"Tell me, William Turner, do you feel dead?"

I was shocked. He would kill Will, he wouldn't.

"Do you?"

I look to see Jack with Davy Jones heart in his palm.

I turned to face Will, trying to smile, but not succeeding.

"How iconic, to hold life in the one hand."

"You are cruel man, Jack Sparrow."

"Cruel is a matter of perspective."

Then it all happened so fast. Davy Jones lunged his sword right into Will. Hearing him with a sigh of agony as Davy Jones twisted the sword in his very own body. I felt the tears forming in my eyes, and I knew this would be the last time I would ever see Will.

I crawled up to Will, still in pure shock. "Will," I whispered, hoping he is still there. "Will stay with me. Will."

I tried to wake him up, rubbing his face praying to god that he would wake up. "Will, look at me. Look at me."

Jack came and sat down on the other side of me, putting the heart down on the ships cold wet floor. He then put his destroyed sword in Will's hand.

"What are you doing?"

Jack only looked at me, grabbed a hold of Will's hand, and then let go.

The sword pierced through Davy Jones heart, and I could faintly hear him say "Calypso."

He then fell into the maelstrom, looking at his last few seconds of his cruel life.

I then turned look at Will, and I saw him stir, but then he closed his eyes again.

"No." I whispered. He couldn't leave me, not when we just got married.

I heard faintly in the back ground "Part of the crew, Part of the ship" But I didn't care. I had to stay with Will at all times.

I felt somebody grab a hold of me, and I struggled to stay. "NO! I won't leave you! WILL!"

I kept on screaming, not caring that people were watching me. I just had to stay with me, I had to.

"Hold on!" I heard Jack said above me, so I knew it was him. I held on to him, and letting my tears fall down.

My tears felt like heavy rain drops as I watched the ship go down, with my Will on it.

We got on the Pearl, Jack being told what we should do, but he ordered them to go against Becket.

I leaned against the railing, thinking how I lost everybody. First my father, the James, and now Will. I had nobody.

All of the sudden, I heard waves crashing. I looked to see what it was, and I saw the Flying Dutchmen. I then heard a familiar cry.

"Ready on the guns!"

It was Will. My Will. He was back, and he was the new Captain of the Flying Dutchmen. I smiled, knowing now that we could still have a happy ending after all.