A/N: Thanks so much for all your reviews. I know this chapter isn't long but oh well and encase you don't understand why I chose the title, it's because Barbossa's fate becomes clear to the other pirate lords. Also, I'm not going to reveal the name or gender of the third Sparrow child until the epilogue.

One more thing, Chapter One called Death's Presence of Accidentally In Love is finished. I just got to decide about the Sparrow child. It's written in first person because it was REALLY hard to make it like all my other stories. Now read and review!

Chapter Twenty-Three

Clear

Their swords stood barely off shore as the two lovers dressed. The waves could be heard not to far from them. Will Turner pulled on one of his boots and turned to look at his bride of only an hour. "I'm gonna need the other one," Will said as he turned to look at his wife. Elizabeth Swann – No – Elizabeth Turner placed a boot clad leg upon a rock. She wore her new husband's boot.

The young man smiled handsomely and turned to look completely up at Elizabeth. He watched her as she placed golden locks behind an ear. She returned a smile to him. It was the smile of someone who was deeply in love. Will moved to Elizabeth and gently, he slid his boot off of her leg. His eyes never left hers. She continued to smile down at him as he trailed gentle and loving kisses up her now bare leg.

Elizabeth closed her eyes. She wanted to remember this day before Will had to take charge of the Flying Dutchman. Today they were married by Captain Hector Barbossa aboard the Black Pearl in the middle of a maelstrom and not too long ago, they had consummated their marriage to one another on an island.

Will rested his head upon his Elizabeth's leg and murmured, "It's nearly sunset." Elizabeth's eyes slowly opened, sensing the sadness in Will's voice. She didn't want this day to be over. She wanted Will to always be by her side but she knew that wasn't possible. Not for ten years anyway. Elizabeth could see the Flying Dutchman in the distance. It appeared to be waiting for the return of it's captain. Will stood and made his way to a jacket covered chest. This chest was the Dead Man's Chest and the very same chest that held his beating heart.

Elizabeth followed behind Will but was sure to keep her distance from him. She watched closely as Will removed his jacket from the chest. "It's always belonged to you," Will told Elizabeth without meeting her gaze. The new captain of the Dutchman picked up the chest and turned to his wife. "Will you keep it safe?"

The Pirate King of the Brethren Court nodded solemnly and replied, "Yes." Cautiously, she approached Will and took the chest from him. "Yes," she replied once more with a slight nod. Sadly, Will and Elizabeth placed their foreheads together and savored in the moment.

That's when Elizabeth felt it. A sharp pain was in her abdomen. She pulled away from Will only to see him smirking. His eyes were no longer that chocolaty brown that she loved but they were dark – black even. "Will?" Elizabeth managed to croak out. She could feel a warm and sticky liquid trail down her body. Her hand immediately rushed to where the pain was located and when she pulled her hand away to look, she felt as if the very breath she had been holding had been knocked out of her. Her hand was covered in blood – her blood.

Will stood just inches in front of her and he held a blood covered dagger in his hand. "What have you done?" Elizabeth asked as she staggered backward. She dropped the chest from her hand and leaned up against a nearby rock. She struggled to breathe but they were becoming distant now. She heard Will's wicked laughter. It was a laughter that she had never heard except from that of Davy Jones.

Elizabeth's breath began to slow but her hearing was still extremely present. She heard the click of the lock on the Dead Man's Chest. She wanted to know who was unlocking the chest that held Will's heart. She knew it wasn't her husband, the man who had claimed to love her. He was still standing before her but he didn't wear his wicked smirk anymore. His eyes held fear and he seemed to be gazing at whoever was unlocking the chest.

Within seconds, Elizabeth saw Will gasp for air and practically double over in pain. He was holding his chest where his heart had been. "Elizabeth --," Will murmured out through gasps of breath. The two lovers exchanged pleading looks. Elizabeth still couldn't believe that Will had stabbed her but he was clearly suffering also. "I forgive you, Will," Elizabeth murmured back to Will but he didn't see her nor hear her.

Blocking their view was a woman with dark skin. She held the heart of one Will Turner and the heart had been pierced by the same dagger that had pierced Elizabeth's own abdomen. "Ca…" Elizabeth began to say. "Calypso…" The woman who held the heart was nothing but pure evil. Elizabeth watched her laugh.

"Ya shall all die," Calypso cackled. "Barbossa was first an' now ya dear William Turna is next." Elizabeth's vision began to go blurry and soon, her world went dark.

"Will!" Elizabeth sat up quickly. She gasped for breath and jumped once a hand was placed on her shoulder. She looked around the room. Her dream had been so real that she had no idea where she was right now. "Elizabeth, it's okay," Will's voice rang throughout Elizabeth's head. The Pirate Lords and Olympians stared at the Pirate King with concern written upon their faces.

"Barbossa…" Elizabeth said in barely a whisper. "He's dead." Gasps of surprise filled the room. Jack's face hung low. He never really liked Barbossa but it was still a shock to know that one of the best pirates he ever knew could indeed be dead. "How?" Jack heard himself croak out. His voice was barely audible from the utter shock he felt. Elizabeth glanced down at her shaking hands. "Calypso…" Elizabeth murmured. "I don't know how but Calypso said he was dead and Will's next."

Will stared widely at his wife. He knew from experience that dreams could indeed be true but was this one? Was Captain Hector Barbossa really deceased? "E-Elizabeth?" Will managed to stammer out. Elizabeth lifted her head to meet Will's gaze. "You killed me Will," Elizabeth replied. "You stabbed me on our island the day you left for the Dutchman. But you died too. Calypso… Calypso stabbed your heart, Will. She said that we were all going to die. Barbossa was first and you're next."

Many shouts in all different languages – Chinese, French, Indian, and more – filled the entire room. It was palpable that the Pirate Lords, now one less short, were hopping mad with this dream – this prediction. "We must seal Calypso away now!" boomed the voice of Zeus. He stood elegantly beside Hera. Elizabeth scanned the faces of everyone who was present in the room. They stared back at her as if they were waiting for her approval.

With elegance and strength that came with the title of Pirate King, Elizabeth Turner stood and placed her hands firmly on the top of the table. "Tonight is the night!" Elizabeth exclaimed. "Calypso shall fall!" Cheers erupted throughout the room. They were pleased with the decision their leader gave them. They were even more pleased that the true ruler would be back on the throne of the seas in only a matter of hours.