"You have to give Jack a chance!" Elizabeth said, struggling against the crew members that had grabbed a hold of her due to Barbossa's orders.

"Apologies, yer Majesty!" he snarled, leaning in toward her. "Too long me fate 'as not been in me own 'ands," he said and grabbed Sao Feng's necklace that hung around her neck. "No longer," he said and pulled on it. It snapped off and Elizabeth glared at him as he walked over to the bowl full of the pieces of eight. He plopped Elizabeth's necklace into it and closed his eyes, waving his hand around the bowl.

"Be there some sort of rite or incantation?" Gibbs asked and Barbossa opened his eyes, nodding.

"Aye. Someone must speak the words, 'Calypso, I free ye from yer human bonds.'"

"That's it?" Pintel said skeptically.

Barbossa smirked at him. "It was said it must be spoken as if to a lover." Snickers went across the crew. "Calypso," he said loudly, straightening up. "I release you from yer human bonds," he said and attempted to light the bowl. It was quiet as everyone squeezed their eyes shut but nothing happened. Tia opened her eyes and sent Barbossa a deathly glare as he looked confused and baffled.

"Is that it?" Pintel said and Barbossa shot him a look.

"You didn't say it right," Ragetti said and everyone looked at him. "Ye 'ave ta say it right," he said, fidgeting a bit under their looks. Barbossa gestured at him to take his place. Hesitantly, the skinny pirate inched over to Tia and she gave him a wary look as he leaned in toward her. "Calypso…I release you from yer human bonds," he whispered and she tilted her head back, eyes closed, mouth slightly open. The bowl caught on fire and it started to levitate. Everyone looked bewildered.

"Tia Dalma!" Will hissed, managing to escape momentarily from the crew member and he leaned in toward her. The crew member grabbed him again, tugging on his shoulder. He fought back and Tia didn't respond, still looking up with her eyes closed intently. "Calypso," he said and she opened her eyes, focusing right on his, and the bowl clattered to the floor. "When the Brethren Court first imprisoned you, who was it that told them how?" he asked as she started to shake in anger, eyebrows furrowed deeply. "Who was it that betrayed you?"

"Name him!" she spat.

Will smirked slightly and said, "Davy Jones."

Her eyes widened and she tilted her head back, letting out an agonized groan. She started to grow in size and everyone quickly tightened their grips on the ropes, trying to stop her.

"This is it!" Pintel shouted, pointing at her as she continued to grow, starting to become an unbelievable sight. "This is it!"

Ropes started to snap and some parts of the wooden floor started to break. She stopped growing, her unbelievably immense body as tall as a mast. Everyone stared, confounded, amazed, and terrified. Barbossa pushed his way past his crew and walked in front of her immense form.

"Calypso!" he shouted, getting down on one knee. His crew followed, Elizabeth and Will hesitantly after. "I come before ye as but a servant, humble and contrite. I have fulfilled me vow," he said and he looked up at her. "And now ask a favor. Spare meself, me ship, me crew," he said, raising his arms and gesturing toward everything. "But unleash yer fury on those who dare pretend 'emselves yer masters…or mine," he finished with a smile.

She smiled down at him strangely and his eyebrows furrowed slightly. She started to scream at them in her native language and everybody quickly stood up, tightening their grips on the ropes that they still managed to have a hold on. She turned into thousands of crabs and attacked the ship like a wave. The ship rocked back and forth, allowing the crabs to fall off. Ragetti pulled one out of his pants and tried to shake it off as it clutched onto his fingers. He danced around as Will and Elizabeth glanced around their surroundings.

"Was that it?" Will said.

"Why, she's no help at all," Pintel said as he looked down at the waters. "What do we do now?" he asked, looking at Barbossa beside him.

"Nothin'," he snarled. "Our final hope 'as failed us."

Elizabeth looked up at the darkening skies, her dirty blonde hair flying in the wind. "It's not over."

"There's still a fight to be had," Will said as he walked up next to her.

"We've an armada against us, and with the Dutchman, there's no chance," Gibbs said miserably.

"Only a fool's chance," Elizabeth said quietly.

"Revenge won't bring yer father back, Miss. Swann," Barbossa said and he turned to look at her surprisingly calm face. "And I don't intend ta die fer it."

"You're right," she said and started to walk away. "Then what shall we die for?" she said, looking back at him. "You will listen to me," she said and she walked among the crew. "Listen!" she shouted, jumping up on the railing and grabbing onto the rope for support. "The Brethren will still be looking at us to lead, and what will they see? Frightened bilge rats aboard a derelict ship? No, they will see free men, and freedom!" she shouted, looking at everyone. "And what the enemy will see is the flash of our cannons, they will hear the ring of our swords and they will KNOW what we can do! By the sweat of our brows," she said and Barbossa looked up, having said that phrase before. "And the strength of our backs, and the courage of our hearts…gentleman, hoist the colors."

"Hoist the colors," Will said.

"Hoist the colors," Ragetti murmured.

"Hoist the colors!" Pintel shouted.

"Aye…the wind's on our side, boys, and that's all we need!" Gibbs shouted and everyone shouted, raising their weapons. Elizabeth's influential speech was all they needed.

"HOIST THE COLORS!" Elizabeth shouted over her shoulder at the other pirate ships. The other ships cheered and shouted as their raised their flags up in the air, fluttering in the strong wind.

Norrington stared at Elizabeth in disbelief for a few moments, amazed at how much she transformed, amazed at how much of a…pirate she had become. He looked down at himself in his pirate attire. What was he now? A former Admiral? Would he become another low-life drunken idiot? No, he thought, shaking his head. He wouldn't call himself a pirate, but he wasn't a soldier either. He was James Norrington. He looked up and unsheathed his sword. "Hoist the colors."

The fight had begun.

"What 'appaned ta you, love?" Jack murmured as he looked at Rose. She laughed weakly.

"Davy Jones decided to make me die slowly and painfully," she said and sucked in a breath as she accidentally grazed her slit wrist. "He knows what he's doing."

Jack bent down, grabbing onto the bars as he looked at her sorrowfully and worriedly. "Oh Rosey, darlin'…"

"'Ave ye noticed, on top of everything, it's rainin'?" Pintel shouted at Ragetti as they walked across the deck. Indeed, it was raining hard, almost as if the entire ocean had been dumped on top of them.

"That's a bad sign," Ragetti responded, putting a hand out to the rain.

"Keep that powder dry!" Gibbs shouted as he walked across the deck, watching men carefully pass gun powder to each other. He walked over the railing and his eyes widened at the large whirlpool. "MAELSTROM!" he shouted, turning around.

"Captain Barbossa!" Elizabeth shouted as she ran up to the man, who was looking out at the sea, one hand outstretched into the rain. "We need you at the helm!"

He turned around and looked at her for a moment. "Aye, that be true!" he shouted back and walked over to the wheel, pushing Cotton out of the way. "Brace up the yards, ya cockeyed deck apes!" he shouted against the rain and Elizabeth and Will smiled over at each other. "Dyin' the day worth livin' fer!"

"Veer out!" Mercer shouted as the Flying Dutchman neared the maelstrom and Jones pushed the soldier using the wheel out of the way.

"She'll not hurt us! Full bore and into the abyss!" Jones shouted as he turned the wheel and Mercer grabbed his shoulders.

"Are you mad?" he screamed.

"Ha!" Jones laughed, leaning in toward him. "Ye afraid ta get wet?"

"On our stern and gaining!" Will shouted and the Black Pearl entered the whirlpool, followed by the Dutchman.

"More speed! Hold yer wind and haul yer water!" Barbossa shouted, almost in a singsong voice. The Dutchman's cannons were put into place and started to fire away at the Pearl. One flew through a part of a mast and Barbossa moved his head to the right as the cannon passed him. There was a small explosion in the back of the ship as the cannon collided and a crew member went flying off the ship, screaming. Everyone was scrambling around and working hard as the two ships went across the murky maelstrom. Rain continued to thud against them and the crew members down below deck put the cannons in place. Pintel and Ragetti stood on either side of the cannon, readying themselves as they watched the Dutchman get in their view.

"FIRE!" Barbossa shouted.

"Fire!" Gibbs shouted and each crew member lit up their cannons. They crashed into the Dutchman and some members went flying back as the cannons hit. As Jones turned the wheel, he looked to the right and looked again to find a cannonball flying right toward him.

"Take cover!" he shouted, letting go of the wheel and jumping over to the side, grabbing Mercer in the process. East India Trading Company soldiers went flying and fell onto the wooden floor after being struck. Blood tainted their faces as they screamed in pain, grabbing their heads. Jones got up and grabbed a hold of Mercer's shoulders, smirking widely. Mercer looked down at the claws on his shoulders and looked back up at Jones, trying to look fearless, but couldn't. Jones started to chuckle maliciously as his tentacles spread across Mercer's face. His tentacles went into his mouth and nose as Mercer could only stand helplessly, his struggles useless. There was a loud crack and Mercer fell, allowing Jones to grab the key that had been hanging on the now dead man's neck. Smirking, he put it around his neck and walked back to his wheel.

Jack dragged the bench along with him as he walked over to Rose's cell. He put it under the hinges and she lifted her head.

"No."

He stopped and looked at her curiously. "What?"

"I'm not leaving," she mumbled and his eyebrows arched up. "I already did everything that I wanted to in life, Jackie," she explained, putting her head back down on the dirty floor. "More than I originally planned, actually."

"You used ta make plans?"

She laughed quietly. "Yes, darlin', I did."

"Then let's plan ta get outta 'ere!" he said urgently.

"Just leave me," she murmured. "Let me rot here and die."

He paused for a moment before releasing his grip on the bench. "I can't believe yer givin' up," he said, his voice surprisingly cold. Rose shot up, eyes wide.

"What?"

"What, you expected me condolences?" he questioned, raising his eyebrows. She could only stare at him blankly, her mouth slightly open. "I don't got no time for that. I 'ave a Davy Jones ta kill, and that opportunity doesn't come around everyday."

"I…I can't believe you!" Rose said incredulously, angrily. "You're just gonna leave me here and let me die?"

He shrugged. "You said you wanted ta. I always want me Rosey ta get 'er way."

She glared at him. "Fine," she spat. "Go and kill Davy Jones!"

"Okay," he said and turned around, starting to walk away casually. Her eyes widened and she stood up quickly.

"No, wait!" she called out after him and he paused mid-stride, glancing at her over his shoulder.

"I thought you wanted ta stay 'ere and rot ta death."

She bit down on her lower lip. "I didn't mean it."

"Then why'd you say it, eh?"

She hesitated for a moment before answering. "I'm scared, all right?" she said, sighing. "What if Norrie doesn't feel the same way about me, what if-"

"Whoa, stop right there!" Jack interrupted, lifting his hand and turning around to face her fully. "Yer willin' ta rot in a cell just 'cause yer scared of Norrington's response?" he asked and she nodded slowly. He snorted loudly and she raised an eyebrow at him. "Bloody hell, you must really be crazy 'bout the guy! I ain't ever seen you act to stupid!"

"Who are you calling stupid?" she snapped and he merely smirked.

"I guess that's what love does ta ye, eh?" he said, shrugging.

"And that's why you left Angelica?" Rose retorted and Jack didn't respond, looking away, giving her the view of his profile.

"I don't know what you're talkin' 'bout."

"You know exactly what I'm talking about."

"That ain't the point," he said, looking back at her. "Don't be afraid, love. There ain't nothin' ta be afraid of. We've been through far worse than 'aving a man respond ta yer feelings, eh?"

She couldn't help the smile that lifted her face. "Yes, we have gone through far worse."

He started to walk back toward her, stopping in front of her, the bars of the cell the only things keeping them apart. "I'm proud of the pirate you've become, darlin'. And you 'aven't ever been the one ta let anything get between ye and yer fate, yer adventures, 'ave ye?" he said and she smiled again, shaking her head. "And let's keep that up. Now, Rose Earles, will you join me?"

She smirked widely. "Aye, Captain."

Jack and Rose walked up to the main deck, instantly getting drenched in the thudding rain. Jones walked down the stairs and noticed Jack.

"Ha ha!" he laughed. "Lookie here, boys," he said to his crew members as they started to crowd around. He took slow steps toward Jack and he backed up, Rose beside him, holding an arm out in front of him protectively. "A lost bird. A lost bird that never learned to fly!" Jones said, whipping out his sword.

Jack smiled. "To my greatest regret…but!" he said, running over to the broken railing, grabbing onto some rope. "Never too late ta learn, mate!" he said and hit the railing with the chest, causing him to go flying up into the air. He grinned as he miraculously landed on a mast and he turned. The grin wiped off his face as Jones took steps toward him, sword in hand.

"The chest, boy! Hand it over!"

"I can set you free, mate."

"My freedom was forfeited long ago," Jones said and let out a battle cry, charging toward Jack. He blocked the attack with his own sword and the two started to sword fight on the mast in the middle of a storm.

The two ships were closing in on each other, nearing the middle of the maelstrom. Members of the Dutchman grabbed ropes and flung off the ship, roaring with raised weapons. Will and Elizabeth, as well as other members of the Pearl, started to shoot at the intruders. Jones' crew members landed on the Pearl with loud thuds and were quickly welcomed by blades and bullets.

"Elizabeth!" Will called out as he sliced one of Jones' crew members, dodging the attack of another one. "Elizabeth!" he shouted again, grabbing her hand and pulling her back. She looked at him. "Will you marry me?"

She gasped, looking flabbergasted. She shoved Will out of the way and blocked the attack that had been aimed toward him from behind. "I don't think now is the best time!"

"Now may be the only time!" Will responded, slicing thorough another member. He ducked an attack and ran back to the mast, colliding into Elizabeth. "I love you!" he said, smiling, earning a smile in return. "I've made my decision. What's yours?"

She didn't respond for a moment. "Barobossa!" she shouted and Will's smile slipped off his face, replaced by a confused and almost horrified look. "Marry us!" she shouted, looking at said Captain up by the helm, slicing and dicing soldiers. Will's confusion quickly cleared up as he too looked up at Barbossa.

"I'm a little busy at the moment!" Barbossa shouted back, dodging an attack.

"Barbossa! Now!" Will shouted back at him, dodging an attack from a soldier.

"Fine then!" Barbossa shouted as he finished his kill. He stood up on the table, kicking a soldier in the process. Will came up from behind Elizabeth, grabbing her waist, and they looked at each other.

"Dearly beloved, we be gathered 'ere today," Barbossa started, putting a hand to his chest. "Ta nail yer gizzards ta the mast, ye poxy cur!" he shouted as he kicked one of Jones' members in the face. Elizabeth and Will's faces contorted and Elizabeth ducked an attack from a soldier. Will quickly stabbed him and the two looked back at each other, grabbing hands.

"Elizabeth Swann, will you take me to be your husband?"

"I do!" Elizabeth said, smiling widely.

Will smiled, his eyebrows crinkling happily. "Great!" he said and they both dodged attacks, running.

"Will Turner," Elizabeth said as she grabbed his hand, sword fighting with the other. "Do you take me to be your wife?" They switched places as they continued to sword fight. "In sickness and in health, with health," she said as Will came up from behind her, stabbing the member she was fighting. "Being less likely."

They twirled around, dodging swords and slicing through enemy crew members. They returned back to each other, locking hands and eyes. "I do," Will said and Elizabeth smiled. They both ducked, avoiding the two swords aimed at their heads.

Barbossa swung his sword around at the few men surrounding him on top of his table. "As Captain, I now pronounce you…"

He grabbed a soldier by the neck and banged him against the wheel as Will and Elizabeth stabbed soldiers.

"You may kiss," he said but couldn't finish his sentence as he whipped out his pistol and shot an incoming soldier. Will grabbed a hold of Elizabeth's waist and leaned in for a kiss. They were interrupted by a screaming soldier running toward them, his sword held up high. Elizabeth quickly got up and blocked the attack. "You may kiss…" Barbossa started again but had to block another attack from behind. Elizabeth and Will turned around and their swords clashed together. "JUST KISS!" Barbossa shouted impatiently and he stabbed another soldier.

Elizabeth grabbed Will's arm and pulled him to her. Their lips met and they kissed each other, forgetting about the battle they were in. Pintel, Ragetti, and Jack the monkey peeked at them, smiling funnily. Norrington stared at the newly-wed couple and he smiled sadly.

Back at the Dutchman, Jones and Jack continued their sword fight on top of the mast. Their swords formed an 'x' and Jones leaned in toward Jack, tentacles writhing.

"You can't do anything without the key!" Jones hissed.

"I already 'ave the key!" Jack shouted back and Jones looked back and forth with his white eyes, smiling. He raised one of his tentacles, dangling the key.

"No you don't! Ha-ha!"

"Oh, that key," Jack said as he glanced at it. He twirled his sword around, separating it from Jones', and cut off the tentacle in one foul swoop. Jones screamed as the tentacle holding the key went flying down below. He raised his sword but Jack managed to strike the sword, causing it to go down below as well. He struck Jones in the face with the chest and raised his sword to slice his head. Jones quickly looked back and grabbed the sword with his claw, chopping most of it off. The grin fell off Jack's face as he looked back at his sword, more like a knife now, and took steps back as Jones took steps forth. The ships' masts collided into each other and Jack lost his balance, falling off the mast.

"No!" Jones shouted as the chest went flying down and he dropped down onto his torso, grabbing the chest's handle. His eyes widened and his eyebrows furrowed as he saw Jack hanging down, holding onto the other handle of the chest. He heaved him up once and Jack grinned at Jones as their faces met. Jones snarled and he heaved up the chest once more with much more strength and force. Jack went sailing through the air but was caught by one of Jones' crew members swinging around on a rope.

Jack grabbed a hold of the rope and glanced down at the member's belt. "Oi, my pistol," he said and grabbed it, bonking the member on the head with it. He fell with a shout and Jack continued to swing around the ship, adjusting the pistol. He aimed it toward Jones, who was standing up, chest in hand. Jones paused for a moment, feeling something behind him, but before he could look the chest was shot out of his hand. The chest fell to the main deck and hit the crew member that Jack had once thrown a coconut at. His head got pushed into his body and he wobbled back, falling off the ship.

Norrington walked back up to the main deck of the Dutchman, his breathing short and ragged, his hands curled up into fists. He hadn't found Rose in the brig. His last wishes at thinking that she was alive were crushed.

He looked up and could've sworn that he saw the very woman he thought was dead standing in front of him, looking down at her bandaged wrist. He shook his head vigorously, blinking some more, but she still stood there. He was so flustered and confused that he hadn't noticed the crew member come up from behind and attack him.

He would've been dead if a bullet hadn't whizzed past his ear and struck the member in the face. He turned around, finally realizing that he was about to be attacked, to watch the member fall off the ship and into the sea. He turned back around to find a certain redhead stomp toward him.

"What the bloody hell is wrong with you?" she snapped at him and he leaned his head back, his eyes widening. "You could've been killed!"

"…Rose?"

"What?" she snapped impatiently and was embraced tightly. She raised her eyebrows in surprise but hugged him back nonetheless.

"I thought I lost you," Norrington murmured into her ear, tightening his grip on her even further.

She winced. "Norrie, ow, that hurts," she said and he quickly let go of her.

"Sorry," he said, giving her an apologetic smile. "I just-"

She grabbed his arm and tugged him away from an incoming cannonball. "Bloody hell; watch out, stupid!"

He smiled slightly. "Now you're calling me stupid."

She looked at him, raising an eyebrow. That was when he noticed dried blood on her face, so dry that even the heavy rain was barely taking it off. The front of the shirt, the only side he could see, had some bits of blood on it. She wore Jack's coat, he noticed, and he frowned.

"What happened?" he asked worriedly, his eyebrows crinkling, gently taking her bandaged hand and looking at it.

She didn't respond for a moment and sighed. "Davy Jones tortured me. Don't worry, though; I'm fine."

"Fine?" he said disbelievingly, his face turning slightly red from anger. "FINE? This is horrible, Rose! Why I oughta-"

"You oughta what, give him a lecture on how to treat a lady?" she snapped and he looked at her, surprised. "I can take care of myself, thank you very much," she said, taking her hand back. "I put this gauze on my hands and wrists myself. Not to mention that I had to change my shirt into a clean one," she said, looking down at herself. She looked back up at him and raised an eyebrow at his small smile. "What are you smiling about?"

His smile widened. "Even in a life or death situation, you don't change."

She smirked slightly. "I'll take that as a compliment. Now, what the bloody hell are you doing here? It's dangerous!"

"I came to look for you!" he said and grinned, brushing away a lock of hair that clung to her cheek. "It was the best idea I've ever had."

She laughed quietly. "C'mon now, darlin', I gotta get to work. You go back to the Pearl, all right?"

His eyebrows furrowed. "No," he said defiantly and she raised an eyebrow.

"Excuse me?"

"I'm staying with you, Rose, no matter what."

"Wha-"

"I'M NOT LOSING YOU AGAIN!" he shouted suddenly and she raised her eyebrows, her mouth falling open.

"Fine," she snapped after a moment. "Then help me look for the chest!" she said and walked off, glancing around at the deck floor. Norrington smiled and walked after her.

Jack continued to fly through the air on his rope and his eyes widened as a screaming crew member of Jones came sailing toward him on a rope. Jack raised his legs and kicked the member, who let out a screech as he went plummeting toward the deck floor. Jack grabbed onto the other rope and started to swing around. He glanced over his shoulder to find a crew member swinging after him. He looked back around to find another moldy member swinging toward them and he darted his eyes back and forth at the two. He dropped down low and the two ropes swung around his long one.

Jones found the chest lying on the floor and he started to quickly walk toward it only to have Jack jump in front of it, the rope he had been hanging on to flying off. He unsheathed it sword only to reveal that it was broken from the time that Jones had chopped it.

"Hah!" Jones laughed and Jack dropped his sword, starting to run around the wheel that was used to release the Kraken. Jones followed him and they looked at each other from across the wheel. Jack went back and forth a bit in his standing position, shoulders and arms moving as if he would run off quickly. Jones played along for a few moments until he got tired of it and straightened up. He sucked in a breath and went right through the wheel. Jack's mouth formed a perfect little 'o' and he turned the wheel, grinning like a little kid as Jones went spinning with it. It stopped and he leaned forward, shaking his tentacles. Jack screamed and ran away in his ridiculous fashion.

Murtogg and Mullroy looked over at each other. After counting to three, they swung off the rope they shared and swung across the ships, across all the cannonballs and gun shots. They hit the side of the Black Pearl with a thud. Elizabeth jumped up onto the railing, grabbing a rope beside the one that Murtogg and Mullroy were dangling from. She glanced back at Gibbs and the rest of the crew trying to hold back the foes.

"Go!" Gibbs shouted at her and she nodded, turning back around.

Rose ducked from another incoming cannonball and she quickly grabbed the fallen chest.

"Where's Jackie?" she shouted, glancing around and Norrington looked around the ship as well.

Her question was answered when Jack crashed onto the floor by her feet and she let out a yelp, pushing the chest into Norrington's hands. She quickly bent down and brushed his dreadlocks out of his face. Elizabeth jumped onto the Dutchman and in front of Jones.

"You'll see no mercy from me!" he shouted at her.

She unsheathed her sword. "That's why I brought this!" she shouted back and swung her sword toward him. He raised his sword, blocking the attack, and quickly slashed his sword toward her leg. She blocked it and they engaged in a sword fight.

"Get back to the Pearl, all right?" Jack said to Rose, holding the side of his head. She looked at him worriedly.

"But-"

"Go! Now!" he shouted, grabbing a hold of her shoulders. She nodded after a moment, her face pained, and got up. Norrington handed Jack the chest and Jack took it.

"You better not die!" Rose shouted at him and he looked up at her, a wide smirk stretching across his handsome face.

"Love, I'm Captain Jack Sparrow."

She laughed, unable to help it, and turned around, grabbing Norrington's hand. The two ran off. Jack looked down at the floor and saw Jones' tentacle inching away with the key still intact.

Norrington and Rose jumped onto the railing, each grabbing a rope. Norrington looked at the redhead beside him and she looked at him, grinning.

"'Tis not everyday you get to jump across ships that are flinging cannonballs out of them," she said and jumped off. He quickly followed and the two landed on the deck floor of the Pearl. The ship itself was a war zone, pirates against pirates, slime against flesh. Rose quickly unsheathed her sword and took steps forth to join but was quickly pulled back. She turned around, eyebrows furrowed slightly, to find that it was Norrington who had pulled her back.

"I just remembered; I have to tell you something!" he shouted at her and she rolled her eyes.

"Now isn't the best time, love!" she shouted back and was about to turn around, only to be pulled back once again. "Ow! Be gentler, darlin'! I have cuts all over me!"

His face quickly softened. "Sorry."

She softened as well. "'Tis alright. Now, like I said, we gotta start fighting! I'm not going to stand around here and watch my comrades nearly die!"

"Rose. This is important."

"It can-" she was cut off when Norrington leaned down and kissed her. She raised her eyebrows and he leaned back, smirking slightly.

"You talk too much," he said and she stared at him, her mouth wide open. He couldn't help but chuckle. He quickly stopped chuckling and unsheathed his sword as he noticed a soldier run toward Rose, sword held high up in the air. He would've been able to kill him too if Rose herself hadn't turned around and stabbed the soldier. She glanced at Norrington over her shoulder and offered him a smirk. He smirked in return and she laughed.

"My, you look so damn attractive when you smirk, Norrie."

Despite the screams of men getting murdered, the thudding sounds of the cannons, he blushed. She laughed loudly at that and looked back forward, starting to walk off. He stopped her by gently wrapping his arms around her waist from behind. He leaned down, placing his face right above her shoulder.

"I love you," he murmured into her ear. He felt her stop breathing for a few seconds before she started to breathe again. She didn't respond as she whipped out her gun and shot an incoming foe.

"Sorry, can you say that again?" she asked Norrington. He couldn't see her face but could hear the amused smirk in her voice.

He let go of her and she faced him, looking up at him expectedly. He cupped her face and they looked into each other's eyes. "I love you, Rose. I love you."

She placed her hands over his and she smiled. "You know I love you too."

He smiled and leaned down, gently putting his forehead against hers. They closed their eyes, their breathing slow, and they seemed to forget about everything. "Will you marry me?"

She opened her eyes, wide and alert, and she tore herself away from him. She quickly felt guilty for her surprised reaction as Norrington's face fell. She started to approach him again but stopped mid-stride when she heard Gibbs shouting for her.

"This ain't the time ta talk, lass!" he shouted at her as he tried to hold back one of Jones' crew members. He lost his balance on a large puddle that had formed and fell onto his back. He groaned loudly and his grey eyes widened at the sword quickly coming down toward him. It was blocked with another, bringing the attention to its owner. The crew member turned to face Rose and let out a low growl.

He slashed his sword toward her and she blocked it again, swiveling her sword around his to separate them. She quickly took steps forth and slashed toward his chest but the attack was blocked. She tried to slash him again, this time aiming for her leg. He blocked it again but another sword went through his chest. He fell over, his fish guts getting all over the floor, to reveal Marty.

She smiled and gave the short pirate a nod of thanks before turning around and dashing off. Perhaps it was the rain, or maybe she was just feeling fuzzy-minded from Norrington's question, but she ran straight into a soldier's back. He turned and flung his arm toward her, sword in hand. She blocked the attack and started to battle him. Norrington spotted Rose again and ran toward her, quickly stabbing the soldier from the side. He let out an ear curdling screech and Rose stabbed him in the chest. He quickly fell limp and fell over, dying.

"Thanks," she breathed and Norrington looked at her. "I'm sorry I didn't answer your question; you just caught me off guard."

He took a step forth, closing the small distance between them. "Then answer me right now. Will you marry me, Rose?" he asked and she closed her eyes for a moment before opening them again.

"Yes."

THERE'S ONLY ONE MORE CHAPTER LEFT! I'm positive I'll finish it this weekend; there's only a few paragraphs left.