A/N: I saw Pirates of the Caribbean: At World's End this evening and the look on that poor boy's face and his hauntingly beautiful song gave me the inspiration for this story. Hope you all enjoy it. Thank you Dreamthreader for correcting the lyrics for me. :-D

Disclaimer: I do not own Pirates or any of its characters. They belong solely to Disney and Jerry Bruckheimer.


A Cabin Boy's Song

I am a cabin boy. My name is of no consequence. I can see the gallows before me. I hardly know why I am here. All I know is that my father was a pirate before he died three months ago. I am his cabin boy. At least, I was his cabin boy. Now I am only a boy, shackled and facing my death.

My mother pushes up the line to stand near me. I look up at her. Her face is streaked with tears but her eyes are steady as they gaze at me. She presses something into my hand, the chains on her wrist clanking but making no more noise than the other chains. I look down at the object. It's a piece-of-eight. I look up at her, confused. She strokes my cheek gently.

"Sing the song, son." She whispers. "When all else fails, sing the song."

The guards notice her not in the line and roughly pull her away. I reach for her hand but our fingers only brush together briefly before I can see her no more. I face forward, head bowed, turning the piece-of-eight over and over in my hand.

I remember the song. Mother used to sing it to me when I was little. She always said that if something terrible happened and she gave me the signal, I was to sing the song. I know now is the time. It fills me with a certain courage as I draw nearer to the platform. I keep my head down so the guards would not see the determined light in my eye.

The steps come closer and closer. I can hear the clanking of the chains in the silence following each drop of the trap door. I climb the stairs slowly. Fear grips my stomach but I hold on to that piece-of-eight. As the executioner comes down the line to loop the rope around the prisoners' necks, I open my mouth and start to sing. Softly at first, turning the coin around and around in my hands.

My courage grows and I begin to sing clearer.

"The sea be ours and by the powers, where we will, we'll roam."

Slowly but surely the prisoners begin to sing with me. I lift my eyes to the Heavens, the song becoming a cry for hope, freedom, and life.

"Yo ho, haul together, hoist the colors high. Heave ho, thieves and beggars, never shall we die."

The executioner puts a barrel in front of me, hoisting me up me places me on it.

"Yo ho, haul together, hoist the colors high. Heave ho, thieves and beggars, never shall we die."

The rope encircles my neck. I close my eyes, tightening my fist around the silver in my small hands.

"Yo ho, haul together, hoist the colors high. Heave ho, thieves and beggars, never shall we die."

The executioner places his hand on the lever. I whisper a farewell to Mother, knowing I shall meet her again in Davey Jones' Locker.

"Never shall we die."