Nine years later...

"Jack, your father and I were all aboard the Flying Dutchman," Elizabeth told Liam, holding a wooden spoon as a sword imitation, "Jack was battling Jones for the chest-" Just then, someone crashed through the door, into the house, shouting, "Announcing the arrival of Captain Jack Sparrow!" Liam exclaimed, "Jack!", running up to him, only tall enough to hug his waist.

Jack lifted Liam into his arms, grunting, "you're getting too bloody heavy!" Elizabeth sauntered over and kissed Jack. "Hello, love," he greeted her. "Hello, darling," she sighed. Liam remembered something and pointed out to Jack, "I thought you weren't coming to see us until you got the map from Uncle Teague... " "Did I say that?" Jack asked.
"Yes." Liam laughed.
"Oh, then it's a good thing I have it!"

Setting Liam down, Jack reached into his coat and pulled out a rolled up, wrinkled piece of paper. The child's face lit up as he exclaimed, "Hooray! This is going to be the best day ever!"
"And why is that, Little Liam?"
"I'm not little!" the annoyed boy complained.

Elizabeth put her spoon down and answered Jack's question, "This is going to be 'the best day ever' because, one, you're here, and, two, Liam's going to meet his father today." Liam saw Jack stiffen. The pirate replied with a smirk, "As if my coming wasn't enough... I'll come back tomorrow." He tried to step away, but Elizabeth grabbed his arm and pulled him away from the door. He groaned, "Do I HAVE to stay?" She nodded and kissed him on the cheek. Liam put on a begging face and asked, "Please, Jack?" The face had worked before. Jack knelt down to look the boy in the eye, replying, "Little Liam- I mean 'Liam'- your father has never been my biggest fan. I'm sure that when he finds out that I've been with your mommy all this time, it's not going to help any more."
Liam put a hand on Jack's shoulder. "But you let him stab Davy Jones's heart so he could live. Won;t that make him feel better?"
Jack touched a finger to his nose. "Your mum told you that story, did she?"
"Yes. Please, Jack? Stay?"
"You just wanna see what'll happen, don't you?"
Liam moaned, "Yes!"
"You're just like your mother. You've got her unstoppable curiosity." He chuckled.
"Does that mean you'll stay?"
"Jack! I want to see my father beat you up!"

Rolling his eyes, Jack stood up and let out a laugh. "HA!" he said, "You're father beating me up... I've never heard a more ridiculous thing in my life!" "You're just scared cause you know it's true," Liam teased.
"See, there's another thing you got from your mother: cluelessness."
Elizabeth shoved him slightly and took his hand, saying, "Come on, Jack. Let's go so you can get beat up." They walked to the door after Liam glided past them, calling, "Me first!"

Elizabeth followed her son as he ran up the grassy hillside overlooking the sea. The boy was singing his favorite song, "Yo ho! Yo ho! A pirate's life for me! We pillage, we plunder, we rifle and loot! Drink up, me hearties, yo ho! We kidnap and ravage and don't give a hoot! Drink up me hearties, yo ho! Yo ho! Yo ho! A pirate's life for me!"

Once they reached the top, Liam stopped, waiting. Elizabeth caught up to him, keeping a weather eye on the horizon. She looked down at the boy, who looked up at her. She put her arm on his shoulder, pulling him close. It was coming. She could feel it. The sun set. The flash of green came, then vanished. Liam's mother smiled at him and he smiled at her. The Flying Dutchman appeared on the water. "Jack!" Elizabeth yelled behind her, "He's here! Come look!" "Come on, Jack!" Liam encouraged him. The pirate came trudging up the hill, groaning, "I'm coming! I'm coming!" "Hurry!" Liam yelled. Jack quickened his pace, then stopped abruptly, almost running into the boy.

Suddenly, Elizabeth heard footsteps coming from her left. She turned to find Will walking towards them. She ran up to her husband and embraced him, saying, "It's so good to see you!" "I missed you so much, Elizabeth," he said in her ear.
"I missed you too, Will. I have someone that I would like you to meet."

She let go of Will and took Liam by the hand, bringing him over to his father. He seemed shy for once. "Will, Elizabeth said, "I would like to introduce you to your son, William Turner the third." "I'm called 'Liam'," the boy put in. Will's face was happier than Elizabeth had ever seen. He bent down and hugged his son for the first time.

As she watched this special moment, Elizabeth felt a tear down her cheek. A hand wiped it away. Jack. She turned and smiled at him. This day had finally come. She had been awaiting it both excitedly and nervously for many years.

She had been excited to see Will again, for hse truly missed him. Not to mention, she couldn't wait for Liam to meet him. Telling him stories about Will never seemed enough.

The nervousness, however, sometimes seemed to overpower the excitement. How would she tell Will that she was with Jack? That she loved Jack with all of her heart. That she had been at sea with Jack almost as long as Will had been gone? She had no idea.

"You look good, William," Jack said. "You as well, Jack," Will replied.
"How were your ten years at sea?"
"Long. tiring. But it appears to have been worth the wait." He patted Liam's head.
"Aye. You've got a good lad there."
"I don't mean to seem rude, Jack, but, why are you here?"
"You know, Will, it's funny that you should ask. I was asking myself that exact question about an hour ago."
Elizabeth interrupted, "Why don't we head over to the house? Yes?"

Jack followed behind Elizabeth with Will and Liam. The son was telling his father all about himself. Will listened intently, with a hand on Liam's shoulder. "I started to walk when I was two," Liam said, "Mum says I only fell down once, but Jack says he had to help me across the deck." "The deck?" Will inquired.
"Of the Black Pearl. That's where I took my first steps."
"And Jack was there?"
"And Mum."
Will looked at Jack with questioning eyes, but Jack couldn't bring it upon himself to meet his gaze. The captain of the Flying Dutchman urged his son, "Tell me more."
"When I was four, I accidentally shot Uncle Ragetti with a pistol."
"You WHAT?!"
"But he can't die, so he's okay."
"He's immortal?"
"Yes. So are Uncle Pintel, Mister Barbossa, Uncle Gibbs, Uncle Marty, Uncle Cotton-"
"They went to the Fountain of Youth."
Will looked at Jack, but asked Liam, "So, are your mother and Jack immortal too?"
"No. They didn't drink from it."
"Why not?"
"I don't know. They never told me."
"Oh. What else?"
"Well, when I was seven, Jack got me my first sword. That was when Mister Barbossa had taken the Pearl again."
"Yes. But we got the Pearl back. And my sword's only wooden."
"Good. I don't want you to get hurt."
"Mum and Jack got me my hat for Christmas last year."
"THEY did?"
"Yes... THEY did. As in, they stole it TOGETHER. Didn't Mum tell you?"
"Tell me what?"
"That she and Jack-"
Jack covered the boy's mouth and finished his sentence, lying, "-have missed you so very much!"
Elizabeth suggested, "Let's go in the house, shall we?"

She opened the door and led them inside. Jack started chewing on his nails nervously. He took his hand off of Liam's mouth. The boy whined, "Your hand tastes awful!" "You're short!" Jack teased, insulted.
"You smell funny!"
"Bilge rat!"
"Cod beast!"
"What's a-"
"Jack!" Elizabeth scorned, "Do not teach my son those vile words!"

"What's going on here?" Will asked everyone in the room. Elizabeth stuttered, leaning on a chair, "Wh-what do you mean?"
"Liam's been on the Pearl? Jack was there when Liam took his first steps? You all speak to each other like you've been together forever. Like... "
Liam tried, "Like we're a family?"
"... yes." Will lowered his eyes.
"But we are a family. Mum, Jack, you and I."
Will looked at Elizabeth, "What's going on? Just tell me, Elizabeth. I feel so out of place."

Jack pulled Liam back to him and sighed. "Lizzie," he said, "go in your bedroom and talk to Will. Little Liam and I will stay in here." "I'm not little," Liam mumbled under his breath. Elizabeth pleaded, "But, Jack-"
"Elizabeth... "
"I can't do it. I'm not ready."
"We talked about this. Go."
She bit her lip. "Alright. Let's go, Will."

When they were in her bedroom, Jack asked Liam, "Want me to tell you about how I convinced Uncle Teague to give me the map?" "After you tell me one thing," Liam replied.
"And what would that be?"
"Is Mum in trouble?"
He chuckled. "Not as much as I'm in."

Elizabeth shut the door behind herself when she and Will were in her bedroom alone. She didn't know what to do, what to say. She knew she should just let the truth spill out of her mouth, but her heart only permitted her to be silent.

"Do you love him, Elizabeth?" Will asked, breaking the silence. Her heart stopped. She hiccuped. "Beg pardon?" she asked, cocking her head in a way that reminded her of the other pirate in her living room.
"You heard me."
"Why do you ask?"
"Why won't you answer? Just tell me."
"I... I can't... I'm sorry, Will, but... "
"You do, don't you?"

Will lifted her chin so that she had no choice but to meet his gaze. Her eyes were brimmed with tears. "Tell me, Elizabeth," he stated. She bit her lip. "I'm sorry, Will," she said, "but, then again, I'm not. I'll always love you, but... " Her voice drifted. He swallowed and his mouth went dry. She finally finished her sentence, "I love him, too." All he could say was, "I see."
"Will, I do! I love him so much! I know it's wrong, I do! It's horribly wrong! Shame on me for loving another man when I'm married to you! He knows it's wrong too, but-"
"Does he love you? Does he love you back?"
"You wouldn't believe me if I told you. No one would. And no one does. Captain Jack Sparrow in love? Why, it still sounds like rubbish to ME!"
"Do YOU love ME?"
"I... of course. You're the father of my son!"
"Is that all, though?"
"I... Will, you were one of my best friends through childhood. We grew up together. You've been there for me whenever I've needed you. I'll love you in all of those ways... but not the way I love Jack."
"You want to be with him, don't you? Really. I mean, I can certainly tell that you've been with him while I was gone, but your marriage to me was holding you back-"
"Don't say it like that!"
"It's true. Elizabeth, you love him and he loves you back. That's a miracle itself." He suppressed a grin.
"I can't do it anymore, Will. You don't know what it's like." Her mood had gone from dreadfully, matter-of-factly honest, to glum.
"What?" he asked confusedly.
"The waiting. The ten years on waiting.You'll be leaving me again at the end of the day and I won't see you for another ten years. When I married you, I didn't know what I was getting into. We married before you were... cursed. You didn't know what you were getting into either. You didn't expect for me to have to wait. And I can't do it anymore. I can look forward to you arrival, but I can't wait-"
"You don't want to be married to me anymore." He knew he had to say it.
"I... I can't stand being married to you, and having mt heart belong to Jack. It isn't right."
"How could we end it?"
"Well, it only took words to marry us. It should only take words to end it."
"Elizabeth, I love you."
"Oh, Will, I love you too. Just not in the same way."
"Please know one thing, though." He looked her directly in the eyes.
"I'm glad for you. Even though you won't be with me, I'll still be able to live in content, knowing that you're happy."

Will held his arms open, inviting her to hug him. She smiled the most beautiful smile he'd ever seen and accepted. She wrapped her arms around him. Every word he'd said since he's walked through the door had been completely honest. After leaving her, he knew he owed her that much.

The end of the day was near. The sun was getting closer and closer to the horizon. Liam knew his father would have to leave soon. The special day had been spent getting to know each other and catching up. The boy was so glad that he finally got to meet his father. Now, he was spying on him and Jack, who were in the kitchen. "Jack," Will was saying, "before I go, there's something I have to do." Jack raised an eyebrow and asked in worry, "... what?"
"Just consider it a... goodbye present."
"No, Will, let's not get all sentimental-"
Liam watched his father punch Jack in the nose. Will said, "You deserved that one."
The other pirate nodded, holding his hurt nose. "Agreed. Shall we just call it square then?"
"I think you got got the better half of the deal, but I guess we can."
"I always liked you."

Liam laughed behind the hand he had put over his mouth, then he hears his mother's voice behind him, "Spying, are we?" He turned and felt himself blush, embarrassed. She held his hand and led him into the kitchen. The two men faced the mother and child. Liam saw his father smile awkwardly at him and heard him say, "It's nearly sunset." The boy sniffled and nodded, trying not to cry.

Everyone went down to the shore to say their goodbyes. Will and Jack shook hands. "Take care of the, Jack, or I'll kill you," Will warned. "I'll keep that in mind," the other pirate replied. Elizabeth threw her arms over Will and hugged him tightly. Liam could have sworn that he heard her whisper in his father's ear, "Thank you." Will kissed her forehead and let go of her. He knelt down and smiled at his son. Liam swallowed the lump in his throat and hugged him. "It was so good to finally meet you," Will said. "You can't leave," Liam demanded, "it's not fair!"
"No, Liam, it's not. But, I'll see you again in ten years and you'll be older. You'll have a real sword and we can have a duel."
"That would be fun!"

Will took the hat off of Liam's head and ruffled his hair, then put it back on. "Do what your mother tells you," he said, "And DON'T do what Jack tells you." Liam giggled, "I know." Will stood back up and uttered one last "goodbye" before walking into the water and disappeared in a flash of green.

Elizabeth awoke to find Liam shaking her awake. "Mum!" he whispered in the darkness. She groaned, "Liam, I'm NOT going to tell another story tonight. Please go back to sleep." "But, Mum," he said, "there's someone outside!"
She shot up. "What?!"
"I think there's someone outside!" He seemed scared.
"Where's Jack?"
"I don't know! I can't find him!"

Throwing off her covers and grabbing her sword, Elizabeth shouted to Liam, "Stay here!" She charged out the door, sword drawn. The blackness of the night blinded her, letting her only use her ears. She listened closely, until she heard a thump. It was coming from the roof. She climbed the ladder that was leaning on the side of the house, up to the roof and what she found was not what she was expecting at all.

Jack was sitting up there with a lantern, legs crossed, looking up at the stars. Elizabeth stepped closer and put her sword away. She figured it all out in an instant. Jack was the "someone" outside. "What is the meaning of this?" she asked, annoyed. He tore his eyes from the stars and looked at her with a smile, replying, "I knew the only reason you'd get out of bed would be an opportunity for bloodshed."
"And you used my son for your little game." She glared.
"He was merely a tool. I was the grand architect." His teeth shined from the light in the lantern.
"Well, could you tell me why I'm up here so that I can go back to bed?"
He patted his leg. "Come. Sit."

Elizabeth tossed her braided hair back and plopped onto Jack's lap with a yawn. He wrapped his arms around her waist and she caressed his hands. The stars were all out, each just as bright as the next. The moon seemed so dim compared to their light. Finally, Jack ended the quiet of the night, whispering, "Another ten years." "Ten years," Elizabeth echoed.
"A lot can be accomplished in ten years."
She nodded. "We can take that trip to the Mediterranean that we keep putting off."
"Don't you think it would be more fun if we did it TOGETHER?"
"Together? Of course we'll be together!"
"I mean legally together... matrimonially together."
She felt her eyes grow big. "M-matrimonially?"
"Love, who am I?"
"Captain Jack Sparrow."
"And what am I?"
She knew where this was going. "Captain of a ship."
"Did you know that my being captain of a ship means that I can in fact perform a... marr-i-age right here? Right on this roof? Right NOW?"
"... really?"
"And did you also know that I know two people who should take advantage of this small piece of trivia about myself?"
"Do you? Do I know them?" She played along.
"Please tell me they're both single."
"They are now."
"Are they in love?"
"I'm pretty sure." He kissed her ear.
"Give me a hint."
"The woman is blond, beautiful, smart, curious, stubborn, difficult-"
"And the man? Please tell me the other is a man."
"Yes. He is."
"Is he handsome, charming, devious, irresistible, ridiculous-"
"Well, I think I know who the woman is." She reached back and played with his dreadlocks.
"Does she want to marry the man?"
"Very much so. But she doesn't know if the man feels that same way."
"But it was the man's idea in the first place."
"Was it? He's not just doing it for the woman's sake?"
"He's doing it for both their sakes," he whispered seductively in her ear.
"Ah... "
"Elizabeth, enough games. Will you marry me?"

The smile on her face stretched from ear to ear. She couldn't believe what she was hearing. A proposal? Was she dreaming? She turned around in his lap and stared into his chocolate brown eyes. "Do you mean it, Jack?" she asked. "Every word, love," he replied.
"We have his blessing. I talked to him about it while I was tucking him in."
She giggled. "You asked for his permission?"
"Of course. This involves him too."
She laid her head on his shoulder.
"Marry me, Lizzie."
"I will, Jack. I want to. I love you."

He leaned down and kissed her. She felt him do something. He took something out of his coat pocket and set it in her lap. She looked down to find marriage papers. He held a pen in front of her face. "Sign here," he instructed, pointing. She held the pen and started to write, but she stopped after only writing the "E". "Changed your mind?" he asked. She stated, "We need vows."
"Vows. You know... for richer or poorer... sickness and in health... "
"Oh. You want a ceremony." He understood.

Jack took the pen and papers and set it aside. Elizabeth sat up and took her hair out of the braid, shaking her head so that her hair would fall across her shoulders. She smoothed out the wrinkles of her nightgown and wrapped her arms around his neck. "Ready," she said. He cleared his throat and began, "Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today... er, tonight, to join myself and Elizabeth in holy matrimony. Anyone think we shouldn't?" Of course, no one objected. "Good. Do you, Captain Elizabeth Swann, take me, Captain Jack Sparrow, to be your husband for richer or poorer... although, we'll never be poor cause we'll pillage everything we'll be needing... in sickness and in health... but, I never get sick, so that won't matter... 'til death so us part?"
"I do."
"And, I, Captain Jack Sparrow, promise all those things, but I also promise to be faithful, although I am most certain that we will both drive each other completely insane and there will be times we will want to kill each other. And I promise to take care of your son as if he were my own flesh and blood."
"Thank you," she whispered against his lips.
"I pronounce us husband and wife. Now, I shall kiss my bride."

Jack pulled Elizabeth close to him and kissed her. She kissed him back, pushing him down so that he was laying on the roof. She laid on top of her new husband, kissing the man she loved. He cupped the sides of her face and planted kisses all over her. She drew patterns on his chest with her finger.

Stretching to the pen and papers, Elizabeth got hold of them and signed her name sloppily on the proper line. After, she pressed the paper and writing utensil to Jack's stomach. Still kissing her, he got them and reached around her, holding the papers up, writing his name anywhere on them, in midair. Once he'd put them back into his coat, the new couple continued to kiss, each of them knowing that, for this brief moment, they were doing the right thing.

Liam sneaked back into the house. He was done spying. Things were getting too mushy on the roof for him. Closing the door quickly behind him, he tiptoed back to his room. Reaching into the darkness for his bed, he realized he'd bumped into something. Not something, SOMEONE. "What were you just doing out dere, William?" a voice asked. Suddenly, a light appeared. In front of him was a woman. She was holding a burning light in her hands.

A little frightened, Liam asked, "Who are you?" The woman smiled and replied, "A presence."
"A present?" he asked in confusion.
She laughed. "A presence. One dat's been dere all along. When you were born, when you took your first steps, when you stole your first coin... I was watching when you tried rum for da first time while witty Jack wasn't looking... when-"
"I'm scared."
"Don't be. I was only checking on your mudder. I won't 'urt you. Da only storms I'll create in your life are da ones at sea."
He understood now. "You're Calypso. My mum told me about you. Why are you here?"
"I told you. To check on your mudder. But, it is good to see you up close."
"Uh... it's good to see you too."
"You 'ave a touch a destiny about you."
"Uh-oh." He stepped back.
"What's da matter?"
"When you said that to my father, you meant he was going to be captain of the Flying Dutchman. I don't want that job." He shook his head.
"I mean it differently for you. You will be great. A pirate legend. You will go on extraordinary voyages, battle forces a nature dat you never believed could exist, collide wit da most infamous a men and obtain riches fit for a king. Your life will be lived in a one ting your mudder only got a 'old a recently."
"What?" the future legend asked.