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Prologue
A soft, gentle wind blew in Bootstrap Bill Turner's face. It was a beautiful day to be at sea. The sun was shining, it was absolutely peaceful. It was quiet. Too quiet.
The weather began to change from this serene weather to a storm. The young man held onto the the railing, determined to stay on the ship.
"Why did you leave me? Why did you leave us? We are you family! Why?" Her voice yelled.
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Bootstrap Bill Turner awoke with sweat all over his body. He put a shirt on and walked on the deck of the Flying Dutchmen. He let out a deep breath as he put his hands on the wheel.
"Dad, are you all right?" His son Will asked. The young sea captain had heard his father walking on the deck and was worried about him.
"I am fine, son. Go back to bed. You need your sleep."
The captain of the ship laughed then stopped. "All right, Mr. Turner. I believe I can trust you at the wheel then."
"Aye, Captain Turner, you can." The two men laughed at their joke.
Will headed back to his cabin. "Are you sure you are all right?" The young man asked againg before entering his chamber.
"I am fine, son. Now go rest. You need it. WE will probably have a busy day tomorrow."
The captain sighed and went to his room. His father was right he did need his sleep. Tomorrow they would be harvesting more souls to either join the ship or help them pass on. That was the destiny of the ship. The curse was once every ten years to be at shore for the captain. If the captain disobied he would be punished by Calypso, the sea goddess.
Bootstrap sighed as he breathed in the wind. He didn't know why, but he felt like there was a new adventure beyond the horizon.
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