AN: The plot is not mine, I saw it in a role play and wanted to make it a story. Please r&r, Thank you and have a nice day!

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Jack stared at Will across the table. Their eyes refused to meet however, as Will appeared to have seen something very interesting in his cup. Jack swigged a bottle of rum to get his worries away, and William Turner was thinking. Ah well, each to his own. Jack opened his mouth and then closed it again, for the fifth time that night, not that he'd been counting. Will hadn't moved since he'd sat down in the chair. Jack couldn't stand the silence any longer, but he couldn't break it either. It was like a spell that hung in the air. Poor Will, after breaking the Flying Dutchman's hold on him and passing it to his father, to be with Elizabeth forever, had lost her. Poor Jack, after fighting like he'd never fought before, all for the sake of running away on his beloved Pearl, had lost his pride in joy. His ship. Jack opened his compass. He could hear him talking to Elizabeth what seemed like such a long time ago.

"Where does it point?"

"To what you want most in this world."

"Are you telling the truth?"

"Every word, love."

The needle spun in circles. What he wanted most could not be retrieved. For both his beloved Pearl and his beloved Elizabeth had revisited Davy Jones' locker. And it was all his fault.

Three days ago…

Darn him! Why must Beckett have the clichéd evil twin? The cannons rang out again. Jack cursed. He shouldn't have tried to take on the East India Company. Again. Now they had him cornered. For the first time in Captain Sparrow's life, there was nowhere to run. Another iron ball tore through the hull of the ship.

"Mr. Gibbs! Fire!" shouted Jack. A musket barrel appeared over the rail of the other Beckett's ship. A sniper. Jack followed the path with his eyes, making sure his crew was out of the way of the line of fire. He didn't want any of them killed if he could help it. Suddenly his eyes locked on the woman pirate.

"Elizabeth!" he shouted. She turned and fell to the shot simultaneously. The warning was too late. Jack rushed to her side. But he was too late once again, she was gone. Jack looked at the sky and cursed Beckett. All the port cannons suddenly fired at once, knocking Jack off balance. Good old Gibbs. But no, they had missed; Beckett's ship was leaving, its damage done. Elizabeth was dead, the Pearl was mortally wounded, and there was still nowhere to run. Not from his crew. Jack took a deep breath. "Men," he said grimly, "abandon ship!"

Jack stood up from the table, this was impossible. Tia Dalma's, no Calypso's shack was odd enough without all the eerie silence. "Sorry, mate," he said quietly, but Will didn't seem to hear. He was still in shock, one day out of service to the Dutchman and look what he gets. At least they had the chance to be married, though it wasn't formal at all. Pronounced man and wife by Barbossa of all people. Barbossa, he was back in Tortuga with the others, getting a new ship. Jack and Will were the only ones here. Jack sat on the edge of the wooden ledge that held the house. Then there was a rustling behind him and a familiar voice spoke up.

"Jack Sparrow, dere is a way to bring back what it is you hold dear," said Calypso, though once again in human form.

"You can bring back Elizabeth and the Pearl?" he asked, looking up with wide eyes.

Calypso laughed and shook her head. "Only one can be brought back form Davy Jones' locker. It is you who must choose between them. What will it be Sparrow? Your precious Pearl or Elizabeth?"

"Wot? I couldn't possibly decide…"

"You 'ave one week, Captain Sparrow," and with that, the goddess vanished.

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