Within 20 minutes, the same patchwork family that met the Sirens was back on the dock to meet the Dutchman as it pulled into the berth and lowered a gangplank. Two men walked down the boards and towards the group, as Harry and Teddy walked forwards.

"Harry Potter." Greeted the younger of the two, a slim yet obviously strong man with brown eyes and brown hair restrained by a bandana. "I am Captain Turner, and this is my father and First Mate Bill Turner. I understand you have discovered you are my kin, the first to do so for two hundred years, and yet would not try to seek me on the sea. Is this young lad the reason why?" He gestured to Teddy.

"He is. We went through a war a few years ago, we both lost many people dear to us, and he is the last family his grandmother has, I refused to take him away from her before he was grown just to seek someone I may or may not be related to."

"Good. Family is the most important thing in the world, I'm glad you know that. Now, it's going to get cold soon, you and yours are welcome on the Dutchman to continue talking, or we can meet again tomorrow. Either way, I must be back on the ship by sundown tomorrow."

"Come up to the house, I'll put Teddy to bed, then maybe we can talk as I show you around? Many who live here would like to meet a legend, and I would hate to waste your one day ashore." Will agreed, and the quartet moved to make introductions.

Hours later, Will and Harry were still walking the land, stories had been told and much had been discussed.

Will told of how the curse had been broken after 10 years and his heart returned to his body, but with his wife and son both longing for the sea too, and his wife owning her own ship The Empress, he elected to keep the position, meeting them often on the waves, sharing tales. It had become hard, as his Elizabeth had aged, but they had managed, and she died happily at sea, appearing to him as a young woman again, and he took her to the other side, where she found peace there helping the other souls, and seeing him every time he ferried others. To the living, he may seem separated from her forever, he said, but to an immortal with a foot in both worlds, it was just the same as any other who had to leave their spouse behind for work. What helped both of them make peace with it, was each could watch over the family, those who lived and those who died.

Harry told of how his parents had died, how he grew up with his aunt, being lied to, how he had magic and fame thrust upon him at 11, his trials that others insisted on calling adventures, the bloody prophecy, becoming the Master of Death, finding out the godfather he'd only known for two years had essentially adopted him as a child, meaning he lost three parents to war, becoming Teddy's godfather only for the same to happen to the little baby, how he felt cursed to destroy whatever he touched, however fleetingly.

Both helped each other, providing an ear to listen, advice borne of a similar experience, or a distraction when things got heavy enough to choke. They met the Centaurs, saw the Unicorns from a distance, met House-elves, and finally came to the forge the Goblins had just finished building.

"Ahhh," Will sighed after taking a deep breath. "It has been too long since I was in a forge. It's the one thing I have missed all these years, making a fine sword takes longer than one day unfortunately." The Goblins who were in the forge looked surprised that a human, and a sea human at that, knew the joy found in a forge's smell, and that good craftsmanship was not to be rushed. The forgemaster, Gornuk (not to be confused with the Gornuk who died fighting in the war) approached them.

"You know forges Captain Turner?"

"Indeed, I was a blacksmith before I became a pirate. If I may?" He asked, gesturing to the sword at his hip, he knew not to bare steel at a Goblin unless he wanted a fight. Gornuk nodded, and Will drew and passed over his blade, the same sword he had forged for Commodore Norrington, that had adventures of it's own, before being plunged into the chest of it's maker.

"A fine sword," Gornuk said. Harry's eyebrows rose to his hair, this was extremely high praise, especially to a human, immortal Captain or not. "You say you made this?" Will nodded. "It has fared well for the centuries, does it see much use?" Harry's eyebrows lowered. This was much more like Goblins, a subtle jab that perhaps it had only survived this long because it wasn't used, an insult to Goblins, their weapons were made to be used, not prettily displayed, no matter the ornamentation.

"Three hours a day practice unless I am navigating the Dutchman through a particularly rough storm, and the occasional soul who believes they can best me because I am not Jones. It was commissioned by my wife's father as a ceremonial blade, but the man it was meant for expected functionality, and so I made it both. It was one of the last I made, before I had to leave Port Royal." His eyes had gotten a far away look by the end, then he shook his head to clear it. Just then, the leader of the Sirens walked in.

"Lady Mairin," Harry greeted with a nod, "this is -"

"William Turner." She said, her image flickering to that of a woman with dreadlocks and black markings on her face, then back to her usual look.

"Tia Dalma, Calypso." Will acknowledged, unsurprised at the changes to her face.

"Over two centuries good service you have given me, William Turner, more than the ten years asked of you, at the cost of eternal rest with your family. For that, I grant you a boon. No more must you wait ten years to step on land for one day. Now you may walk the land as you wish, but you must still do the task I charged you with, or corrupt yourself like Jones and be cursed never to set food on land again. You will know in your bones when you are needed at sea, do not fail to heed the call." With that, she turned and left. Harry quickly conjured a seat for Will, he had gone pale as ash and looked unsteady on his feet.

"Th-thank you, Calypso." He stuttered quietly, stunned.