So. Here it is. The Last Chapter of The Power of a Pirates Love. What started as a side story as I wrote another one has turned into this completed, 10-chapter hit (by my standards, hehe). I just want to thank you all SO MUCH for all the reviews and support you have given me through all of this. I also want to thank my friend Ashley, who made sure the chapter had no spelling or grammar errors, seeing as I wrote it all at 12 at night. Please review one last time at the end of the chapter, for my sake. : ) Thanks again, and here it is, the last installment in The Power of a Pirates Love.

.::.Chapter 10.::.

The night's isolated storm had dimmed to a slight, continuous drizzle by the next day. Will, along with the rest of the crew, was up on deck, getting soaked to the bone in the steady precipitation. As he performed his duties, his eyes searched the mass of pirates for the particular woman he was looking for. He did this for what neared two hours before he spotted the blonde walking in his direction, a bucket and rag in her hands.

"Elizabeth!" Will called to her happily, attracting the attention of her caramel brown eyes. She walked over, her features ever-so-slightly showing her depression.

"What do you want, Will? Jack has me," she sighed, "swabbing the deck since I can't 'keep my balance very well on the ship'." She glared over at where Alese and the captain were in conversation. She was furious with herself and with the two pirates currently conversing. She was furious that she had been reduced to swabbing the deck. Her spirit had been diminished in less than twelve hours. She looked back to Will, who wore a sympathetic and understanding expression. He hadn't yet said a word. "All right then. I'm going to go ahead and get to work. The quicker I do this, the quicker I regain my dignity."

Will watched as she continued walking past him, which caused him to turn as his eyes continued to follow her. As his mind woke from a dazed state at the realization what he was about to do, he opened his mouth to call to her. "I choose you!"

He watched as the governor's daughter stopped dead in her tracks, dropping the rag and pail of water, standing there for what felt like minutes as life around them seemed to travel in slow motion. At that moment, he had eyes for Elizabeth, and only Elizabeth. She slowly turned around, a smile inching across her face.

Her eyes began to shine like they had so long ago; before the accident, before she had learned of Alese. They shone like they had when she had first met Will, on her journey from England to Jamaica, they shone as they had when Will had first told her he loved her, when he had proposed, when she had absolutely no doubt that he loved her.

As she took in his appearance, she noticed the relieved and happy smile that was plastered on his loving features. His eyes were twinkling with the joy she had longed to see again. He meant it. This was the end of everything he had with Alese. This was her second chance.

Not caring that she should have been swabbing the deck at the moment, not caring that the deck was wet, and she could easily slip, she ran at Will, knowing that if she did slip, he'd catch her. He'd always catch her. Before she knew it, she found her arms around his neck, her eyes staring up into his. Everything was settled. Her life could go on as she had intended. Maybe there were happy endings after all.

"You can not be serious," a voice came from somewhere behind Elizabeth. Alese's voice made her blood run cold. This had meant Will had told her his decision first, which despite the unexpected Puerto Rican, filled her veins with and unexplained happiness.

Elizabeth slowly dropped her arms and took her old spot next to Will, unconsciously smiling. Upon seeing the enraged female's face, she looked up to Will. He should be the one to tell her. As much as she'd like to rub it in his ex-fiancé's face, she knew how dangerous the wrath of a jealous woman could be.

"Actually, Alese," Will spoke calmly, a hint of coldness in his tone, "I am. I'm sorry, Alese, really, I am. But I've been thinking, and I don't really believe that we-" he motioned between him and the raven-haired woman, "-are right for each other. I'm sure you'll find that one person who you would do anything for, and I wish you the best of luck in finding that man."

Elizabeth looked up at the man she loved. She had heard the coldness in his voice, and she could not fathom why it was there. Had Alese pulled something last night, and she didn't know about it? Did the other woman even notice the iciness? By the Englishwoman's observations, it seemed she had.

Eyes of cold blue narrowed in suspicion as she looked at the couple. Inclining her head ever so slightly, Alese spoke. "What has she claimed I've done?" she asked, placing her hands on her slender hips.

Both Will and Elizabeth looked at each other, puzzled.

Alese elaborated on her question. "Did she tell you that I pushed her overboard?" she asked venomously. "Because that is a false accusation, if I had ever heard one."

"False? You know as well as I do that it was because of your doing that I ended up overboard! Yours were the hands that grabbed my shoulders and pushed me forward!" Elizabeth cried out in rage.

"You're forgetting, Miss Swann," Alese shot back through clenched teeth, "that I am not the only crew member on this ship other than yourself."

"And you're forgetting, Miss Rubizio, that I am no simpleton. The hands that took hold of my shoulders that night were those of a woman. I am certain of it. And as it seems that you and I are the only women on this ship, the evidence falls upon you."

Will, who had been standing awkwardly out of the conversation of the two girls, decided at that moment to step in. "Elizabeth did not tell me of this action, I had told her, as well as you, not to speak to me until I had reached my decision. I did, however, hear it mentioned last night to someone who I believe is against reuniting Elizabeth and me just as much as you are."

Elizabeth looked up at him in shock. "You heard that?"

"Every word," he smiled down at her.

"She was obviously lying," Alese shot back at them.

"You don't know her as I do," Will defended. "I heard the tone in her voice, she was most certainly telling the truth." He smiled down at his future, who smiled gratefully back at him.

"Sorry to interrupt," Alese spat, "but we seem to have a problem that we strayed from." The in-love pirates looked at her curiously as she continued. "You've said that you've chosen Elizabeth, but we have the small problem: I always get what I want. Even if I have to result to extreme measures," she stated, unsheathing her sword.

Elizabeth, her light brown eyes wide in shock and anger, reached for her sword, only to find that she had foolishly left it below deck. Will, seeing this dilemma and also spying Alese getting ready to lunge at her opponent, threw himself between the two women, shielding his first love from the attack. Both pairs of brown eyes squeezed shut in anticipation of the disaster that was to come.

Alese, who had no time to stop once she lunged, felt her heart stop in horror as Will jumped in front of her target. This was not happening. If she killed Will... she shuddered at the thought, but could not stop her attack.

Right as the sword was about to make contact, the three pirates heard a metal clang. With this noise, Will and Elizabeth opened their eyes curiously what had stopped the blade from piercing into the former.

To their amazement, there stood none other than Captain Jack Sparrow, the sun's rays reflecting off of the crossed blades and showering him in a golden light. His kohl-lined eyes were looking suspiciously at Alese.

"You weren't attempting to run your blade through one of my crew, by any chance, were you?" he asked, the small speck of anger in his eyes ruining his questioning and careless tone.

"I-"

"Because if you were," Jack cut her off, "I would have to throw you in the brig and make you leave the ship the next time we make port. And from what I saw, it sure did look like you were attacking Miss Swann, is that what ye were doing?" he asked.

"No! Of course not!" She responded, baffled.

"Yes it was!" Both Will and Elizabeth shouted back at her.

"Ah! Two against one it seems. Off to the brig with ye! Masters Pintel and Ragetti!" he called gleefully as the two pirates came shuffling towards them. "Please escort Miss Rubizio to the brig."

"Aye, Cap'n," they responded in unison. And so, taking hold of her by her arms, they turned and led her away as she ranted in Spanish at the top of her lungs.

Elizabeth looked towards Jack curiously. "I thought you were on her side?" she asked cautiously.

"Aye, I was, until I grudgingly realized that in this case, friendship was more important than alliances. Plus, nasty temper she's got, Alese. But back to the main point: don't expect it to happen again," his words sharpened at the third sentence. "Now, I believe I am being called," he announced before briskly walking away.

Will and Elizabeth smiled at each other. No one had been calling the eccentric captain. He had just wanted to rush out of there before saying anything else too compassionate-like.

"She's gone," Elizabeth whispered with a smile. Alese, her endless sea of torment since she had returned, was gone. She would never bother them again.

"Yes. And you've returned," he smiled softly.

"I love you, Will," the pirate breathed as their heads inched closer together.

"I love you too, Elizabeth," the blacksmith-turned pirate said in a voice that matched hers in softness.

And with those few words exchanged between them, they closed the remaining distance between their lips, both becoming lost in each other.

.::.Fin.::.