I am deeply sorry that James had to die.

Also, I gave Elizabeth's speech to Amelia here. One, because I feel like it is more empowering coming from her situation that just happened. (We won't discuss it.)

And two, because I am not ashamed that I thoroughly cannot stand Elizabeth.

Amelia crouched against the wall of the cell.

"I'm so sorry. This is my fault. If I hadn't...if I hadn't joined my father, none of this would have happened. You could've married Elizabeth and we could be back on Port Royal. Maybe she would have been better for you."

'But she's in love with Turner.' Amelia turned around. She could swear she heard his voice. 'And I was in love with you."

"I don't know that you needed me. All I did was muck everything up."

'I did need you, Amelia. You were everything to me."

"Stop it! Are you really there, or am I mad?" She covered her face with her hands and sobbed. "You were everything to me, too."

The door to the cell opened. "Get out, girl! A bargain has been struck."

"What sort of bargain?"

"Jack Sparrow has convinced Captain Jones that you should be on the Pearl when he sinks it. So we're to send you in a dinghy into the water." The sailor grabbed her arm and pulled her to her feet. She was in a boat before she knew it, and left out to sea. The sailors had said that the Pearlwas to come and get them. It was hours. Amelia thought she would die out there. Then, out in the distance, she saw her.

The Pearl.

Amelia picked up the oars and rowed as fast as she could. When she reached the ship, a rope came over the side. Will hugged her when she made it to the deck. "It isn't your fault. It's not your fault."

"Yes it is." Tia Dalma was tied to the mast. "What's going on here?"

"We're freeing Calypso."

"Right. Be there some manner of rite or incantation?"

"Aye. The items brought together, done. Items to be burned. And someone must speak the words: Calypso, I release you from your human bonds," Gibbs said.

"Is that it?"

"'Tis said that it must be spoken as if to a lover."

"Ooh."

Barbossa took off his hat and put it over his heart. He shouted, as if his love were on a balcony, "Calypso! I release you from your human bonds!"

Nothing happened.

"Is that it?"

"No, no, no. He didn't say it right. You have to say it right." Ragetti stepped forward and whispered the words into Tia Dalma's ear. Suddenly, she grew the height of the mast, and the winds and water began to swirl about them.

Barbossa knelt down. "Calypso! When the Brethren Court imprisoned you, who was it that told them how? Who was it that betrayed you?"

The giant seethed. "Name him."

"Davy Jones." She started to yell and shake. Barbossa continued. "Calypso! I come before you but a servant, humble and contrite. I have fulfilled me vow and now ask your favor. Spare meself, me ship, and me crew. But unleash your fury upon those who dare to pretend themselves your masters. Or mine."

Tia Dalma collapsed into a million crabs that washed overboard.

"Is that it?"

"Why, she's no help at all."

"What now?"

"Nothing," Barbossa said. "Our final hope has failed us."

"It's not over," Amelia said. She was fueled by her hate for Jones for what he did. "There's still a fight to be had."

"Are ye as daft as your father, missy?" He retorted. "We've an armada against us, and with the Dutchman, there's no chance. Revenge won't bring your husband back, Mrs. Norrington, and it's not something I'm intending to die for."

"You're right. Then what shall we die for?" Amelia jumped onto the railing and held on to the rigging so she wouldn't fall. "You will listen to me! Listen! The Brethren will still be looking here, to us, to the Black Pearl, to lead. And what will they see? Frightened bilge rats aboard a derelict ship? No! No, they will see free men and freedom! And what the enemy will see is the flash of our cannons. They will hear the ringing of our swords and the will know what we can do. By the sweat of our brows, and by the strength of our backs, and by the courage of our hearts. Gentlemen..." she looked about her. "Hoist the colors."

"Hoist the colors!"

"Hoist the colors!"

Barbossa turned. "Aye. The wind's on our side, boys! That's all we need! Hoist the colors!"