A/N: This is my continuation of Pirates of the Caribbean, which takes place after the third movie. This is my first fan fiction and I'm hoping to improve my writing style and experiment a little. Please enjoy. (Also please let me know if any of the characters seem to out of sorts...OOC.)

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN PIRATES OF THE CARIBBEAN. ALL RIGHTS GO TO RESPECTIVE OWNERS.

Our story starts twenty years after Will Turner became Captain of the Flying Dutchman and ten years after meeting his son and Elizabeth for the first time.

The dieing screams of men carried throughout the ship as sailors fell to the sword and pistol of the pirates attacking the merchant ship, The Porthos. Noah swung his sword, fighting off enemy after enemy, cutting down the numerous pirates. His back was against the side of the ship. Surrounded, he prepared to jump over the edge into the water below and grab a hold of one of the pieces of wood that was floating past. Canon fire rocked the boat and as it swayed side-to-side Noah was unexpectedly sent flying through the air when one of the riggings came loose and hit him. His head hit the side of the great wheel at the helm and he lapsed into unconsciousness. The last sight before his eyes slid shut was his captain falling to the sword of one of the pirates.

When he next awoke he found himself in the brig of a ship. A few of his shipmates also resided in the cell with him, but no one was awake as of yet. “Bloody Pirates,” he said to himself. “No wonder my mother spurns the lot of them.” Thinking of his mother suddenly reminded him of something rather important. “Oh shoot,” he cried. “I’m supposed to meet up with mother in a few days so we can go see Father. Shoot!” It was at this moment that the first mate strolled on up to the cell. “I see that at least on of you are up,” he said neutrally. “As soon as your buddies wake up, the captain will be requesting your presence on deck. Since you can’t exactly leave and get up there yourselves I’ll come and collect you. It’d be best if you would wake up you friends. Anyone who isn't awake in an hour will be shot.” With that the first mate left Noah to wake his mates.

By some miracle of miracles, Noah managed to awaken all of them within the hour. The first mate seemed to be a little put out by this fact. Chaining the prisoners together, he made sure to push Noah into the back of the line, directly behind Robin who was his best friend. The pirate then led the small party onto the deck. Noah blinked, as he was lead out of the dark underbelly of the ship. “When was the sun ever this bright?” he muttered to himself. Robin chuckled softly. “You’d think you’d never seen the sun before,” he responded. The two stopped their whispered banter when the group stopped before a huge chair, the rival of any monarch’s throne. A young man in his early twenties, justly slightly older than Noah, sat upon it observing the prisoners. “Each of you will step forward and present yourselves, full name and rank, when I point at you,” commanded the captain. “I wish to see if you are of any value to me.” The pirate captain went down the line, nodding thoughtfully as each person introduced themselves. Finally the captain pointed at Noah. Noah stepped forward, cleared his throat and directly looking into the eyes of the captain presented himself. “I am first mate Noah James Turner.”

Elizabeth sat in the town tavern sipping absentmindedly at her mug of rum. Her ship sailed out soon, heading towards Tortuga where she hoped to find a ship and a crew so she could start looking for Noah. It had been seventy-two hours since Will had boarded The Dutchman and left to once again ferry souls to the world beyond. He had agreed to look out for Noah and send word if he saw him. Sighing she swirled her drink in its container, watching the small, amber whirlpool in the middle. She had imagined her meeting with Will being a whole lot more…festive. But then again she hadn’t imagined that Noah would be kidnapped by Pirates, especially if the rumors held true that the ship had had black sails. A clock chimed in the distance, tolling the tenth hour of the morning. Heaving another sigh, she downed the rest of her rum and headed out of the tavern, towards the ship that waited in the harbor.

Noah was discussing with Robin possible ways to escape when the first mate appeared. Keys rattled in the door of the cell as he unlocked it. Stepping inside he beckoned at Noah to come, who ignored the first mate as if the man was not standing there. Finally the first mate walked over and pulled him out of the cell leaving Robin to stare after his friend and wonder what was going to happen. “Ungrateful, bas…” the first mate muttered as he pulled his captive on to the deck towards the throne of the captain. “Ahh, thank you Jenks,” the captain said to his first mate with a nod. “You may leave the prisoner here and go about your business, I think I can handle one little merchant sailor all by myself.” Jenks nodded and then walked away leaving Noah to face the captain. Sighing, the captain raised himself from his throne and approached Noah who stood stalk still where Jenks had left him. “We have not been properly introduced young Mister Turner,” the captain drawled. “I know who you are, but you don’t know who I am and frankly that is a shame seeing as your parents knew my father so well. Grinning wolfishly he extended his hand and shook the one Noah had warily offered forward. “I am Alex “Bloody” Beckett, captain of The Black Pearl.”

It had taken a week to arrive at Tortuga, but Elizabeth had spent nearly another one looking for a crew. Damn she thought to herself. No one was willing to go after the Black Pearl; damn. Lost in thought she wasn’t paying attention to where she was walking until she ran into someone. She landed on the ground with a thud, breaking her concentration. Cursing herself for not paying more attention to surrounding, she grabbed the proffered hand of the man she had run into and allowed him to hoist her up off the ground. “I’m so sorry,” she apologized as she began to dust herself off. “No problem love,” replied the man she had hit. Something in the back of Elizabeth’s mind began to stir. That voice sounded familiar in some way, but it was difficult to place. “You sure you’re alright?” he asked. It clicked. She remembered where she had heard that voice before. How could she forget it? “Jack Sparrow! It’s been a while since I saw you last.” Looking up she smiled only to have her smile falter when she saw a Jack Sparrow that hadn’t seemed to have aged since the last time she had seen him.

“Beckett? Your last name is Beckett?” questioned Noah.

“Of course it is you fool. Why would I lie about my own last name? Especially if I went to the trouble of telling it to you,” Beckett responded angrily.

Noah had heard all of his mother’s tales about the infamous Lord Beckett of the East Indian Trading Company that had held her and his father hostage, had killed his grandfather, and had battled all of the pirates of the world. His mother loathed the man and was pleased that he had died; such a man did not deserve to exist. She had never told him that he had had a son though; unless she hadn’t known either.

“My mother never said anything about your father having a son and she knew that man like the back of her hand, so did one of her friends,” Noah replied.

“How could she tell you about a son of Beckett she didn’t know existed? How would she or anyone for that matter know about a bastard son he had? Though I was an illegitimate son, he treated me kindly and actually treated me like a real son even if I was a mistake. I hate your parents for taking him away from me; I will have my revenge against them.”

“So you turned to piracy to do it. Wasn’t that what your father fought against, pirates and their loathsome ways? Seems like an awfully great way to repay the kindness you claim he showed towards you.”

Both men fell silent, staring angrily at the other, waiting for the other to turn away from their unannounced staring match. Alex turned away first when Jenks came running up to report that they were beginning to become low on some supplies. “I suppose we are heading off to Tortuga then,” sighed Alex as he walked back to his throne. “Take the prisoner back to the brig.”

It's done. The first chapter is done. Hurray! I hope you enjoyed it. Please Review or I may send the Kraken after you. :) (I have no idea when I'll update next.)