A/N: Okay….I know it has been SO long since I updated…..my computer has been dying lately, and I lost the disk this story was on! I AM SO SORRY!!!! Thank you to everyone who hasn't forgotten about this fic! Ummmm, this chappie has some majour character death action going on, and some blood and gore. Don't read while eating a strawberry jelly doughnut!

Disclaimer: I don't own this. So NYAH!

Chapter Twelve- In Which Many Rest in Peace (and a huge plot climax ensues)

Ana Maria reached for her pistol, tucked away in the folds of cloth around her waist. As soon as she pointed the gun at Will's head, the pirates released him. They all knew he had no chance.

"Where is he?" she questioned. He spat on her face, a large insult to her pride.

Furiously, she cocked her gun, still keeping it aimed with her steady hand at Will's temple.

"Answer Turner! Where is Jack Sparrow!?" she demanded. He kept his mouth tightly shut, not giving her a reply, defying her with his eyes.

"HE CANT HAVE DISAPPEARED INTO THING AIR! You know where he is, don't you?"

Will stared at her, and spat, "No."

Gibbs stepped forward. "Then he is of no use to us."

The pirate maid let out a harsh shriek, then fired her pistol.

Fired it.

Into Will's head.

Elizabeth tried to scream, but no sound came out of her mouth. He fell onto the dirty, hard surface of the ship. His blood, glossy and red, ran over the well worn planks, and splattered onto the foot of her dress. The brown curls of his hair blew restlessly, then stilled, as even the wind grew silent.

"Will!"

Her cry pierced the stillness.

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First a gunshot, then silence.

An unspoken rule of thumb told Jack someone must have died. There was, and never will be, any other cause of such a dead, toxic silence.

And then the name.

"WILL!"

An object that felt suspiciously like a cannonball dropped into the pit of his stomach.

"No, not Will," he mumbled frantically, bolting up the wooden board stairs as fast as his legs could carry him. "Not Will. Please, no!"

he emerged into the dark salt air, and came face to face with a surprised crew, Elizabeth, and……….

"No," he choked, falling to the side of the dead body on the floor. He couldn't believe that dear, naïve William had died, here, on the deck of Jack's own beloved Pearl.

The clicked of a cocked pistol brought him back to earth. Elizabeth screamed again, and Jack carefully turned, only to see Gibbs with a gun aimed at his head.

"Gibbs," he stammered, fumbling with his shirt, "Can't we make a deal here, mate?"

"I don't make deals with drunken fools, Jack," Gibbs retorted.

Jack grinned, his gold teeth catching the moonlight. "well then, it's a good thing I ain't a fool then, mate," he said, and then in one fluid stroke, pulled out his dagger, and cleanly severed Gibbs' hand from his body.

The rotund pirate gasped in a mixture of surprise and pain, blood pouring from the stump of his arm. Ana Maria yelled violently, and immediately the entire crew of the Black Pearl was chasing after their former captain. In the process, the very scared Elizabeth Swann was left unbound.

Ana Maria was, of course, not that stupid. After the crew got going on chasing the nimble-footed Jack through the bowels of the ship, she turned to face her female captive. "What do you think will happen to you," she spat, "now that your lover has been killed?"

Elizabeth's eyes were like fire. "I do think I will find a way to survive."

Ana Maria raised her gun. "Not today."

Just then, Jack came up behind her, and with his handy dagger, slashed her throat. Her eyes widened in a split second of shock, her mouth opened, and a small wave of blood began to spill out, washing up onto Elizabeth's bodice. The she shrieked in horror, and pushed the dead woman's corpse onto the deck.

Jack pulled his arm around her waist. "Fancy a swim?" he inquired, before pulling the two of them off the side of the ship, and into the navy blue water. She swam up and surfaced, only to find a rowboat, manned by Mr. Cotton, several metres away.

When the two of them were safely in the boat, Jack looked back towards the Pearl. Already, the crew were lowering boats, ready to capture him, and avenge the deaths of their commanders. He sighed, a glint in his eye caught by the moonlight, and ordered, "Take us away quickly, Mr. Cotton! As far as you can!"

The pirate nodded, and began to row at a fearful speed. Jack closed his eyes for a second, and then opened them. He seemed to have made up his mind. Pulling his musket from his belt, he aimed it at the powder magazine of the fading ship, and uttered for words;

"I am so sorry."

He pulled the trigger. A fraction of a second passed, and then the Black Pearl, scourge of the Caribbean for many a year, exploded in a cloud of flames, smoke, and gunpowder.

A/N: HE KILLED HIS PRECIOUS!!!!! Awww, poor Jack……but he has a new precious to look after, if you know what I mean :D

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