Disclaimer: I do not own POTC or any if its characters, disney does. I do not own Alexis Petersen, DxSPhreak does, I do own the Wolfson family, Jason Jones, and Thomas Duboi (pronounced Doo-bwah) I do not own Aurora Calderon Cortez Lilyantos does.

A/N: Thanks DxS Phreak, Lilyantos, Kei-Ookami.kara.mori, Lydia Sparrow, Sparrowsvixen, and Ruby Vulpix for all the great reviews.

Thanks DxSPhreak and Lilyantos for letting me borrow your characters:D They really helped spice up the story. :) )

Time had gone fast for Crow she had been a dream prisoner for nearly half a year, there had been fall backs to getting her grandfather's affection. She had been whipped more than twice (accused of having a big mouth), and once she nearly gave up all hope on saving the crew, Jack, and Alexis. She talked frequently with her mother and father (mostly her mother) about all that was happening, swearing to give up.

"If you do that," Isa said softly, "than he will have won..."

"What do you mean?" Crow asked sitting in the crow's nest with her mother, she sniffled and blew her nose for the twentieth time that day, she hated getting sick.

"What I mean, Crow, is that you're giving up on yourself, feeling sorry for yourself, and asking spineless. You're not one for pity, Crow," Isa replied, her voice firm, "and you're the most stubborn child I know you don't give up easily. Life isn't going to be always on this ship free sailing, ther will be hard times. This is hard time for you, a very hard one, but it's one you'll have to work through and get through. It won't only be you who gets out of it; think of all the lives that will be set free, finally free. Freedom, Crow, is something that shouldn't be taken for granted," her mother chided.

Crow nodded, "I know...I'm sick of being whipped, mom; I'm sick of being treated like-like something Jones can constantly yell at."

"How do you think the crew, Alexis, and Captain Sparrow feel?" Isa questioned, eyebrow raising, Crow froze. She hadn't thought of that...

"There are hundreds of souls trapped on that damned ship, Crow; all have been with Jones longer than you and have gone through worse. Am I saying what's happened to you is nothing big? No, because it is, what I'm saying is you have the power to stop their pain, to stop their suffering, to get them free." Isa took her hand, "and it's not the Wiccan power I'm talking about, that's a small part of it. It's here," Isa said, putting her hand on Crow's heart, "where power beyond your belief lies. The chakra in the stomach holds personal power, but the heart and the chakra that gives power from your body to soul ,and soul to body...that has more power than you could think of. If you can get yourself to fully free yourself and show Jones who you are, show him why to love you. Stop trying to be what he wants you to be."

"But he'll whip me-"

"And you'll take those whippings, your head up, strong, and not giving in. You'll show that bastard what true strength is. You'll make him love you for being who you are. Stop hiding, Crow, get out of your shell. Be proud of who you are, be proud that you were chosen for what you were chosen for. Take a stand, fight him."

"But, but-"

"Crow I was in and out of the foster system throughout my teen years," Isa said, "many of the homes weren't even worth living in, the parents and family were sucky and cared for noone but themselves. I felt like a piece of trash, given a black trash bag with my stuff in it and shipped off to another family...like I was some rotten piece of meat; that hurt so bad. I didn't think I could do it anymore, but I did."

"But you didnt fight the foster system.." Crow said, unsure how being in a foster home dealt with fighting Jones.

"Like hell I didnt!" Isa exclaimed, eyes flashing. "My social worker pulled strings to keep me around where I was, but she couldn't have done that if I hadn't taken a stand."

"I thought foster kids didn't have a say on where they went.." Crow said softly, amazed how strong her mother was.

"We weren't supposed too," Isa said, "but my social worker hauled my ass into that damned office each time I had to switch homes, she made me tell her boss what was going on. She had me tell her everything, even my most intimate secrets, and she told me something I'll never forget." Crow stared at her mother. "Never forget you have the strength to fight that woman and say where you want to be. Take back your life, control what path you walk on, 'cause this woman...she'll never let you walk on the path you want unless you fight her. This is a fight, Isa, I can't fight alone, I need the person who I'm fighting for with me doing the fighting beside me." She paused, "now Im going to tell you the thing that got what she said encrypted in my mind..." She looked to Crow, "remember you're the battleship, the person your fighting who wants to control you is the tugboat."

Crow nodded, "I'll remember that, I'm sorry mom..."

"There's no reason to be sorry, Crow," Isa said, pulling her into a hug, "sometimes it takes a push to get ourselves back on track. I know you don't like fighting Crow...but it's been six months now, and he's obviously not interested in people who suck up. It's time to fight the bastard."

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John and Isa gave their daughter the afternoon off to gain energy, to get her chakras opened, balanced, and ready, and to plan ahead. Jack sat at Crow's desk, his dark brown eyes shining, he did not speak a single word, he knew what as about to happen. War between Jones and Crow was about to be declared, the spirit's shoulders were tense, he was jittery and worried; but tried his best to hide that.

Crow sat on her floor surrounded by different crystals, all polished and buzzing with power. Jack noticed, however, Crow wasn't focusing on the crystals like she would have a few nights ago, she semed to be focusing on something else. Pausing he leaned forward and squinted, surprised to see her heart glowing brightly. He understood then, she going to use something Jones didn't have to fight him...

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"Thomas Duboi, sir," the fourteen year old cabin boy finished, "I-I-I s-served C-Captain J-Jefferys for t-three yea-years now.." he said, shaking lightly.

"Either learn ta speak straight, or don't speak at t'all!" Jones sneered, limping over to the teen cabin boy. He stared at the boy, he was tall and scrawny, with eyes the color of the sea, light brown hair, and a few freckles on his cheeks and on the bridge of his nose. He wore a simple white shirt that had been stained so much only a spot of white here and there remained, his brown sailor trouser's left pant leg was torn in a large rip; he walked around bare foot, his toe looked like it may have had an infection growing. Yet, the boy had agreed to one hundred years of service.

"Go 'elp Alexis," Jones sneered, "another helper will be here soon-" he started before a ball of fire collided into his back and knocked him over. "What the bloody 'ell?"
"I 'ad nothin' ta do with this," Jack said, pulling Alexis and Thomas behind him.

Jones sneered at him, eyes filled with disbelief, then glared at Crow. He paused for a moment in shock, her entire body was filled with a soft glow, her head tilted slightly downwards to stare at him, her brown eyes flashed, but what made him gasp with the sight of her heart...glowing brighter than any candle ever could.

"Ye'll be punished fer dat!" Jones sneered, about to call for Clanker.

"No Clanker this time," Crow sneered, Jones glared at her, "we're going to settle this here and now."

"OH?" Jones asked, suprised she had even the back bone to dare and challenge him.

"It's time we fight," Crow growled.

"I don' 'ave powers like ye do lass, ye'll be as just as rotten as me if ye use yers against me," Jones growled, his tentacles furiously trying to grab her and strangle her.

"We won't fight with magic, we'll fight with what we got," Crow replied. She grabbed a sword, "and it'll be on deck."

"An' the winner?"

"If you win, you get my soul for eternity-"

"Crow, NO!" Gasped Alexis, as Thomas wrapped his arms around her.

"-If I win," Crow continued, "Jack, Alexis, and the entire crew, including you, go free. You'll give me your solid vow you'll never bother or harm another, dead or alive, again."

"Reasonable terms," Sneered Jones. A moment later he swung the cabin door open and the fight began. The crew turned in shock to see Jones and Crow doing a dance across deck, blocking eachother's sword, slashing at eachother, at times stumbling and falling and getting back up.

"Jack-"

"CAPTAIN Jack Sparrow, darlin," Jack said to Alexis.

"Captain Sparrow, stop them!"

"Can't, luv," replied Jack, then paused as the missing page Crow had given him to hold onto twitched, he grabbed it and his eyes widened as he read. 'So our hero of this story grew a strength and courage as she thoguht of the pain suffering opun the dutchman. She thought of the countless sailors on the Dutchman, and the sailors that had long since become wvyerns. She thought of families they may have, she thought of how those sailors yearned to see land once again, not just a spit of land, their homes. Even if their homes were just a small and dank alley way, she thought of the Captain she had given her heart too, her power increased, her body buzzed as she challenged the mighty sea-reaper Davy Jones to a fight that would forever change destiny.

Jack read, then he paused and wondered about the Captain's cousin, looking around he saw the man sneaking up behind Crow as she pushed with all her might to get Jones's sword out of his tentacle hand. Growling, he grabbed the quartz crystal that Crow had given him, stuck it within his pistol, aimed carefully as he walked onto the deck and shot. A loud and booming explosion was heard, Jason Jones was no more, his body errupted into dust, never to be seen or heard of again.

Jones looked startled for a split second then resumed fighting Crow, harder and more powerful. He knocked the small woman down, a sword at her throat, "I win, ye must yield," Jones sneered.

Crow gulped, it would be over when she said, 'I yield,' she couldn't do that. She glared at Jones, hate in her eyes, she wouldn't give up. But it wasn't hate that would power her, she thought of her mother, father, brother, Jack, Alexis, and the sailors who were inwardly praying she would win.

Taking a deep breath she raised her hand, Jones started to smile, "no using yer magic-"

"Its not magic that I use, Jones, I'm using what I got," Crow glared. Her heart glew bright, she pushed all the thoughts of love, sailors missing their homes and families, the yearning of freedom, even sorrow for Jones, out towards her hand, she pushed harder and harder, pain ripped through her, tears fell from her eyes. She said the most powerful words that would ever be heard on the Dutchman, "I LOVE YOU!" A moment later a bright light, a light so bright everything vanished in a white out, noone was able to see anything. Jones's scream echoed through the night with Crow's, "I LOVE YOU!" Crow screamed once more.

Alexis cried out, Jack quickly turned her and Thomas (who had pressed his shirt over his eyes to try to stop the blinding light from reaching them) into him, he ducked his head down, praying Crow would be alright. Screams echoed through the spiritual plane with that blinding light, a light that would never be forgotten, the shouts of chants that said the same thing over and over again by Crow's voice, "I LOVE YOU, I LOVE YOU, I LOVE YOU," would never die off.

Finally, the light vanished, Crow was pale, yet standing. She shook lightly, her heart raced and she felt like hurling over the side of the ghost ship's railing. She stumbled and fell back, wincing in pain as her back hit the wall of Jones's cabin...things were becoming so fuzzy..

"Luv, luv," Jack's voice called to her, loudly, yet to her it was fading off softly. "Luv, hang in there..."

"Crow, please don't faint!" Alexis's voice begged, "you must see what ye have done, tis beautiful-"

It was the last thing Crow heard before passing out.

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"Crow Dragonheart Wolfson," a soft yet powerful voice echoed around her.

"Wha.." Crow moaned, she found herself lying on her stomach, she coughed and spit up a mouthful of beach sand. She looked around in confusion, she found herself lying on some sort of beach, turning she recognized it as Emerald's home. She gave a look of confusion, "E-Emerald?"

"No," replied the voice, Crow winced and turned over, she froze at the dark brown haired spanish woman standing beside her. "Who...who are you?"

"I am Aurora Calderon Cortez, descendant of Hernando Cortez; in my life I was much like you, kind, loving, and did not want to fight. I learned how to fight and I learned that at times one must. I am a witch...the witch that sent you the missing page."

"You...sent me on that journey? Why?" Crow asked, curiosity and shock in her voice. "Why me? I'm nothing special, I...didn't even know what I did...i dont even know how I hurled that fire ball at Jones.."

"You have a heart of flame, dear Crow," Smiled the woman, "you knew you had to start the fight without looking weak or having Jones laugh at you...by throwing that ball of fire.." Aurora paused, "you gained Jones' respect showing him you have a backbone and what it takes to fight. The page has been restored to the book, you're free of the burden of a dream prisoner, though that is to be no more. You have one last thing you must do before you can go home...and have normal dreams once more."

"Wh-whats that? What about Jack?"

"You must free Jones," Aurora replied, "with thy power of thine heart, thy mind of knowledge, remember what though as learned throughout thy years; with the promise of harm to none, I send ye free, so mote it be." Aurora drew a pentacle with her her finger in mid air.

"What about Jack?"

"You'll see," Aurora smiled, "your friends are waiting.."

"Wait! Will I ever see you again?" Crow asked, Aurora just smiled as everything glew bright white, a moment later she heard the voices again.

"I think she's awakening!" Alexis's voice exclaimed.

"Luv, can ye hear us, 'tis ole Jack, Thomas, an' Alexis...luv?"

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Crow opened her eyes to find herself lying on Jones's bed, shocked that the ruts from the barnacles were gone. Everything in the ship looked brand new, like nothing from the sea had ever touched the damned ship.

"Wh...what? Am I home?" She asked, unsure.

"Yer still here with us in...dream land?" Alexis asked.

"Everything..."

"Has changed, luv, because of ye," smiled Jack, another man stood above him. He was tall with a muscular torso, long black hair tied in a pony tail that hung to shoulders, sea blue eyes twinkled to her, a shark's tooth around his neck.

"Remember me?" He asked. Crow shook her head no. "I be Maccus, Maccus Folnchere, I was a french sailor whose ship was attacked by pirates, Jones picked me up o'er four 'undred years ago.The curse fer us 'as ended, from the crew an' meself, we all thank ye. We're goin ta see our families now..." he smiled, "their right b'hind tha' curtain.." he stepped towards something noone but him could see and vanished.

Jack smiled, solid as could be, he hugged Crow close, "I love ye, Crow, ye've been out now fer hours. Alexis was a good friend and posed as yeself fer a while, though I think yer mom knew it was 'er and not ye."

"Alexis, thank you," Crow smiled, hugging her close.

"That is no problem, Crow," Alexis smiled, "ye would have done the same for me. Thomas and I are...a couple," she blushed,smiling, "he was courting me before I left, then he joined upon a crew to find me..."

"And I did," Thomas smiled, hugging her close, "Thank ye, Crow."

"Your very welcome," Crow smiled. Then looked around, "where's Jones?"

"'ere," said an exhausted voice. Crow looked up, doing a double take. Jones was a tall man in his late fifities, he had long sandy brown hair that was almost fully gray in places; his eyes were the color of the sea, he had a sharp nose,a long mustache connected with a beard that hung down to his mid chest. He wore the same clothing she had seen him in before, only they pratically hung off his body, one foot was in a boot, the other bare. A few liver spots littered his face, arms, and other places.

"Are you alright?"

"Ye care for me after what I was about ta do? Why?" he asked, then doubled over, holding his chest.

"Because I care," replied Crow. "Even if you weren't my family, I'd care." She paused, knowing that Jones would still be in pain unless he was let go. "Jones, with thy power of thine heart, thy mind of knowledge, remember what though as learned throughout thy years; with the promise of harm to none, I send ye free, so mote it be." She drew a pentacle in mid air around him. A moment later the man looked sad, but he saw someone.

"Lizzy?" He asked.

"Who be Lizzy?" Jack asked in confusion, Crow gave a look of confusion.

"Daddy's comin'," Jones smiled before vanishing in a white light, a moment later Crow found herself glowing as Jones's curse on her ended.

"See ye soon, darlin," Jack said.

"Good bye, Crow, we'll never forget you!" Alexis smiled as she and Thomas hugged eachother close.

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Crow opened her eyes that morning feeling happier than she had in weeks, she yawned as she sat up.

"Crow," Isa smiled, opening the door.

"MORNING, MOM!" Crow beamed, happy to see her mother, her heart swelled, her mother...her mother that had given her the strength to fight Jones and set him free. How she loved her.

"Good morning, honey," she smiled, "I believe you set someone on the spiritual plane free...he missed you...we gave him a room aboard the ship," she opened the door more, revealing Captain Jack Sparrow, in his own attire. "We figured we'd let him dress that way, since this is a pirate ship! The curator called yesterday, we sail for England tommarrow and become offical pirate museum on the sea!" She beamed.

"Miss me?"

"Jack!" Crow smiled running into his arms, shocked that he was here, but happy, "Thats great mom."

"I think I need to leave you two alone," Isa smiled, closing the door.

"How? How did you get here?" Crow asked, as she looked up at him.

"Simple, luv," Jack smiled, brown eyes twinkling, a large grin went over his face, golden teeth sparkling, "Jones hadn't fully crossed o'er when ye left. 'E offered ta let me stay with Alexis and Thomas, or...'ere, alive, with ye..I chose ye."

Crow beamed, a tear falling from her eye, "thank you grandpa..." she whispered, before the two leaned close once again and shared a long, passionate kiss...

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Hence forth, the missing page is restored. With hero learning, not all magic and energy comes from a religion, but from ones own heart. Courage is within each and every person if they wish to find it within themselves. Good night dear readers of this tale of a modern-hero. Don't think now that since this page is restored and when you climb aboard the tourist attraction the Flying Dutchman one day this page will go missing...yet, it won't be Crow who is called upon...it may be you.

To fulfill this story, I shall tell of what happened with our heroes. Captain Jack Sparrow became captain of the Dutchman, bringing in tourists more and more. Curator Theodore Turner, descendant of Will and Elizabeth Turner, personally greeted the ship into the harbor of London, England. There, he noticed how Jack Sparrow looked much like the movie star named Johnny Depp. As you can imangine Jack was tickled pink at finding he was within movies, and loved his fans, yet, the only fan girl he would ever choose was Crow Wolfson.

Crow grew braver as each day went on, she learned more about fighting, but not just physical, mental and fighting with the heart also. She and Jack married five years later, her brother Andy had married the Curator's daughter, Elizabeth Turner. Today, the Dutchman is owned by Captain Jack Sparrow and his wife, Mrs. Crow DragonHeart Wolfson Sparrow, they have a two year old son, and newborn daughter. Crow founded special orphanages for foster children, the children live in the orphanage until parents who wish to adopt fully adopt them and do not simply bounce them from house to house.

John and Isa Wolfson continue to live on the Dutchman, though it is said, that on the night of the Harvest moon, the night of Halloween, tourists have claimed to see a bright white light...within the light stands a creature half man, half squid, then becomes human. Some say that Jones simply can not bear to leave his Dutchman behind and part of him will forever be bound to it...

...if you ever visit...

...I advise you not to open this book...

...this page you read now...

...may have simply vanished...

if so...

...you are now chosen to free the crew of the Dutchman!

The End