"I'm sorry, Charlie," he spoke rapidly, "For everything. I was stupid, blind-I'm so sorry."
"You remember."
"Of course I do. I always did. I just didn't realize. You've grown so much and my mind was clouded by drink," he let out a half-sob.
"It's alright, Papa. It's alright," I hugged him back. Mom joined the hug, wrapping her arms around both of us. Our family was together again.
I stood proudly on the deck of my ship (in my normal outfit, I might as well add), the Oceansong, my parents and grandmother beside me. A signal went up and I turned to Gran, "We need to go."
Dad looked worried, "Are you-"
"Yes, Dad," I grinned, "I'll be fine.
Later, I walked next to Uncle Jack as we flanked Hayden, Gran by Barbossa on the other side. Beckett stood before us, surrounded by Will, Brown Eyes, Mercer and Jones.
"You be the cur that led these wolves to our door," Barbossa mock-glared at Will.
"Don't blame Turner," Beckett said with a self-righteous little smirk, "He was merely the tool of your betrayal. If you wish to see its grand architect, look to your left."
We all turned to look at Uncle Jack, "My hands are clean in this. Figuratively."
"My actions were my own and to my own purpose," Will spoke up firmly, eyes sparkling.
"Well spoke! Listen to the tool."
"If Turner wasn't acting on your behalf, then how did he come to give me this?" Beckett held up the compass, "You made a deal with me, Jack, to deliver the pirates. And here they are. Don't be bashful. Step up, claim your reward."
"Your debt to me is still to be satisfied," Jones spoke up, "One hundred years in servitude aboard the Dutcman, as a start."
"That debt was paid, mate. With some...help."
"You escaped!"
"Technically-"
"Leave him alone, Father!" Gran sneered the last word and her deep brown eyes glittered fiercely, "Haven't you done enough?"
"On the subject of unsatisfied debts," I added my own two cents, "Beckett, Mercer, you have some unfinished business with my parents."
"Gran, Charlie," Hayden warned, "Stop. I propose a trade. Jack for Will."
"Done," Pretty Boy answered.
"Undone!" Uncle Jack protested.
"Done," Shorty sealed the deal
"Jack's one of the nine Pirate Lords! You have no right..." Barbossa was cut off by Hayden's glare.
"King."
"As you command, luv," his Piece of Eight 'fell' into the sand.
"If ye have something to say, I might be saying something as well," the first of the formerly dead spoke.
"First to the finish, then?" He took Will's place next to Jones as Will took his by Hayden.
"Do ye fear death?" Jones asked with a sneer.
"You've no idea."
"Advise your Brethren, you can fight, and all of you will die. Or you can not fight, in which case only most of you will die," Beckett wore a cruel smirk.
"We'll fight and win. You know why?" I stifled a laugh at the line I knew was coming, "'Cause we're pirates favored by Poseidon, bitch."
"So be it."
I threw a quick wink at Brown Eyes before turning around and dissolving into the sea with Gran. I had a battle to prepare for.
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"I'm not asking Bisabuela to help us," I said softly as we watched her be released from the deck of the Oceansong, "Great-Great Grandfather already is."
"Aye," Dad agreed and Mom nodded.
Then we plunged into battle.