"Tell me again, Mum," Willy pleaded.  "About Dad and Jack Sparrow.  And the cursed pirates, don't forget them!"

"Willy, you know the story backwards and forwards.  Why don't you tell it to me?" Elizabeth smiled at her son and ruffled his hair.  He looked so like his father.

"Aw, come on, Mum," he begged.

"Alright," Elizabeth conceded.  She could never resist her son for long.  "This be the tale of the Black Pearl and the cursed pirates who sail her.  Long ago, on the Isla de Muerta, was buried a treasure.  But it was cursed!  Any man who removed but a single piece…"

Will Turner watched his wife and son from the doorway of Willy's small bedroom.  Their tiny house above the smithy wasn't much, but it was home.  As the only blacksmith for Port Royal, he could probably have afforded a bit better but Will was careful with money.  He never wanted to be forced into a situation where he would have to steal or borrow.  His brief foray into piracy almost 10 years ago was simply a means to his end.  Though he had gained a new understanding and a certain respect for pirates, he had no wish to join in their 'trade'.

Elizabeth finished her story and kissed Willy goodnight.  She smiled when she saw Will in the doorway.  Holding her in his arms, Will gazed at their son.  Nine years old…he would have to start apprenticing soon.  Will tried to remember his own training from Master Brown, hoping it would be useful in teaching Willy.  Unfortunately, this proved to be an exercise in futility as Master Brown had done little training in anything except how to drink oneself into oblivion.

Will and Elizabeth retired to their own bedroom for the night.  Elizabeth drifted off to sleep fairly quickly, but Will was not so lucky.  His mind suddenly whirling, he lie awaked for several hours before finally settling into a restless sleep.

He woke abruptly.  Unable at first to find the reason for his awakening, he was about to doze off again when he heard a noise.  Slowly rising so as not to disturb Elizabeth, he walked softly to the bedroom door.  He heard it again, a barely discernible roaring sound…the fire!  Someone had broken into the smithy and stoked the fire.  Unsure if he would find hardened criminals attempting to steal his tools or simply vagabonds trying to cook their food, he took up his sword from next to the bed.  Opening the door as silently as possible, he crept down the stairs, careful not to step on the creaky 4th step.  Coming down the stairs the roar of the fire became evermore distinct and he began to see the flickering glow reflected on the walls.  He took a deep breath, drew his sword and was about to leap into the smithy when he heard voices.

"Were you frightened, Captain Jack?" Will's heart stopped.  Willy…

"No, mate.  I'm never frightened." Will rubbed his ears.  He hadn't heard that voice in ten years but he would know it anywhere.  He walked into the smithy.

"Will!  Good to see you, mate.  I was just telling young Willy here about some of my grander adventures." Captain Jack Sparrow, legendary captain of the Black Pearl, grinned, showing his many gold teeth.  Seeing Will's expression he hastily added, "Don't worry.  I left Tortuga out of it."

"Tortuga?  What's that?" Willy asked, oblivious to his father's worry.  Jack looked like he was about to answer, but Will stopped him with a look.

"It's Spanish for turtle," Will answered.  Willy looked at him like he didn't quite believe it but accepted the response for the time being.