to make his way. He trusted her, and that meant something.

"And you? Will Turner's son? The son of the man that rules over the ship of the Flying Dutchmen, not even a pirate yet? Well that's certainly interesting. I will have my own gains, don't you take me for a simpleton either, Turner." Her words swayed like the tails of a black cat waiting to pounce on it's victim.

"I suppose we have an accord then." My mouth sighed among the no longer existing silence.

"Interesting."

"...Well you two are sure a devilish lot." Sparrow cut in, joining the conversation that at it's end.

"Now if we may. To the Black Pearl, 'Captain?" The gaze in her eyes had no compassion, no trust, I only saw a pirate.

"Well yes, love- and… eunuch. Can't keep her waiting, the sea that is."