Author's Note: Ok this is a Jack ad Elizabeth pairing of what would have happened at the end of At World's End if life was fair and William was well, keen to keep his promises. This is from Lizzie's point of view, read and review please! I hope you enjoy!

Disclaimer: You can't make me say it cop gets out hand cuffs fine! I don't own sniffs Pirates of the Caribbean, or its characters…accept Jack cop moves forwards. I scream in horror Fine! I don't own Jack either…yet! cops turn back to look at me Just kidding!

The Right Knife

I was horrified to see Jack with a knife in his hand prepared to kill the man who just murdered my husband. Davy Jones had been laughing cruelly until my father in law jumped on his back and was attacking him yelling at him. Jack rose by my side as I tried to get William to look at me even though I knew death was pulling him into its dark and cold depths. Jack sat beside me, "Here boy! Stab it, now stab it you could stay with Lizzie just stab it." He seemed incredibly panicked when I slapped Will in the face trying to get him to pay attention. I ignored the fact that Jack called me Lizzie it wasn't of importance at the moment. Will's head lolled to the side, "No." He whispered in pain, "No! Why not, whelp?" Jack was angry he was giving up the chance of his life to make me happy and it just made me love him more, than I had. Even if I denied it I loved Jack Sparrow more than my husband… He pointed to his dad struggling with Jones, "Give it to my dad…I want him to stab it with the right knife." His hand fell limp to his side. I cried but you couldn't see my tears from the rain that pelted onto my face. I pinched Will's checks he would usually yell at me for that. He was gone his pulse had stopped, "Respect his final wish!" I screamed in pain and in despair. He nodded at me and threw the heart to Bill. Bill grabbed the dagger from the railing and pierced the heart and Jones stopped strangling Bill and fell into the icy water. Jack grabbed me by my waist, "Hold on, love." I clung to the only man in my life that I could say that I loved.

Later the next day as I was cleaning the decks I walked up to him, "It never would have worked out between us, Jack." He smirked at me. I remembered laying my head on his chest and crying into it only a night before when we stood on the deck as he told the story of William's heroic and noble death, "I think it will, love." He pulled me up and kissed me, "I think so to." I mumbled more to myself than him but I knew he had heard me when he smiled, "I'm glad we agree on something then." He said pulling away from me, "Not yet Jack. I want a month to sort out my thoughts so I know I love you for you not because I'm lonely. Give me a month; I'll be sure by then." I said he nodded and the smirk was washed away by a gentle and reassuring smile. I knew I had made the right choice; it wasn't fair to William not yet at least.

One Month Later…

"Thank you Jack." He smiled, "Not a problem, love. Waiting is the best way. Waiting for the opportune moment that is." I kissed lightly on the cheek and smiled happily to myself realizing it was the first time I had been happy in over a year.