I'm going to start a new story. It is also a fan-fiction because that is the easiest way for me to get inspiration. Don't worry, I do come up with my own ideas from time to time but I also enjoy expanding or changing other stories to write what I think could happen even if I know why it really shouldn't. The story that I will write follows after Pirates of the Caribbean 3 and it can be either before or after the 4th. It really makes no difference. I know that it would never happen but I like to imagine that it could.
William Turner was sitting on the cliff near his home that overlooked the sea. He loved the sea and always had wanted to sail, just like his father had. He had never really had a chance to though, since his mother rarely let him near the docks. Will didn't know what she was so worried about. It wasn't like he couldn't swim or anything. For a boy his age, he was actually quite strong from helping his mother out so much. Regardless, his mother still refused to let him near a ship. It was stupid. The sun was setting below the horizon and Will focused his attention forward, hoping to see a flash of green light spread across the horizon. He knew he wouldn't though. Not for another seven years. It kind of sucked only being able to see his father once every ten years. He had been nine the first time he had seen the green light and that had been the only time. Now Will was thirteen and he couldn't wait until his father could see him again as a strong, respectable man. Will grinned inside and focused back on the horizon. Instead of a flash of green light, a ship caught his view.
"Why would a ship be out here?" he asked himself. "This little bay isn't a dock and it couldn't get very far in without getting stranded. Why isn't it going to the port?"
Will ran down a nearby path to the beach. By the time he got there, the ship had stopped and a small life boat was rowing towards shore. Will waited for it excitedly, wondering who could be there. For a second, he entertained the idea of getting his mother but then realized that she would probably tell him to get in the house and leave everyone alone while she dealt with it. He knew that was what would happen.
"I won't call mum. I'll deal with this all on my own," he said and stood tall. Finally, the small rowboat reached shore. Will ran to where it had pulled up.
"Hello, men. Do you need help with anything? You know that there is a port just around the bend if you need it."
The men just glared at him. They were dirty, with crumpled up clothes and yellowed teeth. They all smelled like the ocean and sweat as if they had not bathed in a long while.
"Pirates," Will thought in his mind and got ready to turn and run.
"Hey, boy," the tallest and grubbiest pirate said, "What's yer name?"
Will froze.
"W-w-wi- Will Turner, sir," he stammered.
"Will Turner, short for William eh? I knew your father. He was a brave man. And your mother. Now, she was a lady to be reckoned with. Strong woman. I don't like strong women," the pirate said. Will gulped.
"Sir, do you need anything?" Will asked.
"Well, I was just going to dock here, go up that cliff and visit that dear mother of yours but I've changed me mind. How about I take you instead, boy? Eh? What do you think about that?"
"Take me where?"
"Take you out to sea. You see, my Captain's got a bone to pick with ya mum. She got him into a whole spit of trouble a few years back, ya know, at the war with the East Trading Company. She took his ships and stole his men and for what? The ship was sunk and the men? ... dead, all of em. That lady gets out fine and her ships as well but the rest of us, we didn't have it so easy. How about I make it difficult for her?" the pirate grinned at Will. Something about his tone made Will's blood boil and he yelled,
"You stay away from my mother or I'll... I'll... I'll--"
"You'll what, boy? Eh?" the pirate asked, grinning that same stupid grin. "Doesn't matter anyway. You see, I'm not going to go to your momma. She's gonna come to the Captain, ain't she."
"Huh?" Will asked.
"Get him," the main pirate said and two of his men jumped forward and grabbed Will's wrists. Will struggled against their strong grips and tried to twist out of them but to no avail. These were men who had been working on ships most of their lives, hauling and heaving at ropes and cannons. They would not be frightened by a little boy.
"Get off me," Will yelled, but none of them listened.
"I'm just going to leave a little message for your mother and then we can be off, okay?" the main pirate said.
"You scum, don't you dare do anything to my mother."
"I already told you that I wouldn't go near her so stop complaining will you? Shut him up."
One of the men grabbed a piece of cloth that was wrapped around his head and tied it around Will's mouth, sliding it between his teeth to form a gag. The cloth tasted like salt water and sweat and Will nearly choked on it. He watched helplessly as the pirate used driftwood and seaweed to write a message in the sand. It said,
"My name is Calico Jack."
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