Chapter 11: William Turner

Hector held the medallion in one hand but kept one arm around her upper torso in a form of a hug. The crew of the Interceptor was tied up around the mast and the cursed pirates held them at sword and gun point.

"Any of so much as thinks the word 'parley'," threatened Pintel, holding his gun out to the captured crew, "I'll have your guts for garters."

The ocean rumbled like the earth quaking as the Interceptor blew up. Hector and his crew laughed but Melinda's face was expressionless. She knew that they were enemies but she couldn't help but feel bad for blowing up their ship. Instead of feeling gratified, she closed her eyes and leaned against her husband.

"Will!" she heard Elizabeth gasp. "You bastard, stop it!" The girl began hitting Hector with her hands.

Melinda grabbed the girl by the underarms and pulled her off Hector, who smirked at the Elizabeth. Elizabeth tried to paw Melinda's hands off but the woman was stronger.

"Welcome back, miss," said Hector to the girl, "Ye took advantage of our hospitality last time. It holds fair now ye return the favor." He grabbed Elizabeth from Melinda and pushed her towards the crew.

Melinda felt her face empty of color as the crew tried to undress the screaming, struggling girl. As much as Melinda hated Elizabeth, no one deserved to be violated like that. Melinda turned to her husband, who looked satisfied, and gave him a begging look.

"Hector, please," she begged, grabbing his hands in hers. "Don't do this to the girl! No one deserves to be violated like this!"

Her husband gave her a strange look and was about to speak when another voice, one strong and loud, spoke up.

"Barbossa!" shouted the voice.

Everyone looked and saw a young man about twenty years old with brown hair that was currently soaked with matching fiery brown eyes and had a strong build. He looked just like Bill Turner, observed Melinda. The boy had Jack's pistol and he aimed it at Hector, who looked merely bemused.

"She goes free!" proclaimed the young man, gesturing towards Elizabeth.

"What's in yer head, boy?" asked Hector, cocking an eyebrow at the young man.

"She goes free," the boy repeated loudly.

"Ye only got one shot and we can't die," replied Hector smugly.

"Please don't do anything stupid," whispered Jack, pressing his palms together.

"You can't," noted the boy, holding the gun under his chin, "I can."

"Like that," remarked Jack quietly, looking pained.

Hector looked mildly puzzled. "Who are you?" he asked the young man.

"No one," said Jack quickly, approaching Hector. "He's no one. Distant cousin of my aunt's nephew twice removed. Lovely singing voice though. Eunuch." He made a face at that word.

"My name is Will Turner!" shouted the boy. "My father was Bootstrap Bill Turner! His blood runs in my veins!"

"It's the spitting image of Bootstrap Bill come back to haunt us!" cried Ragetti, pointing to the boy.

"He looks like Bill," whispered Melinda to her husband. "He's telling the truth."

"On my word do as I say," said Will, "or I'll pull this trigger and be lost in Davy Jones's locker!"

Hector smirked with an idea forming in his mind. They had finally found Bill Turner's son and he was right there. There was no need to look for him any further. This curse would be over sooner than ever. Striking a bargain with this boy would be easier than Hector could think.

"Name yer terms, Mr. Turner," he said loudly to the boy.

"Elizabeth goes free!" he shouted, glaring at the crew.

"Yes we know that one," remarked Hector, nodding. "Anything else."

"And the crew," added Will, pointing his gun to the crew, "the crew are not to be harmed."

Hector smirked evilly as he took a few steps towards the boy.

"Agreed," he said simply.

The crew of the Interceptor was held in the brig for now while Jack and Will were held in ropes.

"Hector," whispered Melinda, touching her husband on the arm, "can I speak with you…privately?"

Hector gave his wife a curious before nodding and following her into their cabin. He shut the door behind him and turned to his wife for an explanation.

"What's in yer mind, my pretty one?" he asked gently.

Tears welled up in Melinda's eyes as she stared at her husband. "Were you really going to let the crew violate that Elizabeth-girl?"

"What of it?" asked Hector carelessly. "I thought you hated the girl."

"I do," answered Melinda, "but no one deserves to be raped, especially by pirates."

"I'm sorry, love," he whispered, giving his wife a kiss on her cheek.

Melinda wrapped her arms around his neck and rested her head on his chest, tears flowing freely. She didn't like seeing her husband act so violent towards people because it hurt her heart.

Both Will and Jack were being detained by the crew while Elizabeth stood on the plank that was leading her out to sea. Hector watched with an evil smile and held Melinda in a hug.

"Barbossa, you lying bastard!" shouted Will, struggling against his bonds. "You swore she'd go free!"

Melinda tried to rush and harm Will but her husband restrained her and gave the boy a smirk.

"Don't impugn me of my honor, boy!" shouted Hector. "I agreed she'd go free, but it was you who failed ta specify when or where." He chuckled a bit at the irony but Melinda kept a stone face.

"Don't blame my husband for your decision, boy," she said coldly, watching Elizabeth stand on the plank nervously.

"Though, it does seem a shame to lose something so fine, don't it, lads?" Hector looked at the crew for an answer.

The crew murmured in agreement.

"So," he said, "I'll be having that dress back before ya go."

Elizabeth's face contorted in a glare as she undid the dress and tossed it back to him. "Goes with your black heart."

Melinda narrowed her eyes at that but said nothing because her expression said enough.

Everyone waited for Elizabeth to walk the plank but she just stood there hesitantly.

"Too long!" proclaimed Bo-sun, stomping on the plank to make her fall.

Elizabeth resurfaced from the water and began swimming towards the island which left Jack with Hector.

"I'd really rather hoped we were past all this," he said hopefully, looking at Hector.

"Jack…Jack," said Hector, wrapping his arm around Jack's shoulders, "Did ya not notice? That be the same little island we made ya governor of on our last little trip."

"I did notice," replied Jack with a nod.

"Perhaps ye'll be able ta conjure up another miraculous escape...but I doubt it."

The Black Pearl crew, including Melinda, pulled out their weapons and aimed them at Jack, who stood on the plank.

"Off you go now," said Melinda coldly, holding her pistol out.

"Last time you left me a pistol with one shot," remarked Jack, smiling.

"By the powers," said Hector, "yer right. Where be Jack's pistol? Bring it forth!"

Someone brought Jack's weapons forward and gave them to Hector.

"Seeing how there's two of us," said Jack, "a gentleman would give us a pair of pistols."

"It'll be one pistol as before," replied Hector. "You can be a gentleman, shoot the lady, and starve yerself ta death."

Hector threw the weapons into the water and waited for Jack to respond. Jack made a face and jumped into the water after them. The crew and Hector laughed evilly but Melinda merely smirked in satisfaction. Jack Sparrow was finally out of their lives. Finally, Hector gave orders to the crew to make to Isla de Muerta.

"I'm glad that Sparrow is out of our lives," sighed Melinda in relief, wrapping an arm around Hector's waist.

"Soon, we'll be able to live normally," said Hector, holding his wife as they walked. "We'll be able to have our child, like we planned."

"Hector," said Melinda, giving her husband a smile. "I wanna give you something."

"And what might that be, m'dear?" he asked with a smile gracing his lips.

Melinda stepped up on her toes and pressed a passionate kiss to her husband's lips. Before she could pull away, he held onto her and slipped his tongue between her lips so he could taste her mouth. She was mildly surprised because he hadn't kissed her like that for a long time now. Finally, they broke off and smiled at each other.

"I can't wait for that curse to be broken," whispered Hector, wrapping his arms around her waist in a tight hug.

Melinda smiled gleefully, feeling the nice breeze on her skin. Finally, the storm would pass and light would come again.

A/N: Oh, man, this'll only make the ending a lot harder. R&R please!