Chapter L

Goodbye, Jack Sparrow.

A/N: Hi. Were finally at fifty chapters, yay. Anyway, you can find Peter Pan at the ship graveyard. Thanks to Ultracrossregar2489 and Bearybeary for the reviews, and to morbid333. Anyway, onto the chapter. Enjoy!


Sora looked downtrodden as he aimlessly stared at the metal floor beneath him. Kairi sat with him on the sofa, her arms wrapped around him, and her head placed on his shoulder. Someone approached them, causing Sora to look up meeting Shera's gaze, who was handing drinks around the room.

'Take one.' She said, 'It will help sooth the pain.' Without hesitation, the two both reached and took hold of one glass each, and pulled it towards themselves. Sora looked at his glass, and twirled the brown liquid about. He slowly rose the glass to his lips, and the liquid entered. He quickly pulled it away, and resisted the urge to spit it out instantly.

So this was what alcohol tasted like? Honestly, he didn't know what everyone saw in it. Then again, it was probably an acquired taste, and he was not used to it. He looked up away from his drink to the occupants of the room. The entire crew were there. Shera put the tray down and took a seat next to her husband, who was courteous enough not to light a cigarette.

Donald and Goofy both sighed dejectedly. The room was silent. Dead silent.

'Death finally claimed him. Some would say it was long overdue.' Sam stated as he sat next to Relm, Strago and Lara sat across from them.

'I just can't believe he's gone.' Sora stated as he looked down once again. The majority of the crew noticed this.

'Poor kid.' Cid mumbled, to a volume that only those near him, being Shera, Leon, and Cloud, could hear. 'It's probably the first time a friend died.'

'A toast?' Strago suggested as he raised his glass. 'I didn't know the man well, or at all. I only know of what I have heard today. Nevertheless, I know he deserved better, and I hope he can rest in peace.' The crew rose their glasses.

'He was a really good guy deep down.' Goofy stated.

'He was the best pirate in the seven seas.' Donald let out in a melancholy voice.

'The best pirate in the cosmos.' Sam corrected.

'He was one of us.' Riku stated. 'Even if he denied it, he cared.'

'He was one of the best humans I'd ever met.' Relm stated.

It was now Shadow's turn, and all eyes fell upon him. He looked amongst them, before finally answering. 'He was free, in life and in death.'

'He was a good man, even if some people didn't think so.' Kairi said.

Finally, it was Sora's turn. It was impossible to sum up Jack Sparrow in one single sentence. 'He was…my friend.'

'To Jack.' Sam concluded.

'Rest in peace, Jack.' Sora added. They all raised their glasses to their mouths and drank. Sora, Kairi, and Relm all almost choked and coughed, though still managed to swallow the liquid. Sora rested his glass down on the coffee table in front of him. 'I think I'll head to bed.' Sora stood, and soon exited the room.


Far away, in the dark vastness of the cosmos. Four individuals met on a dark and dissident world. Alone in the confines of a single room, the silver haired sorceress stood in front of two men, Kefka and Norrington. In the middle of the room was a desk and chair. On the wooden table lay a still beating heart. At the back of the room was Sephiroth, who was silent, his arms crossed as he leaned against the back wall. 'You've done well, Kefka.' Ultimecia stated as she walked circles around said man.

THUMP, THUMP. THUMP, THUMP. THUMP, THUMP.

She came to a stop in front of the two. Sent her gaze towards the heart, and then back to the mad mage. 'You finished much faster than I expected. I only wish others were doing as well.' Ultimecia stated. 'Golbez has yet to take control of the world with which he was tasked. I'm starting to think that his heart isn't in it. I'm sending you to make sure he goes through with it, Kefka. He's far too nice for his own good, and we don't want him having a change of heart.'

'Sure thing.' Kefka grinned as a dark corridor opened underneath him. He fell through, and it closed. With him now gone, she turned to Norrington.

'What about you. Do you truly wish to join us? To dive so far into the darkness? To go where light shall never shine?'

'It shall be my greatest honour, ma'am.' Norrington answered, his body upstraight as expected of a man of the military. The sorceress' lips curled into a pleased smirk.

'I've heard good things about you. You managed to maintain full control of the Heartless, even in the presence of multiple Keyblades. However, I must ask. Why? Why fight alongside your enemies?'

'It would have been impractical to attack them at the given time, Ma'am.'

'I see,' Ultimecia replied, pleased with the man's answer. 'There is still much work to be done at Port Royal. I'll be putting you in control.' She turned and took the heart into her hand, before handing it to the man.

'I shall do as instructed, Ma'am.' A dark corridor appeared behind him. He turned and walked through, before it closed.

'We shouldn't trust that clown,' Sephiroth stated, 'He could betray us at anytime.'

'I know.' She simply responded. 'But before he does, we may be able to use him.'

'He won't bring us a Keybearer.' Sephiroth warned. 'He's more likely to destroy them. What will we do then?'

'We will have to keep an eye on him then, wont we?'


Sora lay on his bed, wide-awake. He sighed as he rolled over onto his side, his face contorted in thought. Whom was he kidding? He wouldn't be able to sleep. A knock came at the door, and he quickly turned to it. Who would it have been? Someone trying to cheer him up, no doubt. Right now, he wanted to be alone. He needed to be alone. He remembered the first time he had ever met Jack. It was at Port Royal. They had found him commandeering a military ship. He-

'Sora.' His train of thought broke, and his attitude quickly changed. That voice belonged to Kairi. 'Can I come in?'

He got up from his bed and approached the door, opening it. Kairi smiled on her end. 'Hey.'

'Hi,' she replied, can I come in?'

'Sure,' he stepped out of the doorway. She stepped in, closing the door behind her. 'Do you want to talk?' she asked as she turned to him. His gaze fell away from her and to the floor. 'It's alright if you don't, but if you do, then I'm here.'

'Thanks.' He smiled weakly as he made his way to his bed, before sitting on it. She joined him, sitting on his right. He blankly looked up to the ceiling. His eyes shut lightly. His mind, for once that night, was a blank sleight. What was it about her? When he was at his lowest, all it took was her presence to calm him. To make everything clear and easier.

Something touched his hand, and his eyes shot open, looking down to it. Her hand covered his own. Straight after, her head lowered and lay on his shoulder. His lack of bewilderment wasn't unjustified. This wasn't a new action, and he had grown accustomed to it. His free hand rose and ran through her red sea of hair. 'I'm gonna miss him.' Sora finally spoke.

'We won't forget him,' Kairi added, 'Right?'

'Right.' Sora concluded as he turned his head slightly, and kissed the top of her head. She smiled. His lips left her head, and his head turned back. Her hand lifted from his, and she placed it on Sora's left cheek, and turned his face towards her. Her head moved forwards, and their lips connected. He was surprised, but it wore off in a few seconds. His eyes closed as he wrapped his arms around her frame, pulling the two down to his bed.

Their lips slowly parted, and their eyes rested on those of the other's. They both warmly smiled at the other, before Kairi rested her head on his chest. Sora's heart fluttered against her ear. He ran a hand through her hair as he relaxed his head against the pillow, before letting a yawn out. 'Thanks, Kairi.'

'Don't worry so much. You done everything you could have.' She lifted her head.

'I guess these things just sometimes happen.' He lifted his hand and stroked her check. She moved forward and pecked him. His arms rose, and again wrapped around her body. Their lips parted. 'but he'll live on in our hearts.


The Highwind, Shera, and Ragnarok soared through the cosmos quickly, thanks to their warp drives. Minutes turned to hours. The majority of the crew retired to their chambers. However, this did not include Samuru Heartily, who wondered the second level of the Ragnarok, pacing himself slowly, a cigarette in his mouth. The merger of the three ships had been quite convenient. He casually passed a bridge that connected the dormitories with the rest of the second level. He saw Shadow was there, sitting in solitude. Sam passed by, their eyes connecting. Neither said a word as he passed the man by.

'Come on!' Relm's voice called from below, causing Sam to stop. He looked down from the bridge, seeing Relm and Donald walk by, the duck holding his staff to himself defensively.

'No!' Donald quickly answered. What the hell were they doing up? It was Three AM. He didn't expect anyone to still be wondering the ship, excluding himself, that was. Then again, he was an insomniac. Not I to such a degree that he couldn't sleep at all, but he still lay awake for hours. Roughly, he would sleep for a total of three or four hours. Donald was likely checking their progress to the next world, but why was she awake.

'Come on. I just want to try it out. I'll give it back in five minutes.'

'No!' Donald quickly responded once again, 'you'll set the ship on fire!'

'Will not!'

'The brat is too loud for her own good.' Hyne spoke up. Sam ignored the voice in the back of his mind as he jumped down to the level, landing gracefully and quietly.

'What are you two bickering about?'

'WAAAK!' Donald screeched as the two both jumped. The duck quickly spun around, panting heavily. 'Where did you come from?' Sam simply pointed up at the bridge.

'You jumped?' Relm choked, 'What are you, crazy.'

'It's not as high as it looks. I've always jumped down, back when I was with the empire and used this as a war frigate.'

'You used this as a warship?' Relm questioned, 'Wait, were your mother and grandpa with you? Did you bring them along when you were blowing people up?'

Sam shook his head, 'no, I kept them at the capital. I didn't want them to get involved. As for my question…?'

'Oh, right.' Relm said. Then, a devious smirk crossed her thin, pink lips as she stepped forward to her boyfriend. She then wasted no time in looking into the boy's eyes, before putting on the most innocent and helpless puppy dog eyes she could. 'I wanted to try out Donald's staff, but he said I couldn't.' The girl sniffed several times, 'He said I was useless at magic and that I would set the ship on fire.'

'Did not!' a furious Donald growled.

'You should cook him!'

The boy took the undoubtedly exaggerated information in. 'I see.' He began, and shortly after, the girl's gaze deepened. A single eyebrow on his face rose. 'Can you not do that?'

'Sorry.' Her deep gaze fell, and their eyes fell apart.

'She's lying!' Donald quacked.

'Eh, go lay an egg!' Relm retorted.

'I'm a guy!' The duck aggressively replied.

'Then why can't I see your-'

'Relm.' Sam quickly interjected. 'Now, back to the matter at hand. I'll tell you what, Relm. Next time we get a chance. I'll find you a staff. That way you will not need to borrow Donald's. As for now, however.' He extended his arm, and summoned Outcast. Donald let out a loud 'Wak' as he jumped back. Sam looked to the duck, and then to Relm, before spinning the weapon one-hundred and eighty degrees and handing it to her handle-first. 'You can borrow this. It's like a staff and a sword in one. Just try not to hurt yourself. It can be quite an awkward weapon if you are unfamiliar with it.' Donald sighed in relief and wiped non-existing beads of sweat from his forehead.

Relm reached forward and took a hold of the Keyblade's handle, and for a moment, a slight moment, less than a second, she could have sworn it lit up. She shook it off. It was late, and she was tired. It would have been her mind playing tricks on her. The boy let go of his faithful weapon. She took it into both hands, before swinging it around herself. Donald screeched loudly and ducked as the weapon passed by, just missing his head. 'Wow! This is pretty cool. I wish I had one.'

Sam found himself smiling as the girl clumsily slashed the weapon about. Donald clearly had no interest for the matter, and quickly used this opportunity to make his leave. She continued to make simple swipes, coming to a halt a minute or so later, before turning to the boy. 'Am I any good?'

'Quite good for your level training.' He answered.

'You mean none?'

'Yes.' He turned to face the doorway to the hanger that rested under the bridge. 'Would you…care to join me?'

'Sure.' The boy began to walk, 'Do you want this back?' she questioned, and he stopped. The Keyblade suddenly vanished. He began to walk again, the girl followed. As he approached the door, he pushed a button on a panel nearby, opening it.

'Shall we?' he questioned. She simply nodded her head as the two entered. Shortly after, the door closed, encasing the two in darkness.

Relm squinted as the two entered the room, 'I can't see a damn thing.' She complained as she looked around the room.

'Give your eyes a few minutes to adjust.' Sam's voice answered as he fumbled around the room. He found the wall, and ran a hand over it, finally coming to a compartment, which he opened.

'So, what is there to do in here?'

'Not much.' He answered as he reached in and pulled two bottles out. 'Would you like a drink?'

'Sure, why not?' Relm answered as she looked about the room. The outlines of figures were becoming visible.

He turned and walked towards her, handing one of the bottles to her, which she took. The girl unscrewed the top, as he did to his, and put it to her lips, allowing some of the liquid to fall into her mouth. She coughed shortly after before looking up to Sam.

'So you keep a stash of booze here. Is that what you do in here? Drink your ass off.'

'Sometimes.' The boy replied as he took a swig of his own drink. The two were silent for about a minute, both drinking from their bottles.

'So, were your parents married. Is that why you go by Heartily?'

'No, they were not married. Even if they were, I probably would have forsaken his name.'

'Why's that?'

He took another gulp of the drink before answering. 'Perhaps I wanted to destroy any correlation between us.'

'You don't want anything to do with him?' Relm asked as she too took another drink from her own bottle.

'I suppose so.'

'Why?'

'I am not one to forgive easily.'

'What's to forgive?' she asked, an eyebrow raising.

'When our world fell, he ran.' Sam answered before putting the bottle to his lips. He allowed a large portion of it to fall down his throat, before removing the bottle. 'He abandoned us.

Abandoned me…

Relm stared at the boy as his face fell down, his eyes concentrating on the bottle. He took another drink from it. A long drink that lasted for a good ten seconds. 'I guess that's something we have in common. Both our fathers left us without a second thought.'

He looked over to her. 'I suppose so.' He replied. Her hand rose to the ring around her neck and squeezed it, closing her eyes as she did so. 'What was she like? Your mother, I mean.' The girl frowned deeply, and for a moment, he thought he saw her tremble.

'I…I don't remember. She died shortly after I was born.' She answered with a weak voice. He body became frozen, which he noticed. She still had strong emotions attached to her mother. It was understandable.

'You should comfort her.' Ansem's voice thundered.

Shut up. I don't need your help.

He scooted over to her, and before she could notice, he put an arm around her body.

'Does it hurt to think about her?'

'Sometimes.' Relm answered as she leaned into him.

'You could always ask Shadow about her, you know.'

'Like he would care.' She quickly spat. The hostile tone seemed to have come from nowhere, but she quickly softened. 'Thanks anyway.'

'Don't mention it.' Sam concluded as he put his bottle to his lips, and she done the same with her own. The two both finished their drinks, followed by a belch from the girl.

'Oops.' She said, soon followed by a small chuckle, which Sam sheared.

The time ticked away, which the two didn't seem to notice. They had more drinks, completely depleting the boy's supply, and the floor became littered with at least a dozen bottles. Relm began to cheer up greatly. Sam chuckled as the two continued to talk about nothing. They stopped making sense some time ago. The girl was obviously drunk. Her words were slurred, and she couldn't sit straight. In fact, she was leaning on him most of the time.

She looked around the room, and squinted, followed by a loud yawn.

'Tired? You can lie down if you want.' Sam stated, and she looked to him.

'If I didn't know any better, I'd say you were trying to seduce me.' Relm raised an eyebrow, her voice slurred. 'Did you put something in my drink?' She slurred, causing Sam to chuckle.

'I like to think I have an ounce more class than that.'

'Oh yeah, then why is I so much more tired and drunks than you?'

'Because you can't take your liquor for shit.' Sam pointed out. 'This is strong, and you're not familiar to it. Also, you're tired because you haven't slept tonight, where Which you also aren't accustomed to.'

'Oh, I knew that.' She looked around again. 'Where's the bed?'

He pointed to the side of the room, where a mattress and a couple of sheets lay. 'Right over there.'

'Okay.' Relm stood and took a few clumsy steps. 'The room won't stop spinning! Stop spinning room!' She shouted. Suddenly, she let out a loud yelp as she was swept off her feet. Sam grinned as he lifted the girl bridle style.

'You're too drunk to walk.' Sam stated as he carried her towards the mattress, failing to walk in a straight line. As he closed in on it, he put her down, dropping down beside her.

'Wow, this floor is really soft.' She answered, rewarding a chuckle from Sam as he brushed his fingers through her hair. She looked over to him, and a small smirk crept onto her lips.

'What is-' he didn't have time to finish as she grabbed him by the collar of his coat, and pulled him on top of her, crashing her lips onto his. He was taken aback slightly, but soon joined her. He rolled them over so the two were both on their sides. Their lips parted, and the pair were both grinning. She rested her head on his chest.

'Night, night.' She yawned as her eyes closed. He ran a hand through her hair. 'Love you.' His hand quickly stopped. What did she just say? His grin vanished.

'Love…me? Why? How?'

'Do the world a favour and drop dead you wicked, evil, monster of a child! Nobody loves you! They don't even like you! Your parents probably hate you! They were much happier before you were born! You're a monster! You're not even human! You don't deserve to live!'

He ran a hand through his hair and closed his eyes tight. All these years, and that redhead bitch still plagued his memories He wrapped both arms around Relm's body, and pulled her closer to himself. Loved him? No. It must have been the alcohol talking. He closed his eyes, and rested his head. He needed to sleep. Sleep into the night, with her in his arms. The only one in this universe whom he may be able to love.


AN: finished that one. Onto another. Whoopee. Anywho, its trivia time. Let's see…crap, uh…I can't think of anything…Damn, here's a stupid one, where is Golbez, what world. I have mentioned it before.