Sienna

Calypso smiled and waved at the young man, beckoning him forward. He nodded and turned his horse to charge toward the tavern. He dismounted his steed with a fond pat before entering the tavern with a beaming smile, tapping his hat toward Beckett and Mercer in respect. “Gentlemen,” he greeted, his voice youthful but tone sophisticated. Beckett and Mercer nodded, tapping their hats in return. He then turned to the ladies, taking his hat off and bowing his head, but he gave the pirates a mere look of acknowledgement. He opened his mouth to speak, but was cut off by William. “Who are you to just ignore us like that?” He asked.

The young man pierced his lip and closed his eyes for a moment, as if bracing himself for facing a fear before turning to William. “Forgive my impolite manner, but you are not ready for my name to be revealed so suddenly, I can assure you.” “I’m sure I a-“

“Christopher Norrington.”

The silence hung thick in the air as the words left the young man’s mouth. William gulped. “Norrington…”

“Norrington. Son of James Norrington.” Christopher added, his grin becoming slightly proud. “That’s not possible…” Elizabeth countered. “I am afraid it is, Miss…” Christopher responded, his fingers fidgeting with the hem of his tricorn hat as his expression melted into a sorrowful gaze. He sighed before continuing. “This is not a very appropriate subject to be discussing, but…while my father was in Tortuga, he met my mother…they had absolutely no feelings for each other. However, since something happened between my mother and my uncle Peter’s friend, Avner, my uncle has been doing terrible things to spite her…so…he captured my mother and my father…and he forced them to…” He paused for a moment, gazing at the hardwood floor. He then plastered on his signature bright smile, this one seeming slightly more fake than the last. “Well, as I said, not an appropriate topic for the matter at hand, eh?” “I see…” Elizabeth murmured solemnly, her mind racing as she tried her hardest not to ponder on what had happened to her friend. William placed a a hand upon her shoulder, but she couldn’t tell whether he was trying to comfort her to prevent her from thinking of James. Christopher sighed once more. “I’m sorry, my lady, that was probably very hard. Were you close to him?”

“Not really…” Elizabeth began. “I mean…once, but…”

“But he gave-“ William cut in.

Christopher shot William a stern look that was so uncannily James. “Allow your wife to speak, Mr.Turner.” He gave Elizabeth a gentle smile. “Continue, Miss.”

“Thank you…but as Will was about to say, yes…he gave the heart of Davy Jones to Lord Beckett and betrayed us…but then he gave his life to redeem himself…”

“It seems as if my father was a noble man…” Christopher replied, his tone a mix of affection, pride and a tinge of grief as the eyes of The Pirate King and The son of an Admiral met with understanding. “I personally don’t think he was entirely noble.” William commented. “He was competent, but then again, he was never a very great man. He always looked down upon me and belittled me. I never did anything to him, and he sort of deserved everything he got to change him into a partially good person.” “Oh…” Christopher murmured, the proud twinkle in his eyes fading a little. “I’m really sorry he did that to you…”

“I disagree.” Mercer countered. All eyes were then on him. It was extremely rare that he so much as spoke up, let alone argue. “I am sure that he was a man shaped by experience, but I have a strong feeling that he was a good man even before the hurricane.” He then glanced at Beckett as if asking for help.

Beckett nodded, turning to the multiple gazes that were upon Mercer. “Yes. I cannot say Admiral Norrington and I were dear friends, but I can say that he did not behave in a manner fitting for a morally lacking individual.”

“You’re just saying that because he helped you.” Jack argued.

“He also helped you after. Besides, we treated him better.” Mercer countered. “He did not!” Jack exclaimed. “He was obsessed with Elizabeth, but he did not respect her enough, and he was very pompous. Always looking down upon everyone as if he was somehow superior. He only cared about his commission.” “Agreed.” William added.

Before, Christopher had been glancing from the pirates to Beckett and Mercer with an innocent expression of confusion as he tried to figure out who his father really was as a person. Suddenly, however, he began to chuckle to himself.

“What’s set ye off lad?” Ian asked, blinking bewilderedly. “I see nothing to smile at.”

“You’re right, there’s not…” Christopher replied, his chuckling forming into a small smile as he shook his head. “I know the truth about my father. I just sought to observe who would remember him faithfully.” The air became thin as William scoffed - almost too quickly. “And how would you know such a thing?” Christopher’s gaze shifted to William, his smile disappointed and small. “Because I have seen it. His dealings. His kindness. His nobility…” His smile then faded completely. “With each of you.”

“…You presume much for a boy.”

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“I would suggest you thought on that before upsetting the balance between life and death. Experience tends to teach a man there are consequences.” Ian replied, a hard edge scraping at his voice with a hint of smugness that stemmed from certainty. He sounded virtually the same as how he was before he died, but something about his demeanour seemed more as a man who has been tainted by the darkness of the world. He had definitely lost his slightly unhinged sense of humour. Mr.Gibbs stammered over his words, before quickly snapping his head around to face Calypso. “And why would we need…him!! Them!!” Calypso’s smile widened ever so slightly, clearly taking just as much enjoyment in the pirates’ heavily unpleasant surprise as Beckett and Mercer seemed to. “You may have had a dark past, however, they will be needed. Davy Jones is frightened of Lord Beckett-“

Ian’s face fell slightly at that name. Davy Jones. A name that plagued his mind with terrible visions of his gruesome death. He despised Jones, but just sometimes, in the locker, when he was just alone, contemplating his life choices and memories, he would suggest to himself that he perhaps deserved it. All he wanted was to be loyal to his closest friend, Lord Beckett. Well…his only friend, really. No one really spoke to him just to chat, but the again, perhaps he deserved it for being so cold. However, he also feels as though what he did was also quite wrong. As if he is just as bad as his enemies. The narrative is a matter of perspective.

“-and he has all the intellect that you will need. And Mercer, is the most loyal within this room. He shall be your brawn as well as your guardian.” Calypso continued.

“What exactly makes you think that we will work with them without someone betraying the group?” William snapped. Beckett turned to Mercer as if to say; ‘look who’s talking’, and a slight twitch could be spotted in the corner of Mercer’s mouth for the ones who watched him carefully enough.

“Oh, you have not met everyone yet. There is still one more…” Calypso began.

“Who? Another man we once knew?” Elizabeth replied, her voice laced with dread. Calypso stifled a cackle at that. “Depends on how you look at it, Mrs Turner.”

With that, Calypso strode over to a nearby dusty window. “Come,” She beckoned.

Flickering flames of oil lamps illuminated the tavern Will and Elizabeth once knew. The occasional hiss of yellow and black snakes and decorations of crab legs contrasted the warmth of the room that seemed both haunting and frustratingly familiar. Will and Elizabeth jolted upwards, their eyes filled with indescribable disbelief, while Henry and Carina stared on in confusion. “Tia Dalma..?” William croaked out, his voice still hoarse from sleep. “I much prefer the name Calypso these days, William Turner.” Calypso replied, still speaking with the thick Caribbean accent that her bodily form held when she was bound in her bones, as the song says. “This isn’t possible…were you not released?” Elizabeth inquired. “Goddesses can change form whenever they like, Mrs.Turner” Calypso explained, her words rolling off her tongue like a venomous snake slithering through a maze-like brush. Secretive, mysterious, hauntingly beautiful. Elizabeth nodded in understanding, rising to her feet and aiding the others to stand as well. Henry gave his mother a small smile, before his gaze adverted to the far corner, his expression forming into something almost dreading. “Jack? What are you doing here?” William, Elizabeth and Carina all immediately snapped their heads around to look. Jack was, indeed, leaning back on a wooden chair, chugging a bottle of rum. Scrum, one of his crew members that he first met on board the Queen Anne’s Revenge, was counting a few doubloons in his hands, while Gibbs, Jack’s second mate, stood behind Jack’s chair silently.

“Jack!” William and Elizabeth cried, William sounding slightly mortified while Elizabeth sounded relieved. “Ah, the Turners, welcome back. Got some great help from your son last year, you know. Brilliant lad.” Jack responded flatly, not caring to lift his gaze. William clapped his son on the shoulder, giving him a proud smile. Carina also smiled at Henry with fondness. “We had nothing to do, you see,” Gibbs began, feeling that he had to explain for Jack. “Yeah, not many places to raid nowadays.” Scrum added. “Tortuga also seems to be stripped bare, it’s been like that for six years.” Finally, Jack adverted his gaze from his bottle of rum to the Turners. “Why are you here?”

Henry decided to take the wheel, while Carina stood within the crow’s nest, looking out to see if the Royal Navy were sailing nearby. William stood by the taffrail, looking out to sea. His eyebrow furrowed as he thought about the dream he had, the rest of his mind beginning to blur as he focused on it, doing his best to remember it in more detail. Elizabeth walked up to him and stood by his side, studying his face with care. “Will…are you sure that what you told me is all that happened in that dream of yours..?” “Yes.” William replied flatly, a muscle in his jaw twitching as he tried to concentrate.

“Are you sure..?” “Yes, Elizabeth! If you stopped talking and allowed me to concentrate maybe I could remember more.” William uncharacteristically snapped.

Elizabeth sighed and casted her gaze downwards. She knew that twenty-one years ago, their trust had broken a little after keeping so many secrets from each other. She did not know, however, that when he returned after all these years, his attitude toward her would change a little. It was as if all the time he spent with the crew of the Flying Dutchman disintegrated his control over his anger. “There is a storm upon the horizon!” Carina suddenly yelled across the deck.

As if in response, it seemed as though the wrath of Poseidon had been unleashed upon the ocean. The wind played the waves like a puppet while the dark clouds rolled and thunder roared from the heavens. It was certainly not a regular storm, it was almost unearthly. The ship was being tossed around like a child’s toy, and before the family could make a move to stabilise the ship, the boat was torn to shreds by the force of the unforgiving waves. William and Henry were then both knocked unconscious by wooden fragments. Elizabeth attempted to swim for them, but she was unfortunately knocked unconscious by a fragment of the boat too. Only Carina was left. She swam toward them, her mind spinning as she debated on who to prioritise. She definitely took too long thinking, though, as she saw a wooden plank flying toward her, and the world went black.

As soon as they could possibly manage to, the four of them signalled a passing ship, crewed by three fishermen. The honest sailors kindly let them aboard, blissfully unaware of the family’s true intentions. They were unarmed and trusting, so trusting that it slightly pained William to be having to do this, but he needed the get the Flying Dutchman back before it spent too long in the wrong hands.

Once the sailors were all distracted, the family made their move. Henry jumped behind the first one, wrapping one arm across his chest and using the other hand to point a dagger to his throat. Elizabeth grabbed the second by the wrists, shoving him up to the mast with his hands behind his back. William shoved the third to the ground, placing a foot upon his chest and pointing a sword to his face. Carina, who was still more brains than brawn, stood back, watching to make sure the sailors did not escape. “Pirates!” The first sailor cried, desperately attempting to squirm free from Henry’s grip, but to no avail.

“You tricked us!” The second sailor added.

It had been twenty-one years since William Turner became the new captain of the Flying Dutchman. Now, since his son Henry had freed him from his duties, he had been living with him, Elizabeth, and Carina. Tonight was just a normal night, but what William did not think about when he abandoned his duties was: Who is going to ferry souls to the afterlife? Who is going to take care of the crew of the Flying Dutchman?

Well, tonight he got that answer when he woke up to a strange sound from the chest which contained his heart. He jolted up and after a long, painful pause, and the claw of Davy Jones broke through the top of the chest with a loud crash.

Part of the crew, part of the ship. 

William woke up again, actually waking up this time. He shrugged, but paused a second later when he got a very eerie feeling inside, causing him to feel ill with dread. He stood up and carried a lantern outside of the small house. When he got to the cliff of the island, he spotted something-

Well, he spotted nothing, in the place where the Flying Dutchman was supposed to be. William rubbed his eyes and blinked, but the Dutchman was nowhere to be seen. 

When he looked up to the horizon, he spotted the Dutchman. It was sailing away? He took out a spyglass, opening it with an aggressive snap and looking through it. The sight he endured mortified him, it was Davy Jones! Sailing away on his ship! 

He dropped the spyglass and immediately ran to wake Elizabeth up and tell her. She woke up with a jolt as soon as he yelled her name. 

“Will? What happened?” 

“The Dutchman! Davy Jones is sailing away on it!” 

“I beg your pardon?”