When Carina had thought of what her life would be like after finding the Trident of Poseidon, she had never expected this. Three days of seemingly normality, living in the Turner household had not been enough to prepare her for the fourth day when she had been woken at dawn by Will Turners shouts, almost shoved unceremoniously into a simple green dress she had been lent by Elizabeth Turner as well as an old pair of Henry's boots and dragged out the door.

She had no idea where they were even going, as she followed behind Elizabeth, the older woman looking formidable in the Chinese dress and hat, a sword at her hip and a pistol in her pocket. Will was equally armed and Carina had even seen Henry secret a dagger under his dark coat.

The group had walked for miles across the open fields and past the light house before their path led to a cliff ledge, one side a sheer drop into the sea, the other a dense jungle and only a narrow path in between.

Carina had suddenly been thankful for the simple dress and sturdy boots she was wearing as, in single file with Elizabeth Turner leading, the group had made their way along the winding path.

Carina, following behind Elizabeth, had watched with envy as the woman navigated the ledge with easy, seemingly unaware of danger of the drop and the ragged rocks below them. Carina had no such luck, staggering several times when her footing gave way or her dress snagged on a fallen branch. It was only Henry's reassuring hand on her arm as he followed behind her that kept Carina from slipping off the ledge.

Finally, after what seemed like miles of dangerous footing, the path widened to show a coast town nestled safely in a Harbour surrounded on all sides by rocky walls, except for a small gap in the cliff face, not much larger then a spanish galleon, which seemed to lead to the open ocean. Ships of all sizes resting in the clear waters, safe from storms in this natural defence. The town itself was large, settled on the side of a hill leading to the water, but what was noticeable was the large ship, or should she say, series of ships resting on the rocky cliff above the town, towering over the Harbour like a guardian.

Carefully, Carina followed the Turners down the hill to the town.

It was full of people, rushing about their daily lives. There was a stink in the air, the people, the sorts that Carina in her mind would label as Pirates. Dirty, unwashed men, bawdy women, a few street urchins running through the crowds among the bustle of bodies as store owners shouted their wares, men and women haggled over prices and laughing filled the street in what Carina could see was a prosperous town.

Dozens of sets of eyes fell on the group as they entered the crowds, causing Carina to halt her steps. Tensing, Carina felt for Henry's hand, drawing courage from him as the people in the crowds turned to watch them.

In front of them, Elizabeth had no such fear, striding towards the crowds.

To Carina's shock, the crowds parted to let her through, a few men even removing their hats as the woman passed.

"Come on." Henry whispered at Carina's side. Still gripping her hand, the young man stepped forward, following his mother through the parting crowds. Behind them, Will took up the rear, hand on his sword despite his relaxed stance as he scanned the crowd.

It was then that Carina noticed the looks they were getting. It was a look of reverence and ...fear?

It suddenly struck her. She had been told already that Elizabeth was the elected Pirate King. When she had been informed of the matter, Carina had been more interested in wondering how a woman could be an elected ruler. She was a woman of science and firmly believed that a woman was equal to a man but still the idea had stunned her, that a woman could rise so high amongst thieves and pirates. Or that she could hold it for so long.

Now she could help but think of what that meant for the Turner family. If Elizabeth was the Pirate King, what did that make Will as her husband and Henry, as her son? Was Carina unwittingly holding the hand of a Prince?

Feeling self-conscious, she pulled her hand away from Henry's as she looked around at the faces of the crowd. There was no hostility there. No threats. If Carina was honest, it felt like the people respected this family.

Slowly, the crowd lost interest in the group, the people going back about their business as Carina and the Turners made their way into what had to be the town square. Carina looked about her in aww at the shops, the people in this bustling centre. She could hardly believe that this was a pirate town.

Her eyes fell on the side of one of the small shops, the wall painted like the stars at night. Intrigued, she stepped away from the group and into the surrounding crowd, ignoring the push of bodies as she went for a closer look. She didn't look back at the Turners.

There was a fluttering sound and Carina looked up. A blue and yellow parrot had perched on the thatch roof of the building, its beady black eyes looking down at her. She held its gaze for a moment before turning to look at the mural. She raised a hand to place it on one of the white stars.

"Here, you're a pretty little thing." A voice said to her side.

Carina turned, hand dropping to her side as she saw the man approach her. He was filthy, the reek of him hitting Carina like a punch to her gut as he approached.

"Not safe for a pretty thing like you on your own. Is ok. You stick with me girl and I can take you home. For a price o' course." The man sniggered, continuing his slow approach, a wicked smile on his filthy face.

Carina tensed. She wasn't a fighter but she had grown up an orphan. She knew how to defend herself from a man on the streets. And her journey for the Trident has taught her not to fear a single man. The man continued to approach as Carina prepared herself to deliver a kick to a place the man would not recover from quickly.

There was a hiss and a sword suddenly rested at the man's throat. The man froze, only his eyes moving frantically. Carina looked to her rescuer.

Elizabeth was standing by the man, sword steady.

"Do not even think of it scum." she hissed. "You lay one hand on Barbossa's lass, and I will personally cut out your tongue and nail it up at the nearest tavern. Understand?"

The man gave a jerky nod before whimpering, the blade cutting his neck.

"And that goes for the rest of your friends." Elizabeth added in a loud voice, glaring towards the watching crowd.

"O' course king." The man mumbled.

Elizabeth nodded before slowly lowering the sword. The man turned and dashed out of sight as Elizabeth stepped forward and grabbed Carina's arm, pulling her through the crowd.

"Your name is your greatest weapon here." The older woman stated as she pulled Carina around the edge of the square to where Henry and Will were standing. "Use it. Barbossa had a lot of respect."

Henry reached forward to grab Carina's hand as Elizabeth let go of her arm.

"Are you alright?" he asked.

There was a fluttering sound. Carina looked up to see the parrot land heavily on Will's shoulder, the older man looking at it in surprise for a moment.

"Mr Cotton's parrot." He muttered.

The creature gave a loud screech.

"Dead men tell no tales." It rasped. All of them stared at it for a moment.

"I'll catch up with you." Will stated, turning to look at Elizabeth "There is something I must do" Without waiting for his wife's reply, the older man disappeared into the crowd. Elizabeth stepped forward, towards Will's parting back before stopping.

She nodded and turned towards the hill and the ship perched on top. With no other option, Carina allowed Henry to lead her after his mother and towards the Pirate Court.

The parrot had taken flight as soon as Will had stepped into the crowd, the pirate following it as it flew above him.

Most would not think of the creature as being special. A mute man's pet. But Will knew there was something wrong. For one, the creature couldn't be here. Will knew personally that the creature had followed its owner to the deeps several years since. He had personally ushered Cotton and his parrot there on the Dutchman. Yet here it was, talking of dead men and leading him...somewhere.

As the crowds thinned out, Will found himself breaking into a run to keep up, eyes fixed on the creature as the buildings thinned and then disappeared behind him as he left the safety of the town.

The parrot flew on, dodging trees as it fled into the surrounding jungle. Finally, it slowed, circling before landing on a tree in a small clearing. It looked down at him as Will stopped running, the pirate looking around at the trees surrounding him.

The air was suddenly cold, leaving Will to shiver slightly. Through the trees, faint lights appeared, moving as if held by invisible hands, causing shadows to dance. A thick fog drifted through. He could feel someone approaching through the sudden gloom.

He gripped the handle of his sword, ready to strike.

"Welcome William Turner. It has been many a time since you stepped on land." A voice whispered on the wind.

Will recognized the voice. It was one he knew from long ago.

"Calypso." he hissed as the lover of Davy Jones stepped near.

"No welcome for me?" The figure asked, teasingly. She did not look as she had when she had been bound in her body. Her body was not solid. Instead, it shifted like water was rushing under her skin. In the dim, Will could see crabs crawling along her body, dissappearing into her clothing.

"You promised. 10 years if Elizabeth stayed true. She did, yet you would not let me free." Will snarled. He could happily take a sword to the deity if he didn't already know it would be a futile gesture.

Calypso threw back her head and laughed, clumps of her hair falling away into drops of water before it grew back on her head. Slowly, the sea godess started to circle Will, looking at him. In the jungle surrounding, the lights started to move again, drawing near in the fog.

"That was not a promise made to you, William Turner"

"But it was a promise made to him. A promise you broke." Will shot back.

The deity shrugged, seemingly uncaring for the pain she had caused.

"The Dutchman must have a Captain. The lost souls must be guided to their rest." She replied, as if the years of hell she had inflicted on multiple people meant nothing. She turned to look at Will again.

"Tell me, who Captains the Dutchman now?" She asked.

Will glared.

"My father. We knew there needed to be a Captain and he was not willing to let me lose my family to your doing, like I lost him to the Pearls Curse." He replied. If Calypso was going to try and sneak some betrayal from him for failing his duty, she was going to have to go a long way to find it. The Dutchman continued its work. It had a Captain. Will was not needed.

She nodded.

"He is a good man, is Bill Turner. But Captain of the Dutchman, he is not." Suddenly, she was standing before Will, hand reaching for his chest. "Where is your heart, William Turner?" She asked, hand hovering over the prominent scar.

Will remained silent, looking challengingly at her.

"The Dead Man's Chest is empty. You know that for you have opened it, looking for your lost self once you stepped on land. Yet, there is no heart beating in your chest." The deity mused, running her hand across the air before Will's chest.

"What is your point?" Will asked as Calypso stepped away, fighting not to reach up and rub at his own chest where the goddess had almost touched him as she turned her back to him, gazing off into the jungle.

"When I took his heart, it was beating mightily. My promise was to return him to that state. You however... It was with the last beat of your own heart that you destroyed him. You can only be returned to the state you were in at the time of your triumph." Will did not need to know who she was talking about. The legend had been ingrained in his mind the moment he had first faced Davy Jones on the deck of the Dutchman.

She turned, her dark eyes staring into Wills.

"You are dead William Turner."

Cliffhanger! Hopefully I get to finish and upload the next chapter soon. I do have the bones of a plot here and a plan of how it will turn out but that may change at any point.

I know a few people are asking where the Captain is. Hopefully, a certain Sparrow will be making an appearance soon too but I want to write this like the original movie with Jack as a background character to the Turner family.