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Prologue (Destiny’s Confession).

Everything in life has a purpose, a meaning to which a greater power has given. It isn’t like anything in life can be helped. Events that happen in a persons life cycle, happen for a reason, they happen because they are meant to happen. Even though it would seem like the choice is your to make, it is not. The choices we make lead us on the path that fate has chosen, it is that simple, in the understanding of the concept. The sun rises and sets, the moon changes the tides and the sea brings forth life and death, all because it is supposed to. Just like when fate smiles on some people bringing them great fortunes and joy or it frowns on other bringing sickness and suffering, poverty and sorrow. Like for me, the sea is in my blood and it can’t be helped. My fate was decided the moment I came into this world. My one and only love is the sea.
The more people are against it, against piracy, the more we are driven to it. To follow the ocean breeze, salty and fresh. We are the most free of spirits and yet we are feared and hunted like animals. We are pushed further out to sea, further toward our ways, further to our fate, for there is no where else for us to go. As the waters are charted, as the islands are explored, we become more dangerous as if caged. A beast in a cage is nothing to mess with, for if it is released there is no hope to escape its wrath.
The ocean carries with its waves many secrets. The only ones to understand and hear them are those who are cursed by the call of the waves. Many have heard it, and many have died by it, but there are many more still, out there, that hear its enchanting song and who will follow it until their souls are free to the judgement of whom ever had set them upon the earth. The water was created to bring forth life, it can also take it away but most of all it can steel a persons soul. To be trapped for thousands of years by the sick, cursed waters of the Caribbean sea is my fate.
Does it sound, for a moment, that I should fear my fate? For I do not, I welcome it as my father welcomes it be fore me. The same waters that churn beneath his ship, will beneath mine. I have learned to listen and I have mastered the arts of our way. We are vengeful and sinful, this is why we loose our souls to the chant of the waves, but it is the adventure that called us forward. It is the risk we take, toward an end we know to well. Let the sirens take my body and Davy Jones my soul, for I will spend my lifetime at sea, weather I say I have chosen it or if it was written in the stars.
It is true to say that pirates are not the most well regarded on the rung of the ever rising ladder of social justice and it isn’t the noblest of occupations, however, we do see more adventures and distant lands than any of the stuck up royal navy men or the merchant sailors who remain loyal and honest, and yet this isn’t really something we have chosen to do. It may seem like it was a choice that we made, just as one might decide to be a blacksmith or a farmer, but really were did the idea come from? Who planted it in our minds? It had to be planted, that is for sure, for who would want what we get and for it to be planted, then it is meant and it is real. It was something planned and executed. It was the spark planted inside you by a higher, greater, force that no one can see or expect. It is like a plaque, a disease that sneaks up and takes over. And thus, like many before me, I felt the sea, I heard the wind and the waves. The moon taunted and called me to its tides and so, when it was time, I looked at my poverty, my lowly position and it was my time to walk my chosen path.
My transformation from peasant to pirate may have seemed like an easy task, leave the world you know for the one you are meant for. Just get out and find a ship and all with be well. Sadly it was not that easy, not in the least little bit. My lack of funding to purchase a vessel wasn’t my only worry. Even if I could have afforded a ship my gender was my biggest enemy, for it was dreadful bad luck to have a woman onboard your ship. And so I was a rather pitiful pirate in the beginning no ship, no crew and no one wanted me.
I say no one because, not only was I not wanted for a crew, but I was the b*****d child of a pirate that interrupted my mothers great dreams. From the very beginning I was not wanted. My mother was a simple bar maid, she had been since I can remember and since she could. She has aspirations to better herself. Her wages were small and yet she saved everything so that one day she could get out of Tortuga. That was all she wanted, if she could have left she would have found other work, hired herself out in another settlement. She wanted to be free from the grasp of the tavern that held her so tightly in Tortuga all her life. My mothers older brother, William, used to promise to return and take her away from the shores of Tortuga, to experience the rest of the world when he himself left. After some time of roaming, he found his path aboard the great pirate ships. Starting off down low in the crew and working his way up to being a trusted friend of one of the greatest captains who ever lived. At that time there were many great and feared pirates. Grand ships and even more fabulous adventured that called to him and he found himself right in the midst of it all. My uncle had planned to become a working merchant, but he became caught up in the wonder of the pirates life and thus he continued and believed in his fate.
Tortuga has always been a hot spot for the pirates and the misfortunate. It is a city without rules, that looked the other way and let people live the way they like. A Pirates Port it is called and rightfully so. It was a misfit town. Quite often my uncle would return to Tortuga with the crews he was sailing with. He always came back to check on my mother but always with an excuse not to taking her away from Tortuga. Not only would she bring bad luck to the crew, being a woman, but the travel and the hostilities between pirates and the navy was growing stronger and reaching a devastating high. Pirates were now hunted like animals and hung as examples. The ships, if they were not sunk, they were ransacked for survivors and those survivors were make examples of. There was no guarantee that my mother would get safely off the ship at any other port but Tortuga.
William would have done nothing to hurt his younger sister, at least not intentionally. It was on one of his visits in Tortuga that he introduced my mother to my father. The great captain, that my uncle was now sailing under, was very famous in the pirating circles. The legends of his narrow escapes, grand battles and fabulous treasure hunts spread far and wide. His Ship bore legends of its own and the risks her captain took to save her from a watery grave. These stories had captivated my mother and that was one of the biggest mistakes. The stories lit in her the imagination and adventure to experience piracy, but fate had different plans for her. Not only was she young and naive but she was taken in by him and his whole being. He was a mystery in his own right, in his eyes and all of his person. My own mother, who had lived all her life in Tortuga, wanting to leave, had fallen subject to the magic and mystery that is the moon and the sea. My father did return to Tortuga, to her and it was on one of these occasions that I was conceived but after he never returned. He left my mother and moved on abandoning us and ruining all of my mothers dreams.
When I was born I was hidden away, my mother was afraid of losing the only job she had ever had and now she believed it would be the only job she would ever be lucky enough to keep. By day she spent her time with me trying her hardest to keep me and giving me at the least what I needed to survive. By night she was away at the tavern with hopes that someday Captain Jack Sparrow would return. She had heard more legends of the great Sparrow but when my uncle would come back to Tortuga, Jack was never there and nothing was ever mention of him. The pirates of the Black Pearl were the most feared and the new stories of that crew terrified even those in Tortuga. My uncle was forced to sneak around, being associated with that crew, by night trying not to be seen. It was as though he fled from the moon and her ever prying eyes. He was the only other living person that I knew or came into contact with and he would spend hidden minutes with me on his visits in the bay. He seemed afraid for me, for it seemed had I been found, that the pirates would waste no time in extinguishing my life light, for legend had it that the pirates of the pearl felt nothing for human life and spent many hours and waking nights ransacking homes and families all through Tortuga and other settlements.
On one of my uncles last visits he remained very quiet, busying himself with a letter and a small metal medallion. By the light hours of the morning he was sneaking away from our small home. That was the last time anyone in Tortuga saw him. Word came threw Tortuga of the curse of the Black Pearl and what had happened to my uncle. Any remaining hopes that my mother carried with her were dashed out of her when word of her brothers death reached us and surprisingly enough with the bad news came news of Jack Sparrow that he was still alive. My mothers sorrow for her brother turned to hate for Sparrow very quickly. I lived most of my life feeling hate for the man but it grew knowing the feeling of hatred resided in my mother now as well.
As I grew my fate became apparent, it became no longer only about me but the feeling of revenge grew. My fate was to make Sparrow pay for the pain he had caused me and my mother, but it would not be easy.
The first steps on my path were very rocky to say the least. It was very hard to gain access to the ships. I had no knowledge about the workings of the ships, how to defend myself or what was custom among the pirates. All I had ever heard were the stories my uncle would tell of the adventures, the sword fights and the treasure. I learned quickly that it was bad luck to have a woman on board a ship and that it was useless to try and sneak on to a pirate vessel.
Finally I became acquainted with another, probably one of the only, female pirates to sail the Caribbean waters. Luck was with me on the day I had met her. She had just finished with another crew and was looking once again to find her own ship to sail. Piracy had been nearly completely wiped out by the time of the Black Pearl and news of its downfall came as a needed relief to the people of Tortuga. She took me under her wing and taught me everything that I would need to know to be out at sea. She taught me how to defend myself and slowly I rose threw the ranks of her crew to stand at her side.
She spoke greatly of the Black Pearl and the reclaiming of the ship by Captain Jack Sparrow. It was only then that I had told her my story and who my father was. As a reminder of my roots Anamaria initiated me into piracy with a naming tattoo. Much like my fathers the Sparrow flying into the water was permanently etched onto my upper arm. But, unlike my fathers, my guide is the moon which would appear behind my name sake.
The stories of the Black Pearl gave me the last proof I needed from a person that had experienced it first hand that my father was alive. I learned a lot about piracy and myself while I was aboard Anamaria’s ship and was soon well enough off to gain my own ship and to start off on my destine path. This is where my real story begins.

Turner’s Boots

The journey of a thousand miles is more difficult when you are leaving a life behind. William Turner, had in the beginning, left to be a sailor. The ocean and the wind called out to him and he listened to its call. All was well in his life at sea. He was accepted, befriended, and had found his place among the sea men. His pirating life was all that he had expected and wished for. But something changed like the shift of the wind or the changing of the tides. All the greed in the world enveloped the crew he sailed with, the moons deadly stair blinded them with the promise of greater things and as the night progress the deceit and the anger rose. The captain was over thrown, the crew took over the ship and by mornings light a gathering of deadly stares and gleaming weapons met the unfortunate captain. Barbossa had yelled out in a crazed happiness, “you’ve no where to run Jack. No place to hide.” as Jack Sparrow angrily dropped his weapon and surrendered to the crew. Cheers echoed against the still water, the sweet smell of morning and the distant rays of light forced there way with the crew bombarding the solemn shadow of the fallen sea king.
Jack Sparrow amidst his humiliation stared blankly at his weather ship as she herself was helpless to rescue her captain. The Pearl seemed to sigh with anguish as her guardian was bounded to the central mast. The taunting and teasing from his former crew sounded sharp and loud. The noise rose and rose as William sank further back, furthers away, becoming lost to the ship and the crew in his mind. He stood among them, moved along the motions with them and yet he was not there. Barbossa yelled again, “the treasure will be ours, Jack, no part of it will you touch and yet you will have the pleasure of seeing it all. All right before you,” he laughed in Jack’s face as the ship sailed along to the place Jack had imagined. Night fell again and things became calmer, William was ordered to watch over Jack. He was not moved into the bowls of the ship but left strung to her, like a part of her to bare witness to all that had happened and that would follow. The odd crew member would walk about the ship as the night went on, gaiety and excitement filled the bowels of the grand black ship and yet William could not feel it. Jack said to him, “Bootstrap, untie me” but William answered, “what good would it do Captain? There is no where to run to, and the two of us could not take on this crew alone. It is useless to even try.” he sank deeper and deeper into depressions as the night wore on.
Finally at day break Jack spoke to him again, “you would save your own life by leaving me here, you are worse than the lot of them,” and Jack did not speak again. Bootstrap whispered as he walked away, “it is the pirate code.” and he vowed that if ever he was to see Jack again he would not be able to look him in the eyes.
Two days had past with Jack Sparrow tied to the ship, he felt her rock and sigh with every passing hour as she lead him further to where he wished so greatly for, in the past, and now he dreaded this destination. The crew past him, they spat at him, tortured him with dull sword blades against his bare arms and cheeks. Blood soaked his clothing and hardened uncomfortable and still he did not speak.
On the third night, as the ship neared her destination, the sea was angry. The Pearl was shaken, tossed and beaten. The crew was helpless amidst the furry. They were flung about like dolls, the thunder screamed and the lighting struck down on the vessel. It was the worst storm Jack had ever seen. He stayed leashed to the mast of the ship, her sails were being cut and torn, her decks flooded, Jack could feel her anguish. Jack placed his bound hands against the soaking wood of the mast and whispered softly to the ship, “you’ll make it through this storm and one day I will be back to you, one day I will take you from his hands and bring you back to glory.” as he whispered Barbossa came to him though the rain and the wind. He hit him and yelled, his face was scared and paranoid, “how are you doing this?” he yelled, the helplessness and anger rising in his eyes, they glowed red as the lightning flashed, “you are making the sea do this. You would rather have your ship on the bottom of the ocean, she’ll not make it through this storm!” but Jack did not speak to him. He simply lowed his eyes to the deck and hung lifeless against the wind of the storm.
The sea and the storm became tired and gave up the fight against Barbossa and his crew. The sun beat back the clouds, in the early morning hours and the ship still stayed upward and sailing. Her sails were ragged but her body was whole and in her distance was the island the pirates searched for.
The dark black rocks of the mist soaked island was daunting and harsh. The crew scrambled around the deck freeing boats and lowing the anchors of the ship. Barbossa ordered the men to the boat and Turner was told to lead the boats to the shore, in his boat stood Barbossa, proud and tall ready to take what Jack had desired and searched for.
Jack was left in the hot sun alone on the ship and helpless to take her. He struggled against the ropes but could not free himself before the crew came joyfully back to the ship. There boats floating low in the water, weighed down by the treasure. Barbossa boarded the ship again followed by Turner who carried in his arms dozens of gold coins. They stopped in front of Jack, “drop them!” Barbossa said to Bootstrap. Looking up at Jack he laughed and said, “take them Jack!”he mocked, but Jack did not look up. His clothing flew in the breeze but his body hung lifeless, “clean it up, take it below!” he ordered to Bootstrap and walked away.
Turner knelt down on the deck and gathered the gold, “I didn’t want to take it Jack,” he said and rushed away with the forbidden treasure.
On that same day, the ship again left the island and headed on its way again. Jack was mocked longer and worse than before. The crew swarmed him, cut and beat him. Blood ran from his face and hands, his body was week and sore. His ropes became looser as the beating ensued and even his beloved ship could no longer hold him up.
Finally in the sights of the ship a small island covered only with a few trees and silver white beaches could be seen. The whole island from end to end was visible and very small. A tall strong pirate came to Jack followed by Barbossa. In his hands he carried a compass that Jack had found that led the ship to the treasure, and in the other a pistol and Jack’s sword. He handed them to Barbossa and hoisted Jack into a standing upright position. Barbossa spoke, “well Jack, it all comes down to this,” and he held out the tools to the broken and bloody legend, “a compass that we no longer need,” he tucked it into a loose bit of Jacks clothing, “the sword that belongs to you,” he tied the sword to Jack’s belt, “and this” he said holding up the pistol. As he said this the crew member tired Jacks hands together with a bright red piece of cloth and made him walk along the ship where now the crew had gathered. “Jack, we are about to crown you King.” Barbossa laughed, “king of that island. With that island I give you this Pistol,” and he fired the pistol at Jack’s left knee. Blood flowed bright and red down his leg and onto his ship. The pistol was reloaded and tucked into his belt as well. “Let this all to be a reminder of who is the legend. If the sharks don’t get you on your swim to shore at least you can shoot yourself when you get there,” Barbossa whispered into Jack’s ear and he was thrown in the ocean.
Months at sea followed the drop of the Sparrow. The crew boasted to each other, they felt empowered and yet they ignored all the signs. The story was replayed and embellished for each other. The mutiny and the abandonment of Jack was all they talked of, how great and powerful they were, but with each passing day Bootstrap became more bothered and more angry about it all.
When the ship did land once again in Tortuga, the land and the people were a buzz with the story. Fear stuck the people, they hid from the pirates, all but those of the taverns and pubs. William slunk around hiding from sight, trying not to be associated with the evil that he was trapped by. He himself was ashamed of what he had done and would not take or spend any of the gold from the chest. He had in his possession but one single piece and that piece he knew would be the downfall of Barbossa. He could feel it in him and could not ignore the signs of what was to come and so he took what he had and he sent it away to a woman he had fallen in love with. In a letter he wrote strict rules of what was to be done with the gold. The gold was to be given to his son of seven year of age. The child was to be told that his father had been given the gold on his voyages and that it was a symbol of his fathers life. The mother was to embellish the story and in all ways keep her son from finding the truth.
The black pearl did not stay long in the Tortuga harbor, soon enough the crew was back on its way. Out at sea the pirates were even more pleased with the way they were receive in Tortuga, fear set into the peoples hearts. They were legendary and would be talked about and feared for years to come. But this all became to much for William. The sounds of their stories echoed in his ears. His mind was no longer clear. The moon accused him, the sun tortured him and the sea screamed at him. The crew laughed and celebrated and to Turner it was like mocking. He cried out one day in anguish and fear. He accused and scolded all those who took part. He screamed about the curse and hoped that the curse would drive them to insanity. He rambled and boasted that Jack would return, he would come and defeat them with the devil at his left and the gods of all the world as his right. His screaming and accusations became to much for Barbossa. Nothing would calm Bootstrap and in his eyes the fire burned like that of the eyes of the dead. Barbossa ordered that Turner be silenced. The crew came at him from all angles they hit, striking at his head and feet as he screamed at them about their end. Blood rushed from his hand, his feet, every part of his body. His eyes were swollen shut and still he screamed. Screamed long into the night, a surreal and un natural force keeping him from blacking out. His body was broken, his libs hung loose in unnatural directions and he still he screamed, “cursed, you are cursed, forever and always till the end of your natural life cursed and beyond the grave!!!”.
Finally the screaming became to much, Barbossa cried out, “the devil is with him, he will scream all the way to the depths and that is where he will stay!”
A cannon was wheeled to the edge of the ship and ropes were bound around the cannon and all around his boots. His arms hung limp and lifeless but he screamed, “the sea will eat you alive, the curse will punish you, the moon with scorch you with her eyes!” the cannon was pushed off the edge of the ship and Bootstrap Bill flew along with it. The cannon hit the water and Bill screamed out his last to the ship, to Barbossa he cried out, “Barbossa you will see your end by Jack Sparrows hand!” The sound of his voice echoed through the dark night as the crew stood silently. Barbossa turned and walked off to his cabin, not a word was spoken among the crew for two full days.
Turner sunk on down into the darkness of the ocean. He mind was clearing as he watched the water rush around him. The weight on his feet was agonizing his armed reached upward to the surface, he could not control them. The pressure of the water began to press in around him. His body was in agony, his ears popped with the pressure. It was more torture then he had ever felt in his life. He wished for death to come and save him but it did not. He tried to hold his breath but it became to much and he released it believing that he would die in seconds in the ocean. But the cannon hit the ocean floor and he could feel himself laying, on his back, on the soft muddy bottom. Blackness was above him and all around him and yet he was not dead. The pain in his arms and legs was excruciating and he was not dying. He laid for day, weeks, months on that ocean floor. The pressure of the water felt like it would burst through his skin and ever organ in his body would erupt at the pressure. But none of it happened. The pain eventually left, his arms and legs would function again and soon he was able to work at the ropes on his legs. He freed himself from the cannon, his boots remaining in the ropes as he sat by himself on the ocean floor. More time passed and he realized just what had happened. The cursed treasure, the spoken curse of Cortéz was real. And he, because he had taken the gold would also remain cursed until it was lifted. He stood on his two feet alone at the bottom of the world. He looked in all directions and could see nothing in any. He could not see the light above him, nor any signs that would lead him and yet he began to walk. He walked along the ocean floor for a great long time, crying out at the top of his lung for Davy Jones, to take him and kill him and end his misery.
One night, in the midst of all the blackness, Bootstrap felt the earth beneath his feet give way and he was lifted up, fast through the water, until his face broke the surface and he could see where he was standing. The moon shone on him, bright and condemning. His flesh had melted away, his bones were black and warn by the water and the darkness. Hardly a scrap of what he once was, was left. His eyes were in such pain by the change in light that it took a great long time for them to focus on anything but the terrible sight of his own body. He had become a monster of the deep, just as the rest of the crew had done and for a moment he believed himself worthy of such a fate.
As strange as it all was, he stood on the deck of a ship. Beasts that the imagination could not contrive circled him and soon a man whose face was more horrid then anything he had ever seen, stood before him. He was in the presence of what he had become and the legends of the sea had stolen his soul.
“You cannot die,” the sick creature said to him but he couldn’t answered, “you know who I am,” it asked and he nodded, “you wish to trade one curse for the other don’t you,” the man laughed and the crew laughed with him.
Bill did not know what to say, he was standing on the deck of the Flying Dutchman and before him stood Davy Jones, the legend, as wicked and as fearful as any of the stories could have mentioned, but it was what he had wanted. He had spent long hours on the ocean floor crying out for someone to save him, but now he believe that he was doomed to far worse then the darkness and the solitude of the bottom of the ocean.
“I can, you know lift the curse and let you die,” Davy Jones said with a laughed, “is it not what you deserve for what you have done to Jack Sparrow. You are a beast, a creature of the sea. You are filth and, I dare say, exactly what I would wish for as a member of my crew. Swear to me one hundred years of service to my cause and you will no longer be cursed by Cortéz. At the end of your service, you may go.” he said and the crew laughed evilly.
Bill knew he didn’t deserved death, he wished for death and yet he feared it beyond anything, for his treachery was worse then hell could imagine. He agreed to Jones’ terms immediately without any more thought. A great wicked laughter rose from the men of the crew and Jones himself.
“Then we are in agreement,” Jones said as he reached out for Bill hands, “one hundred years as a crew hand aboard the Flying Dutchman!” and as fast as the moon had shown him his curse it was lifted and he was thrown into another.
The Flying Dutchman sank back into the depth of the ocean, but this time Bill did not feel it, he knew that he was apart of something he could never break away from. He sank further into his misery and tried to put from his mind all of the things he had gambled with. He believed that he would never again see the ones he loved or know really what the freedom of the sea was.
Bootstrap watched as the curse of Jones came over him. He had pledged his soul to a greater demon and soon he could see the affects of it on himself. He was becoming part of the ship and her legend. It was obvious that when his one hundred years was over he would no longer serve the ship, he would be the ship and would be bound to Davy Jones forever.
His depression soon turned to obedience and hopelessness. He worked as hard a he would have for Jack but will not future. It soon became nothing but routine. He would work, he would watch and listen to the crew. He would rest and drink and watch the waves roll by the ship. He saw the destruction of Jones pleasure and smelled the terrible stench of the beasts of the deep, with no hope of anything but the darkness of his watery prison.
Years passed like minutes and soon Bill no longer kept count but the day did come when Jones was forced to take aboard old members of the cursed crew of the Black Pearl. It was on this day that Bill learned that his predictions had been true. When they recognized Bill, in the crew of Davy Jones, they could not be forced to look at him but only whispered to one another, “he was really mad, set out to trick us by Davy Jones,” they would say. Bill laughed as the new crew members complained and cursed Jack for what he had accomplished but there had been a great change in Davy Jones’ mood. He seemed almost ecstatic that Jack had regained the Pearl.
It was only nights later, that Jones came to Bootstrap laughing and a sense of dread fell over Bill. “You sailor, I need you for a little excursion,” Jones laughed as he pulled Bill toward the deck of the Flying Dutchmen, “you know that your Captain is pleased do you not,” Jones asked. Bill only nodded in reply. Jones stopped him and looked at him, it hadn’t been such a long time, only about eight years that Bill had been a member of his crew and already the Dutchman was taking him over. “You belong to me now, Bootstrap Bill, and so I am sending you to deliver a message,” Jones hissed as his tentacles reached out to Bills face, “I need you to go aboard the Black Pearl and tell Jack Sparrow that his times up. I want his soul,” Jones said and with one arm his launched Bill over the edge of the ship.
It was not hard to find the Pearl, as it had long ago been marked by Jones. He could feel it and so could all of the pirates that crewed his ship. It was because of the Pearls past, or as the pirates so affectionately called it, its beginning that they were so connected with that ship and her Captain.
Jack Sparrow, was the first Captain that Bill had ever sailed with. He had started out an honest man and only ended up thrown in the path of dishonesty. Jack was never honest and was always ready to turn to his freedom, but in the beginning, he was the Captain of the Wicked Wench. He had offered Bill as place in his crew as he worked for the East India Trading company. It wasn’t long before Jack was found out and his treason to the crown was made clear. He was marked a pirate and his ship, the Wench, was sent to meet Davy Jones.
This was Jack’s defining moment as a great pirate captain. His name had become know through the piracy circles but never had anyone dared to do what he had planned. He sought out the legendary Davy Jones with the intent of bargaining with him. He begged Davy Jones to bring him back his ship, to raise her back to glory. The man never showed any fear for the sea or what she kept as her treasures, or her demons and he set off at once in search of Davy Jones.
With a deal made and his soul as payment, Jones raised the Wench from her watery grave and in the process made Jack a captain again by their bargain. The ship was re christened the Black Pearl and Bootstrap Bill Turner as well as an old blighter know as Barbossa were the first to join Jack’s crew.
Sadly now it was Jack’s turn to pay his debts to Jones. The promise of thirteen years as the Pearls Captain had come and gone. Bill waited in the sub levels of the Black Pearl for the moment that Jack would arrived and he wasn’t long in his waiting, when his former captain did appear. Bill had determined that he would not look Jack in the eyes as he was not worthy to even address a man so great. He told him what was to happen but he could not help his emotions. What was left of his heart was broken by the news that his son was grown and a pirate. Once again he had betrayed the ones he regarded as the most important to him.
The battle between Jack and Jones raged on and Bill was thrown into the acquaintance of his son, under the most unfortunate circumstances. He knew what Jack had done and still he believed himself to be to blame. Jack was paying him back for the terrible betrayal he had done him and it was at that moment that he vowed to never do anything as foolish again. He was defiant to Jones in every way he could, as it was impossible for him to convince himself that his son would ever forgive him. He had seen what abandonment had done with his poor sister and believe that every living soul had a terrible side, to keep grudges and never forgive. It was his son who changed his mind and vowed to save his father.
Bill for the first time since betraying Jack had hope, he hoped that someday he would be a free man and he believed that one day Jack would be the one to have the greatest legend of all, that which defeated Davy Jones. It was only to his horror, that he witness Jack’s final downfall.
The great Jack Sparrow, was no match for Jones’ demon, from the depths, and as he watched his son escape the wrath of the Kraken, he was horrified to see Jack face the beast and the Black Pearl returned to her watery grave.
Davy Jones laughed rang out over the calming waters as Jack and his ship disappeared into the blackness of the ocean, “his debt is repaid,” he laughed into Bill’s face and set the crew back to their duties.
Bill once again had lost hope, though he had seen he son alive, the sinking of the greatest ship that ever sailed the seven seas was like losing all that was right, and just in the world to evil and he knew he had been a part of it.
It was a great surprise for Bill, the day that the Pearl was brought back to life, and though the battle was great between Jones, Jack and Barbossa his soul was saved. The heart of the greatest beast of the ocean was pierced by his own dagger and by the hand of his son, and though much had happened, he watched as the Black Pearl, with Jack, his Son and the Beautiful Elizabeth sailed away.
Bill soon felt everything returning to him. Jones had returned to the see, powerless to summon his creature and at a loss of his crew and his ship, but he vowed revenge against anyone who sailed with Jack Sparrow. The Flying Dutchmen, a wreck of rotten wood and little else drifted to the ocean floor, but Bill’s body stayed on the surface. He remembered very little of what else had happened to him on that day, but his body did wash a shore.
Even though they did not know that he had survived the battle and that he had been stranded once more, this time one land, he did not feel that he could be any happier. His flesh was whole, his mind was clear and his soul had been saved from all of the curses but that of the sea. He could still hear her song and feel her touch as the salt water washed against the deserted shore. He was happy for the first time since he had joined in the ranks of the pirating world.
Not long after the battle at sea, a ship spotted Bill’s fire on the island that was now his prison and Bill was returned to civilization. So much had changed since the days of his first setting sail and he learned of new pirates, of greater grudges against Jack and his ship and even of his legendary son. He returned to London with the determination that one day he would see Will, and know his son again.
It took him quite some time to re learn the ways of the world. It had been so long since he had set foot among the civilized man but he worked hard at the docks in London and slept well at night, hope flooding his dreams and his body tired from honest work. He knew he would have to work his way back through the ranks of the crews before he could ever set out again to fine Will but he was determined that he would.
One evening, after a great stormy day, Bill could not resist a visit to a small, sea side, tavern. He walked in alone, ordered rum at the bar and sat himself down in a dark, dusty, corner and listened. He had learned this trait well and listened to more then just the chatter of the drunks in the bar. He could hear the storm changing, the whispers of the Wenches and the secrets of the men who were dishonest.
His solitude was soon interrupted by an old, crippled man.
“You look familiar son, what be y’name?” the old man asked as he sat down, without invitation, at Bill’s table.
“My name is of no concern,” Bill said turning his eyes away from the old mans face.
“It doesn’t matter if y’don’t watta tell me, I believe I know it all the same, mate,” the man laughed and banging his cane on the floor. A bar maid brought two more drinks to the table.
“What do you want?” Bill asked as the wench had left.
“Ah, I want nothing but a good story of the sea, but I believe you want something more,” the man said, “I’ve never seen the likes of ya in this place.”
“This is my first visit,” Bill sighed, he was not easily going to be rid of the old man.
“Aye, but you’ve been quite some weeks in London,” the old mans words caught Bill of guard, “this is no place for a pirate lad, you best not remain in this place long.”
“What makes you think I am a pirate,” Bill asked his voice shaking a little as some of others turned to stare at him.
“Ah, you don’t know what I know, you can’t read what I read,” the old man laughed and hit at a mans chair to stop his staring at Bill, “I can read the sea in your face, lad. The curses you’ve felt are many and they have not yet left your eyes,” the old man whispered, “but, Bill Turner, you do not belong in London.”
“How do you know who I am?” Bill whispered fearfully.
“I know all about the sea,” the man laughed wickedly, “and I know that William Turner Junior, is no where near a London Port.”
“Where is he?” Bill asked as a hope, like fire, burned inside him.
“He has been admitted back into Port Royal,” the old man whispered.
“But you said he was not in an English Port.”
“I said not in a London Port but his fife has drawn him to a beautiful creature who’s father is governor.” the old man replied.
“Elizabeth,” Bill whispered turning away in through.
“Aye, ye’v heard of the great Pirate Swann,” the man laughed, “you find her, you’ll find William.”
“And you are sure it is Port Royal?”
“Aye, but not for long, for another pirate is seeking them soon,” the man whispered, “you’ve got very little time, a ship leaves tonight for that Port.”
“Port Royal,” Bill whispered again.
“Aye, Port Royal,” the old man whispered.
Before Bill could turn back to thank the man, he was gone. Disappeared from sight completely. He wasted no time, to rush out of the tavern and into the street, but still he did not spot the old man.
He had but one thing left to do, join that ship and sail to Port Royal.

Pub Night

Jack found himself wondering the streets of Tortuga till the sun had set, casting ghostly shadows around the once familiar streets. His ship was being well tended by the docks men and his crew was happy with their families and yet he had nothing in the world but the sea. He remembered the times when his life had purpose but at this time, when the moon was high, over looking Tortuga, and his ship was freed from the terrible curses, he remained with nothing to place his name to. He had treasures stashed and safe, survived swords and guns of so many kinds, even beasts of the ocean were no match for him, but he didn’t have a life aside from his own. He grew tired of some of the old stories of his adventures but he never dreamed of not being out at sea and yet he longed for something. Perhaps it was just the need for another adventure or perhaps it was just the need to have someone listen to his stories, to see the excitement in their eyes and know that he was more than just a pirate. He longed to have some one waiting for him in some place, be it Tortuga or any other port but he was now left to wander alone through the remainder of his life. He walked slowly down the darkening streets as the night life of Tortuga began to show itself. This city was at its most spectacular when it was dark, once the sun had set and the stars opened their eyes, but it was not calling to Jack as some other deep feeling called out to him.
Jack found Gibbs waiting before a familiar pub and reluctantly went in to drown away his thoughts with his old friend.
“So Jack what has ye to tell me of this last great adventure,” Gibbs asked as drinks were placed in front of them by a very buxom woman.
“What would you like to know?” Jack asked unmoved by his last voyage.
“Jack there has to be something, you’ve been gone for two years,” Gibbs said with a sigh, “what new troubles, curses, lands did you find?”
“Nothing new,” Jack stated, “the sea was calmer than I had ever sailed and it just kept carrying the pearl with her. Lands that I had visited before have changed greatly and yet others have stayed the same. We did find some splendid fights and the Pearl held herself as she always did in the great battles at sea, but it is odd that I am not as excited as I once would have been by these events. I have lost the spark that lit my life and I feel like I am lost withing a great vast emptiness.” he said sadly taking a drink of his rum, “even this rum doesn’t have the sweetness that it once did.”
“Ye be cursed like Barbossa,” Gibbs laughed, “did you go back to that island Jack?”
“I have been back, with Will, but nothing has been disturbed,” he answered, “we did make sure that it was well hidden and that the passage into the caves were sealed.”
“Ah that is probably one of the wisest things you’ve done,” Gibbs smiled, “but why is the great Captain Jack so melancholy?”
“I am not sure Gibbs,” Jack sighed, “during the day I am fine, the sea stretches for miles, the salt air is sweet and warm but when the night comes and the moon is with us I feel like meaning is lacking in all that I do. And as I have come back here I feel like there is nothing left in Tortuga for me. My men have their wives, their families and their friends and what have I? Nothing, I have nothing to my name but my name itself. I have no one to wake up beside me, to wait for my return and to worry for my safety. I am getting old and though I have many great things there is no one in this world to share them with, spiritually or humbly.”
“I’ll be the son of a witch, since when has Jack Sparrow ever felt the need to be monogamous with one person,” Gibbs laughed, “he longs for a blood line.”
“I suppose I do,” Jack sighed.
“Ah,” Gibbs chuckled, “well I’m sure we could find you a nice wench around these parts. She’ll make ye feel loved if not for one night.”
Jack sighed again, “why is it that even that makes me feel unhappy?”
“Something’s really be wrong with you Jack,” Gibbs frowned, “I’ve never heard you talk like that. Its like you lots the pearl all over again.”
Jack became silent as he pondered his life and all that he had done. Really what was it to anyone but himself. The adventures were just stories to others. His legacy was nothing with no one to carry it on. He though long and hard about his friend Bootstrap, who at least had a son to carry on his name. Jack stared blankly into the bottom of his glass, hardly lifting his eyes he spoke again, “what stories does Tortuga have to tell?”
“Ah, the city be always changin’ as does the pirates life it seems. Anamaria has started a trend of women pirates and they bring back bigger and better stories than most of the others. Why your daughter Destiny just left Tortuga in a grand ship, no one has ever seen the likes of before. She’d give the pearl a run for her money,” Gibbs stated proudly and was about to continue when he noticed Jacks stare, “what is it Jack, you look as if you’ve seen a ghost.”
“Who is this Destiny you speak of?” he asked believing his ears to have just played a trick on him.
“Jack you’ve really lost your mind,” Gibbs laugh, “don’t tell me you don’t know your own child, all of Tortuga knows of her and has for a very long time. She’s a spittin’ image of you, well in a female kind of way.”
“I don’t have a daughter,” Jack stated eyes stern and fixed on Gibbs, “I don’t have a wife and so I would not have a daughter or a son or anyone to my namesake.”
“Ay, you do,” he stated, “names Destiny, she’s well into her twentieth year now. She set sail the night before last night to the changing tide with her mother.”
“Her mother?” Jack asked looking more confused.
“Ay, a bar woman,” Gibbs said, “been around forever, that Turner lass.”
“Turner?” Jack gasped.
“Ay, she’s finally on her way to Port Royal as she had always wanted to go,” Gibbs answered, “why do you look so surprised Jack?”
“The house the woman you speak of is condemned, I was by there this evening,” Jack said ordering another drink, “this can’t be true.”
“Can’t it?” Gibbs laughed, “don’t believe me ask Anamaria herself,” he added as he waved a woman to their table.
“Captain Jack Sparrow,” Anamaria smiled, “back in Tortuga. I’m surprised I caught you. I set sail tonight.”
“What is it with you women and leavin’ at night,” Gibbs asked.
“Its safer to travel in the dark,” Anamaria rolled her eyes, “and the moon is our guide or so the legends say.”
“Who is Destiny?” Jack asked.
“You mean Captain Sparrow?” Anamaria answered.
“I am Captain Sparrow, who is Destiny,” he asked forcefully.
“She’s the b*****d daughter of a pirate,”the woman said staring at Jack calmly, “a great pirate and noble sailor but she’s got a deep hatred for you.”
“Why?” Jack asked, “I don’t even know who she is!”
“That’s why she hates you so much,” Anamaria stated, “you were always to busy with your ship or Davy Jones or Barbossa to even know that you had a daughter and yet she grew up and the first place she longed to be was out at sea. Her mother tried so hard to keep her form its waters but the moon pulled her farther with the tides and as the change of the moon occurred so did that of the Sparrow child. She grew up, she did, without a father to fix her on the proper path of woman hood and yet she managed to follow in your footsteps. She is, as you were, in your youth handsome in her beauty and dangerous in her action. People tried to tell her of the great Captain Jack Sparrow but she only became more furious with age, that everyone would know and see her father but she never did. I warn you, Jack Sparrow, do not go looking for your daughter for she will have no problem keeping a promise she has made to the moon.”
“And what might that be?” Jack asked as he stood up from the table.
“To venge her mother and her uncle,” Anamaria smiled.
“And what might that entitle?” Jack asked feeling annoyed.
“Lets just say, you don’t want to cross blades with yourself,” Anamaria said as she left the pub.
“Where did she say the girl was sailing too?” Jack asked looking at Gibbs more strongly.
“Port Royal, but why?” Gibbs asked, “the girl does have a great lust for revenge you aren’t going to go looking for her are you?”
“If she really is my daughter and the pirate that Anamaria says she is I must at least see this for myself. You know how I feel about women at sea and by the moon and the sun I will not see a daughter of mine captaining a ship. There is only room for one Sparrow at sea,” Jack was becoming angry.
“Jack there is no stopping Destiny, she’s one of the most celebrated Pirates of this day. You should hear the stories of her adventures and now that she has become the Captain of her own ship that was constructed, truly in the image of that girl, you would be a fool to try and go after her,” Gibbs said, “face it you are not what you once were and she is your daughter. Let you legacy move on to her.”
“Never will a woman take the place as Captain Sparrow on the ocean!” he yelled hammering his fist down on the table.
“Jack you have no choice she already is,” Gibbs stated, “to stop her you would have to kill her.”
Jack stopped, anger and sadness filling his face. He didn’t know what to do. One minute he was alone in the world without a soul to link his name to and then the next minute he had a daughter that was a pirate, and a great one at that, with the life and the passion for the sea that he once had. But the fact remained he didn’t know her and she did not know him in the lease. Had he known that she was in this world he would have sought her out to know the truth about her father, to bring to her the stories and the life that she deserved. He would have saved her mother from the shores of Tortuga as he had once promised the woman and only neglected her. Oh how he was feeling sorry for what he had done. It was true all that had mattered in the life of this pirate was his adventures and his greed and now he had a daughter, something he now longed for to carry on in his likeness and to live out a better life than he had and she wanted to kill him. A woman pirate, baring his name and that had become a rising star in the pirating world. How could he have let this curse fall upon this child, and yet he realised it was in his blood, the salt water of the sea flowed through his vanes.
“Tell me then, why she is so great?” Jack asked as he sat down again, “what legend has she?”
“Well, there are many, but I suppose her greatest adventure is yet to come. You must know, Jack, that this woman had wanted to be a pirate for a very long time. She had been to see, aboard many ships, pretending to be a man and yet she was able to condemn most of those men to terrible fates. I dare say she is viewed and feared so greatly because no one knows really anything about her, only that she is a Sparrow. The greatest legend about her is that she is the child of a siren, that the woman tricked you long ago by her song and of the union was born a child to change the way piracy is viewed,” Gibbs said loud enough to bring attention to himself.
Soon more people in the pub were joining in.
“I’ve heard that Destiny took down the captain of a Navy ship, simply by batting her eyes, and then she slit his throat, laid him in his bed, stole everything of value from the captains quarters and fled the ship again before any of the guards knew,” a man at the bar stated staring over at Jack.
Jack rolled his eyes.
“I sailed once, with Anamaria and Destiny,” said another man, “and I swear by my own eyes that I witnessed Destiny take on an entire crew of a smaller pirate vessel with only her sword and a pistol. She ransacked the ship, shot the captain with a single shot and once they had retrieve all of the good that the ship carried, Destiny blew it up with its own cannons. Simply saying, ‘this is not the ship for me, I’ve got my heart set on something much grander’”
“It is said now, that she is heading off in search of another treasure, a treasure that is rightfully hers,” the bar keeper stated, “only the sirens will tell her where it is!” he laughed.
“This is all absolute rubbish,” Jack hissed as he turned back to Gibbs.
“Is it, Jack, is it really?” Gibs asked, “think for a moment of the things you have seen, and that you have done, sea turtles, the Kraken, and even death could not stop you. How could the adventures of Captain Destiny Sparrow be any different?”
“Don’t call her that!” Jack said more forcefully then he had intended, “she’s not a Sparrow as far as I am concerned. Nor will she ever take my place as Captain Sparrow in these waters!” he said and angrily stood.
He walked angrily from the pub and out into the busy streets. Gibbs struggle to keep up but followed as closely as he could down to the dock where the Black Pearl rested. Jack stopped on the beach and looked out at the giant full moon that was high in the sky. He pulled a long white feather out of his coat and held it up to his eyes. He let go and watched it float slowly to the ground.
“Jack,” Gibbs broke the silence, “what are you planning?”
“I have to meet this girl who claims to be my daughter and a pirate,” he said.
“Are you sure you must risk it?”
“Ay, I need to see for my self what I have been told of this legendary Sparrow.”
“She’s got at least a day ahead of you on her journey to Port Royal,” Gibbs stated looking at the moon, “the tide has been with her the whole time and she sails in a brand new ship built for speed. Dare I say she could match the Black Pearl and is younger and more agile.”
“Nothing can match the Pearl,” Jack said boldly, “she may be strong but she does not have the age and the wisdom that my loyal ship possess!”
“The Pearl is old and the Moon is new, the young ship will be hard to catch,” Gibbs said as he turned and walked away from Jack.
Jack bent over an grabbed the feather up off he beach. He tucked it back into his jacket and walked slowly along the dock. He stopped only to wake one of his crew members who had dozed off, “ready the ship, call upon the crew in the morning. We leave for Port Royal by noon,” he said to the man.
“Ay, Captain,” the man answered.

Sparrow’s Flight
The carriage moved quickly through the streets of Port Royal and in through the gates of the fort itself. It was, indeed, turning out to be a beautiful day. The Flora and Fauna of Port Royal was much different from that of Tortuga. Destiny loved the adventures of new places, though she would never admit that the magic of the earth and all her splendour did entrance the young woman captain. Though she had been many places, aboard Anamaria’s ship, she had never set foot on the lands of Port Royal. This new place excited in her a sense of the unknown and danger, for it was known that pirates were not received well on the land of the king.
The sun was high in the sky, as the carriage bounced along the stone and dirt road. Destiny watched meticulously as they passed guards and sailors all around the fort, looking for the loop holes and the secrets only a pirate would find. Destiny, although she was new to the captaining role she had now taken on, had been able to see so many of the British settlements and voyage to quite a few places, under the British reign, to know that everything was always run the same. The gallows were in the same places, they were guarded by the same kinds of men and houses the same kinds of prisoners. She laughed a little to herself as she observed the over pompous guards who had no ideas that I pirate could sneak in and out, before their very eyes but they would never know it.
They past a large grand house, that looked to be brand new. The sent of paint mixed with the beautiful smell of the salty sea air. The palm trees swayed in the breeze as gardeners works at the new landscaping around the newly constructed house. Destiny knew, from the looks of the place, that the house would be that of the young mistress of Port Royal. The house was solidly build, or so it seemed, and it was absolutely predictable of a girl with a proper raising. However, it did seem a bit to close to the sea, and if overlooked the rocky cliffs of the waters edge. The yard was big, and the gardens looked out of place for the Caribbean. The flowers were not indigenous to the aria but were mixed in with the trees and shrubbery that thrived in the hot climate. Coloured birds and insects of all kinds flew about the trees and the flowers for a days meal as the carriage moved steadily onward.
Finally, the carriage stopped outside a stately looked home. One that was of obvious British colonial design. Outside, draped from a balcony a large union jack floated in the sea breeze, the brilliant reds and blues mimicking the sea and the sun. It was a lovely house. A white washed exterior sported lovely hanging baskets of flowers and newly planted gardens. House keeping staff, clearly noticeable from their white aprons and common clothing, walked the length of the front terrace that stretched all around the front and sides of the house. Windows with beautiful white curtains remained open and fluttered in the breeze. It looked to be a comfortable house. The perfect place, Destiny thought, for her mother to grow old in. A safe and prosperous location. She would have all the comforts that she would have never seen in Tortuga and a protection against most dangers that may come to pass.
Once the Carriage had come to a complete stop at the front steps to the house, a footman came to the door, opened it was one quick motion and reached out a hand to the ladies that were inside. Governor Swann, smiled as the daintily dressed foot of Lady Marianne emerged and landed softly on the step of the carriage. Her dress billowed in the wind as she stepped finally onto the solid ground before the Governors mansion. Constance soon followed and the luggage was taken down and moved off by more workers.
“Bring the Ms. Constance’s things to her new apartment,”the governor said to a man at the door and offered and arm to Destiny to lead her into the great white house.
Destiny smiled and accepted with a slight blush as she walked with him into his home. Her mother followed close behind watching carefully as the men took her things and quickly disappeared into the halls of the house.
The floors shone clean and new. New paint smell was still lingering within the house. Gold fixtures gleamed in the bright sunlight and large painting hung on the walls. Within the grand hall, entrance of the house a large, compass like table sat in the middle of the floor, beneath a large crystal embellished chandelier. On the table rested a grand arrangement of flowers, fragrant and bright against the white of the walls. Destiny leaned in to smell one of the flowers as the Governor watched content and pleased to see this young woman, of great stature, admiring his home.
“My good sir, your home is very beautiful. From the outside it looks old, stately and well weathered to the Caribbean climate, but the inside is so new and though it is filled with the beautiful sweet smell of the sea, my nose is tickled by the smell of new paint and wood polish. Am I right to assume that you have been renovating?” Destiny asked as politely as she could muster to start a civilised conversation with the old Governor of Port Royal.
“You are correct in assuming so, my dear,” he smiled and lead them through its halls, “but it is not by choice. I myself am getting old and I do not like change but, after a great attack on Port Royal I was forced to take on the project of re-establishing my comfort by renovating after the destruction.”
“An attack?” Constance asked feeling a sense of great fear creep through her body. Not in a place like Port Royal did she think she would need to worry as she did in Tortuga.
“Yes, by a pirate, but no worries my dear lady, no one in my household was injured and our fleet has been on the lookout for this so called Captain Jack,” Governor Swann said matter of factly even though it was a bold faced lie. People were killed within the house and his daughter taken. But it was an improper thing to speak of and he had probably, by now, convinced himself that it was all well and good, that none of the bad had ever really happened. He smiled back at the seemingly unbelieving, woman as he continued on through the halls and out onto the great balcony.
Destiny’s composure betrayed her at the mention of her father. Her face went white as a ghost and anger began to rise in her eyes. Governor Swann looks strangely at her.
“Have I said something to offend you, Madame?” he asked as he stopped and turned to face Destiny.
“Oh no Sir, I was just caught by sadness and anger. I too have seen the aftermath of an attack by Captain Sparrow, he seems very legendary indeed and yet he must be punished for his crimes. It saddens me greatly to hear of such terrible things befalling such a beautiful places as Port Royal,” She smiled as she sun caught her gold hair that hung looser and looser in the breeze. Her eyes were as blue as the ocean in the distance and her manner was that of a true lady. Governor Swann was enchanted by her.
“My dear lady, dare I say that you posses the spirit of the sea in yourself,” He smiled and kissed her hands, “only someone as fair and as pure hearted as you would feel for the land and sea as deeply as I see in your eyes.”
Destiny blushed as her mother smiled behind the Governor, “sir, I do not deserves such flattery,” she giggled a little, “I have just seen many of the poverty stricken places on my journeys with my husband. I have been through the places, behind an attack by Jack Sparrow. I have heard of his stories and I have felt for his victims. It saddens me that one man can be so celebrated by some people for the terrible things that he has done to the pour and the innocent.”
“Ah, indeed the heart of a saint, my dear,” Governor Swann smiled again, “but alas, I suppose it wasn’t all Jack. Other more evil pirates have placed attacks on this beautiful land. Jack did do much to help it. I would be lying if I said I wasn’t somewhat indebted to the man.”
“How is that possible if he attacked Port Royal?” Destiny asked her eyes growing wider and wider.
“Well, it was more of a upheaval than an attack by Jack. The real damage was done by one Captain Barbossa,” Governor Swann stated changing his previous story as if it were yesterdays stockings.
“Barbossa you say?” Destiny asked feeling intrigued.
“Yes, he took my daughter and her Fiancé and Jack left to save her. When they returned Jack was to be put to death for his crimes but that was yet another one of Jack brilliant escapes,” The Governor sighed as they strolled along.
Destiny remained quiet for a moment as they walked along the terrace in the bright Caribbean sunlight. She had heard many stories about her father and although she loathed him for what he had done, she admired his bravery and stupidity. Who else in their right mind would try and escape at a public execution? She most certainly would, not to gain her own safety but for the thrill of it all. She couldn’t help but admire the man.
“You’ve disappeared again Madame,” Governor Swann laughed as he noticed Destiny staring off into the distance.
“I am terribly sorry sir,” She said trying to recover from her thoughts, “I was simply pondering the ability you must have to forgive.”
“Why is that?” he asked looking strangely at her.
“Well, because you let him get away,” Destiny said, “I beg your pardon if I have offended you, but really Jack could have been stopped from leaving could he not?”
“Not entirely,” Swann said with a sigh, “you see the boy whom my daughter loves aided in the release of the criminal Jack. But the truth was, Jack had done good for Port Royal by taking a stand to help save my daughter. It was impossible to take him again when my daughter and her lover stood between us and him.”
“Ah, so it wasn’t completely Sparrow at all,” Destiny said as she looked out again at the sea in the distance, “ well, although I have greatly enjoyed this conversation about pirates and battles and grand escapes, really we must get you settled mother, my husband will be wishing me to return to the ship. Please Governor, if you would be so kind as to show us where my mother will be staying?” she asked and fanned herself gently.
“Of course, my dear,” he said offering his arm again and bringing them back into the house.
The passed a busy kitchen, filled with the chatter and singing of the maids and the cooks. The sweet smells of baking filled the already salty air. They stopped just past the kitchen at another short hallway. A few doors lined either side and a great window, over looking the seascape in the distance, was at the end of the hall.
“This is the kitchen wing of the house, Ms, I’m sorry I did not catch your last name,” the Governor said finally realising that Constance had not told them her surname.
“Oh, I beg your pardon sir, it is Turner,” she said shyly.
“My word, is it really?” He said with a shocked look on his face, “that is such a coincidence. William, my daughters husband, is a Turner. Any relation?” he asked.
Destiny and Constance exchanged strange glances and a silence as thick as the sea built between them.
“I don’t believe so,” Constance said finally feeling the need to end the conversation.
“My mother has lived all her life in London alone,” Destiny add, “we are not aware of any relatives.” she lied as lying had already been established as proper English conversation methods.
“Oh, simply a coincidence then,” he smiled and held open one of the doors for the two women, “this will be your apartment. I hope it is to you liking.”
The room was larger than one Constance had ever seen. It was bigger than the house she had kept in the small town of Tortuga. Two great glass doors, framed with white curtains, opened onto the balcony. The walls were white washed as the outside of the house had been and a large bed and wardrobe sat against the walls. A Writing desk, chair and looking glass were in the corners and beside her bed a small vanity table of dark wood and a cushioned stool sat waiting the gaze of a woman. The few trunks that Constance had packed all of her worldly belonging into sat at the end of the bed ready to be un packed. Within the wardrobe were three identical uniforms, much like the ones of the rest of the staff and one more elegant and dressy uniform, clearly for special occasions and state dinners held within the house.
“This is beautiful,” Constance gasped, a huge smile crossing her face, “more beautiful than any room I have ever stayed in.”
“I take it then that it will be a delight for you, as it will be for me, to have you stay with us in Port Royal,” The Governor smiled.
“On indeed it will,” Constance said as she curtsied to her new master.
“Splendid,” he said and clapped his hands together, “I will leave you ladies now to fix the room to your liking Ms. Turner and when you are ready to depart I will be taking my tea on the veranda just outside. Come and find me Mrs. Marianne and I will have my coachman take you back to the docks,” he smiled once again, bowed at the door and left the room.
Destiny followed him to the door and watched him down the hall. Once he was clearly out of sight she closed the door softly behind her and ran to the open balcony doors. Closing them both and locking them tightly she turned back to her mother who had taken a seat on the luxurious bed and looked excitedly around her new dwelling.
“Did the boy look familiar to you?” Destiny asked coming back across the room.
“I don’t know I wasn’t really paying attention to the boy or his wife I am employed by the Governor I was being loyal to him, and to you. You are a wonderful actor and who would have thought you would have such good manners,” Constance said as she finally stood again and pulled at the locks on her trunk.
“You should have been paying attention, this could mean that your brother is alive or better the boy may be able to tell me how to find Jack. I knew the Governor would be of no help with the royal navy in search of him, they have no idea how to catch a pirate anymore,” Destiny grumbled as she kicked another of the cases on the floor.
“Oh perhaps there are many Turners in the world and you are exaggerating,” Constance said as she put some of her effects in the new wardrobe.
“Its to much of a coincidence for that to be the case,” Destiny said as she hiked up the skirt of her gown and pulled, from a band on her leg, a knife. She walked to the night stand and pulled it open. As she had suspected, laying in the bottom of the drawer, was a bible. She pulled the book from the night stand and flipped to the back. She sliced the knife through the back sheet of paper and pulled it from the book. The last few pages remained blank with no writing on them, “the boys name was William, wasn’t it? Like your brother, coincidence my a**,” She said to her mother who had stopped what she was doing to watch her daughter, “continue what you are doing,” she said with a hiss to her mother and the old woman went back to her work as Destiny sat down at the writing desk. Inside she found quills and ink, as well as paper and envelopes. Pulling at one of the quills she scratched something quick and messy on the bible paper. She finished, examined her letter quickly and waved it in the air to dry the wet ink. She folded it in half and hiked up her gown skirt again, placing the knife and the note together in the leather strap around her leg.
“Why didn’t you just use my writing paper? Why did you have to deface the word of God?” Constance asked as a look of disapproval crossed her face.
“First of all the pages at the back of the bible are blank because they alway add to many pages to new books these days and second of all the paper would be recognised as coming from a stately house such as this. I don’t want the person who receives the letter to give away my identity!” Destiny said as she opened her fan again and walked toward the door, “are you comfortable enough now? I would like to get back to my ship before night falls,” she said with her hand on the doorknob.
“You didn’t have to come with me in the first place, you were of no help at the house,” Constance said, “why did you come.”
“Research,” Destiny said as she pulled open the door.
“Wait,” Constance said forcefully and ran to push the door shut again, “will I ever see you again my daughter?” she asked a look of sadness crossing her face.
“Perhaps,” Destiny smiled as she bent low and kissed her mother on the cheek, “I will have to send you news of my meetings with Jack. As I am sure I cannot send you his head on a plate, I may just have to come and check up on you,” and with that she left the room to find the Governor.

A Turner Event
Destiny found her composure while within the belly of her great ship. Everything that she had ordered done, while she was absent from the ship, had been achieved. She was feeling more and more confident in her choices of crew and believed now that they were remain loyal to her. It was clear that these men, as the crew was all men, would remain loyal to her as long as she remained loyal and fair toward them. She needed to rule with an iron fist and yet give credit where credit was due. She also believed that the men feared her too much, but for the wrong reasons. They feared Captain Jack Sparrow, now Captain Destiny Sparrow and she had to, aboard her own ship, prove that she was a forced to be reckoned with.
They were making good time. The ship was clean, secure and well stocked. The weapons and ammunition were well guarded and safely protected from water and other forces that may spoil them. The cannon were clean, the gleamed brand new but they looked as though they longed to see battle. Destiny ran her hands over the cold metal surface of the new black cannons. Not till she would be well out at sea could they show there brilliance to the crew. They would have to test them to raise moral, she had noted to herself. Only one final order of business remained, before they could leave Port Royal. She would wait for the coming of her cousin, which she was certain would happen soon. The day was turning out to be better than she had anticipated. Not only had her mother now gained a safe, clean place to live but she would regain a family once she finished with her cousin and her uncle.
She inhaled, the salty sea air once again as she emerged from the ship. Darkness had fallen now. A clean, fresh night breeze had began to pick up. The moon was brilliant, silver, in the heavens. It was nearly time, the stars glittered under the ruling of the moon. The tide was changing. It was rising. Soon she would escape from Port Royal. She smiled happily to herself as she began to walk, slowly toward her cabin.
Her hair had been pulled down, from its tight arrangement on her head. A belt and sword were now slung around the delicate dress that she had sported earlier. The hemmed bottom of the skirt was dirty and brown from the streets and the docks. She was visibly uncomfortable now in this dress and she looked terribly out of place. Not the way she would like to meet her visitor but, it seemed that it would be the only way.
Rusin walked silently to the cabin door with her. He had been quiet for most of the ship inspection but had remained closed.
“Prepare the ship for departure,” she said softly to Rusin at the door to her cabin, “we will be at sea before the crew can lower their disguises, you will remain in the leadership position until the order is given to stand down,” she added and he pulled a large brass key from a pocket in his uniform.
“Will the intruder be sailing with us?” Rusin asked as the key fell into Destiny’s hands.
“I were prefer him not to, but only time and the rising of the tide will tell me for certain,” She said softly and stuck the key into the lock.
“Captain,” Rusin said as he grabbed Destiny’s hand, “what shall I tell the crew, they fear you have gone soft on them to allow this man to live.”
“They do not need to know my business, but if you must, tell them I am simply moving by the code. This man is a pirate, and old one but a pirate none the less. He shall be given all the same treatment that the code tells us to give and I will make my decision from my interrogation with this old man,” she said a small sparkle in her eyes.
“And you are certain this man is, indeed, a pirate?” Rusin asked not wanting to seem like he doubted his captain but feeling he needed reassurance.
“Yes,” Destiny smiled, “I am as certain as the moon rises and sets that this man is a pirate,” Destiny looked over her shoulder to make sure that no one else was listening in on the conversation then she leaned in toward Rusin, “I believe that this man, is a man once pronounced dead.”
“How so?” Rusin asked his eyes growing wide.
“By the curse of Cortez and again the great Davy Jones himself” She whispered.
“Bootstrap Bill?” Rusin whispered even lower.
Destiny winked at him.
“You’re uncle, lives?” Rusin asked more shocked than before.
“Yes I believe so,” Destiny smiled.
Rusin smiled happily at his captain, gave a little bow and left to continue to ready the ship for departure.
Destiny waited until Rusin was well out of ear shot before she turned back to the door and turned the key. Taking a deep breath, and shakingly reaching to turn the knob of the door, she entered the captains cabin.
Bill jumped away from the cabin window as the female captain entered. In her hand she held the ornate fan, slung loose at her side the sword and the pistol. Back in the strap of leather around her leg, the knife. He watched as she walked across the room, never taking her eyes off him, and sat down at a desk that faced out into the room.
“You’ve ruined my sheets of Egyptian cotton for your make shift escape rope,” Destiny said dryly from behind the desk.
“I beg your forgiveness madame,” Bill said as he fell to his knees before the desk.
“Don’t grovel old man, get up,” Destiny sighed fanning herself, “why have you come here?”
“The ship drew me in, she’s magnificent,” Bill said as he sat nervously in the chair opposite Destiny.
“Yes, we established that already,” Destiny said rolling her eyes, “why did you come to Port Royal in the first place? Not to board my ship, that was clear when you said you did not know who I am. So why, then, did you come to this settlement, where the naval presence is huge and Pirates are not welcome?”
“I could ask the same,” Bill said a little more bravely.
“Do I look like a pirate to you?” Destiny asked standing and placing her hands on her hips, “Pirates of the past are not so good at the disguises of present. They would learn more if they took more women aboard!” she added and fell back into her chair, “why come to Port Royal?”
“Who are you exactly?” Bill asked looking strangely at Destiny.
“You will not know, until I am satisfied with your answer,” she said.
“I came in search of a lost family,” Bill said finally after a few moments of pondering what would be the best course of action to take with this new young captain. He decided the truth was his best bet.
“Then why board a ship? Have you found them so quickly,” Destiny said sarcastically, “because I believe I clearly saw you arrive on the merchant vessel docked next to the Blue Moon. You haven’t even left the docks. How is it that you have achieved your quest so suddenly, Mister... give me your name,” she ordered.
“Bootstrap Bill,” He answered.
“No, your real name,” Destiny was growing more angry.
“I am know as Bootstrap Bill, if you are any captain of the sea you would know me,” Bill said feeling amused by her anger.
“I know you as many things Mister Turner,” Destiny yelled. Bills eyes grew wider and wider as fear has once again set in when she drew the pistol once more, “a traitor to your captain, a cursed member of the Flying Dutchman’s crew and a dead man are some of this things that you are clearly not,” she yelled, “you are not welcome aboard my ship, as I had hoped I would have made clear before. Get off my ship,” she growled, “find your family and reconcile for your absence. You have much explaining to do as you are not dead and Davey Jones’ locker is where you are assumed to be. If you do not leave this ship I will once again tie a cannon to your bootstraps and I don’t think you will survive it this time.”
Bill stood slowly the pistol following him every step of the way, “who are you,” he whispered almost to himself.
“I am the greatest Captain to sail the sea,” She said forcefully,
“I beg your pardon, but I think not,” Bill said bravely, “I have known and sailed with the greatest captain.”
“I am Captain Destiny Sparrow, uncle and you have much to think about before boarding another ship,” she said angrily and stared the man down.
Bill was shocked, his mouth hung open like a great dying fish. Here before him stood his blood relative and yet she was a Sparrow. A woman pirate, the child he had once watched and seen more than his own, “does your mother know,” he gasped for air as he watched the pistol still aimed at his heart.
“Why do you think I, as a pirate, would come to the naval stronghold of the Caribbean?” Destiny half laughed, “to do something several men had promised and never could do. You are lucky I do not shoot you here and now, for if you were my father you would not have ever made it up the gangplank.”
“You knew...”
“From the moment I heard your voice, uncle. I am not stupid,” she hissed and fell back into her chair, finally lowering the pistol again.
Bill sat slowly once again as Destiny watching him fill with anger, “your mother is still alive?” he asked shaking terribly.
“Oh yes, very much alive,” Destiny finally smiled at the man, “much more alive than you have been.”
“But why bring her to Port Royal?” he asked, “why not London or some other big metropolis.”
“What is she to do out there on her own, with nothing to her name and a b*****d daughter of a pirate? She would have been killed or would have starved to death,” Destiny laughed
“What is she to do here?” he asked feeling the embarrassment of being heckled.
“She’s a cook in the Governors household, your sons Wife has taken the old cook with her to the new house,” Destiny smiled as she watch Bill’s eyes widened and fill with tears.
“My son, not a pirate, a good respectable boy?” he asked filled with joy.
“Don’t flatter yourself, he’s more pirate that he would admit to be,” Destiny laughed rolling her eyes again, “how else would the curse of Cortez be broken without your blood or you free from Davy Jones had he not done something to your favour. Ay, he’s a pirate parading as a blacksmith and now the son in law to the Governor of Port Royal?”
“You know about that?” he asked feeling more embarrassed.
“Oh, what kind of a pirate would I be if I didn’t?” Destiny laughed, “everyone knows about that great adventure and the spitting image of Bootstrap Bill himself, come to save the day and the Governor daughter. With the mighty Jack Sparrow as his guide,” She over exaggerated, her tone dripping with sarcasm, “The two escape from Port Royal by stealing a ship of the fleet, and head out to Tortuga to hire a crew of riff raff. Aboard the ship they sail to the isla de muerta to rescue fair maiden, regain the Black Pearl and end a terrible cures! Oh the wonders of the adventure,” she said with a yawn, “etcetera, etcetera, it is almost laughable that he had at last joined in matrimony with the woman after what the sea speaks off.”
“But they returned to Port Royal?” Bill said feeling stunned and excited all at the same time.
“Um...yeah they had to... Governors daughter and the fact that they took too long and Jack’s crew left with the Black Pearl,” She laughed, “ha, he told them to stick to the code!”
“Naturally,” Bill said
Destiny glared at him again, “they sailed back to Port Royal, Jack was to face charges for his crimes and Will was to stay in the shadows of another man that was to marry Miss Elizabeth Swann. Needless to say, the young Bootstrap remained loyal to Jack, more than I can say for you, and saved him from being hung by the neck. He confessed his love to the girl, she turns her back on the other guy and Jack gets away because his crew came back for him,” She said speeding through the story, “your son, torn between Piracy and Monogamy that’s what his problem is. But I have to say I am very surprised that you do not know all about the adventures of William Turner and Elizabeth Swann.”
“Well, years on the Flying Dutchmen, losing your soul to the ship itself does something to a man, I can’t explain,” Bill said as he looked at his feet.
“Ah right, loyalty to Jones isn’t given its taken,” Destiny hissed.
“I would have stayed loyal to Jack,” Bill stated feeling uncomfortable again.
“Had your life not been on the line,” Destiny finished his sentence, “didn’t matter anyway Jack manages to have all the luck in the world. But luck always runs out.”
“You don’t know that for sure,” Bill said finally feeling a little concerned, “you don’t know Jack, do you?”
“What do you think?” Destiny yelled slamming her fists down on the desk, “did I know him when you were around? Of course not! Do you think he ever came looking, Hell no! And now I am on the lookout for him. For the simple reason that if I get within shot I will shoot him!”
“He probably doesn’t even know you exist,” Bill signed, “you shouldn’t blame him.”
“Your right I should blame you, uncle,” Destiny hissed, “the man knows more about your son than his own daughter and where did he hear it all from? You! You knew about me, you knew I was his and why did you never tell him? Never bring him back? Tying a cannon to your boots is sounding like a better and better idea every minute. If they weren’t brand new and un tested I wouldn’t hesitate for a moment!” she screamed.
“Destiny it isn’t that I didn’t want to tell him,” Bill said his eyes filled with fear.
“I don’t want to hear it! Get off the ship, go into the city find you son and my mother and live out the rest of you life longing for the sea,” She said as she turned the chair away from him and faced the back wall.
“You know where I can find them then?” Bill asked as he finally stood.
“Yes I know Bootstrap,” she said as a knock came at the captains door, “and I suppose he has just now arrived.”

Operations of Secrecy:

The Black Pearl was making steady time through the night waters of the Caribbean. She was an aging ship, a ship well warn to the roots of the sea. She travelled along her course, familiar with the path. She was a ship raised on adventure and born of curses and yet she had a dignity and a grace that only the wisest and intelligent of beings could have. The Ship had taken on her own presents, much more than a vessel of wood and metal she was nearly and entity in herself. She was grand, the queen of the pirates, more myth than reality now. Her legend was great, greater even than her captain as she has seen a few in her days at sea. But this captain, Captain Jack, had been her founder, and he had been loyal and loving to this vessel and spirit. And thus, the Pearl would remain loyal and loving to this captain. Should she fall out of his hands again it would be only by destruction, and even then Jack could find ways to regain her. Until that time, she moved on silent winds toward a destination set by Jack.
The ships of Port Royal would be silent and the docks would be full. The problems of returning to Port Royal were many for Jack and his crew but there was much to be done and Port Royal was the centre of the operations. The pearl seemed reluctant to make a voyage to close to the settlement. The winds were lost from her sails and she slowed in the shallowing waters of the reef surrounding the island. Jack could feel in the movement of his ship, the reluctance and the fear. She was a familiar ship, but a ship branded as a destroyers of lives and bringer of turmoil. The last voyage into the heart of Port Royal had been by Captain Barbossa at the helm and brought much destruction to the settlement. The pearl did not want to return to such a place that she had played a roll in uprooting.
“How do you expect to get into the city, Captain?” Marty asked as he looked up at Jack Sparrow.
“Not quite sure,” Jack said as he watched the rocky cliffs of land move slowly past the ship, “Way anchor!” he yelled and with a screeching sound and a loud splash the iron anchor was let into the warm waters.
“We are not yet close to the city, or the dock captain,” Marty said as he looked over the railing.
“Ay, we’re far enough off that the ship should be out of sight for a while,” Jack said as he rocked slightly on the deck of the ship, “she doesn’t want to make this return visit.”
“The Pearl?” Marty asked as we too felt the slowing of the ship.
“Ay, she’s weary, and doesn’t want to be seen near this settlement,” Jack stated as he moved his hand lovingly along a banister, “Keep a watch for ships of the royal navy, at sun up take the pearl away from the shore lines. Return to this spot in two nights and I will be waiting for you.” Jack said as he walked away from the helm.
“But captain, are you going alone?” Marty asked as he ran to catch up with the captains large strides.
“Lower the raft!” Jack shouted at a few other crew members.
“Ay captain,” they yelled back
“Must you go alone?” Marty asked again surely you should take someone with you.
“If I don’t return in two days, send someone looking,” Jack said as he rushed to the railing and another crew member through over a rope ladder, “I’ll likely be in the gallows so you’ll know where to look.”
“Keep to the code! Keep to the code!” Cottons Parrot repeated.
“Cottons right Jack has much to do and do it alone,” Gibbs said coming out of the shadows.
“What is he doing on the ship,” Pintel asked and pointed at Gibbs.
“Ay, he’s retired,” Ragetti called out too.
“That be none of yer business,” Gibbs hissed, “don’t ask questions and be happy that Jack has pardoned you after the whole Barbossa turn of events.”
“Thank you Gibbs for coming a long,” Jack smiled.
“You’re right, you are, the sea will always call to ya,” Gibbs laughed, “I’ll never give er up again!”
“Gibbs, be in charge while I’m in the city,” Jack called back, “two days and be back in this spot.” he called again and then lowered himself down the ladder and into the waiting row boat, “the Pearl will tell ya when to return.”

***

Will and his father remained at the edge of the dock for a long time, watching the Blue Moon glide out into the moonlit waters of the Caribbean. The breeze of the sea was warm, salty and familiar. The lights of the city blazed through windows. Sounds of the shore and the city mixed with each other as the docks began to be filled with movement again.
“I’m sorry ya had to find things out this way,” Bill said finally breaking the silence between himself and his son.
“Don’t be,” William said as he began to walk down the docks, “life is filled with too many harsh things. Some call them interruptions in life and other call it adventures. Before Jack, I would have considered it all aa misfortunes and did, when I was first attacked by pirates long ago, but it is true if you have the pirate blood in you, you’ll always been drawn to the adventure. Something in the wind tells me that this is the beginning of yet another.” he smiled and walked on down the dock, “if it hadn’t been for Jack I may not be as happy as I am.”
“Then you are living a fulfilled life,” Bill asked as he kept close to his son.
“Ay, sir,” Will stated with a grin, “my Wife is quite the pirate as well.”
“Is that so,” Bill laughed as he looked over Will again, “judging by your expensive looking get up I would think your were upper class, rather than the pirate you claim is in you!” Bill laughed as they entered through the gates of the settlement.
“I did have to revert to piracy to lift a certain curse, I will remind you,” Will laughed, “and would anyone but a pirate sail to the ends of the earth in search of a dead man to keep a promise to his father?”
Bill nodded and smiled at his son.
“You there,” a guard of the royal navy yelled.
“We don’t take kindly to riff raff in Port Royal,” another said from the opposite side of the entrance way.
“Stand down gentlemen, he’s not to be worried about,” Will said as he waved on to the guards.
“Begging your pardon Mister Turner,” they said lowering their weapons.
“You are an upperclassman,” Bill said with a smile.
“Ah only within the wall of Port Royal, and you’ll have to be too,” Will said as he pushed his father through the open doors of a small shop, “we best hurry, if you are going to meet my wife properly tonight, these shops will be closing too and you’ll need at least some clothing that don’t look like you’ve been dead for ten years.”
“But I have been,” Bill laughed.
“And I was a blacksmith before hand, we can all adapt,” Will smiled as he motioned to some clothing and shop lady helped with some final tailoring, “besides, to meet my wife you must meet the governor of Port Royal and thus you must look the part,” Will said as he placed a new feathered hat atop his fathers head, “alright I think this should be passable for the time being,” he said and pulled a sack of coins from inside his own coat. He paid the shop keeper and walked to the door.
Outside in the streets, music could be heard from a near by pub. Laughing and jostling had commenced in the street. The night life had begun around the city. A loud chorus of, ‘my name is Captain Kidd,’ came from a pup door, accompanied by drums and drunks. Bill laughed to know that even the pirates life had its place in Port Royal.
“Not much of a change, at this time of night from Tortuga,” Will said as they passed the pub.
“You’ve been to Tortuga?” Bill asked as he stared in the open doors.
“Have you not heard the legends old man?” A voice from the shadows interrupted them, “the great Captain Jack Sparrow escaped from Port Royal with the blacksmith son of a pirate. To commandeer a ship of the royal navy and to sale to Tortuga to gain a crew of misfit pirates to defeat the evil Captain Barbossa and regain the Black Pearl. The blacksmith saves his lady love, who seems more of a pirate than the blacksmith at times, and is soon to be the new governor of Port Royal. It is the perfect pirate tale,” the voice was harsh and yet very enthusiastic.
Bill looked deep into the shadows of the ally ways, “who is that?” he called into the darkness.
“You look like a peacock Bootstrap, what have you let them do to you?” The voice said as it seemed to come closer.
“Jack come out of there,” William whispered into the darkness, “you know better than to come to Port Royal, if anyone sees you, you’ll be executed on the spot!”
“That’s why I am hiding in the shadows halfwit!” Jack said as he grabbed Will’s sleeve and pulled him into the darkness. Bill followed silently.
“Captain Jack Sparrow,” Bill Gasped as his eyes adjusted to the darkness.
“Bootstrap Bill Turner, you’re not dead!” Jack laughed.
“Nor are you,” Bill said still feeling surprised and a bit uncomfortable.
“And neither is Barbossa, but that’s a really long story,” Jack laughed.
“We’ll all be if we are caught with Jack!” Will sighed, “come along both of you, I know of a place to hide you, we can talk there!”
Through the dark streets of the city they rushed and up a newly made street. The long drive lead to a new, white washed manner house where some lights had been lit and the smell of paint was still fresh in the air. Elizabeth Swann stood on the steps and stared down at her husband and the two new comers.
“Where have you been all night, dinner is nearly ready,” Elizabeth scolded as Will ran up the steps and kissed her gently on the cheek, “who is he?” she asked and motioned toward Bill, “and what the hell are you doing here?” she asked as she came down the stairs and came to face to face with Jack.
“Oh, love, come on, yer glad to see me!” Jack said slyly wrapping his arms around Elizabeth’s waist, and kissing her on the cheek.
“Perhaps see but not smell,” She said as she pushed herself away from Jack, “come on, the lot of you, get inside before someone sees the pirate!”
“Elizabeth, this is my father,” William said as they walked into the newly finished house.
“Ah so you are alive, this will make for wonderful dinner conversation,” She smiled, “but first you’ll need to clean up,” she said to both Bill and Jack, “I’ll hold dinner while you bath and we’ll find you something...more appropriate for dinner wear Jack.”
“What’s wrong with what I’m wearin’?” Jack asked, “I look damn good!”
“Perhaps for a barmaid in Tortuga who has lost her sense of sight and smell, but not in my house,” Elizabeth said, “go now, by your own will or I will have the staff force you,” she said as two other gentlemen in uniforms appeared through a doorway, “they’ll escort or drag you Jack,” she said and the men began to lead Bill and Jack away.
Once they were out of sight and earshot, Elizabeth turned back to Will, “we’re dinning with pirates tonight?” she asked as she placed her hands on her hips.
“It’s a good story,” Will laughed and kissed her again.
“This had better be,” she giggled, “or else I will turn Jack to the hang man again.”
“I doubt that you will, I think another adventure is coming our way, we’ll be sailing off into the sunset before midday tomorrow is my guess,” Will smiled.
“No, I think we’ll still be trying to get the smell of death off Jack Sparrow by midday tomorrow,” Elizabeth laughed, “you had better clean up as well. Join me in the dinning room when your father and Jack are ready,” she smiled lovingly back at him and walked through an open door.

Proper Pirates.

Bill was amazed at how the feeling of remorse was lifted by this man at his right. Jack had come back into his life and treated him as though nothing had ever happened between them. It was the trust and the loyalty that the pirates code really spoke. It was a code that Bill had long ignored but was now happy to be reliving his life by it. His mood became cheerful, even young again as he watched his son and his captain interact with each other. The house that was around them didn’t feel like a foreign land anymore. It really was the home of someone familiar and a place that was safe at least for the time being.
The house was large, and though it was very new, it was filled with all the comforts one would expect to see in a house that had been lived in for year. The smell of new pain was the only thing that gave away its disguise. The more they travelled through the house. The more Bill realised it was not only a well disguised house for a couple of people pretending to be upper class. But it was everything a pirate would want should he leave the sea.
“Well I have to say Will, the house has turned out fantastic,” Jack said as he passed more antiques and relics that were on display in the house.
“I can assure you, Jack, that Elizabeth’s father does not completely approve of some of the decor,” Will laughed, “he says it promotes to much piracy and that you are a bad influence on his daughter’s taste.”
“Perfect, that is what I like to hear!” Jack laughed, “but its not just me now is it Will?”
“No,” Will smiled, “its just in my blood I guess.”
“Damn right it is boy,” Jack laughed, “if I was to ever leave the sea and retire so to speak I would see me living in a house like this, just without this gift wrapping you call clothing. Am I not right Bootstrap?”
“Always Captain!” Bill smiled.
They walked on with a laugh, picking up their pace as if hurrying toward a tavern. At the end of a long hallway they came to a double set of solid doors. The hinges and handles looked to be gold but the dark wood of the doors looked sinister. Will quickly reached out and pulled open the doors and ushered the two other men inside.
“At last the three of you have decided to grace me with your presence. How thoughtful of you to keep me waiting so long, it made the anticipation so much greater,” Elizabeth said sarcastically as she sat near the head of the table.
It had been set for four in close proximity to each other. The windows and the curtains in the dining room had all been closed. Candles lit the space with the aid of a great fire at the hearth. It didn’t look like the formal dinning room one would expect from a upper class woman. Instead it bore the resemblance of a meeting room with a darker purpose, “be quick to take your seats, dinner will be served and then we will not be disturbed until we are finished,” she said.
“Will there be rum?” Jack asked.
Elizabeth only stared him down disapprovingly.
“Ah but wine I see!” Jack said happily taking a seat across from Elizabeth.
“Welcome to our table Mister Turner,” Elizabeth said as she went to shake his hand, “it is a pleasure to finally have you join us.”
“Thank you for having me,” Bill said softly with a smile.
“If its just to be the four of us, why was I put though such horrors as bathing?” Jack asked somewhat angrily.
“Because I take pleasure in your pain,” Elizabeth smirked.
“That’s right foul, you know that, I’ll be calling you Barbossa from now on,” Jack said as he took a large swig of his wine.
“Mister Sparrow, you are a guest in my house and as such you should feel privileged that I haven’t turned you over to the navel guards already.” Elizabeth said slyly as she poured wine for Will and Bill.
“She’s a tough one you know, if anyone is to make it as a pirate she could,” Jack laughed.
“Perhaps she will be the key to you finding your daughter,” Will said, “perhaps this voyage you will need the woman’s intuition.”
“I think I got enough of that when your man slave through a bottle of her perfume at me!” Jack laughed.
“Ah That’s the smell, it is a great improvement on the smell of dirty old pirate you arrived sporting!” Elizabeth shot back.
“I’m not old!” Jack hissed and began to pout.
“But you did smell,” Bill laughed, “a smell I hadn’t smelled in year and yet one I was happy to be rid of.”
“Hey, who’s side are you on?” Jack was shocked and yet laughed, “there be another mutiny at this table!”
“No mutiny, Jack, you know we would fight with you to the death,” Will said as the plates were placed before them and the smell of fine cooking filled the space.
“And my crew wondered why I wanted to come to Port Royal,” Jack said as he looked down at the food before him. Bootstrap was stunned as well.
“So long as my father isn’t around,” Elizabeth added.
“He doesn’t much like me,” Jack whispered to Bill.
“I wonder why you smelly pirate!” Bill said trying not to laugh but failed.
“I smell like roses now, would he like me better Elizabeth?” Jack asked
“I highly doubt it but we could go and find out, right into the heart of the royal base, if you like Mister Sparrow,” Elizabeth answered.
“I’ll pass on that!” Jack said sarcastically, “but not because I don’t want to see you dear father and that wonderful Commodore Norrington, oh and what’s his name, Lord Cutler Becket is he still around?”
“No, he’s been run out of town because of his dirty dealings and plans toward Piracy himself,” Elizabeth said happily, “as far as I have heard, the king is not pleased with Mr. Becket.”
“Ah that is jolly good news, perhaps I should go and visit the Governor as he’s lost so many of his dear friends,” Jack said and sipped his wine.
“You know, there are times that I believe you could pass for a noble man Jack,” Will laughed.
“Its scarey how right he is!” Bill added.
“You see Will, I am a pirate and an actor,” Jack smirked as he raised his glass for a toast, “I would like to thank you for your hospitality but not these clothing!” he added.
“here, here,” Bill said and raised his glass.
“Its alway a pleasure to have you Jack,” Elizabeth smiled.
“And welcome back Father,” Will concluded.
“Thank you Son,” Bill smiled and the dining room was filled with the sound of the jiggling glasses.
“By the way, Will, how did you know I had come in search of my Daughter?” Jack asked after a few minutes, “I don’t believe I have mentioned her yet.”
“Ah Captain Destiny Sparrow,” Bill said, “I dare say not many of us have heard of her.”
“No, I can’t say I have,” Elizabeth said, “a woman captain going by your name, Jack, that has to be vexing.”
“That’s putting it politely,” Jack said, “what do you know of her, Will?”
“Only that she just left this port tonight,” Will answered and silence fell over the four friends.
Dinner went on long as the friends conversed in a very proper but friendly matter. It was an evening filled with laughter and comradery. It was true that people just didn’t understand the good nature and loyalties of the pirates code. The four friend who sat to dine together were very much living the way of the rules of the code.
It didn’t seem like proper diner conversation to continue on the subject of the woman Captain, and soon the conversation became light and nonsensical again. When supper was ended and desert was brought to the table with coffee and the rum that Jack had wanted they joined again in conversation. Only this time it was of a more serious nature.
“Ah, what I lovely vintage that rum is!” Jack said with a smile.
“Only the best for our guests,” Elizabeth stated.
“If that’s the case I will be sure to come back more often,” Jack laughed, “but really I should get down to the real reason for my visit.”
“Oh it wasn’t to come and see me,” Elizabeth joked.
“Always is love!” Jack smiled.
“Its about your daughter isn’t it,” Bill asked, “Will was right in assuming so.”
“He was, yes,” Jack sighed.
“It still hasn’t sunk in that Jack has reproduced, good lord we are all in great danger now,” Elizabeth joked.
“You met her early this morning,” William said as he took his wife’s hand.
“You are as crazy as Jack,” she said as she looked at Will, “and you are as serious as your father.” she added and looked back out at the table.
“The girl is actually my sisters daughter. And according to the pirate woman I met this evening upon my arrival to Port Royal , my sister is now working for your father,” Bill Turner stated as he leaned and elbow on the table and rested his head in his hand.
“You mean the new cook,” Elizabeth asked.
“Constance Turner is her name,” Bill said, “I don’t know if that is what she goes by now, but that’s who she is.”
“So then Marianne is a Pirate?” Elizabeth asked.
Father and son nodded as Jack listened.
“I knew there was something strange about her,” Elizabeth said as she stood and began to pace.
“She said nothing to you then about her destination or her purpose?” Jack asked finally.
“Nothing, while she was on land she said nothing about her life. According to her, her first mate was captain and she his wife,” Will said.
“Smart,” Jack said.
“It wasn’t until later that I was delivered a letter to go to the ship that I found out the truth and then all she asked was that I watch out for her mother. Father was there, I don’t know how he came to be there,” Will stated.
“Curiosity killed the cat, as they say,” Bill added.
“And then we were thrown from the ship,” Will finished.
“She’s an angry girl, I can tell you that much,” Bill stated, “quick reflexes, temper, the mind of a Sparrow no doubt you can see it in her eyes but her beauty is probably her best attribute to her cause. She hates you Jack.”
“Well, I seem to have a lot of enemies. I just didn’t think a daughter I never knew about would be one of them,” Jack said.
“She’s learned the pirate ways well, as I can tell,” Bill said.
“She learned from Anamaria,” Jack said.
“And you know this how?” Elizabeth asked.
“Came face to face with her at the docks of Tortuga, she warned me not to go looking for Destiny,” Jack said with a sigh. His eyes were filled with though.
“How else are you to find your destiny if you don’t go looking?” Elizabeth asked.
“No, Captain Destiny Sparrow, of the Blue Moon, is Jack’s daughter,” Bill said.
“So her name isn’t Marianne?” Elizabeth asked confused.
“Now that I think about it, the disguised name was probably a tribute to her pirate teacher,” Jack said.
“Anamaria,” Bill said.
“She’s probably the only one that will know what is going on with Destiny,” Will said finally.
“She wouldn’t tell me anything of consequence when I saw her, only that Destiny was out on a voyage for revenge,” Jack said looking from Bill to Will and then to Elizabeth, “So really we have no where to start our search, but perhaps back in Tortuga,” he added.
“Whoa, wait a minute, there is no we in this quest,” Elizabeth said, “this is your business Jack.”
“Like I said Mutiny at this table!” Jack laughed.
“He’s right, we have always been loyal to Jack, its something we should help him with, besides the girl pirate is my cousin,” Will said taking Elizabeth’s hands, “and you love the adventure.”
“Yo ho, yo ho a pirates life for me,” Elizabeth sang after a few minutes of pondering her decision.
“That’s the spirit Swanny!” Jack laughed.
“Did you just give me a pirates name Mister Sparrow?” Elizabeth asked sarcastically.
“Ay, and you’ll address me as Captain!” Jack said.
“Its settled then,” Will said, “what is our next corse of action Captain?”
“You really are a pirate,” Bill smiled.
“Well...”Jack said with a sly grin, “I am sure Port Royal will provide some answers to us. Gentlemen we have a night on the town ahead of us. Come let us away.”
“And what about me?” Elizabeth asked, “one minute you want me as a pirate the next you don’t.”
“Oh but on the contrary dear one,” Jack smiled, “you need to go see you’re father, your distressed!” he winked.
“Oh terribly distressed,” Elizabeth laughed, “you want him away for the evening.”
Jack gave a slight nod and a grin.
“Michelle!” Elizabeth called out sounding almost in a panic, “you lot best hide for a moment,” she said and pushed the three men into the china closet.
“Yes ma’am,” a young woman in a servants uniform ran into the dinning room.
“Will and I had a fight!” Elizabeth was nearly in tears, “fetch my father quick I need him to come and comfort me!”
“Right away ma’am,” the girl said and ran from the room.
“Alright pirates get out of my house!” Elizabeth said, “I have work to do!”
“That’a girl!” Jack said as the three men jumped from one of the dinning room windows.
“We’ll be back before sun up,” Will said as he kissed Elizabeth’s cheek and followed the others.
“I’ll leave the window open!” she called after them and rushed back to sob at the table.