Here's my final chapter for the first part of my story!

The sequel will be out soon so all of you people that enjoy my story; this chapter is for you!

Chapter 10#: Elizabeth's escape

Elizabeth Turner dreamt of her husband all night, thinking of what could have been if they never met Jack. They could have been married earlier, they could have had three children by now and maybe they could have even owned a cat. All those dreams however were taken away from her when Will's hand stabbed the live heart of Davie Jones. Elizabeth had Jack to thank for Will still being alive but it was also the doing of Jack that they can only see each other every ten years. Sometimes she loathed Jack and other times she actually enjoyed his company (it was better then being all alone in the enormous house of Swann). Elizabeth enjoyed her time on the Dutchman; it would have been more enjoyable however if she didn't faint on board. She felt as though something was missing, something important. She sighed and rolled to her side to face the window. She saw a ghostly ship approach the side of the Pearl. Elizabeth jumped to her feet and pulled on her housecoat. She ran onto deck and startled Mr. Gibbs who was securing the rowboats. Elizabeth ran to the port side of the boat and stared over at the helm of the other ship with a grin on her face. She saw Will, but he didn't seem happy. How could he be here? Elizabeth thought to herself. The moon graced the deck with a nice glow and the Dutchman looked even more ghostly then it usually did in the morning.

'There be no good reason for the Dutchman to stop by today,' Mr. Gibbs said to Elizabeth as he joined her at the side of the ship.

'Did Jack call it?' Elizabeth asked, 'It shouldn't be here un less we brought it forth.'

'Nay,' Mr. Gibbs said to Elizabeth, 'Jack didn't call it; it's here on it's own accord.'

Elizabeth watched as Will beckoned his crew to him. All Elizabeth saw was the back of his head, this didn't seem like Will. He talked to his crew and there was a groaning noise. Will pulled a rolled up piece of parchment and handed it to Bootstrap. Elizabeth watched with a heavy heart, as Will didn't shout over any warm calls or wave in a gleeful manner. Will was just there, watching her and doing nothing. Bootstrap Swung over on a line and walked over to Elizabeth. Elizabeth smiled at Bootstrap but William Turner senior wore a stony face. He handed her the scroll of parchment and Elizabeth opened it curiously with a puzzled look on her face. She started to read.

'My Dearest Elizabeth,

I write this letter with a face of sadness and my heart in your possession breaking into millions of pieces. With my heart and soul I confine in you that I never wanted to leave you on a deserted island nor that I wanted to leave you. When you were taken from me, I wanted to leap of the ship like my heart was telling me, but my mind was keeping me aboard this god for saken vessel of hell. Every bone in my body, every blood vessel, every bit of who I am was screaming with pain when you left me. I write this letter with a heavy heart and I am ashamed of who I am. When our child asks of his father, tell him he doesn't have one; tell him his father is dead that is the truth. The old Will Turner is dead lost in the locker, the only little bit of him standing is a backless salty pirate without a heart. I would sleep better if my child did not know of his father. I want to die without you. I loathe being alone by myself on this cold hell boat. I wish I held you in my arms, but I won't feel your warm touch or the feeling of your warm body beside mine in my empty bed. I send my father to give you this message and I hope you understand that I can not lead a happy life without you but that does not mean that you have to wallow in your own misery that is not even your burden to bare. The only thing I regret is being a father, I wish I did not leave you with a child to raise by yourself; I wish I did not have to say good-bye to you on the island I wished that we could be a family but I am afraid that won't happen as long as a am bounded to the Dutchman.

With all my heart and soul,

Will.'

Elizabeth looked up at Bootstrap and he looked blurry to her. Elizabeth's eyes leaked with tears. Bootstrap looked at her with his blood shot blue eyes and wished that he wasn't the one to deliver this message of shame.

'I'm so sorry,' Bootstrap said to Elizabeth, 'I'm dreadfully sorry, really I am.'

Elizabeth looked up at Bootstrap as tears streamed down her face. She looked at him for a little longer and said to him…

'Will regrets being a father! He wants me to tell our child that his father is dead!' Elizabeth whispered as more tears streamed down her face. Elizabeth broke down and fell onto the deck of the Pearl with the letter in her one hand and the rest of her body was shaking while she sobbed. Mr. Gibbs felt awkward and Bootstrap wanted to crawl under a rock at this point. Bootstrap left and Mr. Gibbs helped Elizabeth to her feet. He led her back to her chambers and helped her into bed. Mr. Gibbs once had a daughter and he had already experienced the after effects of heartbreak. He walked to the door and looked back to face Elizabeth.

'Good-night Mrs.-,' Mr. Gibbs looked into Elizabeth's eyes; they were filled with tears, 'good-night Ms. Swann.'

He left the room in a hurry and went down to the galley to make himself a snack.

It was dawn on the Pearl. Jack woke to the sound of sea gulls screeching, and surprisingly sobbing and smashing noises. He walked up to his quarters (he had let Elizabeth sleep there) and found the source of all the crying. He walked in a saw Elizabeth breaking every single one of his valuable possessions. He ran over to her and stopped her from breaking his most valuable vase and he gently put in back on the side table.

'My I inquire why you are breaking all my gadgets and shiny objects? Are they really that ugly that it makes you cry and want to break them?' Jack asked

Elizabeth rubbed her eyed with her hands and Jack looked into her deep brown eyes that were puffy and swollen.

'He left me, Jack,' Elizabeth said to him, 'he said that he regretted being a father and he wanted me to tell our child that it has no father, you have no idea of the burden I have to bare.'

'Well, it must be dreadful since you took it all out on my shiny objects and booty!' Jack said to Elizabeth.

Elizabeth looked at him with a look of outrage.

'You stupid pirate!' she shouted at him, 'you have no heart! You don't care of my burden at all! Your just a bloody pirate!'

'I'd hate to disappoint you, love,' Jack said to Elizabeth as he examined a ruby broach that he had stolen from the Kings wife, 'but your married to a pirate, your friends are all pirates, and you are King of the pirates so that happens to make you one of us "bloody pirates".'

Elizabeth's hands turned into fists and she ran up to Jack. She swung one of her fists at him but Jack grasped her wrist and stopped the blow from reaching his face. Elizabeth's angry face crinkled and in a matter of three seconds, she was sobbing on Jacks shoulder. Jack looked at the odd form of Elizabeth crying on his shoulder and was disturbed. He had never met such a hormonal woman nor had he ever had a woman cry on his shoulder so much. He wished that she were still breaking his valuable objects. He patted her on the back awkwardly and moved her to an armchair. It took Elizabeth a little while to regain herself and she put her face into her hands and sighed. She looked up slowly and Jack took a seat.

'I just don't know what to do anymore Jack,' she said to him, 'I've run out of ideas.'

'You should do what I do,' Jack said to her, 'I just make everything up as I go along; frankly it's easier then spending all that energy on planning the whole shebang out in more then one sitting.'

Elizabeth smiled a small sad smile and looked down at the pearly pendant dangling from her neck. My treasure, more beautiful then silver and gold, shinned at her and Elizabeth looked away. She couldn't bear to look at it again; she couldn't bear to have her heart broken again. She had lost everything dear to her: her mother, her father, and now Will. All she had left was the now six-month-old un born child. She still had more then that poor Solence. She stared at Jack's curious looking expression and smiled. He looked like a shaved baboon when his forehead crinkled up in thought and that always put a smile on her face. The coward was her friend, one of her only friends. He had saved her so many times and had always gotten them out of sticky situations. Jack was the closest thing she had ever had to a sibling and she loved the coward like a brother. Will might have left her but she still had Jack, and she had a feeling she was going to see a lot more of him.

That was the last chapter of this part but I promise that there will be more betrayal, more twists, and more delightful surprises along the way! Look out for my new story!