Disclaimer: I don't own POTC. I wish I did, but no, it's not mine.

A/N: My idea for a sequel after At World's End. Hope you'll like it, and please leave me a review.

Pirates of The Caribbean – The Curse of the Flying Dutchman

Chapter One: Son of a Pirate

As the green light was seen on the sea, the Dutchman vanished. Elizabeth sighed, knowing she wouldn't see the man she loved, and her husband, for ten years.

It was that or him dying, so she was glad Jack made Will stab Jones' heart. But still, they had just got married shortly before that, in the middle of the battle, thanks to Barbossa, and now she was losing him for a long time.

As she sighed once more, the beautiful young woman walked away, taking the chest containing Will's heart with her.

She had now a double role to fulfil, King of the Brethren Court and Governor of Port Royal, since her father had been killed, Norrington and Beckett were dead too, and she was the only heir of the Swann family.

The Black Pearl took her back to the city, and there she faced her responsibilities.

Every night, before going to bed, she would look at the chest, and hear the heart beating steadily inside it, and she would wonder where her Will was at the moment. He had his own duty to complete, driving the souls of the dead on sea to the place of rest where they had gone to save Jack.

Then, sleep would overcome her, bringing her in a world where she and Will would never be separated. She would dream of them, taking care of their children, on a beautiful island, and sailing with Jack now and then. Pirate life had brought them lots of troubles, but she still loved it, and she knew Will loved being on sea too, after all he had it in his blood, thanks to his father, Bootstrap Bill.

At least, they were now reunited on the Flying Dutchman, so Will wasn't alone in his new big adventure.

However, Elizabeth didn't know how near to the truth her dreams of them having a family were. One morning, she felt sick, and ran to the loo to puke.

"Perfect, I just needed this stomach ache" she thought, asking her servant for an hot cup of tea, to try making it pass.

Only, the thing repeated for many days, and there her servant and confidant got a suspicion.

"Milady…I think…that maybe…you might be pregnant"

Those words were embedded in Elizabeth's brain for long minutes, before she could react.

She thought how it could have happened. Then she remembered. The day they separated, she and Will had been on a beach, the same she would meet him again in ten years. And on that beach, before he left, they showed each other their mutual love. Her confidant knew she was remembering the pleasant experience that lead to her actual situation, so she quietly left, leaving her mistress to her daydreaming.

And daydream Elizabeth did, reliving that day in every detail. She had been shocked and happy to see him come back out of the water with the Dutchman, as its captain. But she very well knew what that meant. He was damned to not go on shore for ten years. So they organised their farewell on the beach, and there he kissed her hard. She responded to his kiss, while they caressed each other, trying to pour in that kiss all their love for the other, and soon it grew to something bigger and that both of them had wanted for a long time.

Nine months later, a little healthy boy was proof that she had indeed been pregnant.

She named him after his father, William, and their mutual friend Jack. So, William Jack Turner came into the world.

Now more than ever she couldn't leave Port Royal. She had a son to grow, and she hired the best tutors for him, but she knew that kind of life could be boring. She had more than once hated being an high class in her youth, and still didn't like it much, so she made sure the boy grew knowing the freedom of being on sea.

She made a point of reading to him every night, stimulating his interest for life beyond the walls of their luxurious home. And she would face his questions about his father.

"Is he dead?" the boy asked, one day, when he was five.

"Who, darling? Who's dead?"

"My dad. He's never home, so I think he's dead"

Elizabeth's heart broke, but she shook her head. "No, honey. Your dad is alive, and you'll meet him someday. But he lives on the sea, and he can't come home if not once in a long time"

The boy nodded, a bit reassured, but still he missed a father figure. He had found books in the library, and since he was starting to learn reading, he tried it with them. From the little he had understood, the matter was not something he could talk about with his mother. A woman did not talk about pirates.

Little did he know that his mother was a great admirer of pirates, knew one very well, was married to another, you could say, and had been one herself, for some time. Or at least, she had lived with them, and had even been elected Queen of the Pirates.

As time passed, Elizabeth started noticing her son's new interests. She found a book in his room, a book she had read when she was more or less his age, and smiled. Although she might not dream a future as a pirate for her son, she would not stop him if that was what he wanted.

"He's really son of a pirate" she thought fondly while preparing herself to bed.

As usual, dreams brought her to Will, while for little William sleep brought dreams of being a pirate.

The duties at Port Royal kept Elizabeth occupied so time passed quickly, and William grew healthy and happy. He had made his interest in pirates more and more evident, and it was not really proper for the son of someone who should make respect laws. But after all, since her return Port Royal had not been so unfriendly to pirates like it was with Beckett and Norrington, everyone knew how she had been in contact with pirates, so nobody was too much shocked by her son's attitude.

He would pass more and more time reading and learning how to sail, and she had one of the Royal Navy officers teach him. She was proud of her son, and wished Will could see him. But the time was approaching, and she knew that.

Few weeks before the meeting, she was excited and tense at the same time. She had had no way to communicate with her husband in these ten years, so he didn't even know he had a son. She feared his reaction, although she hoped he would be happy.

They left Port Royal with a great time ahead. She didn't want to risk arriving late, and missing the chance to see him. And she took the right decision because wind was not helping them, and while in normal conditions they would have reached the island a week ahead if not more, they instead reached it only the day before the meeting.

William junior was curious to finally see his father, and couldn't wait. Elizabeth was even more excited than her son.

But the more excited of them all was the captain of the Flying Dutchman. He had done his job for ten years, now it was time to see his wife, and he couldn't stop walking in his cabin. His father knew how he felt, it was the same feeling he had had every time he went back to his wife, many years ago, only it was ten times stronger, because he could come back once a year, his son was damned to see his wife only once in ten years.

As Will was on the prow of the ship, looking the horizon for the island they were sailing to, Bootstrap Bill wondered if it was fair to his son to struggle that much to be with Elizabeth, and then be rewarded with such a burden as the one he was carrying now. Of course it wasn't fair, but there wasn't anything he could do to prevent that, so he sighed and kept directing the ship to the island.

Once the Dutchman was in sight, Elizabeth's nervousness increased, while Will junior kept running on the beach and playing. He was happy, and Elizabeth hoped his father would too.

Suddenly, he was in front of her. Breath caught in her throat, as he caressed her face.

"Elizabeth" he said, then he kissed her hard. "I've missed you so much"

"I've missed you too" she said softly, before kissing him again.

"Eeew" little Will protested.

"And who's this little guy?" the captain of the Dutchman asked.

"Will, meet your son, William Jack Turner" Elizabeth said, looking at her husband for a reaction. First, she found shock, and it was understandable. Then he turned toward her.

"Son?"

"Yes, your son" she smiled nervously at him.

"Elizabeth, that's fantastic!" he said, spinning her around. "I didn't even know I had a son, and now I seen him ten years old!"

Tears of joy fell from her eyes, and she hugged him tight. He held her while mussing his son's hair.

"I love you" she whispered

"I love you too" he said, before kissing her forehead. They walked on the island hand in hand, and she tried making him catch up with how their son had grown till that moment.

"He's already showing a big interest for pirates and sea" she said, laughing softly. "And he really resembles you at his age" she commented then, looking at her son.

He looked at her, mesmerized by her beauty. She was even more gorgeous than he remembered.

"What?" she asked, feeling his gaze on her.

"Nothing" he smiled. "Just seeing how sexy you are" he added then, pulling her close.

"Git" she said, closing her eyes and enjoying his touch.

Then, William passed some time with his son, telling him stories of the adventures they had been into, and the boy looked at him in awe.

"Can we go on your ship?" he asked.

Will looked at Elizabeth, then shook his head. "I'm afraid you can't. You're too young to understand, but my ship is, er…a bit particular…"

"Oh" the boy said, dejectedly.

"But I can tell you everything about the Black Pearl" Will suggested.

"Thanks! I've read about it, but no one has been able to tell much on that ship!" Will junior brightened again.

And so they chatted for hours, Elizabeth in Will's embrace, adding now and then details to the stories her husband was telling to their son. She had to admit she missed being on the Pearl, and she wondered what Jack was doing.

"Penny for your thoughts" Will murmured to her ear while the kid had gone playing on the beach.

"Wondering where the Pearl might be right now" she said, a bit huskily because he was nibbling at her ear, and alternating it with nuzzling her neck, and that sent shivers of pleasure through her body.

"You know Jack. He's surely searching for another treasure or things like that" he murmured to her lips, before kissing her. She moaned into his mouth, their tongues battling like they couldn't in the previous ten years.

But good things end, so it came the time for him to go. As she and the boy were watching him from the shore, he smiled at them both, and then, as soon as the sun went down on the horizon, with a green flash the Dutchman vanished.

Elizabeth sighed. Another ten years without him would be long. Very long.