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There's a lot of dialogue in this chap, but I guess it works!

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Jack awoke hours later in his comfortable, feather bed. His eyes fluttered open, trying to adjust to the radiant sun shining through the window.

"Millie…" he whispered, still somewhat in a groggy state, "Millie!" he shouted louder.

Despite how he could feel his heart pulsing in the back of his head where he had banged it last night, he managed to jump out of bed. How the blazes did he get to his bed anyway? Ignoring his thought, he dashed up to the deck, which was entirely empty. Looking around, he saw not one of his crewmembers, nor Millie, but the mainmast sprawled across the deck. Thinking that his crewmembers were all lost to the storm, he began to panic. He scrambled to the edge of the ship, and looked over, and all he saw was the vast, open ocean and its calm waters, but not the Red Flame.

"MILLIE!" he screamed out to the sea.

He had promised her that the damned captain of the Flame was not going to capture her! He swore to himself that he would never in his life let a harmful finger come upon her! He cursed himself, he cursed his life, and fell to the deck in agony. He felt helpless. The Flame would be leagues away by now. But why hadn't Davies captured him as well? Jack thought that Davies wanted him dead as much as he wanted Millie. Questions that he could not answer were speeding through his mind, and he wanted to jump off of the ship and die. The image of Millie screaming to him of how he had promised to keep her safe kept invading his thoughts.

"Jack?" said Will, cautiously and quietly. He had just emerged from Gibbs's cabin, and was planning on proceeding to Jack's cabin to wake him.

For a few hours the crew of the Pearl was at the side of Mr. Gibbs who had been pinned beneath the fallen mast. His leg had been partially severed, and there was so much blood that it seemed as though he would pass on. Thankfully, Gibbs had made it through the night. Anamaria, however, had had to cut off the remainder of his leg, which was from the knee down to his foot, so that he would not die from blood loss. The crew all crammed into his tiny cabin. Some slept, while others watched attentively. They just knew they could not leave his side. It was almost as if the crew had forgotten their captain and Millie since Gibbs's injury seemed the most important at the time. It was just that one event led to another, and even if they had tried, they would not be able to catch the Flame because of the fallen mast.

Jack stood up furiously, and turned to Will.

"You," he said in a venomous tone, sending a chill down Will's spine. "You were s'posed to watch over her!"

Will's heart fell. He had been dwelling on it the entire night; how he was obligated under the captain's orders to protect her. But he had failed his orders when he had tried to tell Jack that he had seen a ship on the starboard side. Will had just been trying to help, but his good intentions had been flipped upside down, and now Millie was in the hands of the brutal pirates of the Flame. Of course, Will nor the rest of the crew of the Pearl knew of Millie's tortured past concerning Captain Davies, so no one thought it as big of a deal as Jack did.

"I…I…I am so sorry…" he managed to sputter out.

"Yeh' damn right well be apologizin'!" Jack screamed, "Tis yer bloody fault that Millie's dead!"

"She's not dead," Will whispered, "She was just taken aboard the other ship."

Jack paced up to Will furiously, and eyed him fiercely. Will was so frightened of Jack at the moment, and felt his breathing stop as Jack stared down at him.

"Do ye 'ave any idea what ship that is, Will?" Jack asked.

"The crew…they told me it was the Red Flame."

"She's as good as dead when she's aboard that ruddy ship!" he yelled, turning his back to Will.

"Why?" Will breathed. Jack spun back around to Will and his eyes showed extreme sorrow.

"Tis not the blazin' first time she was aboard that ship," he whispered, "Davies captured 'er before, and when she escaped, he's been after her e'er since. I swore to her that I'd ne'er let harm come to her. The Flame is the ship that I 'ave been trackin' down these past couple weeks. I want to avenge the pain that he's caused Millie! And now, thanks to yer bloody actions, I'll ne'er be able to get 'er back."

"We will find the Flame!" Will yelled determinedly.

"How?" screamed Jack, and kicked the fallen mast, "The bloody mast 'as fallen, and we'll ne'er catch up ta' her!"

"We'll fix it! I swear on my life that I'll do whatever it is to get Millie back."

"And what's made ye care for the girl so much?" Jack challenged.

"What's made you?" Will asked angrily back.

A long silence fell between them. Jack was contemplating whether or not telling Will the secret that he held…

"She's…" he stopped and found a sudden interest in his boots, "She's my daughter," he whispered to the ground.

Will's mouth dropped open and his mind was in disbelief. How could Millie be his daughter? It just was not possible! As Jack stared down to the ground, Will stood there silently, not sure how to react.

"How do you know?" Will asked finally.

"I 'eard the two o' yeh' talkin' the other day. When she mentioned the ring that she 'ad to remember 'er father…the memory a' me and this whore I…uh…acquainted with in Tortuga fifteen years ago flooded me mind. That was me ring…the way she described it…it 'as ta' be the same ring she was talking of. An' if ye just take a look at the girl, I can see her mum in her, but also…me," he said as he rested his elbows on the ledge of the ship and gazed out to the sea. "I ne'er got the chance to tell 'er that I'm 'er father…"

"You'll get the chance, Jack!" Will stated, "I'll make sure of it!"

"You're a bloody idiot, lad!" Jack screamed and spun around. Jack was never one to give up on anything, but at the moment he just felt to hopeless and disgusted at Will and his own life.

"I'm not an idiot. It's not idiotic to love someone," Will said quickly, but then realized that perhaps he had just slipped to Jack that he and Millie cared deeply for each other.

"What was that?" Jack asked in disbelief, "Could it be that my dear friend, William Turner, and my daughter love each other?"

"And what if that was so?" Will questioned, sweat beginning to develop on his brow. He was not sure how Jack would react if he found out that Will had feelings for the girl that Jack cared for so much. And frankly, Will did not want to find out.

"If that was so, 'er father might not be happy, savvy?" Jack said with a fake smile.

"You can't possibly think I'll just stop caring for the girl just because you're her father, do you?" Will asked, somewhat angrily.

"A course not, mate," said Jack sarcastically, "but I will prevent it." He paused for a moment, recollecting his thoughts. "An' Elizabeth? What will she think about this?"

Will was speechless, and all he did was stare absentmindedly at Jack for a few moments.

"She'll probably settle for Norrington. After all, he's wanted her for so long, anyway! He can take her, then!" he shouted, "Elizabeth'll forget about me, but I don't care!"

"You're bein' childish, mate," said Jack.

"I am not being childish!"

"You love a child! Millie is a child!" Jack screamed furiously.

"She's not a child! She's growing up, Jack, and your not going to be able to stop it! No matter how hard you don't want her to—she's going to grow up, and fall in love, and—"

"I'll prevent it!" Jack yelled. Millie seemed so innocent to Jack, and he did not want her to give herself to Will.

"You can't prevent love, or growing older…" Will whispered.

Jack stood there defeated; he knew Will was right in saying that, but he had wanted to protect Millie, and shelter her from everything that older people had to go through since she had already gone through so much herself. He felt so lost, and confused, and the feeling of helplessness seeped back into his soul. But then he remembered his crew once more, and was confused as to where they are.

"Where's me crew?" he asked.

Will motioned for Jack to follow him and so Jack walked close behind in his drunken stride, afraid of what had happened to his crew. As he trailed behind Will he wanted dearly to attack the lad from behind. He was so angry with Will at the time because he was supposed to be watching over Millie before she had been dragged into the ocean. Did Jack care that he was being unreasonable? It was his bloody job to give orders, and that was Will's order: to watch over Millie, and he had gone against his commands. And adding on the fact that Will had fallen for Millie, Jack was even more infuriated. However, he soon forgot about hateful feelings towards Will when he came upon Gibbs lying in his bed.

The white sheets were stained with dried blood. Where Gibbs's leg had formally been did not exist. The part of his leg that Anamaria had cut off was now bandaged up as best as it could be, but blood still seeped from the bandages. Gibbs's face was as white as a ghost, and his hands were trembling slightly. His eyes were closed, not to try and rest, but to only try and escape from the pain. Gibbs feared that if he fell asleep, he would never wake.

"Ello there, old friend," said Jack, forcing a friendly smile. He sat down beside Gibbs and put his hand in Gibbs's palm.

"Mother's love…Jack…" Gibbs said weakly as his eyes flickered open.

"How're ye?" Jack asked quietly. Gibbs tightened the grip on Jack's hand and looked up sorrowfully.

"The ruddy truth is, cap'n," he replied slowly, "I don't believe I'll make it."

The crew watched sadly from the floor. They knew Gibbs was fading; he had been ever since they had lifted the mast up to free him the night before.

"If yeh' just hold on a bit longer we can get yeh' to shore and—"

"Jack," Gibbs interrupted, "it's all righ' with me if I go."

Jack was about to object, but Gibbs would not let him.

"Jus' promise me cap'n," he said even weaker than before, "You'll kill that bastard of a man an' get back yer' daughter."

'How in the blazes does he know about Millie?' Jack thought, as the rest of the crew thought that Gibbs had gone completely mad.

"How could I not a' known, Jack," Gibbs said, as if reading Jack's mind, "she 'as yer eyes…an' yer spirit…an' yer love for the sea. Don't doubt yer'self for a moment, Jack. Get 'er back."

"I will. I swear on me honor as a pirate," Jack replied with a smile.

"Yeh've been a great cap'n, and a great friend…I'll miss yeh Sparra'," he said.

"I'll miss yeh, as well, Mr. Gibbs," said Jack.

Gibbs closed his eyes slowly, and he then let himself leave the earth. Gibbs's grip on Jack's hand loosened gradually, and soon Jack was the only one of the two to still be holding on. Jack watched Gibbs's face turn from a painful expression, to that of a peaceful one. The crew looked on as Jack clasped his hands around Gibbs's, and smiled with his eyes wet.

"I'll get 'er back, I promise," Jack whispered.

Ahhh! I'm really sorry for killing him!! :( It just fit so well in the chapter--adds drama & emotional stuff im sorry for all you Gibbs lovers out there!! I love Gibbs too!! He rocks my world!! We'll miss him:(

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