Note: 1: This is the sequel to my first POTC story, The Birds Fly West. If you haven't read it, I suggest doing so before reading the following.

2: I just changed my pen name from MrsElleTurner to Kattyface. I'm sorry for any confusion this might have caused. On with the story, and please enjoy!

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The Final Memories

Chapter 1: The end of me

"Jack?! Jack, don't leave me, I'm afraid!"

"I'm here, Lot, I'm here. Don't give up yet, don't you dare."

"I'm sorry…"

She was dead.

Jack Sparrow awoke with a start and nearly fell over his bed, catching himself when he remembered who was beside him. He looked at around the room, temporarily uncertain of where he was. But the familiar surroundings assured him he was still on his ship, The Black Pearl, which he named after a previous vessel of the same name. Unfortunately that boat had been taken down by the Kraken nearly five years before. Heart pounding painfully fast, he slumped back down and stared at the ceiling, breathing heavily. Desperate for proof she was still alive, he turned on his side and stared into the slumbering face of the girl beside him. Smiling meekly, he rested a hand on her tanned, soft arm.

She was still Charlotte Dove Sparrow, still his wife. And she was very much alive. Jack watched in relief as she breathed in and out, a peaceful smile on her face. It had been four years since they had first been married on his ship, The Black Pearl. Not only that, it had been four years since William Turner, one of Charlotte's best friends, had set off on a wild adventure aboard his ship, the Flying Dutchman.

He watched her for a moment longer, then closed his eyes once more and pulled her into his body, where she nuzzled her face into his bare chest sleepily. Jack could feel her stirring in his arms and gently brushed her light brown hair with his hand. "Go back to sleep, love," he murmured. "It's not morning yet."

"It's too cold to sleep," Charlotte grumbled sleepily.

"Then put on a shirt," he chuckled, knowing she was only half awake.

"I don't have any," she whined. Jack bit his lower lip, knowing it wasn't fair to laugh if she had no clue what she was saying. He wrapped one arm around her waist and used his other to pull a blanket up around her shoulders.

"Better?" he questioned, running his fingers lightly over her spine.

"Yes," she whispered. "I love you."

He hesitated, smiling gently before pressing his lips to her bare shoulder. "And I love you, Lot."

"Promise?" she asked in a barely audible voice.

"Promise," he grinned. She mumbled something incoherent and drifted back off in his arms. Jack stared at her, shaking his head before resting his head on the top of hers and closing his eyes. "Forever." He added softly.

When morning came, Jack awoke to find that Charlotte was standing at the opposite side of the room, staring silently out a window. The early sunrise was shining on her face, making her look impossibly angelic. She'd put on one of his old shirts, a white button-down that barely covered the tops of her thighs. She looked sad and thoughtful, and Jack wished that for once he could read her mind. Standing as quietly as he could, he pulled on a pair of pants and walked to where she stood. Without warning, the Pearl swayed to the left and Charlotte lost her balance. Jack reached out and caught her by the waist before she could fall, laughing as she growled at him and brushed off her arms. "I meant to do that," she said with a glare.

"Oh yes, I know," he grinned. "Just making sure your plan works out perfectly." She grumbled, trying to hide the smile making its way onto her face. He leaned down and kissed her gently on the lips. "Good morning." She heard him whisper as he pulled away. Giggling, she linked her arms around his neck and pulled him closer.

"Your eyes are all read," she noted. "You didn't sleep well last night?"

"I was watching you," he snickered. A slight blush crept into her cheeks and Jack ran a finger along the side of her face. The two of them stood there for a while, watching the early sun come up into the sky, entwined in each other's arms.

"I miss Elizabeth," Charlotte whispered after what felt like an hour. Jack felt something sting in his heart and let out a sigh.

"I know," he murmured. "Perhaps sometime soon…"

"It's been four years," she looked up at him with painfully sad eyes. "I need to see my sister."

"Oh love, don't look at me like that," he groaned.

"I saw your charts," she countered. "We're only miles away from the island." He looked down at her, his expression still doubtful.

"The crew won't like a stop that won't do anything for them," he tried.

"Honestly, Jack," she rolled her eyes. "Don't you listen? They've been grumbling about stopping on land for at least four months now."

"But that island has nothing for them-"

"Don't tell me you missed the fact that Tilean is only half a mile away?" Charlotte glared at him. "It's a major shipping port." Jack looked away uncertainly. "…Please?" she begged quietly. He searched her eyes for a moment more and hung his head in shame.

"You'll be the end of me, Lot," he growled. Her face lit up.

"Thank you," she smiled happily and hugged him gratefully before kissing him lovingly on the lips. "Thank you so much."

"Two days," he said sternly.

"Three," she argued.

"Four," he winked. She hugged him once more and sighed in relief.

"Thank you," she whispered again into his neck. The warm feeling sent a slight shiver down his spine. Charlotte kissed him again, reluctantly letting go when somebody shouted behind the closed door.

"Captain," the voice called. "We have a visitor with a question, sir."

"North, seven, fifty-two," Jack called back before kissing Charlotte once more. Just as she was losing herself completely in the moment, the voice called again.

"Er, Captain, it's urgent."

Jack sighed and pulled away from his wife. Resting a hand on either side of her face, he pressed his lips to her forehead. She leaned into his arms one more time before he dashed to the other side of the room and pulled his shirt and boots. "I suppose it's time to get ready, love," he said as he turned back to her.

"Aye, Captain," she snickered mockingly. He walked out the door, turning back one last time to smile at her. Once the door was closed, she got dressed and put a gold wedding ring on her finger.

"ALL HANDS TO STATIONS!" she heard Jack shout suddenly from behind the door. Charlotte jumped with a start and rushed out of the cabin, directly into a crewman named Nathan.

"What's going on?!" she shrieked.

"We're less than a hundred yards from the Flying Dutchman," Nathan hissed anxiously. Charlotte felt her heart skip a beat and she rushed to the helm, a smile spreading across her face.

Her body warmed over and everything clicked back into place. Elizabeth wasn't there, but she could feel it in her bones. William Turner was in her presence.

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Now, you knew I wouldn't leave. :D
I missed Charlotte, Jack, Will, everyone. Please R&R. I'll update as soon as I can.
Xoxo,
Kattyface