Orphaned, killed at sea. Your story wasn’t uncommon for your age, of course the Captain of the Flying Dutchman saved you. Feeling bad, you quickly joined the crew and became a loyal member, expecting to thrive the rest of your sails across the sea. Crossing to both life and death as a immortal ghost sailor.

until Henry Turner, Captain Turners son who he rarely talked about broke the curse which made him stuck to his ship, only able to leave once every 10 years. Now Will could enter land whenever, no longer separated from Elizabeth his wife and Henry his son.

Will knew you had no home to go to, so from the kindness of his heart—he let you stay with him and his family in St. Martin, the second most populated colony after Port Royal was destroyed. “so you were on my father’s ship.” Henry said eyeing you up and down. “you look a little to familiar” Elizabeth said crossing her arms, wearing a luxurious dress like always. Noticing your hair beads just like Jack Sparrow did.

and now you would be living with them.