Epilogue
It had been two years since the Black Pearl left Port Royal, sailing into a hazy golden sunset. Francesca was at the helm, Jack bearing four bottles and several kegs full of rum, staggering towards the men under its weight.
They were leaving the first place they'd ever set out for- Isla de Muerta.
"TODAY'S THE DAY, MATES!"
The crew applauded, raising empty mugs to the kegs.
"Today's the day that two people may carry proudly the name of Sparrow."
"AYE!" Mugs brimming with rum toasted them, standing in the center, "Ho, ho, ho, ho!" they chanted. "Kiss 'er!" shouted some.
Jack leaned over and kissed Francesca, taking her by surprise. The cheers of goodwill filled the air, making it nearly impossible for Will or Victoria to hear.
"CONGRATULATIONS!" They both screamed at once over the tumult of pirates.
Francesca hugged them both.
Victoria wore a wedding ring, crafted by Will himself. Wrapped in each other's arms, the crew began to chant again. "Ho, ho, ho, ho!" Getting faster until they too, kissed.
"WE'LL GO DEAF AT THIS RATE! QUIET!" said Jack. A hush fell over them. "So, Mr. Turner, Mrs. Turner- where now? To yet another island to get what we can for this booty, or–"
"Mind your hands, Sparrow. We're not yet married," said Francesca.
Jack continued with a drunken grin, "–or to another port to plunder and commandeer our women a ship? And if not, what then?"
"Anywhere the ship may take us," Will said placidly, gulping down his rum.
"Very well...I've got it! Let's make a visit to our old friends in Port Royal, see what they're up to, savvy?"
"Sounds good to me," said Francesca, standing at the helm as before. Jack stood behind her, putting his hands on the helm as well. "Now..you've got to keep a good bearing, and pay no attention to anything but gut instinct. We're not going to use the compass, mind you..."
Jack rambled on, Will and Victoria engaged in some more worthwhile things (minds out of the gutters, maties- can't do that on deck with the crew 'round and about).
"Watch the horizon, love," said Jack.
"I am."
"Good."
Francesca questioned, "...Why?"
"Element of surprise," he teased, kissing her neck. She pushed him playfully, "Bloody pirate, and a rum-crazed one to boot. And god help me, I love you."
"Focus on the horizon."
"Aye."
fin.