Wow...so it's been a while, eh? I'm sorry guys. Life has been hectic and I haven't gotten a chance to write. I guess that's what school, band, dance, church, and a boyfriend will do to you. Especially the boyfriend part...

Anywho...I know I've been horrible and you have every right to hate me after leaving you for month after month with that horrible chapter...but here's the next one if anyone even remembers my story. Lol.

How could this have happened?

I could dimly hear Elizabeth saying Will's name, over and over again. He was dying; it was pointless. I glanced over at her, my eyes filling with tears. I tried to avoid looking at William, the sword still swaying from his chest. But I saw him anyway, slowly and painfully clinging to life. But he was dying; Will, my childhood friend, was dying.

"William." I heard a deeper voice. "My son!" I looked over in just enough time to dive out of the way. Bootstrap was running toward Davy Jones, a knife in hand. Everything began happening at once: Elizabeth's voice grew desperate and Will's breathing began to slow. Jones and Bootstrap were fighting harder than I'd seen anyone fight. I stood, unsure of what to do. Then I saw Jack, still standing in the same way I'd seen him last; frozen in place, a confused look on his face. He still held the heart in his hands, his sword raised a few mere inches from it. Just one movement on his part, and I would lose him forever to the bounding life of the Dutchman. Losing Will and Jack in the same day? Why was life so cruel?!

And then he moved in a motion so blindingly fast, I barely saw what he was doing. He knelt down beside Will, grabbed his hand, and forced him to hold the mangled sword. He placed the heart down onto the deck, right next to Will.

"Jack?" I called, my voice weaker than I'd thought it could be. "What are you...?" Then I stopped. I knew what he was doing. He raised the sword, still in Will's hand, over the heart. And then he dropped it. The blade pierced through the flesh, thudding against the wooden deck. And everything began to happen in slow motion. Will's breathing stopped, Elizabeth became even more desperate, clinging to her husband. Jones staggered back, mumbling to himself, and fell overboard. My eyes locked onto Jack as he glanced around I began to hear a murmering.

"Part of the crew, part of the ship." It began quietly, and became louder and louder as the entire crew of the dutchman join in the chant.

"What are they talking about?" I backed away from the crew, moving closer and closer to Jack.

"Not what. Who." He glanced down at Will.

"You mean...they're going to..." My voice trailed off and I looked down at Will. Elizabeth still clung to him in disbelief. "We have to get off the ship!" Jack nodded and stepped toward Elizabeth.

"No! No! No!" She cried, as desperate as ever. "Don't leave me! I won't leave you!" Jack grabbed her, dragging her away. She would never leave on her own, but we had to get her away from all of this. We hurried toward the fore port railing, Elizabeth and I still sobbing. Jack let go of her and began to fiddle with the line nearby. I numbly watched him, refusing to look back at what was happening. I could never stand to see it...

"Hold on to me!" Jack said to both of us, grabbing ahold of the set of ropes and knots he had made. We did, and before my senses allowed me to understand what had happened, we were flying through the air on a parachute, headed toward the Pearl. Watching the Dutchman below us, we saw it going down, engulfed by the sea. Elizabeth tried to stiffle a new set of sobs. He was really gone. I looked up at Jack, my arms clinging around his slinder waist for dear life. As much as I'd wanted this before, it felt wrong now. Jack and I were never going to get things worked out. My life would never be as it was before...

"Jack, the armada's still out there, the Endeavour's coming up hard to starboard, and I think it's time we embraced that oldest and noblest of pirate traditions..."

We climbed aboard the Pearl, everyone swarming around us. Elizabeth and I were silent, our tears subsided for the time being.

"I've never actually been one for tradition." Jack said, walking toward the center of the deck. We were still going to fight?? "Luff the sails and lay on iron!"

"Belay that, or we'll be a sitting duck." Barbossa yelled.

"Belay that 'belay that'!" Jack yelled back.

"But Captain..." Gibbs started to say.

"Belay!" Jack repeated.

"The armada..." Gibbs tried again.

"Belay!"

"The Endeavour..."

"Kindly shut it!" Jack exclaimed, exasperated. Gibbs did shut it, though. We all turned to look at the armada; it was looking as menacing as ever but we continued on, sailing toward it. I took a deep breath and looked over toward Elizabeth. Only an hour ago, I was yelling at her for sending Jack away to his death. Now, Jack was standing proudly on his ship and her husband was dead. I took a deep ragged breath and turned toward Jack. Just the sight of him tightened my chest and brought my breath to a standstill. 'I swear, if we both make it through this, I'm going to try as best as I can to fix things between us.'

Suddenly, out of nowhere, a huge watery sound rose up next to us. I turned, expecting the worst that Calypso could give, but instead I saw a ship. It was the Dutchman! I looked over the ship, and to my surprise, the crew members were all human again! And even the ship itself had changed from its cursed state to a beautiful, clean vessel. But that would mean...

Will! He was standing at the Helm, giving the commands. He was alive! I glanced over toward Elizabeth. She was all smiles, tears of disbelief welling up in her eyes. She caught my glance and we both smiled even larger. We were both forgiven again...

"Full canvas!" Jack ordered, smiling as well. It was all because of him. He had saved Will's life!

"Aye, full canvas!" Barbossa agreed. We sailed on, faster than ever toward the Endeavour, the Pearl headed toward her port side and the Dutchman toward her starboard.

"Ready the guns!" Jack yelled, a hint of adventure and amusement mixing in his voice. I began to gain hope...maybe there was a chance. "Fire on my order." Closer and closer we sailed, til at last we were prow to prow with the Endeavour.

"Cap'n?"

"Fire."