—Katherine—
I watch anxiously as the Pearl and Dutchman go head to head, cannon retort echoing loudly despite the thunder. Rain continues to come down in sheets, soaking me through and making me shiver as I fight to keep my proud mask in place. I can't show weakness, if I do, the Beckett gets what he's wanted since he brought me here. "Calm down, Katherine," Beckett drawls," Davy will have them killed or fleeing soon enough."
I spin to face him, itching to drag my nails down his face and ruin his looks. Instead, with my hands clenching the skirt of my dress tightly, I move away from him and over to the table set up on deck. "Behave yourself, Kit," Theo warns," he's quick to anger lately."
"I want to kill him," I growl, pacing the short space I was allowed as soldiers rush past. "I want to hurt him in the worst way possible, I don't care, I want him begging." I don't care if anyone overhears me, let them try to stop me!
"Back to your station, Lieutenant," Bucket commands, sending Theo away. I don't face him, if I do I might do something I will regret later. I stand stock-still with Beckett's gaze boring into the back of my head, shaking from both cold and rage. The rain struck like little pinpricks of cold, soaking through the thin red material and into my skin. "Look at me, Katherine."
"No." His grip is like iron when he forces me to turn and face him, his finger digging cruelly into the flesh of my arm. "Let me go right now or I'll—"
"You'll what? What can a woman like you ever do to a man like me? His eyes are as stormy as the sea beneath us, showing the traces of madness. "I have you Katherine, you belong to me and you know it." Without thinking of the consequences, I jerk my knee up and make contact with the most sensitive part of the male anatomy. The force behind it drops Beckett, forcing him to release my arm.
"The next time you raise a hand to me will be the last time you have hands!" He stays curled up on the ground, unable to do much more than whimper. "Someone send the physician to my room!" I don't care who fetches him or if they think I've lost it, I just need some reassurance that all this stress hasn't been hurting my baby. I slam my door shut behind me, collapsing on the bed as I let the rage leak out of me.
By the time a soft knock is heard on my door, I'm having trouble holding myself together or even staying awake. "Mrs. Norrington," a calm voice calls out," I'm coming inside." I open my eyes when I hear the door open, a tall man with light blonde hair walks into my room and smiles at me. The only thing I can do is stare at him with an awestruck expression.
"Y-y-you're, but you can't be…Impossible…." He smirks as he checks my pulse. My heart is beating a mile a minute and it shows when his brow creases.
"Good afternoon, Mrs. Norrington; my name is Carlisle and I will be your physician for the duration of your pregnancy." My eyes must be as big as dinner plates at this point as I stare down at the vampire. "I'm sorry that my hands are so cold, it's because—"
"You're a vampire." His amber eyes widen a fraction, taking in my expression more closely. "Well, I've had stranger things happen, sad to say, so a vampire taking my pulse is tame compared to the other stuff. Carry on, Carlisle, do your thing."
—Terasa—
Will sets me down on my feet, feeling slightly dazed as I rejoin the fray, sword flashing in the lightning as I swing it. It's not until few minutes later that I realize Will had swung over to fight on the Dutchman. "Hey," I shout," you can't marry me and then go and get yourself killed! Get back here!" I push a fish person into the water the moment his feet touch the deck, taking his rope and swinging over to the other ship. I summon a softball bat, the grip more familiar to me than a sword hilt as I tighten my fingers around it. "The only thing I've seen uglier than you is your mom!" Davy turns suddenly to face me, looking as done as a guy can get. I knew binge watching Doctor Who would come in handy eventually.
"You'll get no mercy from me," he warns.
"I don't want any." I swing the bat, forcing his sword away before I bash him in the face, continuing the attack and dodging his sword. Thank God my mom was strict about me being in sports every year in high school! I bring the bat down, hard, on his sword hand—Jones letting out a grunt of pain.
In anger, he rushes me and forces me back, striking out with his claw; it connects with my head, knocking me back as I lose consciousness for a minute. When I pull myself out of the darkness again, Will has been knocked down and Davy is looking between the two of us maliciously. "Ah, love," he smiles," a dreadful bond and yet so easily severed." He walks the last few paces to my husband, peering down at him. "Tell me, William Turner." He rests the edge of his sword under Will's chin. "Do you fear death?"
"Do you," Jack asks, shouting to be heard. I smile in triumph as Jack holds the remains of his sword over Jones's heart, the chest opened a few feet away. "Heady tonic, holding life and death in the palm of one's hand.
"You're a cruel ma, Jack Sparrow."
"Cruel is a matter of perspective."
"Is it?" Davy spins suddenly and stabs Will in the chest, laughing.
"No," I scream," Will!" I drop to my knees beside him. "C'mon, open your eyes! Please, we've just been married, you can't die!" It feels like my world has shattered, the jagged edges cutting my heart to shreds as my husband fights to keep his eyes open, fights to stay with me in the world of the living.
Jack's by my side suddenly, setting the heart down on the deck and helping will hold onto the hilt of what once was a sword. "Cheers to hoping this works," he tells me, a desperate edge to his voice. He raises Will's hand and brings it down sharply, the blade piercing the heart. Davy whispers something, a look of shocked awe on his face before he falls overboard into the freezing waters.
I look down at my husband again, grasping his face in my hands as the light leaves his beautiful brown eyes. "No," I sob," no, no, no!"
Davy's crew begins to chant and close in around us, their words echoing in my ears," Part of the crew, part of the ship." Jack drags me to my feet and away from the crowd as they surround Will, forcing me to hold tightly to him as he turns one of the sails into a sort of makeshift parachute that brings us up off the ship into the air, the storm disappearing as suddenly as it had appeared. By the time we land in the water, the rain has stopped and the sky is a bright blue.
I clutch tightly to Jack as we're helped onto the Pearl, collapsing to my knees afterwards in shock. "Terasa," James says, walking towards me. A dying fish-guy stabs him through the stomach before falling into the ocean. James falls to the deck beside me.
"James," I gasp. "Oh no, no, you can't go too!" He hands me a folded piece of parchment.
"Kit," he gasps out, I nod. His head falls to the deck with a soft thump. I close his eyes and look away, the tears falling freely down my face. It's not fair that Kit and I both lose our husbands on the same day, especially since she has a baby coming. God, what will I do now? How can I go through the rest of my life knowing that I wasn't fast enough to save Will?
—Katherine—
I latch onto Carlisle, pulling him with back out on the deck where Theodore is standing. "Theo!" He turns at my shout, not getting the chance to protest when I wrap an arm around him and poof the three of us to the Pearl just in time to see the Dutchman resurface with Will at the helm. Terasa's squeal of delight makes me wince a little, not expecting my fried to make such a high-pitched noise. "He looks so much like Balian right now," I say, comparing the pirate to the knight with a smile.
Terasa turns, pulling me in a tight hug and not letting go until she spots the two people behind me. "How," she asks, pulling back and pointing at Carlisle. I shrug, looking around for my husband. Yelling draws my attention and I catch on just as the Pearl and Dutchman draw up on either side of the Endeavor.
"Fire," I shout after everyone else, excited to see Beckett blown to Kingdom Come. Men on the Endeavour begin to jump off the exploding ship; Beckett begins a slow descent down the stairs. Pieces of the ship are being blown to bits, barely missing him until the entire thing blows. He is blown forward into the water, landing on the dark blue East India Trading Company flag, and sinking to the bottom of the ocean. Our worst enemy yet is finally dead; a burden lifted off many a Pirate's shoulders. I look over at the others, meaning to give a smile, but that idea dies the moment my eyes and on James's body. I collapse on his side, tears already beginning to spill as I clutch tightly to his cooling corpse, not wanting to believe that this had happened.
James can't be dead!
