Okay, last chapter! *mutters* Thank God! This story has been HUGE! *tears out her hair* Gah!

Oh well, I liked it regardless. It was good fun to write. Thank-you to all reviewers. Okay, um, I assumed that when you set a ship on fire (as they did in The Diary Of Morgan Land) then you set it adrift so it wont set the entire island on fire. I thought that was a bit of a given, but for those who needed clarification, there it is.

Other than that, I'll put all author's notes before the chapter this time. I never liked putting them after the final chapter. I'm nuts, but to me it seems a little... unethical. Oh well, just bear with me here.

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Luinecu-

This ending should be... strange. Hope you like it, and hope you read some of the prequels/ sequels. Thanks for reviewing!

et-spiritus-sancti-

The Keener is up to chapter three right now. The Keener being the Catriona story. Yeah, Jack's so cute... *sigh* That's pretty neat, if you think about it, how Jack inadvertently saved Meryl. It wasn't his convincing that did it, it was her knowing that he too had been hurt. Deep... *giggles* No, just kidding. Man, my stories are all so pointless. *shakes head* Love them despite, though. Thanks so much for your reviews!

Commodores R Ppl 2-

Jack makes me smile constantly. I kind of look stupid for it. Isn't it just that way, though, when you hear one of his good lines and you just love it to bits? Personally I liked "Clearly you've never been to Singapore." *sighs* You're great, and your reviews were awesome, thanks!

divinething-

Jack's a jerk, but that's just my interpretation of his character. Other people see it differently. Hope I explained the boat thing well enough (see above) to ward off confusion. Sorry if I wasn't clear enough. *mutters* Stupid me... Thanks a bunch, your reviews were really helpful!

Erin Richards-

Messing with Jack indeed. Wont go there... The difference between you and me is that you produce small quantities of QUALITY work, whereas I spurt out uncountable amounts of plotless clichés. Garbage writing, trashy novels, that's the life for me. *laughs* Well, thanks for reviewing. I really should pause to thank you for the amount of reviews you give me. It's awesome to have a reader you can count on. And I'll check for Love My Way soon... love that story!

Thanks to all reviewers! Right, well, on with the stupid little ending I have planned here. I hope you'll overlook the inherent corniness of it and be nice- it sucks, but I'm writing so many damned sequels, prequels, and whatnot! Oh, by the way, if there's any character's history story or sequel you'd like to read just let me know, and I'll try to come up with something.

Love you all, here goes nothing!


Jack rolled his eyes as he was forced to watch yet another public display of affection between Emmaleanna and Liam. It seemed to him that the pair hadn't taken their mouths off each other for the past hour. Although, he thought with relief, now that his reunion with Gibbs and the rest of his crew was over, the opportune moment had presented itself. He could return to his poor little Pearl.

The weathered pirate slipped away from the crew that flooded Liam's overcrowded deck, making his way to the seemingly abandoned stern of the ship. He stripped of his weapons, his jacket and his hat, and took a step up onto the railing.

"Going so soon?" A sultry female voice enquired.

He rolled his eyes. "You persist in tormenting me Meryl."

The tall girl stepped out of the shadows created by the twilight on the sails. "You know I mean well."

"Do you?" He asked sarcastically. His face turned from their usual hostile intrigue to something a little softer. "You going to be okay?"

She smiled. "I'll be fine... I just need a little time."

He nodded. "Understandable." Pause. "Meryl?"

"Aye?"

"It would do an old pirate great honour to have you join the crew of his legendary Black Pearl."

Meryl laughed. "Lest I checked, the legendary Black Pearl was beached and burnt to a crisp."

"I'll repair her!" Jack promised.

She laughed. "You don't have to ask me twice, then." Her eyes clouded over for a moment. "I think it's good for me to be near you. You know what it feels like to loose the most wonderful thing in your world." Jack tried to ignore her. "Death took Bart from me, Jack. What took Catriona away from you?"

"Bloody Protestant landlords." He muttered.

"What?"

"Nothing." Jack swung his legs over the railing and took a last glance at Meryl. "See you soon."

"Sure." She breathed as he disappeared with a splash into the dark waters below. Her black hair blew across her face and she brushed it away lethargically.

The cool evening breeze slipped its way through the thin red fabric of her dress. She shivered.

"Do you love him too?"

Meryl jumped. Morgan had found her way up to the stern and was standing just tucked in behind the heavy cream sail. She looked, among other things, almost frightened, though her eyes were absent of any of the anger or hostility that had punctuated their last conversation.

"Pardon?" Meryl asked.

Morgan made her way further out onto the stern. "Do you love him too?" She repeated.

Meryl smiled. "Well yes." The fear on Morgan's face grew. "But not... not so much. I mean, not the way you do."

"And him?"

"He loves you." Meryl assured her.

The relief on Morgan's face could've lit up the entire ocean. "I was so afraid... he didn't... did he?"

"No." Meryl lied, not exactly sure what she was denying, but knowing by the tone of Morgan's voice that 'yes' would've been the wrong answer. "He loves you, Lady Land. You don't have to doubt that."

Morgan felt a pang of guilt in her heart. "Look, I'm sorry we haven't really been pacific in our conversations, but-"

"Forget it." Meryl smiled. "What's past is past. We don't have to argue over Jack. Women need to stick together on a ship full of men." Morgan grinned. "Jack... he's yours. He loves you."

"I wish I could hear it from him..." Morgan breathed wistfully. "I mean, I know he's said it to me, but I just... I wish all this, these problems, these past few months, I wish it would all just go away."

In the distance, Meryl could see Jack's figure wading towards his ship in the moonlight. "Go with him."

"I beg your pardon?" Morgan's proper tone of voice made Meryl snicker.

"Go with him. He's off to his old ship."

"But I couldn't-"

"Sure you could." Meryl pushed her towards the railing encouragingly. "Just swim straight ahead. You cant miss it. Oh, and be sure you hold your dress when you climb."

A slight grin spread over Morgan's face. "Thank you, Meryl Volleys."

"Don't mention it. Seriously. Now go."

And with a slight push from Meryl, Morgan found herself plunged into the cool, dark waters of the Caribbean at night time. Meryl again stood and watched as yet another figure swam off into the distance. In her heart, she felt almost at peace, content in knowing something that the rest of the world had trouble believing about themselves, about others.

Bart had shown Meryl, even in the short time she had known him, something she had never even dared to believe; that she really was strong, that she really could endure, that she really did have worth...


Morgan pulled her sopping wet self up over the railing and navigated awkwardly around the holes that fire had torn in the deck of the ship Jack held in such esteem. In the darkness, her eyes scanned the deck, settling on the tiller, where she could make out his stocky figure, though he didn't appear to notice her until she was almost halfway to him.

"Morgan, luv!"

"Hello Jack." She closed the gap between them and enfolded herself in his arms, nuzzling at the crook of his neck. "Quite a swim."

"Aye." She felt his breath roll hotly over her cheek.

"So you're going to have The Pearl repaired?"

"Undoubtedly." Jack said. "She's the true love of me life."

Morgan raised her eyebrows. "I thought that was me?" She joked.

"Shhh!" He whispered, clamping a hand over her mouth. "She can hear you!"

Morgan laughed. "Idiot." Her voice was muffled by his hand, which still remained there, covering her mouth.

"That's not very nice." He scolded. His eyes bored into hers, and she slowly rotated herself in his arms so that they faced each other. Jack felt something stir awake in the back of his mind, something that had just begun to arise over the past two days. Her eyes... her brown eyes... Somehow he saw them differently now. Saw something in them. Had they changed, or had he?

A chill grazed itself down over his spine. In her brown eyes, he could almost make out the familiar shape of Catriona... Kit... he had called her Kit. But Kit had had green eyes. Why could he see her reflected back at him through Morgan?

Then it dawned on him, slowly. He wasn't seeing Kit... Catriona... no, no, he was seeing love. Love incarnated. Love embodied. Love tangible. In Morgan. And there was something in the way, something he knew all too well.

Guilt.

If there was one thing they needed to be in harmony together, Jack knew it must be to just forgive and forget, to overwrite the past mistakes. To start afresh.

"Morgan," He began. "These... these past few months, they were just... wrong. I mean... you were meant for more than you've reduced yourself to. You... do you want to forget? Forgive and forget, wash it away... Start over? We're back where we met... cant we just...?"

"Yes." Morgan smiled a little. "I'd like that very much."

Jack's eyes lit up. He grinned, taking a step back, holding out his hand to the girl in front of him. " Captain Jack Sparrow, m'lady."

She took his hand and shook it, twisting away a smile. "Morgan Land. Pleased to meet you, Jack."

He couldn't play it any longer. The game was taking too long. He took her up in his arms suddenly and kissed her. Morgan felt the warmth, the strength of his arms around her, and it made her feel so... she couldn't quite describe it. Protected, but at the same time, set free. Comforted, yet exhilarated. Familiar, but frightening.

Jack pulled his lips from hers for a moment. He smiled at her, his joy reflecting back at him on the face of she whom he so loved.

"That's Captain Jack Sparrow to you."

-Fin