It was vicous and dirty and awful, yet so exhilarating. I was getting an adrenaline rush from all this. I somehow ended up near Hayden again as she and Will worked together, back to back, as if in an intricate dance.
And I heard him shout over the din, "Hayden, will you marry me?"
"What?" She sliced at a fishman.
"Will you marry me?"
"Luckily, I have rings! Grabbed them from me cabin on a whim!" I put in my two cents worth, "Hope you asked Uncle Jack first, Pretty Boy."
"I can handle him," he smirked, "Hayden?"
"OF COURSE I'LL MARRY YOU!" She squealed with joy.
Dad yelled over to us, "Congratulations, you two!"
"Aye!"
"I call Maid of Honor!"
"Sure, Charlie!" She looked up, "Barbossa! Marry us, please!"
"I'm a little busy at the moment!"
"BARBOSSA, NOW!" I roared.
*Hayden's POV*
I could fly right now. I'm just that happy. Will wanted to marry me!
Barbossa growled from where he fought, so high above us, "Fine, then," he clambered onto the railing before the wheel, "Dearly beloved, we be gathered here today... To nail your gizzards to the mast, you poxy cur!"
I laughed as he addressed the fishman in a fury of words and movement. Will grabbed my hands, "Hayden Sparrow, do you take me to be your husband?"
"I do! Of course I do!"
"Great!" He had the dopiest smile on his face.
"Will Turner, do you take me," I kicked a fishman in his male parts, "to be your wife?"
"I do!" Will yelled as loudly as he could, like he was announcing it to the entire world. Charlie whooped and tossed him a small bag. He pulled out two matching silver rings and slid one on my finger during a small break in the battle, putting the other one on his own.
"As captain, I now pronounce you husband and wife," Barbossa fought fiercely, "You may now- You may now- You may k- Just kiss!"
Oh, God. This kiss was perfect and completely mind-blowing. I heard cheering from several members of the crew and of my family. Damn. This was probably the most insane, not to mention violent, wedding in all of history but I wouldn't have it any other way.
*Charlie's POV*
I laughed with joy as I watched my cousin/best friend marry the love of her life. Then I punched a EITC soldier in the mouth to celebrate. All three of us swung over to the Dutchman to help Uncle Jack in any way we could.
We all began to slice and dice our way through the crew, eventually separating. But I did manage to get back to Will in time to stop Bootstrap from killing him, "Bootstrap! Stop!"
He looked at me with blank eyes and I grabbed his arm, forcing him to remember. His eyes widened in horror just as Hayden screamed, "WILL!"
The scene that met us when we turned towards them was horrifying. Will and Hayden were separated by several feet, Jones looming over them. He laughed cruelly, "Ah. Love. A dreadful bond. And yet, so easily severed. Tell me, William Turner, do you fear death?"
"Do you?" Uncle Jack had the heart in the palm of his hand and a knife in the other, "Heady tonic, holding life and death in the palm of one's hand."
"You're a cruel man, Jack Sparrow."
"Cruel is a matter of perspective."
"Is it?"
"Will, move!" I yelled just as Jones lunged. Pretty Boy just barely managed to get out of the way.
"MY SON!" Bootstrap flew at Jones in a fury, but Jones yanked the sword our of the deck and stabbed him through the heart. He crumpled to the ground and Jones let out his cruel cackle.
"Father!" Will screamed, kneeling over Bootstrap's dying body. Uncle Jack, Hayden and I all rushed over as quickly as we could. Then, Uncle Jack put the heart on the deck and the knife in Bootstrap's hand.
I realized what he was about to do, "Uncle Jack-"
"It has to be this way," he made Bootstrap stab the heart. Jones stumbled a bit and looked up as the rain began to pour. Bisabuela's tears.
"Calypso..." And he staggered over the rail, falling into the dark water.
It was over. Well, this part was at least.
"Charlie, get us out of here!" I grabbed Uncle Jack and Hayden, who had Will wrapped in her arms. Then we phased the hell out of there.
*Hayden's POV*
Will clung to me as we landed on the Pearl's deck, his face buried in my neck. I stroked his hair gently, "Oh, Will."
He let out a soft, broken sob before straightening himself up, "We need to fight."
I nodded, "Alright, Love."
"Thank goodness, Jack," Gibbs ran over, "The armada's still out there. The Endeavor's coming up hard to starboard, and I think it's time we embrace that oldest and noblest of pirate traditions."
"Never actually been one for tradition," Dad mutterd with his eyes on the horizon. Aunt Abby and Uncle James ran over to smother Charlie for a few minutes while they could.
"Close haul her! Luff the sails and lay her in irons!" Dad ordered.
"Belay that, or we'll be a sitting duck," Barbossa interjected.
"Belay that 'belay that.'"
"But, capt-" Gibbs tried to start.
"Belay!"
"The arma-"
"Belay!"
"The Endeav-"
"Stow it! Shut it!"
That was when the Dutchman rose from the waters once again, a fully human William Turner the First at the helm. Will let out a happy cry, "Father!"
I laughed brightly and embraced my husband, "He's alright!"
"Ready on the guns!" We hear him order the former fish crew.
"Full canvas!" Dad yelled at the top of his lungs.
"Aye, full canvas!"
"It's a bloody miracle! They actually agree on something!" Charlie yelled as our ships surrounded the Endeavor.
"Cap'n?" Gibbs asked.
"Fire."
"FIRE!" Will and I screamed together.
"FIRE!" Charlie ended the cry as both vessels let lose every cannon on the EITC ship. Then we watched the crew escape and Beckett die in a completely overly dramatic way.
Uncle James let out a sigh, "It's over."
Everyone cheered, every single pirate on every single ship. We had saved our way of life.
Now I just had to protect Will from Dad. Speaking of which, "Hey, Dad?"
"Yes, Hayden?"
"Will and I got married during the battle."
"WHAT?"
Oh, this was not going to be pretty. Charlie found it extremely amusing by the way she was cackling. At least everything was going back to normal. Our type of normal, at least.