DISCLAIMER: THE CHARACTERS DO NOT BELONG TO ME. SAM AND RAVEN DO. NO MONEY IS BEING MADE OFF THIS STORY.
Author's note: This ending may come as a little bit of a shocker but Jack's not really that bad. Is he?
Jack looked down wide eyed at his stomach. A sea of crimson red started to stain his shirt. He clutched his hand over his stomach. He knew it wasn't enough to kill him but it struck his movements. Jack lowered himself to his knees and saw Will lying on the deck of the ship. Jack crawled over to Will through the screams and shouts of his crew members.
"Will?" Jack laid a dirty hand on Will's shoulder and rolled him over. Will's hands were clutched to the wound that was near his stomach. "I'm sorry Jack." he whispered. "Now not be the time to apologize mate." Jack looked up suddenly from the shout of his name. He saw Raven on the edge of his ship holding Sam. "Say goodbye Jack!" Jack watched in horror as Raven pushed Sam overboard. Jack ran to the edge of the ship and saw Sam disappear below the crush of the waves.
Jack looked ahead at Raven who swung over to his ship. "RAVEN!" Jack shouted his name as he pointed a pistol at Raven's head. "You will die for this Raven." Raven only smirked. "No. I think you are deeply mistaken little sparrow." Jack then felt the sudden heavy blow to the back of his head and seeped into darkness.
~*~
Cold. That's what Sam felt as she lay in the sand. She had let the water wash her ashore. Washed ashore on a deserted island. She was like her father. She would never let the water kill her. Slowly she sat up and touched her hand gingerly to her head. As she looked at her hand she saw the fimilar color of blood. Her eyes were blurry as she looked out at sea.
Sam saw on ship very far in the distance. Although far away it was unmistakably the pearl. She couldn't see Raven's ship anywhere. Sam then started to panic. Raven was always true to his word. And if he were true to his word that meant that Jack and Will were dead. She was alone. Alone on this island and no way to get off. A sudden wave of sickness took over her whole body and she collapsed back into the sand.
~*~
"Jack? Jack!" Annamaria shook Jack violently and then resorted to slapping him. "Bloody hell! Why do they always slap me?" he mumbled. "Jack wake up!" she shouted again. He sat up slowly and adjusted his sight on her face. He could see the panic. "Will?" he mumbled. "He's okay. The knife wound wasn't deep enough to kill him. But that doesn't mean he doesn't need a doctor." Jack looked over at Will who lay not far from him and then looked back at Annamaria.
"What about my crew?" Annamaria sighed deeply. "Me and Gibbs are the only surviors. Raven's crew killed them all." Jack mumbled something angerly. "Where the bloody hell is Raven?" Annamaria stood up to help Jack to his feet. "I don't know. He got away. Me and Gibbs just came too." Jack staggered to the edge of his ship and grabbed ahold. "Where's Sam?" Annamaria hung her head low. "I don't know Jack. Raven threw her overboard."
Jack cursed loudly to the wind. "Jack? Why is Raven doing this? Why does he hate you so much?" Jack closed his eyes tightly as the painful memory came flooding back to him. He turned around abruptly to Annamaria and looked her in the eyes. His charcoal eyes became slowly glazed over. "Because Annamaria. I killed his family."