Satisfied with their work, Davy and Beckett left, leaving Jack kneeling, holding Roxxi. He ripped the sleeve of his shirt, again, to use to write down something. "Beastie, take this to the crew!" Jack ordered, placing the cloth in the tiger's mouth.
Roxxi watched the tiger go. "No one's going to come in time." She said weakly, then she placed her necklaces in his hand.
Jack grabbed her hand. "Don't worry, you're not going to die."
She smiled. "Jack, I don't think you need to lie-"
"Don't talk, just save your breath." Jack said. He looked back at her hand and noticed that it got pale, quickly. He fought to hold back the tears that were fighting to come out. Not only for Roxxi, but also for his mother. He knew that, no matter how much he tried, Roxxi was going to die. "Roxxi luv, I love you." He said. "I always have, and always will."
A few minutes later, Barbossa got to Jack, holding a basket full of medical supplies. Jack had already started crying, holding Roxxi's limp hand. Barbossa dropped the basket, not expecting to be too late. He didn't know what to say. He knelt down next to Jack. "Come on, lad. Let's get back to the ship before your kids decide that 'nap-time' is over and see you like this."
When they got to the ship, everybody could tell that Barbossa had been too late. No one approached Jack as he walked into his cabin. Then Megan followed him, wanting an answer to her question. "Who shot her?" She asked.
Jack looked up, in his eyes was a mix of sadness and rage. "Lord Cutler Beckett." Jack said, amazed at how together the woman was, or appeared to be...
That night, Jack came back with Barbossa, Bootstrap, Pintel and Ragetti, the remaining members of the Pearl's first crew. Jack wanted to give Roxxi the 'Sailor's Funeral' but they had to wait until the kids go to bed for the night before returning for her body. When they got there, however, she was gone. Jack took a deep breath and walked over to the broken scythe. He picked it up, then turned to the others. "I'm going to get revenge for this!"
Later on, Jack was trying to fix the scythe, when Jackie came in. "Mum's dead, isn't she?"
Jack nearly jumped. "Why would you say that?" Jack asked.
Jackie looked down at his little brown boots. "I had a dream about it, with Beckett and Davy."
Jack walked over to the boy and knelt down in front of him. "Yes, she is. Promise me you wont tell Amara." Jackie nodded, then looked up at his father. Jack could feel chills running down his spine as he stared at his son's icy blue eyes, the same ones Roxxi had.
After getting Jackie back into bed, Jack walked into a small cabin on the Pearl. He had taken the mirror Roxxi had been looking at when he found her, and now found himself staring at it. His reflection looked pathetic, then it started to swirl into something else. When it cleared, he saw himself, wearing a suit, and Roxxi, wearing a yellow dress and holding a bouquet of red roses. Then Jack's reflection slid a golden band onto Roxxi's finger, and she did the same. Then they kissed, now husband and wife, as the mirror turned back to normal. Jack sat there, with Beastie now on his lap, crying...