Okay, well, here it is......... the Finale!
Chapter 10: The Finale
Captain Jack Sparrow sat behind the cruel metal bars of the cage he had been put in. The cage was of a rectangle shape, longer than it was tall. The bars on the cage were criss-crossed and rusty. If he sat on his knees, his head nearly reached the top. The cage was about six feet long, very small and uncomfortable. He had been trying to pick the lock, but to no avail.
''ow am I to get out o' this one?' Jack thought wearily as he sat back against the bars of the cage.
Celeste found herself coming into the conscious world with pain in her head. When her vision cleared, she saw Jack sitting in a cage leaning back against the bars. His back was to her. As she looked around, she saw that they were in a large alcove on a cliff. There was quite a bit of distance between them and the edge of the cliff. She struggled to get up and ran over to Jack's cage. She sat on her knees in front of him, looking in at him.
"Jack!" she sighed. "Wh-where's the key? I'll get you out!"
"I don't know where the key is, love." Jack sighed. "Santara prob'ly 'as it." He was looking down at the cage floor. She looked at him.
"Jack, look at me!" she ordered.
"What for?" he asked coldly. "So you can see me for the las' time?" he sat on his knees and stuck his head out of the bars. He placed his left hand on the same horizontal bar his chin was above, only in the next square. "You must get out of 'ere, darling! Save yourself!"
"Why didn't he put me in a cage or... or restrain me in some way?" she asked, off subject.
"'e said 'e wanted to give you a fair chance to run if you wanted." Jack replied. "But 'e said 'e knew you would come lookin' for 'im anyway. Don't do that, darling. Just get out o' 'ere!"
"No! I'm not leaving you here, Jack!"
"Keep to the code, love."
"You're Captain Jack Sparrow! You always have a way out! Aren't all those stories true? I can help you!"
"You are so stubborn, love." Jack sighed.
"I know." she replied, smiling. "It's all part of my irresistible charm." she joked.
"Look, I... I 'ave to tell you somethin'..." he hesitated. "I've been meanin' to tell you for a long time, but... I jus' never did... An' I, er..."
"Wait. I have to tell you something first." she interrupted.
"No, I really must tell you." Jack pressed.
"No, I have to tell you." Celeste insisted.
"No, I--"
"Really, I--" Then, at the same time, they both just burst out what they wanted to say.
"I love you!" There was a pause.
"I have no idea why," Celeste said, "but I do." she almost got completely lost in his big, dark brown eyes. "I don't want to lose you, Jack!" she exclaimed. "You're all I've got!" her eyes turned red and watered.
"No, love! You've got friends an'-an' family." he reasoned.
"No family!" Celeste cried. "I told you about them! Besides, after leaving home, I really don't think they'd accept me even if I wanted to come back."
"You shoul' apologize to them, love."
"No! I've got too much pride! You know me, Jack! Besides I never want to see that witch of a stepmother ever again!" Celeste exclaimed. "I'm not going back there! I won't! You're the only one I've ever told everything to!" tears ran down her face. "The only one I've ever loved--" she choked on her words. After a moment, she began again, "You know what I did before I met you, Jack?" he didn't reply. "Nothing, Jack! Absolutely nothing! I was nobody!"
"Darling, I want you to leave." Jack told her. "I'll find a way out."
"No! I-I... can help you!" more tears strolled down her face.
"GO!" he yelled. She began to cry harder. "I won't love you if you don't leave! I can get out of this!"
"Then don't love me." she stated toughly, attempting to hold back tears. "You're just saying that to try to protect me. But it won't work, I won't leave. I would rather die than risk living without you." He didn't reply. Just stared at her with those gorgeous dark brown eyes of his. "I'm going to find Santara, kill him, and get that key." she stated.
"You are so stubborn... I... please be careful, love." he warned.
"I will." she assured. Tears welled in her eyes again. "If I don't come back... I'm sorry... but... but don't forget me--" she choked on her words. "Just-just remember that I died loving you--" she choked on her words again, tears rolling down her face.
"Don't cry, love." he said comfortingly. "Don't cry. It's bad for morale."
"I thought you said it's good for the heart. Besides, I'm a girl. I'll cry if I feel like it." she sniffled.
"Yes, but you're my girl." he said, reaching out with his right hand and wiping tears from her face. "An' I won' let my girl cry. 'specially over me."
"I love you, Jack."
"An' I... I love you, darling." then something completely unheard of happened. Captain Jack Sparrow, legendary pirate, experienced something very new to him. One tear reluctantly rolled down his cheek.
"Oh, I love you, Jack!" she exclaimed. Tears rolled out of her eyes like rivers. She put one of her hands on his that was resting on a bar; their hands joined. She put her other hand on the side of his head, leaned in and kissed him. Tears soaked their faces. They could hear pirates yelling not too far away. Thunder boomed and lightning flashed. She pulled back, bringing her hand to his cheek. "I'll see you soon, Captain." He nodded, holding back tears. She stood up, adjusted her hat, unsheathed her swords, and walked away from him, wiping tears from her face with her sleeve. Jack sat for a
moment in thought.
'I've never really been in love before...' he thought. 'Never felt like this since the Pearl... Hm...'
* * *
Celeste walked away from Jack, wiping tears away with her sleeve.
"Santara!" she called.
"Why, I were jus' comin' to see ye." he replied, walking from behind the corner of a large rock wall. "Actually, I were on me way to see Jack."
"Keep him out of this." she ordered. "This is between you and me."
"Ah, where's the fun in that?" he walked right past her and headed for Jack's cage. She ran to catch up with him, and jumped in his path.
"Nope. I won't let you." she stated.
"Oh, well, then, I'll just give up an' let ye both be on yer merry way." he replied sarcastically. "I think not." he kicked at Celeste's legs from the side, and she fell over. Santara quickly made his way over to Jack's cage, took out his sword, and stabbed him.
"JACK!!" Celeste screamed. "No! Noooo!" she tried to run over to the cage, but Santara stopped her.
"I want to get me two deaths in one day." Santara stated. "Didn't ye wan' to fight me?"
"Jack... Jack..." Celeste sobbed as she looked at Jack's body lying on the cage floor motionless. Santara shoved her and she fell over. She looked up at him with tearstained cheeks. "No. I don't want to fight you. I just want to kill you." Santara laughed. She hopped up on her feet and attacked him. They fenced all the way down the cliff.
She struck with all her might at his neck, but he blocked it. She had a rage in her she had never known before. He stabbed at her stomach, but she clashed one of her swords on his and jumped back, barely avoiding the attack. She swiped with both her swords at his waist, but he jumped back. He struck at her shoulder, but she blocked that too.
"Maybe I shan't kill ye." Santara sneered as she struck at him and he blocked it. "Maybe I'll keep ye fer me crew 'n' me."
"EW! Gross! No!" she retorted in disgust. "I'll bet you weren't even welcome in Tortuga!" she struck several times overhead and stuck in a few sideswipes. "I'm sure even those women have standards. No matter how much money is offered." they fenced.
"Well, the only reason women become pirates are because they are either incapable of doing anythin' else, or because they too were rejected in Tortuga."
"If only Anamaria was here." she mumbled as they fenced.
Lightning flashed and thunder boomed. They continued fencing, maneuvering back and forth, jumping and dodging.
They quickly fenced and Celeste was lucky enough to get one hit on Santara. She cut his thigh fairly deeply, though it didn't really seem to bother him.
"Ye know, I'm on a tight schedule." Santara added. "I got places to be, things to
do, blokes to kill." He blocked all of Celeste's strikes. He quickly swiped at her waist and put her: enough to make her cry out. She clutched at her waist with her left forearm, but didn't let go of her swords. He swung at her twice more and cut her upper right and lower left arm. She yelled in pain and dropped her left sword; it flew back behind her on the ground. Rain began to fall as lightning illuminated the skies and thunder boomed. Large drops of rain soaked her face and washed over the blade of her remaining sword
Suddenly, he kicked her in the stomach. She yelled and fell to the ground, clinging to her sword, her last hope. She gasped for air, having had the wind knocked out of her. Santara stepped on the blade of Celeste's remaining sword and kicked it just out of her reach. She hoisted herself up onto her elbows, blood leaking out of her wounds, staining her clothes.
"An' now fer the finale..." Santara growled, stalking towards her, as a wild animal about to tear into its prey. She scooted, backing up and away from him in panic, but noticed that she was nearing the edge of the cliff, so she stopped. He stared down at her for a moment, then he kicked her in the face and she cried out. He pointed his sword at her neck, it was about six inches away. Blood trickled out of the corner of her mouth. He removed his sword, giving him enough time to kick her in the face again; she cried out. Blood flew from her mouth. She winced in pain from all her wounds. She caught a glance at her unwillingly abandoned sword near her right foot. Her hope began to dwindle as she beheld the tip of Santara's sword pointed viciously at her face. Tears formed in her eyes as a vision of doom ferociously tore at her faith in escape. She toughened up, choosing not to despair any longer. Santara brought his sword to her cheek forming a long horizontal cut. She winced and closed her eyes tightly.
"Ye brought this on yerself." Santara growled as he raised his sword above her stomach. But suddenly:
"That's not very nice." sanatara wheeled around and saw none other than Jack Sparrow standing there; his right shoulder stained with blood. He held his shoulder with his left hand. Santara was so shocked that he was stuck in his tracks for a moment. Jack raised up his right arm and punched Santara in the jaw, hard. Hard enough to make him stagger a little.
Celeste stared up in shock, not believing her eyes. She saw that Jack was unarmed and, knowing that she had no time to lose, remembered her other sword that had been forced from her grasp earlier and now lay near her right foot. She kicked her sword up into the air, and it flew towards Jack. While Santara was still in a little shock, Jack caught the sword in mid-air. He slashed at Santara as quickly s he could, but Santara wised up quickly and raised up his sword quickly to block his strike. They fenced, moving from side to side and back and forth while Celeste recovered some strength. Jack and Santara continued fencing, with many close calls. With his shoulder as it was, it would normally have slowed him down, but with the anger he possessed at the moment, he couldn't feel anything else.
Celeste struggled to hoist herself up; arms, waist, back, and legs all in pain.
Jack made a quick swipe at Santara and cut very deeply into his arm; unfortunately not his sword arm.
Celeste took a deep breath, recovered her sword, and charged into the fray. She
made her way over to Santara, who was wincing from the wound that Jack had inflicted on him.
Then, Celeste and Jack both lashed out their swords and stabbed Santara in the stomach at the same time.
The blood-washed tips of the swords pushed through his stomach, one just above or below the tang of the other. They pulled the swords out and Santara fell on his back; they could see the life draining out of him. Jack dropped his sword. Still in a rage, Celeste raised her sword up high in the air and cut off Santara's head. A pool of blood formed around his neck and severed head. Celeste stared down at what she had done for a moment, and then let go of her sword; it hit the ground with a clank. Red marks were left on her hand from gripping the sword so tightly. She ran to Jack's arms.
"Oh, Jack!" she cried, hugging him tightly around the waist. She began to cry. "I thought you were dead!" she stepped back to look at him. "How did you get out?" Jack whistled and a blue and yellow parrot flew over and landed on his shoulder. It was none other than...
"Mr. Cotton's Parrot!" she exclaimed happily, still crying.
"Wind in the sails! Wind in the sails! Awk!" the bird squawked.
"He picked the lock for me." Jack said, patting the bird' head. "Besides, Captain Jack Sparrow never dies!"
"You saved the day!" Celeste exclaimed and pet the bird's head.
"Any port in the storm!" squawked the bird.
"And so did you, Jack." Celeste said in a more serious tone, but still crying. "I would've been history if you hadn't come just when you did."
"I told you I wouldn' let you get killed." Jack said. The parrot flew off of Jack's shoulder and into a nearby tree. "I think you're becomin' a real pirate."
"I suppose it was a feat, fighting and killing this guy." she admitted. "And living to tell the tale with no fatal wound. Yes, I'd say... "a smug smile appeared on her face, "I'm good."
"Well, that, and your hat stayed on the 'ole time." they laughed.
"But do you know what, Captain Jack Sparrow?" she took off her hat and dropped it. She put her arms around his waist. Rain still fell from the sky as if it too were glad to see Jack. As if it were crying along with Celeste. Both Celeste and Jack were soaked by the downpour. "You are definitely the best pirate I've ever seen."
"Well, almost love, almost." they kissed.
"Shiver me timbers!" Mr. Cotton's Parrot squawked from the nearby tree he was residing in Celeste at this moment was very grateful for Jack's newly rediscovered hygiene.
"Right." Celeste said, clearing her throat. "Now for business." she stepped back and wiped the tears from her face with her sleeve. "I need to get this head back to the Pearl."
"Er..." Jack hesitated.
"Ew! What do I put it in?" she walked over to Santara and removed his jacket. "This'll do. Eww." the top part of the jacket was soaked in blood. She spread the jacket out on the ground. She then walked over to Santara's lifeless head and attempted to kick
it onto the jacket. She froze. "Oh... my... I-I never thought... I didn't think... I-I... Ahhh!!" she ran back to the refuge of Jack's arms.
"What? What?" Jack asked.
"Ahh! Jack, I killed a human being! Ahh!" she buried her face in his chest.
"He was a bloody evil man, darling." Jack comforted, putting his left arm around her. "It's okay to kill bloody evil men."
"I-I suppose so..." she whimpered. She put her face back to his chest and continued whimpering. He smiled caringly. "But... but I'm so glad he's gone, Jack! I'm so glad it's over!" she cried. He kissed her head and released her.
"He made his way over to Santara's head. He kicked it onto the jacket and started to wrap it up.
"Oh, no, Jack, you're hurt! I'll do it!" she insisted and wrapped up the head herself. "Yuck!" she picked up her weapons and sheathed them.
"Oh..." she sighed, as if she'd just opened her eyes for the first time to the situation, coming out of basic shock. "Oh, gosh... Uhh..." she grabbed her stomach. "I think I'm going to be sick! Uhh!" she ran over to a nearby bush. A mix of blood loss, exhaustion, and, well, just having cut someone's head off, who wouldn't be sick?
Once she was finished with her... sickness, she returned to the wrapped up head; she had to take it.
"I-I've got to get this thing back..." she said weakly.
"I'll carry it for you, darling." Jack offered. "I've got one good arm." He picked up the head and retrieved his sword from Santara, who had taken it earlier.
"Ngh. Thanks..." she held her stomach. "I think I've had enough Santara and of being sick for a lifetime." They began to walk back to the Black Pearl.
"By the way," Jack added, "when we get back to the Pearl, I'm not keepin' that bloody thing in my room."
"Oh, and I'm sure it'll make a lovely ornament in mine." Celeste sarcastically replied. "A store room..." Mr. Cotton's Parrot flew past them, headed for the Pearl. They walked off Pearl-bound as well.
"Oh, an', er, that cryin' thing I did..." Jack hesitated. "It, er..."
"Never happened?" she suggested, smiling.
"Aye. Never."
Wow. I hope everyone enjoyed that chapter! I cried when I wrote it! Well, anyway, bear with me! One more chapter!
Chapter 10: The Finale
Captain Jack Sparrow sat behind the cruel metal bars of the cage he had been put in. The cage was of a rectangle shape, longer than it was tall. The bars on the cage were criss-crossed and rusty. If he sat on his knees, his head nearly reached the top. The cage was about six feet long, very small and uncomfortable. He had been trying to pick the lock, but to no avail.
''ow am I to get out o' this one?' Jack thought wearily as he sat back against the bars of the cage.
Celeste found herself coming into the conscious world with pain in her head. When her vision cleared, she saw Jack sitting in a cage leaning back against the bars. His back was to her. As she looked around, she saw that they were in a large alcove on a cliff. There was quite a bit of distance between them and the edge of the cliff. She struggled to get up and ran over to Jack's cage. She sat on her knees in front of him, looking in at him.
"Jack!" she sighed. "Wh-where's the key? I'll get you out!"
"I don't know where the key is, love." Jack sighed. "Santara prob'ly 'as it." He was looking down at the cage floor. She looked at him.
"Jack, look at me!" she ordered.
"What for?" he asked coldly. "So you can see me for the las' time?" he sat on his knees and stuck his head out of the bars. He placed his left hand on the same horizontal bar his chin was above, only in the next square. "You must get out of 'ere, darling! Save yourself!"
"Why didn't he put me in a cage or... or restrain me in some way?" she asked, off subject.
"'e said 'e wanted to give you a fair chance to run if you wanted." Jack replied. "But 'e said 'e knew you would come lookin' for 'im anyway. Don't do that, darling. Just get out o' 'ere!"
"No! I'm not leaving you here, Jack!"
"Keep to the code, love."
"You're Captain Jack Sparrow! You always have a way out! Aren't all those stories true? I can help you!"
"You are so stubborn, love." Jack sighed.
"I know." she replied, smiling. "It's all part of my irresistible charm." she joked.
"Look, I... I 'ave to tell you somethin'..." he hesitated. "I've been meanin' to tell you for a long time, but... I jus' never did... An' I, er..."
"Wait. I have to tell you something first." she interrupted.
"No, I really must tell you." Jack pressed.
"No, I have to tell you." Celeste insisted.
"No, I--"
"Really, I--" Then, at the same time, they both just burst out what they wanted to say.
"I love you!" There was a pause.
"I have no idea why," Celeste said, "but I do." she almost got completely lost in his big, dark brown eyes. "I don't want to lose you, Jack!" she exclaimed. "You're all I've got!" her eyes turned red and watered.
"No, love! You've got friends an'-an' family." he reasoned.
"No family!" Celeste cried. "I told you about them! Besides, after leaving home, I really don't think they'd accept me even if I wanted to come back."
"You shoul' apologize to them, love."
"No! I've got too much pride! You know me, Jack! Besides I never want to see that witch of a stepmother ever again!" Celeste exclaimed. "I'm not going back there! I won't! You're the only one I've ever told everything to!" tears ran down her face. "The only one I've ever loved--" she choked on her words. After a moment, she began again, "You know what I did before I met you, Jack?" he didn't reply. "Nothing, Jack! Absolutely nothing! I was nobody!"
"Darling, I want you to leave." Jack told her. "I'll find a way out."
"No! I-I... can help you!" more tears strolled down her face.
"GO!" he yelled. She began to cry harder. "I won't love you if you don't leave! I can get out of this!"
"Then don't love me." she stated toughly, attempting to hold back tears. "You're just saying that to try to protect me. But it won't work, I won't leave. I would rather die than risk living without you." He didn't reply. Just stared at her with those gorgeous dark brown eyes of his. "I'm going to find Santara, kill him, and get that key." she stated.
"You are so stubborn... I... please be careful, love." he warned.
"I will." she assured. Tears welled in her eyes again. "If I don't come back... I'm sorry... but... but don't forget me--" she choked on her words. "Just-just remember that I died loving you--" she choked on her words again, tears rolling down her face.
"Don't cry, love." he said comfortingly. "Don't cry. It's bad for morale."
"I thought you said it's good for the heart. Besides, I'm a girl. I'll cry if I feel like it." she sniffled.
"Yes, but you're my girl." he said, reaching out with his right hand and wiping tears from her face. "An' I won' let my girl cry. 'specially over me."
"I love you, Jack."
"An' I... I love you, darling." then something completely unheard of happened. Captain Jack Sparrow, legendary pirate, experienced something very new to him. One tear reluctantly rolled down his cheek.
"Oh, I love you, Jack!" she exclaimed. Tears rolled out of her eyes like rivers. She put one of her hands on his that was resting on a bar; their hands joined. She put her other hand on the side of his head, leaned in and kissed him. Tears soaked their faces. They could hear pirates yelling not too far away. Thunder boomed and lightning flashed. She pulled back, bringing her hand to his cheek. "I'll see you soon, Captain." He nodded, holding back tears. She stood up, adjusted her hat, unsheathed her swords, and walked away from him, wiping tears from her face with her sleeve. Jack sat for a
moment in thought.
'I've never really been in love before...' he thought. 'Never felt like this since the Pearl... Hm...'
* * *
Celeste walked away from Jack, wiping tears away with her sleeve.
"Santara!" she called.
"Why, I were jus' comin' to see ye." he replied, walking from behind the corner of a large rock wall. "Actually, I were on me way to see Jack."
"Keep him out of this." she ordered. "This is between you and me."
"Ah, where's the fun in that?" he walked right past her and headed for Jack's cage. She ran to catch up with him, and jumped in his path.
"Nope. I won't let you." she stated.
"Oh, well, then, I'll just give up an' let ye both be on yer merry way." he replied sarcastically. "I think not." he kicked at Celeste's legs from the side, and she fell over. Santara quickly made his way over to Jack's cage, took out his sword, and stabbed him.
"JACK!!" Celeste screamed. "No! Noooo!" she tried to run over to the cage, but Santara stopped her.
"I want to get me two deaths in one day." Santara stated. "Didn't ye wan' to fight me?"
"Jack... Jack..." Celeste sobbed as she looked at Jack's body lying on the cage floor motionless. Santara shoved her and she fell over. She looked up at him with tearstained cheeks. "No. I don't want to fight you. I just want to kill you." Santara laughed. She hopped up on her feet and attacked him. They fenced all the way down the cliff.
She struck with all her might at his neck, but he blocked it. She had a rage in her she had never known before. He stabbed at her stomach, but she clashed one of her swords on his and jumped back, barely avoiding the attack. She swiped with both her swords at his waist, but he jumped back. He struck at her shoulder, but she blocked that too.
"Maybe I shan't kill ye." Santara sneered as she struck at him and he blocked it. "Maybe I'll keep ye fer me crew 'n' me."
"EW! Gross! No!" she retorted in disgust. "I'll bet you weren't even welcome in Tortuga!" she struck several times overhead and stuck in a few sideswipes. "I'm sure even those women have standards. No matter how much money is offered." they fenced.
"Well, the only reason women become pirates are because they are either incapable of doing anythin' else, or because they too were rejected in Tortuga."
"If only Anamaria was here." she mumbled as they fenced.
Lightning flashed and thunder boomed. They continued fencing, maneuvering back and forth, jumping and dodging.
They quickly fenced and Celeste was lucky enough to get one hit on Santara. She cut his thigh fairly deeply, though it didn't really seem to bother him.
"Ye know, I'm on a tight schedule." Santara added. "I got places to be, things to
do, blokes to kill." He blocked all of Celeste's strikes. He quickly swiped at her waist and put her: enough to make her cry out. She clutched at her waist with her left forearm, but didn't let go of her swords. He swung at her twice more and cut her upper right and lower left arm. She yelled in pain and dropped her left sword; it flew back behind her on the ground. Rain began to fall as lightning illuminated the skies and thunder boomed. Large drops of rain soaked her face and washed over the blade of her remaining sword
Suddenly, he kicked her in the stomach. She yelled and fell to the ground, clinging to her sword, her last hope. She gasped for air, having had the wind knocked out of her. Santara stepped on the blade of Celeste's remaining sword and kicked it just out of her reach. She hoisted herself up onto her elbows, blood leaking out of her wounds, staining her clothes.
"An' now fer the finale..." Santara growled, stalking towards her, as a wild animal about to tear into its prey. She scooted, backing up and away from him in panic, but noticed that she was nearing the edge of the cliff, so she stopped. He stared down at her for a moment, then he kicked her in the face and she cried out. He pointed his sword at her neck, it was about six inches away. Blood trickled out of the corner of her mouth. He removed his sword, giving him enough time to kick her in the face again; she cried out. Blood flew from her mouth. She winced in pain from all her wounds. She caught a glance at her unwillingly abandoned sword near her right foot. Her hope began to dwindle as she beheld the tip of Santara's sword pointed viciously at her face. Tears formed in her eyes as a vision of doom ferociously tore at her faith in escape. She toughened up, choosing not to despair any longer. Santara brought his sword to her cheek forming a long horizontal cut. She winced and closed her eyes tightly.
"Ye brought this on yerself." Santara growled as he raised his sword above her stomach. But suddenly:
"That's not very nice." sanatara wheeled around and saw none other than Jack Sparrow standing there; his right shoulder stained with blood. He held his shoulder with his left hand. Santara was so shocked that he was stuck in his tracks for a moment. Jack raised up his right arm and punched Santara in the jaw, hard. Hard enough to make him stagger a little.
Celeste stared up in shock, not believing her eyes. She saw that Jack was unarmed and, knowing that she had no time to lose, remembered her other sword that had been forced from her grasp earlier and now lay near her right foot. She kicked her sword up into the air, and it flew towards Jack. While Santara was still in a little shock, Jack caught the sword in mid-air. He slashed at Santara as quickly s he could, but Santara wised up quickly and raised up his sword quickly to block his strike. They fenced, moving from side to side and back and forth while Celeste recovered some strength. Jack and Santara continued fencing, with many close calls. With his shoulder as it was, it would normally have slowed him down, but with the anger he possessed at the moment, he couldn't feel anything else.
Celeste struggled to hoist herself up; arms, waist, back, and legs all in pain.
Jack made a quick swipe at Santara and cut very deeply into his arm; unfortunately not his sword arm.
Celeste took a deep breath, recovered her sword, and charged into the fray. She
made her way over to Santara, who was wincing from the wound that Jack had inflicted on him.
Then, Celeste and Jack both lashed out their swords and stabbed Santara in the stomach at the same time.
The blood-washed tips of the swords pushed through his stomach, one just above or below the tang of the other. They pulled the swords out and Santara fell on his back; they could see the life draining out of him. Jack dropped his sword. Still in a rage, Celeste raised her sword up high in the air and cut off Santara's head. A pool of blood formed around his neck and severed head. Celeste stared down at what she had done for a moment, and then let go of her sword; it hit the ground with a clank. Red marks were left on her hand from gripping the sword so tightly. She ran to Jack's arms.
"Oh, Jack!" she cried, hugging him tightly around the waist. She began to cry. "I thought you were dead!" she stepped back to look at him. "How did you get out?" Jack whistled and a blue and yellow parrot flew over and landed on his shoulder. It was none other than...
"Mr. Cotton's Parrot!" she exclaimed happily, still crying.
"Wind in the sails! Wind in the sails! Awk!" the bird squawked.
"He picked the lock for me." Jack said, patting the bird' head. "Besides, Captain Jack Sparrow never dies!"
"You saved the day!" Celeste exclaimed and pet the bird's head.
"Any port in the storm!" squawked the bird.
"And so did you, Jack." Celeste said in a more serious tone, but still crying. "I would've been history if you hadn't come just when you did."
"I told you I wouldn' let you get killed." Jack said. The parrot flew off of Jack's shoulder and into a nearby tree. "I think you're becomin' a real pirate."
"I suppose it was a feat, fighting and killing this guy." she admitted. "And living to tell the tale with no fatal wound. Yes, I'd say... "a smug smile appeared on her face, "I'm good."
"Well, that, and your hat stayed on the 'ole time." they laughed.
"But do you know what, Captain Jack Sparrow?" she took off her hat and dropped it. She put her arms around his waist. Rain still fell from the sky as if it too were glad to see Jack. As if it were crying along with Celeste. Both Celeste and Jack were soaked by the downpour. "You are definitely the best pirate I've ever seen."
"Well, almost love, almost." they kissed.
"Shiver me timbers!" Mr. Cotton's Parrot squawked from the nearby tree he was residing in Celeste at this moment was very grateful for Jack's newly rediscovered hygiene.
"Right." Celeste said, clearing her throat. "Now for business." she stepped back and wiped the tears from her face with her sleeve. "I need to get this head back to the Pearl."
"Er..." Jack hesitated.
"Ew! What do I put it in?" she walked over to Santara and removed his jacket. "This'll do. Eww." the top part of the jacket was soaked in blood. She spread the jacket out on the ground. She then walked over to Santara's lifeless head and attempted to kick
it onto the jacket. She froze. "Oh... my... I-I never thought... I didn't think... I-I... Ahhh!!" she ran back to the refuge of Jack's arms.
"What? What?" Jack asked.
"Ahh! Jack, I killed a human being! Ahh!" she buried her face in his chest.
"He was a bloody evil man, darling." Jack comforted, putting his left arm around her. "It's okay to kill bloody evil men."
"I-I suppose so..." she whimpered. She put her face back to his chest and continued whimpering. He smiled caringly. "But... but I'm so glad he's gone, Jack! I'm so glad it's over!" she cried. He kissed her head and released her.
"He made his way over to Santara's head. He kicked it onto the jacket and started to wrap it up.
"Oh, no, Jack, you're hurt! I'll do it!" she insisted and wrapped up the head herself. "Yuck!" she picked up her weapons and sheathed them.
"Oh..." she sighed, as if she'd just opened her eyes for the first time to the situation, coming out of basic shock. "Oh, gosh... Uhh..." she grabbed her stomach. "I think I'm going to be sick! Uhh!" she ran over to a nearby bush. A mix of blood loss, exhaustion, and, well, just having cut someone's head off, who wouldn't be sick?
Once she was finished with her... sickness, she returned to the wrapped up head; she had to take it.
"I-I've got to get this thing back..." she said weakly.
"I'll carry it for you, darling." Jack offered. "I've got one good arm." He picked up the head and retrieved his sword from Santara, who had taken it earlier.
"Ngh. Thanks..." she held her stomach. "I think I've had enough Santara and of being sick for a lifetime." They began to walk back to the Black Pearl.
"By the way," Jack added, "when we get back to the Pearl, I'm not keepin' that bloody thing in my room."
"Oh, and I'm sure it'll make a lovely ornament in mine." Celeste sarcastically replied. "A store room..." Mr. Cotton's Parrot flew past them, headed for the Pearl. They walked off Pearl-bound as well.
"Oh, an', er, that cryin' thing I did..." Jack hesitated. "It, er..."
"Never happened?" she suggested, smiling.
"Aye. Never."
Wow. I hope everyone enjoyed that chapter! I cried when I wrote it! Well, anyway, bear with me! One more chapter!