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To Keep a Promise
Chapter One: The Way Things Were
Will Turner stepped into the door of his home in Port Royal to be greeted by silence. With a sigh he turned, shutting and locking the door. As he trudged up the stairs to his room he heard the patter of feet running down the hall.
"Dad!" he heard a voice call as he saw two little faces peeping over the railing. Will gave them a smile and the boys raced down the stairs and jumped onto him.
"We didn't think you were coming back till next week!" Jack said as Will laughed and hugged them.
"And what are you doing up this late?" he asked, looking down at them.
The boys shared an uncomfortable look like they normally did when they got caught doing something.
"I ahh…I had to get a drink?" James said hopefully.
"So both of you got up?" Will asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Yeah, we uh, both wanted some," Jack said with a grin.
"Did you get some?" Will asked, not believing them for a second.
They nodded their heads.
"Well then get to bed before Mrs. Bates catches you." he warned.
The boys then hurried up the stairs, Jack tripping on the way, and ran down the hall to their room.
Will smiled at them as they slowly and quietly closed the door; the boys were still in their day clothes. Will slowly walked up the rest of the stairs, worn from his trip to Port Charles. As he got up to the hall he noticed a light still burning in the room next the boys: Alaina's room. He leaned against the half open door and saw Alaina standing by the open window.
"Yo ho, yo ho, a pirates life for me," he heard her sing.
Will almost began to cry. That was Elizabeth's song; she had died two years ago from a gunshot wound she received when pirates attacked the harbor.
Instead he walked in. "Is this what you do when I'm gone?" he asked.
Alaina turned around, startled.
"Stay up all hours of the night not even bothering to change out of your clothes?"
Alaina laughed and shrugged but quickly sat down on her bed. "So where did you go? Did you meet anyone? Did you see any other pirates?" she asked, and he laughed.
"I thought you'd be tired of my stories since you're well past that age."
Alaina frowned. "Oh please, your stories are far more interesting than anything that ever happens around here."
"Well then," Will began, sitting down next to her. "I went to Port Charles. Nothing that interesting happened until we saw the Black Pearl while we were heading back." Alaina's eyes brightened at that name. "But we didn't interfere, as considering Captain Sparrow is still wanted by the British Navy for his way of life."
"You might as well say it, its not like I care about the word considering that your one of them," Alaina told him rolling her eyes.
Will smiled at his daughter; she looked so much like him. Elizabeth had always said that.
"So that's all?" she asked, a little disappointed.
"I'm afraid so," Will laughed. "But how is Nicholas Parker?" he asked with a glimmer in his eye. He knew that Alaina was not fond of the boy, but he was of her, and asked out of curiosity of what she would say.
Alaina's brown eyes narrowed at the mention of his name. "I'd like to put him in a sack and toss him into the sea," she said cruelly, tightening her fists.
"That bad?" Will laughed, and Alaina shot him a glare.
"Don't even," she warned her father.
"I won't. Now I suggest that you should go to bed," he said, getting up.
"Please, I was just about to anyway," Alaina lied, sliding under her sheets.
"Goodnight Alaina," Will said, going out the door.
"Night," she said as he shut the door. 'Sucker,' she thought, smiling as she blew out the candle on the nightstand.
Will walked down the hall to the bedroom he and Elizabeth used to share. Will knew for a fact that Alaina had probably just gotten in before him from some sort of nighttime rendezvous that she and a few of her friends tended to have.
Hesitantly he opened the door to the room. It always felt empty now, tormenting him, reminding him of that always growing space in his soul due to the loss of the woman he loved more than life. Sighing he went over to shut the large window in the room but stopped as he felt the wind caress his face.
Will shut his eyes and took in a deep breath. He was a pirate yes, but a very good one. Or so Alaina told him, reminding him that he was yet to get himself hanged. Mostly on account that Mr. Swann was still the Governor of Port Royal and could not bear to hang his son in law.
Will opened his eyes to see that the boys' bedroom candle had not yet been put out. Those two always seemed to be up to some sort of mischief. But Elizabeth had never discouraged the two, so why should he? After all, it was not like they would do anything to hurt anyone, so it didn't matter to him; although Mrs. Bates seemed to always be scolding them for something.
"Let boys be boys," Elizabeth would always say with a laugh.
Will jumped as he heard a scream come from the wind, one that he recognized as Elizabeth's. Quickly he shut the window and leaned against the cold glass as sweat started to form on his forehead. The memory would never cease to haunt him. Looking down at his hands he remembered her lying in them, cold, bloody and lifeless. He shuddered and quickly went and sat at the edge of his bed where he began to take off his boots.
Coming home from a trip used to be the most joyful experience he had. Now it was a nightmare. The twins always gave him the same response as they used to, running down the stairs in their nightgowns, giving him a large hug, and then running back upstairs before Mrs. Bates caught them.
But Alaina had changed; she was no longer a child that would sit out on the balcony overlooking the bay with her mother, watching for his ship, then hurrying downstairs to interrogate him on his adventures. Now she would just wait until it was a convenient time to bombard him with questions. Personally he missed how she used to be; but he knew that she hadn't stepped out on the balcony since Elizabeth had been killed. No one had.
Will began to think about it as he began to undress. That night had been a turning point for the entire family. Alaina had locked herself up in her room for weeks without any communication to anyone. The twins didn't understand the concept that their mother wasn't coming back and had begun to behave, hoping that she'd want to come back once they were good. Mr. Swann suddenly began to become more available and spent more time with his grandchildren, or the twins at least, since Alaina wouldn't unlock her door.
But Will knew he took it the hardest. He could barely eat and wouldn't sleep for days on end; but when he did sleep all he could dream about was her dying in his arms. He had tried to look for the man who had shot her, but no one could identify him. Will had searched in vain for any information, but it was to no avail. Every time it was a dead end, but Will knew that he would never be able to really rest again until he was found. Even now it was hard to rest knowing that the man who shattered his family was living. It made his blood boil in rage.
As Will laid down on his bed and closed his eyes he saw Elizabeth lying next to him, one arm sprawled over his chest, her chin in the other; she was laughing in her always pleasant voice, her eyes twinkling in happiness.
With that image in his mind, Will fell asleep.
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To Keep a Promise
Chapter One: The Way Things Were
Will Turner stepped into the door of his home in Port Royal to be greeted by silence. With a sigh he turned, shutting and locking the door. As he trudged up the stairs to his room he heard the patter of feet running down the hall.
"Dad!" he heard a voice call as he saw two little faces peeping over the railing. Will gave them a smile and the boys raced down the stairs and jumped onto him.
"We didn't think you were coming back till next week!" Jack said as Will laughed and hugged them.
"And what are you doing up this late?" he asked, looking down at them.
The boys shared an uncomfortable look like they normally did when they got caught doing something.
"I ahh…I had to get a drink?" James said hopefully.
"So both of you got up?" Will asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Yeah, we uh, both wanted some," Jack said with a grin.
"Did you get some?" Will asked, not believing them for a second.
They nodded their heads.
"Well then get to bed before Mrs. Bates catches you." he warned.
The boys then hurried up the stairs, Jack tripping on the way, and ran down the hall to their room.
Will smiled at them as they slowly and quietly closed the door; the boys were still in their day clothes. Will slowly walked up the rest of the stairs, worn from his trip to Port Charles. As he got up to the hall he noticed a light still burning in the room next the boys: Alaina's room. He leaned against the half open door and saw Alaina standing by the open window.
"Yo ho, yo ho, a pirates life for me," he heard her sing.
Will almost began to cry. That was Elizabeth's song; she had died two years ago from a gunshot wound she received when pirates attacked the harbor.
Instead he walked in. "Is this what you do when I'm gone?" he asked.
Alaina turned around, startled.
"Stay up all hours of the night not even bothering to change out of your clothes?"
Alaina laughed and shrugged but quickly sat down on her bed. "So where did you go? Did you meet anyone? Did you see any other pirates?" she asked, and he laughed.
"I thought you'd be tired of my stories since you're well past that age."
Alaina frowned. "Oh please, your stories are far more interesting than anything that ever happens around here."
"Well then," Will began, sitting down next to her. "I went to Port Charles. Nothing that interesting happened until we saw the Black Pearl while we were heading back." Alaina's eyes brightened at that name. "But we didn't interfere, as considering Captain Sparrow is still wanted by the British Navy for his way of life."
"You might as well say it, its not like I care about the word considering that your one of them," Alaina told him rolling her eyes.
Will smiled at his daughter; she looked so much like him. Elizabeth had always said that.
"So that's all?" she asked, a little disappointed.
"I'm afraid so," Will laughed. "But how is Nicholas Parker?" he asked with a glimmer in his eye. He knew that Alaina was not fond of the boy, but he was of her, and asked out of curiosity of what she would say.
Alaina's brown eyes narrowed at the mention of his name. "I'd like to put him in a sack and toss him into the sea," she said cruelly, tightening her fists.
"That bad?" Will laughed, and Alaina shot him a glare.
"Don't even," she warned her father.
"I won't. Now I suggest that you should go to bed," he said, getting up.
"Please, I was just about to anyway," Alaina lied, sliding under her sheets.
"Goodnight Alaina," Will said, going out the door.
"Night," she said as he shut the door. 'Sucker,' she thought, smiling as she blew out the candle on the nightstand.
Will walked down the hall to the bedroom he and Elizabeth used to share. Will knew for a fact that Alaina had probably just gotten in before him from some sort of nighttime rendezvous that she and a few of her friends tended to have.
Hesitantly he opened the door to the room. It always felt empty now, tormenting him, reminding him of that always growing space in his soul due to the loss of the woman he loved more than life. Sighing he went over to shut the large window in the room but stopped as he felt the wind caress his face.
Will shut his eyes and took in a deep breath. He was a pirate yes, but a very good one. Or so Alaina told him, reminding him that he was yet to get himself hanged. Mostly on account that Mr. Swann was still the Governor of Port Royal and could not bear to hang his son in law.
Will opened his eyes to see that the boys' bedroom candle had not yet been put out. Those two always seemed to be up to some sort of mischief. But Elizabeth had never discouraged the two, so why should he? After all, it was not like they would do anything to hurt anyone, so it didn't matter to him; although Mrs. Bates seemed to always be scolding them for something.
"Let boys be boys," Elizabeth would always say with a laugh.
Will jumped as he heard a scream come from the wind, one that he recognized as Elizabeth's. Quickly he shut the window and leaned against the cold glass as sweat started to form on his forehead. The memory would never cease to haunt him. Looking down at his hands he remembered her lying in them, cold, bloody and lifeless. He shuddered and quickly went and sat at the edge of his bed where he began to take off his boots.
Coming home from a trip used to be the most joyful experience he had. Now it was a nightmare. The twins always gave him the same response as they used to, running down the stairs in their nightgowns, giving him a large hug, and then running back upstairs before Mrs. Bates caught them.
But Alaina had changed; she was no longer a child that would sit out on the balcony overlooking the bay with her mother, watching for his ship, then hurrying downstairs to interrogate him on his adventures. Now she would just wait until it was a convenient time to bombard him with questions. Personally he missed how she used to be; but he knew that she hadn't stepped out on the balcony since Elizabeth had been killed. No one had.
Will began to think about it as he began to undress. That night had been a turning point for the entire family. Alaina had locked herself up in her room for weeks without any communication to anyone. The twins didn't understand the concept that their mother wasn't coming back and had begun to behave, hoping that she'd want to come back once they were good. Mr. Swann suddenly began to become more available and spent more time with his grandchildren, or the twins at least, since Alaina wouldn't unlock her door.
But Will knew he took it the hardest. He could barely eat and wouldn't sleep for days on end; but when he did sleep all he could dream about was her dying in his arms. He had tried to look for the man who had shot her, but no one could identify him. Will had searched in vain for any information, but it was to no avail. Every time it was a dead end, but Will knew that he would never be able to really rest again until he was found. Even now it was hard to rest knowing that the man who shattered his family was living. It made his blood boil in rage.
As Will laid down on his bed and closed his eyes he saw Elizabeth lying next to him, one arm sprawled over his chest, her chin in the other; she was laughing in her always pleasant voice, her eyes twinkling in happiness.
With that image in his mind, Will fell asleep.
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