Part 2

(Because I forgot a few loose ends. Assume this part takes place about a half-hour after the first part.)

"It's great to see you again, Elizabeth." The pair were holding each other in a firm embrace, and if a few tears landed on shoulders, no one said anything.

"You too, Will."

"Wait." Something began to dawn on the captain of the ghost ship they were currently aboard. "If you're here, where's the chest?"

Elizabeth grimaced. "We brought it, but I expect Cally still has it in her catboat. She'll notice it eventually and send it back, though."

No sooner had the last syllable left her lips when the wood of the deck nearby seemed to bulge, then separate, leaving both the deck intact and the object sitting there. An object that looked like a sack. The pair jumped initially, and then started towards it.

"Somewhat unusual, Elizabeth? I think this goes beyond the boundary of somewhat."

Will was the first to kneel to open it, cutting off the knot to reveal a small metal chest emitting a faint thump, thump, a bottle with some clear liquid inside, and a letter addressed to Father. He quirked an eyebrow at his wife before taking the letter and opening it, then reading it out loud.

"Dear Father (and Mum, too, I suppose),

It seems that in my haste to make a dramatic exit, I had forgotten something. Here's your heart, Father. (Don't blame Mum for the dramatic exit, she wasn't the one who taught me how to be dramatic while entering or exiting. It was Uncle Jack. (Ask Mum to explain, I don't have enough paper or ink.))"

Will glanced up at his wife with a raised eyebrow.

"A child, even one of unconventional parents, has to have godparents," came the firm reply to the unasked question.

Will smiled. "And who, exactly, are her godparents?"

"Jack Sparrow, Barbossa, Anamaria (that old crew member of Jack's), and her namesake."

Will's eyes widened just a touch. "Calypso?! How did you get a goddess to be a godmother to our child?"

Elizabeth shrugged, a bit sheepish. "She sent me dreams every so often, and I just asked her one of those times. From the way she responded, though, I think she was going to come whether I asked her to or not. Keep reading."

With a shake of his head, Will returned to the letter. "I must say, it is rather nice to finally meet the figurehead of all the stories Mum told. If I didn't know better, I'd say she literally told me about every single second that you were together. Tell me, how's Grandfather doing? Your father, not Mu-

Hold on, there's a ship nearby, and I think it's the Black Pearl

Sorry about that. It was the Pearl, and both of my 'Uncles' are aboard and arguing over command (again). It seems, however, that Uncle Jack has been somewhere and brought back something I think Mum will really enjoy. And no, before you ask, it's not rum. I sent it, though, with the chest- it's in that bottle. Tell Mum to drink the whole of it regardless. There's another message in here for Mum, but please give it to her only after she's drunk it. Arrivederci, Calypso." Will set down the paper. "That's all there is. Here's the bottle she talked about, Elizabeth."

She took the bottle in one hand. "Something I'll like, huh?" Elizabeth gave a snort of laughter. "She knows me well enough to know I hate rum. Always the jokester, she is. Can you help me get this cork out?"

Will took his knife and pushed it into the cork, then pulled it out with a twisting motion. He handed the bottle over to his wife, then pulled out the letter he was supposed to give her before turning to watch as she drank.

As the bottle left her lips, she gave a shuddering gasp as her back straightened, her figure adjusted itself, and her skin smoothed and tightened, becoming young once more. As a final touch, her hair went honey-blonde again, although it looked like a can of paint had been dumped on the top of her head and slowly dripped down.

Both people stared for several long minutes, trying to come to grips with what had just happened. Their eyes were literally bulging, their jaws hung slack, and Elizabeth collapsed to her knees in disbelief. All in all, it was a perfectly cliché scene of astonishment.

It was Will, who had probably received more shocks in the past hour than in the past couple of years, who was the first to recover, wordlessly offering the scrap of paper in his hand to his now-young wife. She took it, hands trembling, and read it silently.

Mum,

That liquid?

Aqua de Vida. Water of Life. Fountain of Youth.

Happy Reunion.

Your favorite little mischief-maker (who also sends regards from Jack Sparrow),

Calypso

P.S.- I checked with the true Calypso. She agreed to let me do this. Nothing will be lost due to my 'scheming', as Uncle Jack calls it. Have a happy 'life'

Elizabeth groaned and stood. "Only Cally would include a bad pun in the best good news I've had for a long time."

Will smiled in a way he hoped was innocent. "I believe she gets that from your side of the family, dear."

The moon shone bright and two different Calypsos smiled from afar as the wife of the Captain of the Flying Dutchman squawked in mock indignation and swatted her husband, before getting drawn into another kiss.

Should I have tied up the loose ends with part 2 or just left it as is? Review!