Hey everybody!! Thanks so much for the wonderful reviews!! Okay so this is kind of like a fooled-you ending (haha superdork) since the last chapter is yet to be written! I hope you'll like Millie's kickass sword skills in this chapter! Well, I am going on vacation this week (YAY!!) so I won't be able to update for a week :( Sorry guys, but I promise that the last chapter will have Will/Millie romance and Jack & Millie closure! I've been pretty good at updating quickly, so I apologize for makin you guys wait a week for the last chapter!! Please leave me some reviews to come back to and have great week!! Adios :-D

The pirates of the Black Pearl watched as Jack Sparrow pulled out his blade from Davies' heart. Their swords were dripping with blood, and their hearts were racing. They had just slaughtered almost every pirate of the Red Flame and were exhausted, but still running on adrenaline. Will had swung over to the Flame and was now standing beside Millie, her face showing a look of awe and bliss now that her extreme enemy had finally been killed. They all stood still for what seemed like an eternity, watching Jack stand over the dead body of Captain Leonard Davies.

Jack studied the corpse and watched as coldness seeped through the dead man's veins. Jack held his sword at his side, Davies' blood falling off the tip of the blade, and let out a sigh of relief. Jack felt a huge feeling of release as he tore his eyes away from the deceased captain, but he also felt the wound in his chest as if for the first time. The gash was finally making itself noticed now that the swordfight between him and Davies was over. It felt as though one thousand knives were piercing his skin, but he shut his eyes to shield the pain when he turned around, facing the deck where all of his crew looked on. Jack staggered a few steps away from Davies, over to the stairs that led down to the deck with a solemn yet proud look on his face, but then fell unexpectedly from the painful wound.

"Jack!" Millie shouted and ran to Jack who had fallen down the stairs.

He rolled down the steps to the deck unconscious. The crew ran to him as Millie, who had reached him first, turned him over. She ripped open his shirt revealing his golden chest and a large, bloody gash below his left shoulder. Blood was streaming from the deep wound, and Millie was surprised that Jack hadn't fallen unconscious earlier. Will ripped off the sleeve of his shirt immediately and pressed it to the gash, trying to stop the bleeding.

"We 'ave ta' get 'im back ta' the Pearl," Millie said while trying to lift Jack up. Will wrapped one of Jack's arms around his shoulder, and Millie carried Jack's other arm, and dragged him across the deck. The pirates of the Pearl strayed a few feet behind them, willing to help their wounded captain if asked. The two carried Jack to the side of the Red Flame and were trying to think quickly of how to get him over to the Pearl when Wallace emerged from below. He had been hiding throughout the entire battle so that he wouldn't die.

"Where yeh' think yer goin'?" Wallace boomed.

The pirates all spun around, their swords at the ready. Millie and Will set Jack down on the deck lightly, propping him up against the ledge. Wallace was outnumbered fifty to one, so why was he appearing after the battle, when he stood absolutely no chance at all at living?

"We're goin' back ta' the ship. We'd 'ave yeh' come with us, but the Pearl would sink if yeh stepped onto it," Millie said with a smirk. The pirates all laughed with their swords still pointing at Wallace as he approached them closer.

"Don't joke with me, yeh whore," Wallace drawled and pulled his gun out of his belt.

Everyone's laughter stopped when they saw that his gun was pointing at Millie. Millie didn't panic, but instead reached into Will's belt and pulled out her own sword that he had been holding for her all that time while she was on the Red Flame. She grinned as she swung the sword in her hands while Wallace's gun still pointed to her heart.

"A mere sword in't enuff ta' defend yer'self 'gainst a bullet," Wallace said and cocked his pistol.

"That's why yer goin' ta' put that gun back in yer belt, and draw yer sword," Millie replied bluntly.

"I am, am I?" Wallace asked while he smiled evilly.

"Aye, yeh are," Millie said. "I wish ta' see the skills of a fierce captain be put ta' work 'gainst another pirate."

"All right, then!" Wallace said and put his pistol away, "It's yer funeral."

"Yeh'd think that, wouldn't you?" Millie said quietly so that only Will could hear.

Will knew of Millie's swordsmanship, and had no worries at all. She had beaten Will in a swordfight once, and since Wallace was so large, Millie had an advantage of size, and also wit. Millie wanted to prove herself as a pirate at that moment; to Wallace, to herself, and to all the other pirates out there that doubted her skills. As Millie left Will's side to begin her duel with Wallace, Will and Anamaria picked Jack up and carried him down the conveniently placed plank back to the Pearl.

Wallace and Millie circled around each other and clashed their swords together. Millie's face was locked in concentration as she spun around and attacked Wallace. He was not talented at all at dueling, but he expected that the girl would not have talent as well, and could easily kill her. He had thought wrong.

"A ruddy scallywag teach yeh' how ta' fight, then aye?" Wallace asked while beads of sweat poured down his face.

Millie forced her sword into Wallace, but he luckily blocked it. Wallace lunged at Millie, but she did a somersault on the deck to save herself. Wallace turned around quickly, almost losing his footing in the process. As soon as he turned around, however, Millie's sword awaited him. The blade went all the few feet through his stomach.

"At least I learned how ta' swordfight," Millie replied and pulled out her sword.

Wallace stumbled backwards then fell to the ground dead. Millie didn't even dwell on the ugly brute's death. She immediately ran to the ledge of the ship and jumped onto the plank to see how Jack was doing back on the Pearl.

Millie hadn't even sheathed her sword yet as she made her way through the ship, searching for where the crew was healing Jack. She found him almost instantly, lying in the same bed that she had laid in her first day aboard the Pearl, in his cabin. She shoved her way through the pirates surrounding the bed, and found the white sheets that Jack lay under stained with his blood. Anamria was tending to Jack's wound by dabbing a wet cloth on it, then pressuring it to stop the bleeding. Everyone else just looked on worriedly with the same nervous faces that they all showed the day that Mr. Gibbs had died. The pirates feared that their captain was going to pass on.

"Jack!" Millie said loudly as she knelt beside the injured captain.

"He's not awake darlin," Anamaria said as she tied a long piece of cloth around his chest tightly.

"In't there somethin' that we can do?" Millie asked helplessly.

"Now all we can do is wait," Anamaria whispered and stood up.

"There must be something!" Millie pleaded and looked up to Will who was standing across from her. He shook his head, and looked down to the floor.

"Please…Jack…wake up…" Millie said quietly as she grasped his hand in hers. She looked down to their two hands intertwined, and then saw the ring on her finger. She took it off with trembling fingers then slid it on to Jack's.

"I told yeh," Jack said quietly, "You can keep it."

Millie smiled her brightest smile when she saw Jack's eyes open and heard his voice. She threw her arms around him happily. He grunted in pain, but smiled nonetheless. He heard Millie's quiet sobs as she laid her head on his shoulder, and lifted his right arm that wasn't paining him, and patted his hand on her back. Millie sat back up straight, and looked to Jack with tears in her eyes. She wanted to ask Jack if he was indeed her father. It would seem incredulous to almost every other person on the planet, but to Millie it all made perfect sense. Millie even noticed for the first time that she actually looked like Jack in many ways. She had so many things to say to him, and wanted to blurt them all out, but she knew that Jack was in a lot of hurt, so she held in held in her emotions and just let out a huge sigh.

Jack tried to shift positions, but it led to a muffled cry of pain. He bit his lip to keep from yelling out, and managed a weak smile. His smile didn't fool Millie, for she knew that he was hurting incredibly badly.

"We'll talk later," Millie whispered to Jack. He nodded in agreement and closed his eyes to rest.

The crew seemed to believe that their captain would be all right after all, and began emptying out of the cabin. Millie was the last to leave out of all of them. She stood in the doorway, watching Jack drift into a peaceful sleep. She would've stayed there forever if she could, but Will placed a hand on her shoulder, urging her to leave him be. She and Will walked out onto the deck and up the steps to the helm. They sat down against the helm and locked their hands together, watching the sunset over the horizon.