First of all, I rewrote this chap.

Author's Note, please READ: For this story William will be able to return to Elizabeth's side if she remains faithful to him, that way the curse will be broken. Secondly, there might be a chap further on with some CP (corporal punishment), or at least a hint of that. If you don't like this, please do tell POLITELY. I hate rudeness, and it doesn't take anywhere as it will just make me mad.

Well, think I got everything said. Please, review and tell me what you think of this new chap.

Disclaimer: Well, I don't own POTC, if not, William would have NEVER died, and if I owned it, I wouldn't be doing a fanfic, but a fourth movie, with Orlando mostly without shirt, or with that bandana. He looks soooo, sooo, oh well, I don't own POTC…

Please review! Sorry for mistakes…just ignore them!!

A Pirate's Son

I. Waiting for Him

The sun shone through the horizon at dawn, a lone woman sat by a windowsill. The early rays of sun made her brown, almost blond hair seemed to shine due to it. Her right hand rested on her rounded belly, her fingers caressing it with much affection.

From her spot, she could see the dark blue sea from afar, the waves gently brushing the shore. The middle of the island she now lived at had a mountain, which gave a pleasant weather to the tropical place. There were hills around said mountain, in which the house she lived for now was.

From her spot, she could see as most of the men from town where getting back after a night fishing, while others prepared themselves to start their day. She could not hear anything of what was said, but she saw as some people greeted each other, the fishers took down their loads, their wives coming out to greet them and help, along with their children.

A kick from her belly took her out of her trance, as she looked down to her once flat stomach. Seven months had gone by, seven long months since she had last seen her husband, and since she had arrived here.

Seven long months, in which she had discovered a living proof of her and her husband's love. A living proof which was slowly growing within her, in two more months, said proof would be in her arms. It would become a gift, from her husband to her, and from her to her husband.

Elizabeth Turner would have a baby, a baby fathered by her true love and husband, William Turner. She would have a baby, a baby who would grow without his father, seeing him only once every ten years.

Elizabeth knew she could do it. She could raise this baby for herself. She had always been a strong woman, and Will would be thrilled to find out they had had a child. She now had one more reason to fight, one more reason to live. She would do anything so that baby knew his father.

She looked down to the small port on the other side of the hill, the port that some of her crew had built, much to her satisfaction. The Empress was swiftly moving by the waves. She had received odd stares from her friend, Mrs. Mary Brown when her boat arrived at shore. Mrs. Brown, or Mary as she had told Elizabeth to call her, had been more than surprised once Elizabeth had reviled she was captain of said boat.

She had met Mary on the same island where she had last seen Will, the island they both lived on. Mary was a resent widow living at the other part of the island, young widow to be exact. She was barely 30, and had no children or family.

It was a small town of about just 60 to 70 families, most of them fishers. A small church where the school was, just in the middle of town, a small store, that sold every imaginable thing. From food to clothes, to soaps to candy. Said candy was the one that gave one of the first clues to her pregnancy. Since when was she so addicted to candy?

She was now a very frequent visitor of said store. The two elder couple that owned the shop, called Le Vie du Homme, where very generous with her. In fact, the only people that hadn't questioned her pregnancy in the whole town were her friend, Mary Brown, and Jacqueline and Claude de Walle, the shop owners.

It didn't matter to her, anyways. She was used to people talking at her back by now. Ever since she was a child, this was most possible to occur. She had noticed there was no smith around here, and she could only think about Will. They could have very well live here in peace for the rest of their lives…well, as peaceful as two pirates could live. After all, as she had told her father once, she did not married a smith, she had married a pirate.

How could she manage to wait ten years to see him again? Not even a year had gone by and she already missed him as much as a bee without honey. Her eyes drifted back to the rising sun.

His last words remained constantly on her mind, on her heart.

"Keep a weather eye on the horizon."

She was doing that, every night, every morning, she kept looking up to the horizon. She wouldn't stop doing it, not until he was were he belonged. By her side, with their family. Somehow, they would find a way.

She would fight for her love, she would fight for her son. After all, her son was a pirate's son.