Disclaimer: I don't own POTC

When Black Charles slashed at Johnny, it was as if time slowed. His sword came swinging around, and sliced Johnny's neck. He crumpled to the floor, and lay there. But Johnny wasn't the only one to fall. Black Charles collapsed an instant later on top of him. With their leader dead, the enemy pirates all ran. Will turned to Jack, who was in a state of shock. He was the first to reach Johnny's side, and threw Black Charles' corpse aside.

"Johnny?"

He lifted him up, and Johnny opened his eyes.

"Jack." It was the only thing he said before he fell unconscious.

In Port David…

Norrington walked as quickly as possible without running. He rounded the corner into Gillette's office.

"When did Lord Beckett say he would be back?"

"Not for another week, at least."

"Blast. I need him. Excuse my language."

"No, no it's quite alright. What is it that you need him for?"

"It's Mr. Mercer. He was called away, and we need Lord Beckett to come retrieve him."

"Well I'm sorry, he's not here."

Norrington gave that flinch you do when you need something and it's not there.

"Let me know immediately when he returns."

At the cave…

While most of the crew killed off the rest of Black Charles' pirates, Elizabeth went to find Clara. Jack and Mr. Gibbs took Johnny back to the Black Pearl.

"I'm afraid he won't live." Jack confided in Gibbs as they rowed towards the Pearl. This was the first time Gibbs had seen Jack look this scared.

"He'll live alright." But Gibbs had his doubts as well. When they got to the Pearl, they quickly pulled Johnny onto the deck, and laid him out. Gibbs leaned down to listen for a heartbeat, and there it was. Faint, but steady.

"He's alive, captain."

Jack visibly relaxed.

"Take him to my cabin, and bandage that nasty cut."

"Aye aye sir!"

Gibbs hurried to follow orders, and Jack turned to help the crew on board. Elizabeth and Clara were still missing, so they waited for them. The two women finally came, and they set sail.

A week later…

It was Elizabeth's turn to look after Johnny, and as she watched him, his breathing slowed, then stopped all together. She wrinkled her brow.

"WILL?"

Running onto the deck, Elizabeth ran straight into Will.

"What is it?"

"It's Johnny, he stopped breathing."

The Turner's ran into the captain's cabin, and there laid Johnny's body. He had peacefully died in his sleep. Will and Elizabeth looked at each other. Elizabeth's eyes were brimming with tears, and as they started to spill over, Will reached out and gathered her in his arms.

"I'll tell Clara if you want me to."

It was the simplest way he could have shown sympathy, and it made Elizabeth cry a little harder. When she had calmed down, Will settled her in their cabin, and set off in search of Clara. He found her and Cutler standing at the rail, watching the sun set. Will walked over and stood by Clara. He didn't say anything for a while. This gave Cutler the impression that he wanted him to leave, so he did. Will turned in Clara's direction.

"Clara?"

"What is it?"

"I'm afraid I have some bad news."

Clara's eyes grew wide.

"It's not Johnny, is it?"

Will slowly nodded. Her eyes filled with tears, and she ran off below deck. Will turned back to the sunset, but he didn't cry.

Okay, I admit. I'm very evil. I killed Johnny. This isn't the last chapter, but I will have the next one up soon. I promise, this story will redeem itself.