Oh my gosh! It has been years since I have updated! I am so sorry for keeping you readers waiting so long! I actually forgot about this story! Can you please forgive me for keeping you waiting so long? I will make it up to you I promise! In fact, I will try to complete this soon. Tell me what you think and if you have any ideas of what you want to happen next, let me know.

Chapter Two

Will Turner gulped at the sight of Calypso standing before him. He hoped she was not here to punish him. He had not done anything wrong. At least, as far as he knew he had not. She had told him to leave Beckett where he was and to come back to the Flying Dutchmen because the crew and she had to have a meeting. His father came up behind him and put a hand on his shoulder in an attempt to comfort him. Will smiled.

Ten minutes later, the crew and the souls that they had recently been brought aboard the Dutchmen gathered in a circle around the sea goddess. Each man had the same facial expression on his face. Fear.

Calypso did not speak for several minutes. She knew the crew was afraid of her, which was a good thing, in her opinion. This would allow her to get what needed to be done much easier. She cleared her throat and began to speak. She told them the duties that were required by each man of the ship, and how to do it. She also answered the questions that some of the men had about their duties.

Once she was done speaking, she dismissed the crew to do their duties. The men left rather quickly not wanting to anger the sea goddess. A small smile crept on her face as she saw the captain and first mate helping the crew with their duties. They were so kind to each individual. She was very proud of them with great reason. Of course, that reason was a secret –her secret- which was the real reason why she was here. To give one person on this ship another chance. A chance that he deserved because of who he was. He could not change the past, but he could brighten his future if he did one thing. He would have to face a difficult trial. It would most likely be the more challenging trial he would ever face, but if he passed it….. he would be so happy!

"Bootstrap Bill Turner," she said in a very powerful, commanding voice. "I need to speak with you….Alone!" She emphasized as she saw Will following him.

Father and son looked at each other confused. The elder Turner walked toward the sea goddess. Confusion was written all over his face.

Calypso smiled at him and took his hand. A flash of lightning appeared where they stood then they both disappeared. Leaving a man in their place; a man that Will had hoped to never ever see again. The man who was the reason why Will was captain of the Flying Dutchman in the first place. The man that Will, though he would never admit it, was afraid of. In the place of Calypso and his father, was Davy Jones and he looked…..happy.

If Bootstrap had not been confused before, was confused now more than ever. Calypso had taken him from his son, and to the hut where they had first met. It was where Jack had introduced her as Tia Dalma. He gulped. He had no idea why he was here, or what she wanted. She had gone in the back of the hut moments before to show him something.

Calypso looked through her shelves very carefully. She grabbed the items that she needed and began to walk back to Bootstrap Bill Turner. She paused and examined him. He was the same as he was the first time she had met him: Fearful but willing to overcome his fear. That was a good thing. He was going to need that where he was going.

"I am giving you de chance, William Turner, to redeem a wrong," she said.

The man did not say anything. He just looked confused. "What wrong?" He asked.

She did not answer his question. She motioned for him to sit down on a chair which he did. Calypso then sat across from him. "You feel guilty about not being dere for your wife when she died," she explained. "De past cannot be changed, but dere is a way you can be 'ith her if you can rescue her."

"How…" Bootstrap began.

Calypso ignore him and continued to speak. "You must journey to World's end to make de wrong right," she said. She gave him a map.

The black haired man took it and began to look at it. "Why are you doing this? What is the catch?" He questioned.

"Dere is no catch. A mother can do things for her son, can she not?"