May 18th, 2007, 4:18 am. We have eight days total until Pirates of he Caribbean; At World's End comes out. That leaves me four days to reread, and repost each story. What with Alice in Wonderland going on … it'll be a tough deadline.

Let's go for it.

Epilogue – A Pirate's Life

The first thing Scarlette did the next day was bargain with Hades for the souls of those aboard The Necromancer. She managed to get him to bring them all back somewhat intact, Jukes included, and they became her crew, as they were all very grateful to her for having brought them back, if only for that purpose.

Morgan, however, never got his ship back. He did not join Scarlette's crew aboard the cursed ship either.

Jack had specified that she would captain the Dutchman, which he called the 'Crocodile Machine' half the time in conversation. He wanted to keep his precious Pearl, and that was fine with her. He was still in command of her, and she didn't mind that either because it was not assumed.

Ragetti, Pintel, Tony, and after a while, Sean joined her crew. Bootstrap, however, did not like going onto the other ship. Memories of his days there were a little too painful.

Scarlette gave up the great cabin to the crew and spent her nights on the Pearl. The organ sat untouched for a great while, though there was the ghost of a familiar melody that seemed to seep from the ship itself on occasion.

The kraken returned, once again, only this time it came to Scarlette's call. She sent it far below to feast on the creatures in the deep and to leave the ships alone. No one was able to speculate on just how it had survived.

"You ever wonder if maybe dere's more'n one o' dem?" Pintel asked one day.

"I wouldn't be surprised," Scarlette answered. "Where I come from, giant squid are caught fairly often and are known to take down whales. I've never seen one so I don't know if they compare with the size of the kraken."

Jack was on his ship, practicing his new directional sense and drinking openly on the deck. He had discovered that he could turn any liquid into whatever he wanted. When he had shown this to Scarlette, she had told a joke she'd once heard.

"A pirate and his parrot are stranded in a small rowed craft in the middle of the ocean. They happen to find a bottle floating nearby and without too much effort, they acquire said bottle. Upon opening it, they are graced with the presence of a genie. The genie says that he will grant them one wish and only one wish. The pirate up and blurts out that he wants the sea to be made of the finest rum ever tasted by anyone. The genie grants his wish and vanishes with a poof."

"Not a bad idea," Jack smirked.

"Wait 'til you hear the end before you go and do something silly and unnecessary."

"Well, then?"

"The parrot looks at his human companion and exclaims 'BRAK! Now we're gonna have to pee in the boat!' I'd rather not watch that play out, if it's all the same to you."

Jack laughed aloud at that one. They were standing on the deck of the Pearl just outside of Tortuga. With Jack's newfound powers, they could make the journey in one day. The Black Pearl had been the fastest ship in the Caribbean before. Now it was the fastest in the world. Scarlette had not taken her ship under yet simply because she had spent more than enough time below on her first visit. However, she was able to share in Jack's speed if she could coax a few whales to tow her ship.

Jack didn't think this was fair, of course, and it turned into a competition, as things often did with the two of them. Jack won, but not by much.

They were accepted with warm welcomes and a most raucous party in Tortuga. The bandits were exceptionally happy about their alliance now.

Tia Dalma made an appearance halfway through the night and requested an audience with Jack and Scarlette. Jack felt awfully odd in agreeing, seeing as he had been the one going to her for so long.

The three of them sat in a stone room draped with velvet. Tia Dalma just looked them over silently for a few moments. She almost seemed disappointed.

"I should 'ave known dat dis is what I be seein'." She spoke finally, gripping a tin cup in her hand. "I seen a great ship wid' ya gurl at de wheel, but I see now dat be what happen if I had not mixed up me potion on de island."

"You saw me captaining a large ship?" Scarlette asked. "Am I not doing that now?"

"No'm, not you … de little one, but it was not her as now … later, later. Me t'ink dat if Jack Sparrow no more, an' you refuse de godhood dat they move on to de babes one day."

"What did you see?" Jack asked urgently. "What made you come to the island and mix up that salve?"

She smiled finally. "I see you, painted in red wid' ya own color, and Davy Jones de one wid' de brush. He still died, but he was not de on'y man what lost him soul dat day, least not in me vision. De wolf would be gone, but not by Jones." Tia Dalma looked over at Scarlette. "Jack Sparrow lay dyin' and de wolf call in de promises too soon. Him force you to finish him as well …"

Scarlette looked saddened. "I am very glad that your vision did not come to pass. Thank you for helping us avoid such fates."

Tia Dalma nodded her head slightly, looking much sadder than befitted the situation. "Now dat you have dese powers, I expect you to fix de problems you may have created in ya strain for life. Isla de Muerta still be under de water. Be fixin' dat one an' pay de men on de ships. Den ya bring Barbossa beck to me. I fix him up quick."

"We don't really want him fixed up," Jack answered. "In fact, we rather like him in pieces where he can't bother anyone or kidnap helpless people to get what he wants."

"I was not helpless," Scarlette pointed out in a miffed tone.

"I never said you were, luv," Jack answered. "I said de kidnapped helpless people. You, he just held hostage."

"Splitting hairs, I think," she muttered.

"Next, ya bes' find de remains o' de ship Beckett came to de island in, to prove it is no more, or de local wig men in Port Royal will get excited again."

"I'm just glad you didn't suggest we bring back Beckett," Scarlette sighed in relief. "I don't want to bring back anyone who is that much of a pain in the ass."

"You brought Norrington back," Jack pointed out. "And Morgan."

"Norrington was necessity, Morgan was by accident."

"Now who's splitting hairs," Jack grinned. She stuck the tip of her tongue out at him.

Tia Dalma sighed at their childish display and stood. "I will be an adviser to you, Jack Sparrow. You two will not be wid'out hearts, dough. Ye'll be de gods o' de sea, but dere mus' be compassion as well, or dere will be no success."

Jack and Scarlette exchange a glance and Jack answered. "I don't think that will be a problem."

"You will be surprised, no doubt," Tia Dalma opened the door and led them from the room. Within the bandits' hideaway, the party had reached a rather feverous point. Jack and Scarlette, rather than join in the body clashing and merrymaking walked out and up to the peak where the bandit lookout was posted. He paid them no mind.

Jack sat on a large rock and after a moment, Scarlette joined him.

They stared at the moon, which just happened to be full at that particular moment. Scarlette shivered and heard the ghostly howl of a wolf. Jack didn't react and so she attributed that particular phantom to her memory. She missed Angel and wished he could have been her friend, but would not wish friendship on him if it caused him pain. She tightened her grip on Jack's hand and buried her face in his neck.

"What shall we do now?" Scarlette asked into the bend of his neck. He shivered from her breath and drew her closer, an arm around her waist.

"I believe the last time you asked me that particular question after we had barely escaped with our lives I told you that we were free to do as we pleased." He smiled and his eyes glittered in the moonlight. "Can we not fly as freely as before with responsibility?"

"Why not?" Scarlette smiled. "We just need to clean up our messes before we can really have fun, and I'm still serious about finding a true god of the sea."

"Let's fix our mistakes first," Jack answered. "Then we can talk about what happens afterward."

"Yeah," she answered. "One problem at a time makes one forget, but I won't let us forget the important stuff."

"Bet I could make you forget," Jack grinned but his comment was only halfhearted. It had been a long day.

"Drink up, me hearties, yo ho," she smirked. "I'll drink to that."

"All right. Cheers." Bottles appeared in their hands and Scarlette gave him a dirty look.

"Don't abuse these powers," she scolded him.

"All right, all right," he growled. "Just this once, however, I think we're entitled."

She pulled the cork and sniffed, making sure no practical joke was on her. She took a swig of the rum and smiled.

"That's more like it," Jack noticed. "Now, what comes after 'Drink up, me hearties, yo ho'?"

Scarlette smiled and sang. "Yo ho, yo ho, a pirate's life for me."

-[Fini]-

Finished May 18th, 2007 at 5:40 am, just after the first stirrings of dawn. Final page count before credits (more like character acknowledgements) is at 654. Oracle's Prophecy before credits and glossary clocked in at 713, so we're less than 70 pages short. Things that are missing … I don't have a trailer thing for the next story because as far as I'm thinking, there isn't another story.

Thank you all for being super cool and wasting so many hours of your life to read this story. Thanks for ideas and silly sayings and thank you very much for putting up with my procrastination.

And now, for character acknowledgement, AKA, credits.

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-Author- MAXWELL JACK

-Based on Walt Disney's PIRATES of the CARIBBEAN and PIRATES of the CARIBBEAN, CURSE of the BLACK PEARL-

-Produced by and MICROSOFT WORD-

-Executive Producer- JMAX

-Pictures, murals, and other visual effects- MIAKA SOATOME

-Production Designer- MAXWELL JACK

-Editors- JAMIE and HEATHER COOK

-Costumes for original characters- Shannon Cook

-Music- Alan Cook and Tasuki Noda

-Music supervisor and casting- Jade Ryouko

Johnny Depp

Geoffrey Rush

Pirates of the Caribbean

T h e O r a c l e ' s P r o p h e c y

Orlando Bloom

Keira Knightley

Jack Davenport

Kevin R. McNally

Zoë Saldana

Jonathan Pryce

Chow Yun-Fat

Bill Nighy

Tom Hollander

J.R. Maxwell

E.A Talbott

R. Skiles

Lee Arenberg

Mackenzie Crook

Kevin Denson

David Bailie

C. Gonzales

D.D. Cobian

Heather Cook

Kristin Thornburg

Chelsea Russell

Tony Mecum

Sean Wilson-Luckinbill

Naomi Harris

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cast

Captain Jack Sparrow – Johnny Depp

William Turner – Orlando Bloom

Elizabeth Turner - Keira Knightley

Scarlette Sparrow – Jamie Rose

James Norrington – Jack davenport

Morgan Maxwell – Kevin Denson

Hector Barbossa – Geoffrey Rush

Davy Jones – Bill Nighy

Cutler Beckett – Tom Hollander

Sao Feng – Chow Yun-Fat

Angel – Liam Parker

Weatherby Swann – Jonathan Pryce

Robin Skiles – Robby Casper

Topher – Michael Whatnom

Lizzy Talbott – Elizabeth Ashley

David – D.J. Perkins

Kami Maxwell – Tex Kemp

Joshamee Gibbs – Kevin R. McNally

Anamaria Johnson – Zoë Saldana

Bootstrap Bill Turner – Stelan Skarsgard

Tia Dalma – Naomie Harris

Libussa – Femi Taylor

Unorna – Queen Latifah

Old Cheese – Trevor Hanlin

Pintel – Lee Arenberg

Ragetti – Mackenzie Crook

Claudia Gonzales – Cloud Morrison

Heather Kearl – Ariana Cook

Kristin – Anamaria Thornburg

Tony – Anthony Mecum

Stupid – Sean Wilson-Luckinbill

Chelsea – Baby Russell

Kwan Lyun – Tommy Tanaka

Lt. Gillette – Damian O'Hare

Mercer – David Schofield

Groves – Greg Ellis

Murtogg – Giles New

Mullroy – Angus Barnette

Cotton – David Bailie

Estrella – Paula Jane Newman

Butler – Paul Keith

Mulligan – Hugh Laurie

Angelique – Charlotte Leonard

Diana Cobian – D.D. Etoile

Makeo – Antonio Banderas

Ayeka – Salma Hayek

Galatia – Shaina Brown

Shelly – Shawna Perry

Danya – Danielle Mrkvicka

Rokell – Rachel Gantenbein

William Turner (III) – Dominic Scott Kay

Sharon Sparrow – Mikayla Minter

Damian Topher – Jeremy Smith

Keira Turner – Bailey Cornilles

Joaquin Sparrow – Vincenzo Cangilose

Lenore Perkins – Madeline Highbarger

Stefano – Brandon Cox

Hades – David Bowie

Iris – Reese Witherspoon

Hermes – Rhys Ifans

Zeus – Eddie Izzard

Ares – Robert Gooding

Demeter – Patricia Wilson

Skadi – Kate Blanchett

Apollo – Jacob Fatooh

Jack's Crew

Schaeffer – Mike Gonzales

Marty – Martin Klebba

Armstrong – Kenny the Fragrant

Stevenson – Sir Talbott

Dobereiner – Jesse Prow

Ichiroku – Kagayama Hironobu

Lejon – Lejon O. Stewart

Leech - San Shella

The Parrot – Captain Flint

Bob Marley – Bungey

Morgan's Crew

Jericho – Jay-R Lewis

Ruby – Lindsey Summers

Cob – Carlos Hardesty

Sheikh Abu – Audie Elzea

Kole – Cole Mussleman

Mullins – Matthew Lyke

Noodler – Josh Masters

McMutton – Phil Contreras

Klow – George Clow

Bert – Bruce Allen

Eva – Amy Ashley

Jukes – A.J. Hosley

Starks – Greg Patch

Norrington's Men

Fomosa – Nick Fomosa

Gomez – Steven Gleoffe

Anton – Porsch Anthony

Christianson – Martin Christianson

Aguilar – Albert Aguilar

Reeves – Justin Reeves

Lyandize

Dacor – Dan Cornette

Sanel – Sarah Nelson

Mimis – Michael Miska

Alfor – Alex Fornes

Dewhi – Devin White

Mafra – Matt Frankiewitz

Tocle – Tom McClellan

Wiobr – William Obregon

Admad – Adrian Madrigal

Magag – Mark Gage

Raare – Rafael Arenas

Waher – Walter Herzog

Joste – John Steel

Natives

Daniel Ortiz

Steve Ortega

Stu Sia

Ben Mudd

Brendon White

Joshua Doozledorf

Chris Ramirez

Franky Escandon

Luis Mora

Scott Ryden

Josh Boone

Richie Sebastian

Sandra Cassas

Katie Mishler

Jordan Ely

Pat Miller

Corey Smith

Jonathan Lucero

Kevin Rasch

Art Tyson

Justin Johnson

Eddie Cerilla

Adam Cleavinger

Dutchman's Crew

Maccus – Dermot Keant

Koleniko – Clive Ashborn

Palafico – Winston Ellis

Hadras – Ho-Kwan Tse

Jimmylegs – Chris Adamson

Clanker – Andy Beckwith

O'Gilvey – Jonathan Linsley

Greenbeard – Jason Kakebeen

Penrod – Oliver Clown

Wheelback – C.G. Magic

Wyvern – John Boswall

Ulysses – Chris Symonds

Manibar – Michael Symonds

Content Inspirators

Pirates of the Caribbean; Curse of the Black Pearl

Pirates of the Caribbean; Dead Man's Chest

Pirates of the Caribbean; The Oracle's Prophecy

LucasArts Monkey Island series

God of War

The creators of Styrofoam

Ranma ½

Captain Morgan's Spiced Rum

Madame Southwood and Mr. Noonan

Anyone else I've forgotten

Anything else I've forgotten

A very big credit to Microsoft word spellchecker

And there you have it, ladies and gents. It is May 25th, 2007 10:48 … so there. Hah.

Easter egg ending?

White sand stretched for miles in every direction and when Beckett opened his eyes, he was damn near blinded by the brightness. He sat up in a confused manner, blinking rapidly and looking around in wonder. He felt himself, looking at his arms and legs and marveling that he wasn't in pieces. His hand still bore a bloody wound from where he'd been stabbed by the flying knife of Davy Jones' fit, but it looked days old. As he blinked, he felt the crusted remains of blood over his right eye where Scarlette's rock had made its mark.

"Bloody hell, where is this?"

"It doesn't take someone with astute mental capacity to figure that out," a voice answered. There was something familiar about the voice. Beckett turned quickly but there was no one around. Frowning, he got to his feet, noticing that the stockings he wore had the crust of dried blood around the ankles where the shoes had worn his skin down. His eyebrow was stiff as well and he remembered the well-placed rock Scarlette Sparrow had thrown. A cool rage welled up when he thought about her.

"Who's there?"

There was a ghost of a female laugh and Scarlette's voice replied this time. "Try not to think too hard. You might hurt yourself."

"What is that supposed to mean? How did I get here? How is this possible? I saw Jones die and then …."

Jones' voice called out of the never-ending whiteness and Beckett began to see a pattern. Every time he thought or spoke of someone, their voice was the next to speak.

"A delectable side scrap you made, it seems. Your ship was the main course and you, but an appetizer. Now what will you do?"

Beckett looked around and decided not to ask any more questions unless he couldn't bear it any longer. He turned in a complete circle, surveying the vast landscape and finally, after squinting and shielding his eyes, was able to see something in the distance. He took a few steps in that direction and winced. Reaching a hesitant hand to the ground, he tested the temperature. It wasn't too hot. He kicked off the abrasive shoes and started walking in just the stockings, holding the buckled monstrosities in one hand.

He hadn't walked far when an object on the ground caught his eye. It was a red lump surrounded by oddly shaped white rocks. He carefully stepped around all the rocks and looked at the object. It was a heart and it sat on the sand, a dark blot on a sea of pure white.

Beckett remembered throwing the heart in a fit after Jack Sparrow and 'company' had killed Jones. Before he could stop it, another voice floated to him on the thick air.

"A heartless wretch he was, but if Jones is dead, does the heart still beat, I wonder?" Jack's voice was always mocking but Beckett looked down at the heart and noticed with a sickening amazement that the heart was in fact beating. He bent and gingerly picked it up. The pulses were irregular and made him want to hurl. He put the heart in one of his shoes and kept walking, not noticing that the bundle of rocks that had surrounded the heart were now following him.

He could hear the little clicks the 'rocks' made but he refused to turn around. He did not want to see what other monstrosities were down here.

He had realized by now that he was in fact in Davy Jones' Locker, but he was certain he'd seen Jones die.

"Perhaps this place belongs to another now," Jones' voice came again. "But who would it be? Whose prison is it now?"

"Whoever the sea god is," Beckett answered. He tripped over something and nearly went down. He looked to see what his foot had caught and was surprised to find the chest. How had he missed it, walking in this tundra? He picked it up and put his shoes and the heart inside, noticing the key was still in the lock. He pocketed it and as he was about to pick up the chest, the rock crabs came into view. They were arranged in a V and they clicked their little pincers at him. He blinked and without warning, took off running.

They were not fast enough to catch him but he was in an unfamiliar place and the rules of logic weren't working. He shouted to the sky as he ran.

"Who is the sea god?"

"The domains have changed," Jack's voice spoke. "More power to your enemies."

"Damn you!"

He could see the remains of The Endeavour and was happy to see men there. He would not go insane with company. Not only were there men he knew, but a few old looking sailors were hanging about as well. He came to a stop and looked at them, trying to make sure without speaking if they were an apparition or not.

"Lord Beckett?" one of them spoke. "What's going on?"

"What indeed," a strange woman's voice asked. The men seemed as if they hadn't heard it.

"I hate this place," one of the random sailors spoke. "I ain't never seen that before, though." He pointed at a leafy green area that Beckett hadn't noticed yet. It was like an oasis in a desert, and might as well have been.

"Who are you?" Beckett asked him.

The man grinned in a strange way. "Maccus. I was on the Dutchman. Scarlette Sparrow sent me here."

"You are dreaming," Scarlette's voice laughed. "The blades of chaos are merciful." Beckett looked around.

"She sent you here?"

"Well, not on purpose. Though, now she has control. Who knows what'll happen. That's what that is, I'm guessing." He pointed at the greenery.

"What does she have control of?"

Maccus laughed. "Don't you know?"

Beckett narrowed his eyes and shook his head. Maccus was eating it up and told with much relish the next line. "She's the goddess. She's in command of the Dutchman and the seas, which means this place is now hers. We are all prisoners now and we'll stay here … well, you will."

"None of this is real," Scarlette said, and the voice was so strong, Beckett looked behind him. To his vast surprise, there she stood. She was in the white dress she'd worn when pretending to be French. He glared and moved to do something to her, probably hit her with the chest, but she was gone before he'd completed the gesture. Maccus laughed and when Beckett looked back, everything but the oasis was gone. There were footprints leading from where he stood to the green place and he quickly followed them.

He entered the shade and came face to face with … himself. He dropped the chest then and it fell on his foot. He hopped about, trying to keep his double in sight. The other Beckett just laughed in a very uncharacteristic way and pulled out a sword.

"Some pirates are better off in the pocket than in the noose," his doppelganger spoke harshly, swinging the sword. Beckett saw it coming and shut his eyes, knowing it would kill him. Nothing happened. He opened them again and the double was gone. Scarlette was there instead.

"Why are you doing this?" he demanded of her. "Was my death not enough to satisfy you, woman?"

She smiled and walked towards him, holding out a hand. He looked suspicious but reached out to take the offering. She pulled back at the last second and shouted. "Too slow!"

He shook his head, hoping the image would go away but she remained there, stubborn.

"I have all the power now. You are nothing." She vanished completely. All that was left was a grin with cat fangs, floating in the air. Beckett took a step backwards and tripped over the chest, landing hard on the ground. He looked up and could see light through the treetops. Suddenly, there were people leaning over him.

They were marines and looked genuinely concerned. He shouted at them.

"You're not here! None of this is material! Hear me, this isn't REAL!"

"Calm down, sir! We're in the Locker!"

"Damn, hold him! He's in shock."

"Or gone mad," another spoke in a fearful voice.

"No! Nothing here is truth! Trapped, trapped by that Sparrow bitch!" Beckett was trying to hurt the marines. They pinned him and one of them sat on him.

"Go get some water. We'll try to help him figure this out." One of the men left.

"It all in your head, mate," Jack spoke. Beckett looked over and he was leaning against a tree, giving a salute. His dreadlocks swung as he vanished.

"Sparrow! Damn you! Damn you both to hell!"

The lead marine looked around and with the butt of his gun, he smacked Beckett on the head. The shouting stopped and he blacked out. The marines let him go and all looked at each other in rather frightened ways.

"Well, he's pretty much useless. What do we do now?"

What will they do? No one knows yet. But that's my hidden ending. Yep. Creepy voices and all that.

And now, for something completely different.

All right, a preview.

It hasn't been long since the Sparrows were granted godhood, but there is a strange melody in the air, a song Scarlette knows she's heard before. The music is sad and though the story is unknown, the pain is nearly visible. Then, without warning, the Dutchman's old crew start popping up on the ship, calling her captain. In a race to find out what their appearance means, the Dutchman and the Pearl sail to Pelegosto to ask Tia Dalma, but only The Black Pearl arrives. No one knows what's happened to Scarlette or the plague ship but one thing is for sure. Certain deaths were not as permanent as they should have been.

Okay, it's rough and not very good but the story is better. We've added six pages since the end, so were at … 663.