Chapter one: There's a fire starting in my heart

Elizabeth was laying in bed, holding her son close. He reminded her of Will, even now, though he was but a mere child. She sighed quietly, as a hand idly stroked her sons hair, while she gazed out the window at the full moon. She'd seen a night like this before. And with that night had come cannon fire, and the adventure of her life... followed by things she'd rather not think of.

But even today, when she closed her eyes, she could still hear the cannon fire, and smell the smoke. She could still see the...

Wait. That was cannon fire. Then that meant...

"Bill! Get up!" Elizabeth whispered, harsher then she'd intended as she climbed out of bed, pulling her robe on. Bill sat up, rubbing his eyes with child's hands, and flinched at the sound of the cannon firing. Elizabeth recognized that cannon. But last time she'd seen that ship Jack had been in semi-command, and there was no reason, at all, that Jack would attack Port Royale.

Elizabeth picked her Son up, and rushed from the bed room, just a cannon ball crashed through the window. She fled down the stairs, wishing she'd had time to pull some shoes on, and threw the door open. It might be stupid to rush out into a pirate attack in naught but a robe, and carrying a child, but she was Elizabeth Turner, and she was still the pirate king, dammit.

Bill was crying into her breast as she ran through the streets, seemingly invisible to the invading pirates. Undoubtedly they just viewed her as another hysterical mother. They didn't seem to notice she was running right toward the beach, where Barbossa had just stepped out of a long boat to stand on the shore and watch his men.

Elizabeth paused to set her son behind a stone fence, and told him to remain quiet, and stay where he was. She was sure Bill would be okay there, none of the pirates cared about fences, and none of them were even paying her, or the citizens any attention, anyhow.

As soon as he'd stopped crying Elizabeth held her head high, and walked down the beach toward Barbossa, who'd begun eating an apple by now, she made sure to stand straight and tall, and to try'n look as intimidating as possible, which wasn't very at all. "What do you think you're doing, Captain Barbossa?" she demanded as she came to a halt in front of him, placing her hands firmly on her hips, and scowling at him.

Barbossa looked bored with her already, and she was a little put out by his blank stare, but she glared back at him, none-the-less, and finally he answered, "I'm pillaging, missy." He was acting as if he didn't recognize her, as if her presence meant nothing to him, "An' why, I ask, be it any of yer concern?"

Elizabeth bristled, scowling harder, and Barbossa just rolled his eyes at her silent temper tantrum. "You gave me your word, years ago, that you would never return to Port Royale again! So just what are you doing?" she snapped throwing her arm out, and indicating the raid on her town.

"Aye, I did." Barbossa said slowly, calmly, "But then I died." he said smirking, and she just wanted to scream he was being so infuriating. "I'm in search of somethin'." he finally relented as he looked away from her, off toward the city, "Has he been here?"

Elizabeth was confused as she stood openly gaping at Barbossa, "Who?" she finally asked, as she folded her arms over her chest.

"Jaack." Barbossa drawled as he turned his gaze back to her, and the cold, cold look in his eyes made her blood freeze. She had heard from Jack, actually.

"He isn't here." Elizabeth said weakly, "A-and as Pirate King I... I command you to stop this at once!" Barbossa looked at her blankly, and remained silent, and she motioned toward the men coming toward them, their arms loaded with plunder, "Make them return that!"

"Where is he then, Miss Turner?" Barbossa sounded slightly sarcastic, and Elizabeth was a bit taken aback. How had he figured out she knew where Jack was going? Where to find him.

"I don't know." she whispered as he caught her arm in an iron like grip, and jerked her toward him,

"Maybe ye'll remember better in the morning. A'ter a nice long sleep." Barbossa grinned wickedly, and Elizabeth realized that he had no intention of obeying her, though she was the Pirate King, "In the brig." the men were cackling now, and Elizabeth was frantic. She'd left Bill. He would get hurt.

"Wait!" Elizabeth screeched as the men dragged her into the long boat, and began heading back toward the Pearl, "My son! Wait!" she was hysterical, but the men were only laughing at her, even more so when she began to weep, as a cannon ball crashed through the wall, where she'd placed her son, "William, William. My little William!" The men thought she was delusional, and ignored her cries as she reached out toward the small stone wall desperately.

Barbossa seemed to enjoy her pain, and openly laughed at her. She hated him more then ever now. She would never help him find Jack. Never.

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Jack wasn't sure why he'd come to Port Royale. Maybe it was to see Elizabeth, but he thought it was probably to meet little William. Just like the last time he'd met Little William, though that had been in London. And Jack realized for the first time that he might be getting a bit old.

But almost immediately after he'd gotten there he'd heard cannon fire ("I recognize those guns!"), and decided it best to hide. He certainly didn't want Barbossa picking him up. But somewhere between hiding, and peaking over the edge of the stone fence to see what Barbossa was doing, he'd spotted Elizabeth marching purposefully toward the older man. She had more spirit then he did these days, the thought made him cringe.

But as he turned away from the scene to try and figure out what to do, he came face to face with a small boy with brown hair, and large brown eyes, Jack started slightly putting his back against the wall, and widening his eyes, "What're ye doin' lad?" he hissed motioning the boy down.

The boy in question scowled at him, and stood on his tip toes, and it was only then that Jack saw the resemblances, "William?" he asked and the boy looked at him, momentarily surprised, before child's curiosity took over and he smiled, and nodded,

"I'm William Turner!" The boy sounded so proud that Jack grinned at him and nodded, as the boy extended a small hand, and Jack eyed it as if it were a foreign object, "What's your name, mister?" he was almost ineligible, but somehow Jack understood him (as scary as that was for him),

"I'm Captain Jack Sparrow." Jack grinned as he shook the small boys hand, and suddenly the boy seemed excited, "Ah, ye've heard of me?" Jack asked casually, and the boy nodded, "Well then, William," Jack glanced back over the fence to see Barbossa drag Elizabeth toward him, "I think we should be goin'." Jack said as he began to crawl back the way he'd come, motioning the boy to come with him, and surprised to find the boy actually coming with him.

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Elizabeth didn't know how long she'd been in the brig, or what the purpose of putting her there was, but she didn't care. All she could think about was Bill. And what she was going to do now that she'd lost her only son.

No one knew how she felt, and no one could ever understand. She knew plenty of mothers had lost their first born sons, but none of them could ever understand what she was going through. And she couldn't even tell Will.

Elizabeth realized she was crying again when she saw a tear hit the back of her hand, "Oh William," she moaned, crossing her arms across her knees, and leaning against her thighs, pressing her forehead against her forearm, and weeping bitterly for the son she'd lost too soon.