Fan Fiction ❯ Bonds through Time and Space ❯ Chapter 1

Kathrine: We had no school today so this is what we worked on.

JC: Yeah, it's not as long as the Prologue, but any PotC lovers finally get what they wanted.

Kathrine: Look into things and you'll see many connections.

JC: And because this is AU we made up a year and many of other thing because we were too tired to research.

Kathrine: So anything out of lace or incorrect in historical standards, just go with.

JC: Now we hope you like this, not as bad as the Prologue, but that's only because we haven't gotten to the good stuff yet.

Kathrine: And this chapter is all about Will, so no 'Lass or Middle Earth, sorry.

Disclaimer: This story is not affiliated in any way shape of form with Disney or Tolkien Enterprises. This is merely for fun and we get no profit. If we did own it we would have Legolas, Will, Aragorn, and Jack as our body slaves to do whatever we wished with.

Warnings: Implied Slash, Sexual harassment, Character death, Dark themes, evil pirates, no Legolas. Crossover with PotC.

Bonds through Time and Space

By JC and Jennifer and Kathrine

Chapter 1

Coast of Kent County, Great Britain - 1755 AD

He forced himself onto the sands, his body shaking and his chest heaving with the coughs. Water spewed from his mouth with every retch. The air was cold and it was the middle of the day. He was so tired…His mind wasn't actually working, his body only following its intentions of self-preservation. But as soon as he was a few feet from the tide's reach, he collapsed his last bit of strength giving out.

He didn't want to give up though. He wanted to keep going. Something told him that he needed to keep going, a strange emptiness that filled his soul as if part of him was missing. His eyes were open, but not seeing. They were glazed with delirium and the cold he'd just escaped from.

" Oh Mother of God!"

Someone was yelling. He lifted his head slightly, but his eyes were still hazy. He couldn't see clear enough before it fell back against the sands. It sounded as if someone was running through the sand, but he couldn't feel it, the ground still. Suddenly hands were touching him. He shook even more. He tried to wriggle free, to push the hands away. But he was so tired. He couldn't get his limbs to work properly. Nothing was cooperating with him.

" William?" it sounded like a female's voice. But where was he? " Is he all right? Oh, he's just a boy!"

" Edith, he's freezing to death!" he heard the same deep voice again. Someone lifted him up to a sitting position. There was the sound of cloth rubbing against cloth before something heavy and warm was wrapped around him. " We need to get him home. You go to the Miller's down the road and see if they will get the town doctor for us. He needs to be warmed and quickly."

This sounded wrong, who were these people? Why were they helping him? What was going on?

" Bill, look at his side!" the female cried in alarm.

Suddenly a hand was waist, pulling away the cloth that was tied there. Why was it tied there? Where had it come from?

" He's all right, a very bad scar there though," the deep voice commented. " What could have happened to him? How did he get out here?"

" It doesn't matter," the female stated. " Right now all he needs is our attention."

" True, now go to the Millers'," the male urged her.

" Quite right," the female seemed to agree. There was the sound of the sands shifting, like someone running and the second presence was gone from his proximity.

" Oh my poor lad." A hand ran through his hair, curving the rounded edge of his ear. The arms lifted him up, tightening the cloth that cloaked him even tighter. Then he was pulled into strong arms and held close to a warm chest. He could hear the heartbeat and the breathing pattern. The act felt so familiar, so caring…so safe. An image of blonde hair and a loving smile came to him and he sighed contentedly before succumbing to a dreamless resting state.

*****

Plymouth, Great Britain - 1760 AD

" Come here Will!" Mrs. Turner called her son to her. " Do you want to be late for the ship to the New World?"

" Coming Mama!" she heard the twelve(almost thirteen!)-year old reply as the sound of rushing feet met her ears. Suddenly, a young boy came hurrying out of the back room, dressed properly in dark black slacks and a white blouse. In his hand he held a small bag that carried all of his valuables. His dark brown hair was pulled back with a black tie and he looked well and clean.

" I am ready to go," he told her. " Now we can go to see Father."

" Yes Will, we can," she agreed. " And your father will be very proud of you."

" I hope so," he admitted. " Maybe in the New World I can become a swordsman. I can fight battles and protect people. You know, just like I protect you Mama."

The blonde woman smiled at him. " We'll have to see when we get there, William."

" Or maybe I could be in the Navy?" Will thought out loud as they exited the small cottage home, now theirs no longer. " I could be a swordsman and be at sea at the same time! The ocean is wonderful, it so free and happy there. Would Father like that Mother?"

" Your father would be proud of you no matter what," she told him. " He loves you very much. And once we meet up with him in the New World he shall tell you so himself."

" Really?" the brunette child didn't seem so sure. " I hope so."

" What's wrong, dear?" his mother inquired at the moment she noticed his somber state.

" I don't know," he answered truthfully. " But it just seems like something is wrong. I don't want anything to ruin our trip."

Mrs. Turner smiled down at her young child. "Do not fret child," she assured him. " Nothing will go wrong. We're going to the New World, we'll find your father and who knows, maybe he'll even have a few gifts for you."

" All right!" he beamed happily. " If anything does go wrong, I'll protect you Mama. I'll even fight Pirates if I have to!"

" Pirates?" her eyes went wide for a moment, feigning shock. " Oh you're so brave to wish to protect me from such scoundrels!"

" Warriors have to be brave," he told her. " And that's what I'm going to be, somehow, some way, I'll be a warrior."

" And I'll be the happiest mother in the both Worlds to see it," she told him, giving him a gently kiss on the brow. " Now hurry, we mustn't be late."

" Yes Mama," he agreed as he followed her quickly down the street to the dock where they would be leaving to meet his father. William Turner was a merchant, sailing the world and bringing small trinkets home for his wife and child. His son was named directly after him. But he was nearing the age when he would take apprenticeship to someone, or joining the boys whom would train the next few years to join the Royal Navy.

His mother had decided that they would go to the New World and find his father, who Will hadn't seen in almost a whole year. They'd gotten rid of everything they couldn't bring with them, selling most, but giving away some to those they knew needed it. Will had even given up most of his toys, giving them to the children he knew didn't have much of their own. He didn't mind, his father always brought something home for him anyway. And now they were on their way to find his father and maybe he could actually decide what he wanted to do when he got older. He was almost grown as it was; he didn't have much time to decide left.

*****

There was fire everywhere outside. People were shouting and scream and there was a scent he knew, but wasn't well acquainted with, in the air…blood. His mother was holding him tightly to her breast as she stared out of the small hidden peephole at the chaos around them. He could hear the sounds of swords clashing and people fighting outside the door, but she refused to let him have a look for himself.

The fog had been thick that day and the crew of the merchant ship they'd bought passage aboard had been wary of it from that morning. They knew that things could happen when it was hard to see. But they still couldn't have seen the shadowy ship that had come upon them in the evening. They had been prepared, but their numbers were not as great as those of their attackers.

His mother had immediately run out of sight, pulling her son with her. Will did not wanted to hide, even though he was scared just as much as she. To him it was his duty to fight, to protect his Mama. But he had followed her desire and hid with her, away from the bloodshed she didn't want him to pay witness to. She didn't want him to see the death of the men he had come to admire in the months they'd spent on the ship.

Suddenly the door to the small compartment they hid in was pulled on. Of course it had been locked from the inside, but whoever was fighting it didn't seem to care. " There must be something valuable in this thing!" he seemed to shout to someone else.

Will stared up at his mother with fearful eyes. She gave him a short glance before her eyes went back to the door that was being pulled and wrenched in its hinges, her arms tightening even more around her child's back. She knew it was inevitable now that they would be found. Her only hope was that her son would be spared in some way. She'd do anything to keep him from being harmed.

" Mama…" the boy whispered.

" It's all right Will," she lied to him. " Don't worry." Her hand suddenly went to the small pouch that she always kept tied to her sash around her waist, the precious gift she held. Immediately, she used one hand to untie the bag from around her sash and pulled it in front of her, into the small amount of light they could get from the hole in the door. The leather bag dangled by its strings.

" What is…?" her son started to ask.

" Something your father didn't want me to give you until you were the right age," she whispered. She tied the pouch's strings around Will's left wrist, knotting it so that it wouldn't fall and then tucked it into his sleeve. " It's very important Will. Don't lose it."

" Why?" he asked.

" Your father will tell you when you meet him. Only open it then," she answered. The brunette child didn't question further, but he noticed the strange way that his mother didn't say 'when we meet him' as per usual when she spoke of getting to wherever his father was. Why was she worried? He was going to protect her. The door was finally wrenched from its hinges. He jumped back and his mother gasped in start.

"Oh look what we have here." It was two of the pirates who had attacked the ship. One was shorter and 'wider' than the other, scraggly hair falling to his shoulders, the other was tall and lanky with short cut hair. But what caught Will was the way one of his eyes moved erratically in its socket, not staring at anything.

" What a pretty poppet," the shorter one smiled, his teeth decaying and grimy. " And she's even got a li'l lad wit' her."

Will frowned through his fear, moving to put himself between his mother and the two marauders. " Leave her alone!" he shouted.

" And a feisty lad at tha'," the tall one chuckled. " The Cap'n will like you." He reached out to grab Will's arm, but the boy smacked it away.

This only caused the two to laugh. The shorter one reached in then and snatched the boy by the back of the head, ripping him from his mother's embrace and pulling him onto the deck. " No!" she cried out. " Please leave him be, he's only a boy!"

The taller one merely grabbed her arm and forced her from their small hiding place as well. Her legs hurt at the suddenness of the blood flooding back into them after being cramped for so long. She almost stumbled, but caught herself.

" Mama!" Will called out to her. He wanted to go to her, reached out with his hand, but the pirate wrenched his head, hair being pulled from their follicles. He winced in pain as another hand grabbed his arm and twisted it behind his back.

" Stop," his mother pleaded. " He's only a boy!"

" Oh yes," the pirate smiled. " The Cap'n likes strong young lads." His mother's eyes widened, filled with fear.

" NO!" she shook her head. The pirate slapped her across the face.

He growled at her, " Shut up or else we'll send ya both to Davie Jones' Locker!"

She quieted, knowing that they would indeed do so if they so felt like it. Will finally took a good look at the destruction around them. There were bodies everywhere. The smell of smoke filled the air from the small fires that were lit around the ship. Everything was falling apart and he could not see one of the sailor merchants that had been apart of the ship's crew…alive anyway. Tears came to his eyes for a moment.

I won't cry, he told himself. Men aren't supposed to cry.

They were led through the chaos of what was left, pulled and shoved by the two pirates. Will wanted to fight back, to beat the man who hit his mother to a pulp and rip out what little hair the man grabbing him had on his head and see how much he liked it. But if he did his mother could be harmed in the process, he couldn't take the chance of them hurting her. He was suppose to protect her, not bring harm upon her.

They were led to across the deck to the side that the pirate ship had run against and then led across a makeshift bridge onto the other ship. The brunette looked up as they crossed taking note of the black sails the ship. He'd never seen a ship with black sails before. Suddenly they were surrounded by what looked to be nearly a hundred men. They all crowded around them, anxious to see the surprises that the other two had brought on board., in turn pushing them back against the end of the deck.

Men were getting closer to his mother, sniffing her hair, touching her face. Will growled in anger. No one was allowed to touch his mother like that! He immediately pulled back and elbowed the pirate that held him in the gut. The man gasped and let go of his charge, bending over in pain. Will stepped on his foot then and rushed towards his mother while is captor hopped up and down.

Everyone was startled by the actions of the small lad. He kicked the man that held his mother and pulled her to him. He wouldn't let these rude ruffians manhandle his mother! " Will!" his mother seemed scared then. She didn't want her son to be harmed and his actions then had only increased that probability.

" Stay away from her!" the twelve-year old shouted. " Leave her alone!"

The pirates were not frightened by him. They actually laughed in his face. " Quite a live one you've found!" a dark-skinned man stated. " The Cap'n will enjoy having some 'fun' with him!"

Will didn't like their insinuations. He didn't stray from his mother's side. The crowd was shoved back as the short pirate that he'd retaliated against rushed forward with a dark look in his eyes. " Why you li'l…!"

A large dark hand stopped him from coming any closer. He looked up the see a tall powerful-looking dark man staring down at him. " The Captain wants them left unharmed," he stated. " For now…"

" Aye there, Bo'sun," the short man nodded. " Whatever the Cap'n says." Will could tell that the pirate was quite scared of the much large man. He had what appeared to upraised tattoos or boils and bumps curving around his collarbone and on his face. His hands were so large and taunt that it seemed they could snap him in two with merely a twist of even his smallest finger.

" Good, I'm glad you're so obedient," a voice laughed from the background. The crowd all moved, a direct pathway spreading out from the center to the person who had spoken. It was undoubtedly a man. He had a very broad hat on his head and wore a blue over coat and trousers. He had deep indentations, much like wrinkles, all over his face and a strange gleam in his eyes. " Now let us see what nice treasure we've found."

Will couldn't speak. His eyes were trained on the newcomer who was most likely who everyone spoke of, the Captain. It was as if a cold chill had settled permanently on his spine, freezing him to the very core. Something was wrong with this man, something that his body understood, but his mind refused to comprehend. Maybe he was too young as of yet to do so.

His mother kneeled next to him and wrapped her arms about his waist, her eyes also on the man approaching them. Her grip was almost painful, showing how afraid she truly was. Her eyes widened in shock, as if she had realized some darkened secret, something she'd ever known before.

" B-Barbossa?" she whispered in disbelief.

" Edith?" the man returned. " Well isn't this a pleasant surprise if I ever saw one."

Will was confused. His mother knew this man, this pirate? " Mother?" Will turned his eyes to her, seeking the answers he so wanted.

" 'Mother'?" the Captain repeated, his eyes shocked as well. " This boy is your son? Then that would mean…" His words ended. He turned his attention to the boy himself, cold eyes burning into him, filling him with dread. " What is your name boy?"

" Don't answer…" his mother started, only to be smacked in the face once more. Will turned to glare at the man who had done it, another dark-skinned man with untamed braids in his hair and frizzy mustache to match.

" Now I shall ask again, what is your name lad?" It seemed that the Captain didn't have much patience.

" William Turner," he answered truthfully, afraid his mother would be struck again if he answered falsely. Why should he lie anyway? What could be wrong with his name? But the crew seemed shocked by his name. Everyone was whispering to each other and smirks crept across their faces. One word seemed to keep spreading through them, 'Bootstrap'.

" Named after your father I presume?" the Captain, this Barbossa, seemed quite pleased with his reply. " I bet people say you look like him, but have your mother's eyes."

" That's enough!" his mother shouted. " Let him be! He's only a boy! He's done nothing wrong! Place your revenge upon me, but let him be!"

Barbossa only smirked. With a nod of his head the blonde was grabbed, wrenched from her son's side. Will tried to keep her with him, but another pirate, the tall one from before, grabbed him by the shoulders, holding him still. The Captain neared him, the smirk ever present on his features. A hand snaked out, grasping his chin and turning him this way and that, almost as if the man was appraising him in some way.

" I do see a little of your father in you boy," he told him. " In the way you act, so bold and 'brave'. But oh, your father has blue eyes, so you must get these from your mother. Such deep eyes you have, don't you know that?" The hand was not as hurtful now, releasing his chin to slide up his cheek, caressing it gently. " But you are your father's son."

Will turned his face away from the man, not sure what was going on. What was he getting on about? Why was he touching him this way? How did the Captain know his father? Why was he so afraid? He was almost shaking. Barbossa sent a shiver to his very soul. There was something not right about this man. Something dark and evil that was trying to get out and take him in, infect him with its darkness.

" I wonder how much of you is your father," he finally stated. " Your father was a very great man, very great." The double meaning of the man's words didn't register to him. Then the hand wasn't touching his face anymore. It was sliding down to his shoulder, massaging the skin there for a moment before continuing on. It ran across his chest, fingers dipping into the spaces between the buttons on his shirt and vest before moving down further to his navel.

Will couldn't move, so scared into stillness was he. He didn't know what was going on. He was so frightened that his breath was catching in his throat and coming out as quiet gasps. What was Barbossa doing? Why couldn't he fight him off, convince his body to fight back? What did it know that he didn't?

A cry rang out from the group as the hand was about to descend past the waistline of his britches. The Captain spun away. One of his crew was holding their arm as blood ran from a deep wound and a streak of blonde was rushing at him. Mrs. Turner lunged herself at Barbossa and tried to stabbed him with the dagger she held. He held her off with great difficulty.

" Run Will!" he heard his mother cry. He stomped on the foot of the man that held in again and moved backwards. " Run!"

He was backing up, the crew was surging towards him. He needed to get away, they were too close. He had no way out. Suddenly he felt himself hitting against something and tipping over. It hadn't occurred to him that he had reached the edge of the boat until he was failing over the railing. " Mother!" he cried out.

The blonde woman turned her eyes to her son rapidly falling to greet the ocean and allowed Barbossa the chance to bury his sword deep into her stomach. She bent over in agony. Everything blanked for a moment, but came in an instant. She was falling to the ground, sliding off of the cold steel. " You wench!" the Captain sneered. " He'll live to regret your actions."

She laughed at him. She knew he'd never find her son now. The boy was like a fish in water and could swim away before he'd even get the chance to catch him. If anything the boy would hide and wait until he was sure that no one else was looking for him before searching for help. And maybe he was dead, floating lifeless in the water.

Anything is better, she told herself as she felt her life force quickly slipping away. He won't have my Will…

Barbossa watched the woman he'd hated for almost twenty years die at his feet. He spit on her in anger. " All of ya to the edge, search for the boy!" he commanded. " And burn that wretched ship, let it sink inflames to the bottom of the ocean!"

*****

He lifted his head from the water and gasped in deep breaths of air. He'd swam for as long as he could beneath the surface before forcing himself to come up for air. He turned around now and saw how large the flames had become. The ship was going to either burn of sink; of that he was completely sure. Mother… he thought. He couldn't get to her now. She's dead…I know he killed her…Oh Mama…

Tears sprung to his eyes, but he held them back. He couldn't cry. His mother wouldn't want him to cry, his father wouldn't. Instead he let himself be filled with anger. He wanted to kill every single man that was on that ship, make them pay for what had been done to his mother. They couldn't be allowed to get away with it.

He turned around and started swimming again. He knew he would be tired soon and needed to get as far away as he could. It was only a few more minutes until his arms felt the drain of his actions. They wouldn't support him much longer. He looked around searching for something in the thick fog that still blanketed the area around him. Suddenly he felt something hit him in the back and spun around. It was a large wooden board, probably the lid to one of the crates the merchant's had been shipping.

He climbed onto the now makeshift raft and held on, praying that it wouldn't sink. He needed to be alive to get revenge for what had been done. But he was so tired. His breathing was so heavy and his eyelids were drooping against his cheeks. He was falling into unconsciousness swiftly and the last thing he could think of was the pouch that was still faithfully tied to his wrist.

*****

Port Royal, Jamaica - 1768 AD

" Get up, you lazy arse!" he heard Brown yell as he entered the shop. He wasn't sleeping and had been awake for over an hour working on the order that the Governor had made. For some reason the 'master' blacksmith always seemed to yell that out whenever he returned from one of the local pubs after his drinking binge in the night.

He felt a hand collide against his rear and he fought the urge to kill the drunkard. He'd already taught himself not to jump whenever the man did that, but it disgusted him just as much nonetheless. He hated the man he called 'master' and hated even more the fact that he refused to end his apprenticeship. He should have already gained partnership in the forge shop seeing as he was the one that did all of the work and brought in all of the money anyway. But unfortunately he knew that if he didn't remain silent in his complaints that he would be thrown out on the street and had no where to go.

" I'm almost finished sir," he stated. " The Governor's order has been made to perfection." He almost smiled then. He was extremely proud of his work this time and had spent an entire day on nothing but this, save the time he'd forced himself to rest, making sure that it was completely at its best and nothing less than so. He refused to give anyone shoddy workmanship, but this was to be his masterpiece.

" Whatever," Brown burped drunkenly and sat down on his stool in one corner of the room. He picked up the bottle that was constantly beside the seat and took a large gulp from it, continuing his intoxication into the very early morning.

Will ignored the man. He needed to get this finished so that he could have it to the Governor by nine that morning. He had promised to have it completed and he would. He owed the man that much. It had been the ship that he had been on that had saved him after the events aboard the black ship with black sails. They'd brought him to Port Royal and he'd even stayed with the kind if sometimes self-involved man until he'd been given an apprenticeship with Brown.

And he owed the man even more for being one of the reasons that his one treasure in life was alive. Elizabeth Swann, the Governor's daughter, had been his best friend since he'd been pulled from the sea on that tragic fateful day that the Governor's sip to the Caribbean had just happened to be in the same vicinity. She was like the sister he'd never had, even a motherly figure at times though she was two years younger than he was. He cared for her very much and knew that she cared for him, even though their positions in life disapproved of it. He knew that if he needed anything he could simply sneak a note to Elizabeth through her maid, Lucy, and they would meet in the alley behind the smithy so they could talk.

He'd been the first one she'd told about the strong crush she'd had on Lieutenant James Norrington when he was sixteen and she fourteen. And he knew that the crush had only increased as they aged. It was obvious that the Lieutenant cared for her as well, but in what way was still to be discovered, seeing as he was about ten years older than she was. He only hoped that it would be enough to raise the sprits of the girl (now turned woman) so she could hope for something more in the future.

It was three hours later that he was finished with his task and the sword had been properly cooled enough to be placed in its scabbard. He tested its lightness and clean cut before sliding it into its sheath and going into his room which happened to be upstairs above the smithy. He cleaned up, washing the dirt and sweat from his hands and face before putting on the more formal clothing that he wore whenever delivering a finished product to one of his clients.

He walked over to the small chest he held his valuables in and opened it, searching through the items for what he sought. His eyes lit up when they fell on the leather bag at the very bottom beneath the rest of his trinkets, a picture of his mother, a toy sword they recovered from the ship wreckage. Also there were a few things he'd received from Elizabeth. But the leather pouch held his most treasured item in it.

Of course, he didn't even know what said item was. He'd never opened the pouch to look. His mother had told him to only do so when he had found his father and he kept to his final vow to her. He would not open it until he was face to face with William 'Bill' Turner and could ask him the worth of whatever it was that he'd held so dear for eight years. By then he hoped he had done enough for his father to be proud of him and forgive him for allowing his mother to die on that day when his former life had died before his eyes.

He took the strings and fastened them around his wrist as his mother had once done long ago and likewise tucked the pouch into his sleeve. As always it felt light, barely even weighing down his shirt whatsoever. He looked out the window and knew he needed to hurry. It was mostly like around eight o'clock by now and he needed to get to the Governor's home soon. Maybe he would even get to see Elizabeth while he was there.

Kathrine: As you can see we ARE making this a crossover! And YES there will be a point where everything gets together.

JC: We are seriously trying to work this all out so don't get made because of no Legolas. We did warn you about this Crossover.

Kathrine: There will be Legolas next chapter because it will jump back and forth in that one. This one was just getting everything played out for our lovely blacksmith.

JC: We hope you like and aren't too mad about the no 'Lass in this chapter. We shall repeat: HE WILL BE IN THE NEXT ONE!!! Now please be nice and leave us a review.