A step on French soil | @oddxbutxpretty
It was a beautiful day, and The Swann lay at one of the many shores of France, a small ship but it was big enough for the few people upon it. The crew were no more people than was needed, and the Captain was a man who had seen more than he had ever wanted.
Watching his son swim in the water, Captain Will Turner, sat upon the sand of the beach with a small smile upon his lips. It was a rare sight, to see his son enjoy himself like that, but for Will it only proved that time did heal wounds in some way. He himself however, would possibly need a bit longer to heal from all that had happened in his life. Laying back in the sand, he closed his eyes and simply enjoyed the sun upon his face, the soft breeze ...











