AN: Yay! Last chapter! I am SO SORRY for waiting...how long was that? --like four months?-- to post again. But I'm sure many of you have experienced our little friend 'writers block'...so...

Seeing as this is the end of the story thus far, I thought it might interest those of you who have been following the story to learn a little but more about it.

So here is some...Interesting Information:

1. The characters were originally based off of me and my best friend; after getting through about five chapters, I realized that Finn and Ella were nothing like us. I can honestly say that they are completely independent characters (meaning they are based off no one).

2. The was absolutely no romance planned. At all. For either girl.

3. The original characters that I had were: Finn, Ella, Elizabeth, Jack, Belmont, Arielle, Isabella, and Barbossa. Arielle and Isabella were suppose to play a larger role. Richard and Dawson popped out of nowhere, and Odessa was created right as I was writing that chapter. Will wasn't suppose to make any entrance whatsoever.

4. The map was, in fact, suppose to be a hologram, like in Treasure Planet. But then I decided maybe these natives shouldn't be technologically advanced after all.

5. The story was planned to be twenty chapters.

6. The title, All For You, is only there because at the moment I was attempting to create a title for this story, I was listening to that song, done by Sister Hazel. And it seemed to be relevant. As it turns out, after listening to the song many other times, it's now pretty much the theme of the story as well; if stories can have theme songs.

7. The phrase "all for you" really, truly, refers to Ella and Finn, mostly about how they would be willing to do anything to get back to each other. I hope that this is more or less obvious throughout the story; though when Jack and Finn are talking, it was just too good of a spot not to put it…

8. This chapter (Escape) originally never existed. Belmont was suppose to be killed at the island, and everyone would live happily ever after. Then came the idea of a sequel…and I realized some things needed to remain unresolved.

9. And lastly, I wrote the beginning with absolutely no intention of a sequel. The man at the doorstep, and the nine men dressed in black: they had no meaning other than to bring the map and scare the bee-jeebies out of the girls. However…

Many thanks to all my readers. I love the support you give, and so I am now dedicating this last chapter to all of you. Consider it a Christmas present ;)

As always, enjoy.

There were three things going through my head as I walked up to the deck to transfer to the Pearl.

One. I was switching places with Richard. This proved that Belmont had complete control over where everyone went and how they were to behave. This was not good.

Two. Why did Belmont want anything to do with Barbossa? And for that matter…was Barbossa even locked up?

Three. My pocket-watch was glowing.

This was the event I had been waiting to happen for four years. Of all the times to occur, it was just my luck that it was now.

I wish. That one phrase. That was all it took to make this stupid pocket-watch work.

Memories came back with such a rush it nearly knocked me down. I had wished to come to England during the eighteenth century, on the coast somewhere. Ella had wished to come with me. How could I have not remembered those details? How?

Everything made sense now. And everything was possible. I could wish to get out of this mess…

I frowned, hardly noticing as the soldiers brought me onto the deck of the Pearl. That was too vague of a wish. The last wish I had made had landed my best friend and I in the middle of the ocean where we nearly drowned. More specific wishes were needed.

And I could not just depend on the wishes; even I couldn't guess how much trouble that might bring. Only in the most dire situation would I depend on the pocket watch, and that meant I needed to plan out another way to escape, for surely that was the only way I, along with my friends, was going to get out of this alive.

I glanced over at the opposing ship, the Pearl. Soldiers definitely outnumbered any pirates, but if the soldiers had been willing to desert Belmont earlier, than hopefully they would still be considering that option.

Escape. I looked around, ready to do something, but realized quickly that to do anything was ridiculous and foolhardy. We were surrounded by ocean. Miles of ocean. Time was needed, though the thought of waiting was frustrating. Time to plan, time to spread the word, time to get some luck…

I was put into a cell next to the remaining pirate crew, all of whom appeared less than vibrant, and for a brief few seconds, I was able to make eye contact with Richard before he was toted away, mouthing "We're going to live." I wasn't sure if he saw me, though.

The cell door clanged shut, but before the soldiers could leave, I called for Thomas, the nice soldier who had given my the water, to come back. He hesitated before facing me. "Yes?"

"If there was a way to escape from Belmont, would you take it?" I whispered.

He shifted his eyes warily toward the entrance before coming closer so that only I could hear his answer, though I noticed some of the pirates suddenly listening intently. "Of course I would take it; he's a madman. But for what's happened…if I don't stick with him, I might die. My family is depending on me to survive."

"You might die anyway," I said. "He is mad. You can't depend on his word." We looked at each other before I added, "Everybody here needs to escape."

Thomas nodded. "And given the chance, I'm sure most of the sailors would take it."

"Would any stay with Belmont?"

"Only those whose fortunes depend on him. About a third of the men."

"So we would have a majority?"

"What are you planning?"

I grimaced. "Nothing really…just…trying to understand. Go back up before you're missed. Thank you."

He nodded and trotted away, leaving me to think in silence. A definite majority…

Two weeks later. From the way the pirates had been talking, we ought to be very near Port Royal, which only made me antsy and impatient.

Most of the reason was because I had been planning the entire time, with the help of the pirate crews. There wasn't any organized rebellion, but different scenarios had been worked out, like if all the soldiers sided with us, or it they sided with Belmont, or if we only got control of one ship. It was interesting to talk to them; most were navy deserters, and had good insights into what would happen if we started revolting.

Unfortunately, we hadn't been able to think of anyway of communicating to the rest of the captives our plan, though I had a distinct impression that the pirates didn't care what happened to the others as much as I did. All we knew for certain was that if we were going to act, we needed to be orderly and effective before Belmont knew what was happening.

Of course, with the usual amount of luck I have, all the planning came to naught. Something entirely unexpected happened. We were released.

Okay, released is not the best verb for this instant, but we were all led out onto deck with very minimal soldier protection (and not tied up for that matter), though once we were on deck, I quickly saw why. Port Royal was in the distance.

Belmont had something planned.

I glanced down at my pocket watch, wondering if this might be my dire situation. But what would I wish for? I couldn't think of anything specific.

We were led to the deck of the Hildegard where I saw Jack, Richard, and Ella standing there. Will and Elizabeth were being led from the Flying Fortune. What in the world…?

"We are less than an hour's journey away from our destination," shouted Belmont from the helm. "And I have certain…propositions to make, but which only applies to a few." At this comment, I saw Jack and Richard being threatened with guns. The propositions must not apply to them.

After smirking widely and surveying his men, Belmont marched up to me first, his eyes flashing wildly. "My wish for you is very simple: testify against Sparrow and Tremaine, and I can guarantee your life and Miss Bronte's life will be spared, and no charges against you."

Initially, I couldn't say anything from my shock, but my answer was firm and quick. "I'd rather burn in Hell."

Belmont was hardly fazed by my response, instead grinning maliciously as he moved onto Ella. "Miss Bronte," he drawled, and I noticed that his posture had changed significantly so that he was somehow straighter and regal, "my proposition for you is…somewhat different. For quite some time I have admired you from afar--"

Ella's eyes widen in disgust and glanced at me, begging for support. All I could muster the strength for was a small shrug.

"--and have long wished that you might one day…stand by my side. Agree to be my wife, and I can assure you that not only will you remain alive, but so will Lieutenant Tremaine."

I could see Richard tense up, and Jack's eyes were boring holes into the Commodore's head, no doubt furious that he had been left out of the equation.

Ella looked at me, absolute abhorrence written on her expression. Take it, I mouthed, You'll live.

For the first time in a long time, she glared at me openly before turning to Belmont and spitting into his face. "Well, Commodore, I can say that I have never admired you, from near or far; my answer is the same as Finn's."

Belmont was nonplused at the response, glancing around, almost as if he was ashamed at being rejected, but continued to Will and Elizabeth nonetheless. "The infamous Turners. You hold a long friendship with Sparrow, do you not?"

Their only response was tight expressions.

"Jack will remain alive, if only you testify against the remaining few. A simple request."

"We have nothing to testify of," spat Elizabeth, gripping Will's arm. "Once your true conduct reaches the ears of the king, and Parliament for that matter--"

"Political threats are hardly an issue, Mrs. Turner," snarled Belmont before backhanding her. Without missing a beat, Will had punched the Commodore squarely in the jaw before being repressed by five soldiers.

Belmont then turned to the remains of the pirate crews, including Barbossa, who stood there looking more cocky than usual. "Men, your captains are either dead or in custody. All I ask of you is this: that if any situation I might need your force of arms, you will fight for me. I can guarantee clemency and protection from here on out. Just be my mercenaries. I have already spoken to Barbossa, who has agreed to this arrangement, and he will be willing to serve as your captain. What do you say?"

I glanced over at Jack, who wore a stony, blank expression toward his own crew. Only Gibbs, Cotton, and the one-legged man named Mason stepped away from the bulk of the men, signifying their loyalties remained with their original captain.

The rest of the pirates nodded among themselves before raising a cheer for Belmont, and at the sound of that cheer, I felt my hope dripping away. The pirates, the ones I had been depending on to get us out of this mess, had betrayed us. At that moment, I understood an inkling of what Jack must have felt like when being mutinied, a story he had told me at one point, and one Elizabeth had shared; upon thinking of Jack, I peeked over at him and met his hardened expression. We looked at each other for a moment before his expression softened slightly and he tried to give me a grin. I attempted to return it, but without much luck, though his gesture of kindness was making his moment a little easier to bear. We both knew we were dead, and that this was the end.

"Commodore! The docks! It's lined with soldiers!" shouted a fellow in the crow's nest. "And their armed!"

Belmont ran to the railing, tugging at his spyglass. "They…they look like their preparing to arrest us," he hissed. In one motion he grabbed his head and collapsed to his knees only to rise again and yell. "How would they know? Nothing…nothing could have given us away!" He turned to frantically pacing the deck, muttering incoherent phrases to himself.

The soldiers looked at themselves, fright filling their gazes, and the prisoners lifted their heads with hope. I could feel the adrenaline pumping through my blood. We were going to escape this! Whatever had occurred, we might just make it out alive. Hope was rising fast, and I had to supress a smile.

"Clarissa," I heard Elizabeth whisper to Will. "Clarissa was never recaptured after Port Royal was attacked. She would have told her father everything!"

Belmont halted, apparently hearing Elizabeth's comment. "Clarissa! How could I have been so foolish? After all my hard planning…" Brandishing his sword, he ordered, "Turn this ship around. We are heading for England."

I could feel the bile rising to my mouth as horror enveloped me. No. If we left the safety of Port Royal now, we would never make it out alive. I had to do something.

Create chaos.

Turning to Ella, I motioned to the soldier behind us, hinting at hitting him in the gut. Taking the cue, she elbowed him hard, and I grabbed his gun.

I hadn't quite decided what I was going to do once the soldier was down, but I automatically pointed the gun toward the horizon and shot.

It had the exact effect I was hoping for. Instantly Will and Elizabeth attacked their confused captors, and Jack was already wielding his sword expertly. Over the shouts of confusion, I heard Richard cry out, "Get the Commodore! Arresting him is our only hope!"

I stepped back, grabbing Ella's hand. Chaos was happening, and it had only taken seconds. Soldiers were fighting soldiers and pirates and pirates were attacking who ever got in their way. The sides seemed evenly divided; plenty of navy men were against the Commodore, as Thomas had suggested, but the pirates seemed to have sided with Belmont, led by none other than Barbossa.

I looked at Ella, and despite the fighting going on around us, I stammered out, "I know how to get us home."

Before she could respond, a bullet whizzed between us, and we fell apart, screaming.

Boots were everywhere, and I scrambled up only to be faced with a pirate charging me with his cutlass. Ducking, I hit him with the gun I still held in my hand, now utterly useless except as a club since I had used its one shot.

And so I fought, running aimlessly around, trying to find Jack or Ella, both of whom had disappeared, as now seemed to be normal in any bad situation I was faced with.

Smoke was everywhere; someone seemed to have set fire to something, and it was hard to see, not to mention breathe. In an attempt to gain some insight to what was happening, I headed toward the helm and crouched behind a barrel to remain out of sight.

Will, Elizabeth, and Gibbs had somehow maneuvered themselves back to the Pearl along with a great bulk of the enemy and friends. And now, sitting here somewhat away from the action, I could see why. The Hildegard was burning, and fast. I needed to get off. I rushed down from the helm and shoved my way toward the plank that connected the two ships, but before I reached it, Belmont appeared and pushed it away into the sea below.

I skidded to a halt, no doubt pale. "We're going to die now!" I screeched, wanting nothing more than to push him into the sea.

"And so ends the great adventure of Winifred Delaney," he cackled coming forward. "Yes, you are going to die now." He held up his bottle of the Water and a gun.

I backed away until a group of fighting soldiers and pirates blocked me from view, and then I sprinted away, colliding with none other than Ella.

"We need to leave now," I yelled. "Belmont is going to kill us if this ship doesn't first."

"How?" shrieked Ella, yanking me toward somewhere with less action.

Another bullet flew between us, but I continued anyway. "I can get us home. You just need to wish! Watch: I wish to go back to…to the place I was before we were transported to this time."

Ella's eyes widen as she saw my pocket-watch glow.

"Wish to go with me," I prompted. "And then hold onto me. I think we need to be touch the watch or the person with the watch for it to work."

Another bullet, this one grazing my hair. I screamed and stumbled back.

"I wish to go with Finn," said Ella, but she pulled back her hand. "And I wish Richard to come with me." She touched my arm.

"And I wish Jack to come with me," I added.

We both looked out to the deck, filled with fighting, desperate men. I couldn't see Jack, and I was sure Ella couldn't see Richard. "Are they still on this ship?" I asked.

"I didn't see them leave for the Pearl."

Another bullet, this time grazing Ella's back.

Pirates were charging us, sword glinting dangerously in the flames of the fire.

Heat was crawling up my back.

Please work.

I rubbed the glowing ruby.

Everything went black.

We were tumbling…

Falling…

Spinning…

SMACK!

My whole body crashed into something that was hard and painful, only to be smashed by another body. Blood oozed from my check, the one touching the hard surface; I had probably skinned my face.

The air was cool, like dusk right after the sun has gone down. But it wasn't humid, not like the ocean. In fact, it didn't smell like the ocean at all…more foresty…

Groans were heard, and at the noise, I opened my eyes. Beside me lay three bodies.

Ella. Richard. Jack.

And around us were houses. Normal, twenty-first century houses.

It had worked.

Strangely enough, at the realization that I was home, I didn't react quite the way I had envisioned it. Instead of leaping up in joy, I sighed. I was home.

Home.

Tears dripped down my face, but I was smiling anyway. Safe. Home. Home…

"What the--" I heard Richard mutter. He sat up, and so did Jack, both clearly scared. Their eyes were wide, and their bodies tensed.

"It's okay," I laughed, "there's nothing to be afraid of. We're--"

My words were cut short as a gun was jammed next to my temple.

"No talking. From anyone. Now get up and walk toward that white van. No questions, just do."

Turning around, I saw nine men dressed in black, all pointing pistols at us.

I caught Ella's eye, and I knew my expression must match her own.

What in the world…?

TO BE CONTINUED...