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She kissed him, walking him backwards until he was pressed up against the mast. The click of the shackle fastening around his wrist seemed to echo above the chaos around them. She stepped back feeling her heart break as she looked up into his eyes.
"It's after you, not the ship. It's not us. This is the only way, don't you see?" She begged him to understand.
He felt his anger wane at the utter heartbreak in her eyes. He wrapped his free arm around her waiste and pulled her back to him, pressing his forehead against hers.
"I always knew you'd be the death of me, luv." He closed his eyes pressing one last kiss to her lips. His eyes snapped open and his head shot up as he heard a second click. He looked down to find her wrist shackled at the side of his.
He felt an acute sense of panic and despair as what she had done registered in his mind.
"Lizzie, what are you doing, you need to get off of here now!" He was too far beyond scared to care about the desperation in his voice.
The tears were falling freely down her face now as she grasped the front of his jacket in a death grip.
"I am about to send the man I love to his death, do you really think I could bare to leave you to die alone, to live a life without you in it and know I caused it. Do you really think me heartless Jack?" By now she was sobbing, her grip on his jacket so tight that her knuckes were turning white.
He lifted her chin until she met his eyes.
"Say that again." He murmered, not daring to hope he'd heard her right.
"I'm not going to leave you to die alone Jack..."
"No, the other part." He said, a ghost of his usual smirk crossing his lips.
Her eyes softened, a small hysterical laugh escaping her lips.
"I love you, you big oaf." she said pressing her forehead against his. Her fears of telling him how she felt seemed trivial now that they were both about to die.
"I love you too, Lizzie." He kissed her forehead. "Now get the 'ell off of 'ere, there's still time, luv. You said yourself it's afta me. Please Lizzie, go." Time was running out and he was terrified...for her. If she didn't go soon there wouldn't be time.
"NO!" She sobbed. "I'm not leaving you, you can't make me."
He knew his Lizzie and he knew there would be no changing her mind. He pulled her against him as tight as he could, taking her lips in a kiss full of hunger, fear, passion, desperation and love. For the fist time he found himself praying to a god he didn't believe in. Hoping that if he couldn't change her mind, than at least she would not feel any pain.
When they pulled apart tears were falling down both their faces.
The world smashed around them and they knew there was only minutes left.
"Jack, I'm scared." The fear in her tiny voice almost floored him but he forced himself to stay strong for her.
"I'm right 'ere Lizzie. Til the end darlin." He squeezed her impossibly tighter, hoping she couldn't hear the fear in his own voice. No matter how scared he was, he'd be damned if he let her see it.
"Until the end." She confirmed.
The world shattered around them as he kissed her for the last time, putting everything he had into it. Everything slipped away as they both got lost in the kiss of a lifetime.
Neither of them saw the end coming, even as it swallowed them whole.
