Summary: A series of fic prompts about your favorite Will Turner
Disclaimer: I do not own him, for he doesn't like hanging from my ceiling fan
A/N: The majority of these will be AU and not movie-verse.
Chapter 1 (#61 Mother)
A mother, this was something William Turner did not have. He had been in Port Royal for over eight years now, all eight without his parents. His mother had died, sending him away to find his father. His father he did not remember other than the scent of his jacket.
Often Will wished for a mother figure. He had watched the other children in the town with their mothers. Other children had mothers to bake them a pie, or to kiss their tears away, but Will's tears fell on deaf ears.
Sure the blacksmith had taken him in, but the blacksmith was a widow himself, and filled his days and nights drowning his own sorrows in the bottles of gin and rum. Will has learned to comfort himself, pulling his knees up to him, biting his lip to keep the sobs from escaping, but none of it helped the deep yearning inside him for his mother.
His mother had been a fine woman. Her hair had been the color of chestnuts warmed over a fire on Christmas day, her eyes the color of the ocean sparkling in the noonday sun.
Will would often glance at the mothers in town where he worked. He wondered why fate had left him here, alone, with no one to wipe his tears. His worries were futile though for there was work to be done. He would one day marry a fine woman, Miss Swann if his dreams came true, and he would have many children of his own. He would make sure that their mother was there for them.
Tucking the blanket around him the best he could Will closed his eyes and fell into a dream; one where his mother was there, smiling at him with open arms.