A/N: We are coming to the end of another story, and all things good must come to an end right? (Just like Captain Jack Sparrow sniff). I am still teetering on the edge of putting up a third one, so far in the notebook it's coming along nicely but I wouldn't want to put it up and then become stuck and not know what I'm doing. But by popular demand everyone wants a third story, but it WILL BE THE LAST if I do decide to put it up. I don't know. OK let's just get on with the chapter.

Roonil Wazlib42: Did I tell you about the Vampirates book? If I didn't let me know and I'll show you tomorrow.

TETC: Do you have a soccer game this weekend? I would like to go. Let me know.

Writing Fairy/Max: This is a song for you: AQUARIUS! You're traveling your future when your tounge freezes to the back of a speeding bus. Fill that void in your pathetic life by playing whackamole 17 hours a day! OK so here's the earth, bleep that is a sweet earth you might say. Round. Ok so ruling out the ice capes melting, metors becoming crashed into us, and ozone layer leaving, we're defiently going to blow ourselves up. So basically we got Harry, Ron, Hermione Voldemort, the Dementors, that Malofy jerk, and the Weasley Family, with crappy wands. So one day Voldemort decides that Harry is a bleeper and he is going down. On the way Harry's like crap, crap, who the freak is zapping us? And Ron's like whatever just fire ze crucios. Ok enough with that, I'm stalling.

Longest Author's Note, ever. I AM PEPRIKA! It's hot...in To-peka! LOL.

Disclaimer: Yeah, know matter how much I wish I owned Captain Jack Sparrow, I can't say him or any other character in POTC is mine. Except for Jazzy. Freaking copywrighters.

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As soon as I hit the water I thought;

"Didn't think this through! Didn't think this through! Didn't think this through!"

Wood was falling everywhere, threatining to take me down with the ship. Technically I'M not the Captain of the Black Pearl, therefore it is not my job to go down with it. The mast nearly fell on top of me, and all the while I have the frickin' Kraken trying to grab me again with it's tentacles. I didn't notice the sails coming down until a dark shadow was cast above. I was caught in the sail, like a blanket that you roll around in and then after a few minutes when you need to get out of it you're stuck.

I was not going to die, I was not going to freaking die! My lungs were about to burt from the lack of oxygen I despretly craved. It didn't help that I was still in pain from my last encounter with the horrid beast. As a last resort, I sliced the sail with my sword and then made a dash for the surface. The only problem now was that the entire ship was sinking, and the force of the ship was bringing me down with it.

I couldn't save Jack, I had known it from the moment I jumped off the deck. My heart throbbed and I just wanted to die. But other people needed me. I climbed up the mast of the ship and broke the surface, gulping down the air as if it was my last breath. I wiped away the water from my face, only to realize it wasn't water, it was tears. The hot, sticky tears of all the sadness I had endured over my lifetime wre not splattered all across my cheeks.

I saw the Flying Dutchman in view, and was glad I wasn't aboard it. Jones had opened the chest, for he shouted;

"CURSE YOU JACK SPARROW!"

It was his own damn fault for hiding his heart in an obvious place. OK maybe not that obvious.

"THAT'S CAPTAIN JACK SPARROW!" I corrected, shouting to his ship.

"How could you have bested the beast?" Jones gaped. "Twice?"

"Easy mate. I was trained by the best damn pirate to have ever sailed the seas. Captain Jack Sparrow."

With that I turned and swam toward Tia Dalma's swamp. As I cut through the water with ease, I knew it was my fault Jack had died. I sold him out, just so I could have my freaking sight back. I could always see, I was only blinded by my own ignorance. I couldn't stop crying, not even when I crawled on shore of the swamp. It was dark, and each person that lived there stood in the water, a black candle in each of their hands. They missed Jack, and I didn't blame them.

I stood across from Tia's hut, but I was afraid to go in. Would they banish me for not saving my Captain? And what of the crew? Jack promised to leave me in charge should anything happen to him, but would the crew (what was left of them anyway) be willing to listen. Will. Oh he knew I sold Jack out, would he rat me out? I felt awful, and turned my back to the hut. I sat down on the ground and pulled my legs up to my chest. One of the women came up to me, with her black candle. She pointed toward the flame.

"Contra el frio. Y el dolor." She said in Spanish. (A/N: I'm pretty sure that's not the language, but just go with it.)

In English it means, "Against the cold. And the pain."

I sniffed and nodded. She pointed toward Tia Dalma's hut and then pulled me to my feet. I waded across the swamp and climbed up the ladder to her door. I paused before I knocked, looking back at the woman. She gestured with her hand for me to proceed, and I knocked softly.

Tia Dalma opened the door, I recognized her from the first time I met. Her house looked exactly the same, odd objects hanging from jars that were dangling down from the ceiling. Shelves upon shelves filled with physic books and scrying. Loads of trinkets that Jack often used to steal when she wasn't looking.

"Come in." She said, handing me a warm mug.

Will was absently jamming his father's dagger into the table and Elizabeth was in one corner, tears spilling all over her face making clean marks among the dirt. Tia Dalma went to everyone else and offered them drinks.

"Against de cold...and de sorrow." She said.

I sat down across from Will who finally looked up.

"You knew she was alive?" He asked Tia.

"I knowed she was alive from trying to save da Captain that she done love that she won't a-dmit." Tia replied.

She was right, and it hurt to be said by someone else when my heart couldn't admit it. I loved Jack, not like a brother, not like a father, I loved him. My heart couldn't take the acheness, but I wasn't about to go nuts and carve out my heart and lock it away in a chest. I dropped my mug in put my head in my hands, sobbing silently. Will resumed his table carving.

"It's a shame. I know you're t'inking that wid the Pearl, you coulda captured the devil and set free your fadder's soul." Tia commented to Will.

"It doesn't matter now. The Pearl is gone, along with it's Captain."

Increased sadness. The beating I had recieved from the Kraken was nothing compared to how I felt now. Every limb, every organ, was screaming out in agony. Nobody knows what it's like to love someone so much, and have them ripped away from you. They all toasted to Jack.

"If there was anything to be done...that could bring him back...Jasmine..."Will attempted to comfort me.

"Would you do it? Hmmm?" Tia Dalma interrupted. " What... would you? Hmmm? What would any of you be willing to do? Would you sail to the ends of the eart', and beyond, to fetch back with the Jack and 'im precious Pearl?"

"Aye!" Agreed everyone in the room.

I glared at Elizabeth as she responded,

"Yes."

" Alright. But if you're goin' brave de mysterious, and haunted shores, at world's end, den... you will need a captain who knows those waters."

"I do." I answered, trying to clean off someone of the tears from my face.

"Not you." She cut off. "You're emotions are too great, and they could get in da way."

I wanted to pounce on her but I held back. She was right, plus I barely knew where this was. But as foosteps pounded down the steps, and I recognized the man, wild and uncontroable fury replaced the sadness.

"So tell me, what's become of my ship?" Barbossa asked.

Before we could all answer, or register any surprise at all, the front door burst open again. A man stood in the doorway, brown hair that cut off at his shoulders and was secured by a dark blue bandana. His eyes were a light blue color, like the sea just after sunrise. His tan tunic that shaped his arms with a brown vest over it. The baggy pants that all men wore accomodated with his leather boots. Artifacts from his adventures hung around a scarf around his waist. I recognized him at once, and felt completely lightheaded.

"...Cyle...?"

A/N: I know I promised a lot of you a longer chapter, but I didn't turn out like I had it written in my notebook. The last guy's name is prononuced Kyle just with a C instead. Anyways please R&R!

-16aqua OUT!