Everyone was frozen for a long moment and the only sound was Jasmine's scream.

Meg was the first to move. She drew her sword and went after Helga. She was intercepted the moment she stepped outside. Sinbad and the rest of them hurried outside to aid Meg.

Helga's crew appeared from behind the trees and swarmed them, blocking them from Helga. Sinbad tried to keep an eye on John, but lost track of him in the chaos. He did, however, find Kale.

Sinbad blocked John and everything else from his mind as he fought his way to Kale. It wasn't an easy fight, but Sinbad took the life of every crew member who attacked him. By the time he reached Kale, he was bruised and cut up and his sword dripped with blood.

"This isn't our fight, Sinbad," Kale said. "You were the best captain I've sailed under, I'd hate to kill you."

He probably would, too. But, Sinbad wasn't going down without a fight. He just hoped John and Flynn wouldn't see this.

Sinbad charged Kale. Kale dodged him easily, but Sinbad still managed to leave a large gash on Kale's shoulder. Kale growled in pain and anger and went after Sinbad. Kale brought his sword down on Sinbad. Sinbad blocked him with his own sword, but there was so much force behind Kale's thrust, it knocked Sinbad to the ground. Before Sinbad had a chance to stand, Kale kicked him in the face.

Sinbad got to his feet, spitting blood in the grass. Kale tried to deliver another blow to his face, but Sinbad sidestepped him and stabbed Kale in the side. Kale barely seemed to notice as he quickly turned and smashed the hilt of his sword down on Sinbad's collarbone. Sinbad groaned in pain. He stumbled, but caught himself before he fell again.

Kale grabbed him by the back of the shirt and slammed him against a nearby tree. Sinbad grunted as his ribs made contact with the unyielding trunk. Kale slammed him against the tree again. Sinbad pulled his dagger from his belt and reached behind him, cutting Kale's arm. Kale let go of him long enough for Sinbad to move out of his reach. Sinbad didn't know if his collarbone or any of his ribs were broken, but he could hardly move.

Kale advanced towards him. He swung his sword, but Sinbad ducked. He dropped to the ground, then reached out and sliced the back of Kale's knee with his dagger. Kale crumpled briefly, but was back on his feet in a flash. He was limping now, but still seemed completely unfazed. He seized Sinbad's neck and pinned him up against a tree.

Sinbad struggled to breathe. It felt as if Kale's hand was slowly crushing his neck. Still squeezing Sinbad's neck, Kale stabbed Sinbad in the chest.

"You're nothing, Sinbad."

While Kale smiled at him in victory, Sinbad saw John over Kale's shoulder and he remembered the promise he made John: "...I promise I'll kill Kale for you."

In one last final attempt, Sinbad lashed his dagger out. The blade swiped across Kale's throat, tearing it open. Kale let go of Sinbad and grasped at his own neck. Blood gushed from his neck and mouth. Sinbad sank to his knees and watched Kale fall to the ground.

Sinbad collapsed. He pressed his hand against his chest, though he knew it didn't matter anymore; he could feel himself fading.

All things considered, this was not a bad way to go.

He looked up at the starry sky and thought of Phoebus. He didn't have many memories of the man he loved, but as his life flowed from his body, he clung to each and every one of them and the peace they gave him.

A tanned- skin angel appeared above him, her black hair brushing over his face as she leaned over him.

No. Not an angel.

A princess covered in blood.

"Hold on, Sinbad," Jasmine said.

It was the last thing he heard.

X X X

With Gaston's help, Meg and the others slaughtered Helga's crew. When they were all dead, Meg slowly walked towards Helga. Helga's eyes were wide with panic. Meg's crew stood behind her, but let her take on Helga herself. Even Gaston held back. This was the moment Meg has been waiting for since she lost Hercules and they all knew this kill was hers.

"I didn't mean to kill your husband," Helga said.

Meg nodded. "You intended to kill me that night, just as you intended to kill all of us tonight. Your road to Hell will be paved with your intentions."

"And I suppose you'll be the one to send me there?" Helga smirked at her with an arched eyebrow. "You're welcome to try."

Meg's fingers flinched over the knife in her belt. Before anyone could register what happened, Meg drew the knife and threw it at Helga. She had aimed for her chest, but missed. Instead, it pierced her stomach. Meg immediately ran at Helga. While Helga was momentarily distracted by pulling the knife from her stomach, Meg grabbed Helga's arm with both hands and pulled it back as hard as she could, dislocating her elbow.

Helga screamed. Her arm went limp at her side, but she managed to punch Meg in the mouth and then draw her sword.

Meg laughed and spit blood at her before picking up the now discarded knife that Helga had pulled from her stomach. She sheathed it and pulled out her own sword.

"You're going to bleed out before you can kill me," Meg told her.

"It only takes a second to end someone's life."

Helga dove at Meg, momentarily going airborne as she went to tackle Meg. At the last second, Meg dropped to the ground and thrust her sword upwards, impaling Helga. Meg shoved Helga and she fell backwards.

"That was for trying to kill my crew," Meg told her.

Meg unsheathed her knife and stood over Helga. Helga coughed up blood. Meg pulled the sword out of her and dropped it on the grass. She then straddled Helga, pinning her to the ground. Helga grabbed at Meg with her good arm, but Meg knocked it away.

Gripping her knife tightly, Meg slowly pushed the blade through the hollow of Helga's throat. "That was for the queen and manipulating Gaston." She pulled the knife out of her neck. Helga weakly gasped for breath. Meg picked up her sword and stood. "And this is for Hercules." With all her strength, Meg plunged the sword through Helga's eye.

Helga's body twitched and then stilled. To make sure she was actually dead, Meg decapitated her.

But, she wasn't done.

Meg turned and pointed her sword at Gaston.

"Meg, don't," Flynn warned.

"Why not?" Meg asked. "By the time anyone found him out here, we'd all be long gone. They'd find his body among all of theirs and they'd think Helga and her pirate crew killed him. No one will ever know we were even here."

"She's right," John said. "Gaston is The Damned's last remaining enemy; we could end all of this right now and no one would know."

Aladdin walked over to Gaston and stood by his side. He was covered in cuts and gashes, still he readied his sword, prepared to continue fighting.

"Somebody help!" Jasmine called out, emerging from the trees. She was half carrying, half dragging Sinbad. He was unconcious and she was struggling under his weight. John and Flynn ran over and took Sinbad from her. "He's alive," she told them. "But, barely. He needs a doctor right away."

John and Flynn carried him off, with Jasmine and Jim following after them.

"Meg, maybe we should take the win," Mulan said. She was clutching her side. Shang was holding her up, but he wasn't in much better shape.

"You two should go, too; get yourselves taken care of."

"Meg-"

"Go!" Meg insisted.

Shang and Mulan looked back and forth between Meg and Gaston, then turned and left.

Aladdin was now all that stood between Meg and her revenge.