2A/N: I'm back. Sorry for the long wait (What am I going on about? I've never written for PotC before, so none of you know me).
Whatever. I was just rewatching DMTNT again and getting hooked on Fanfiction, and things like that, so I decided to write this because why not.
Also, I am not an expert on the western world of the lovely 1740's, and this is a work of fiction that should not be expected to be completely historically accurate, not unlike the PotC movies.
-SunStar706
Having a Heart
Will Turner sat up in his bed in the Captain's quarters of The Flying Dutchman. He could sense that something was different. The tossing and turning of his fitful sleep had become much more natural. Will reached for the candle next to his bed. Lighting it, he pulled back the covers to look himself over. All of the barnacles covering his chest and face were gone. Also, the fact that the candle had not gone out the second Will had lit it meant that The Dutchman wasn't underwater where the crew had anchored it about a hundred miles off the northeastern coast of Brazil. Apprehensively, Will put one hand on his chest. There was a steady thumping inside which quickened at the discovery of itself.
Will leapt out of bed, and strode out of the door of the room, grabbing his coat of the peg. He entered the crew cabin and knelt beside his father, shaking Bootstrap's shoulder.
'Will? It's half past the middle of the- Well bless my barnacles!'
'You don't have any.' Will replied.
'Bless my barnacles!' Bootstrap said again, inspecting himself, 'I would say I don't! I wonder, did someone break the curse?'
'If Henry had any say in it, it would have been him.'
'And I would have to agree.'
Will stood up and looked around the cabin. 'Alright, lads, on deck!'
The Dutchman's crew grumbled as they rolled out of bed. The groaning was replaced quickly, however, as the men noticed each other's lack of barnacles.
Will clattered up the stairs and on to the deck with the crew behind him, pulling on coats over their nightshirts.
'Where are we?' One of the men asked, and with good reason. Not only were they not on the bottom of the ocean, they were also not in Brazil. Will pulled his spy glass out of his jacket pocket and studied the landmass about 20 miles away.
'Looks tropical to me.' Said another crew member.
'So how do you know it's not Brazil?' Another wondered.
'Brazil looked different.'
'Well, Brazil, as well as this place, is tropical.'
'Yes, but not all tropical places look the same.'
'Will you two shut it?' Will asked them, 'We're in southern Florida.'
'Why?' Asked the first crewman.
'If I knew, I would tell you.' Will replied, 'If anyone wants to get off here, find someone to take you in a dinghy. When they get back, we'll chart a course straight to Port Royal.'
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About ten hours later, off the coast of Port Royal, Jamaica
Will stood at the wheel of The Flying Dutchman as it floated into the harbor of Port Royal, turning the wheel ever so slightly every few seconds. It was evening, and the setting sun was turning the hills a pleasant golden hue. Looking out across the land, Will could the town, as it's inhabitants turned in to sleep for the night, closing up their shops, cooking supper, and telling their children bedtime stories. The sight was enough to make a wide grin split Will's face. It was a truly magical sight to someone who had not set foot on land- Not even a sandbar- in nine years, three months, and twenty-three days. Not that he was counting.
Jack Sparrow was leaning over the side of his ship, The Black Pearl, hollering at Will. 'Well, if it isn't William Turner, barnacle free and curse-less! I say William, your son's going to have quite the story for you!'
'Hullo, Captain!' Will shouted back, 'I can't wait to hear it! Am I right in assuming he got you involved after I told him not to?'
'Quite right, indeed!'
'Good to see you, Jack!'
'And you!'
Will turned back to his course as he navigated the waters around Port Royal. He gave the order to drop anchor as he reached his destination. He pulled the spy glass back out to see What must be Henry standing on one of the hills waiting for him with a young girl about his age whom Will had never met.
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Will climbed out of the dinghy as it hit the beach, followed by Bootstrap. Looking up at his son, Will realized that Having a heart would be a much better experience then missing it.
