"Jack, Jack, she's leaving now."

It was a warm day. The Pearl was docked a mile or so from Port Royal, and Will was standing beside Jack, who was leaning against the wheel.

"So?" asked Jack, pretending to be careless.

"Jack, I don't know what happened between you, but I do know that she loves you still. If you say something you can win her back now, you don't have to lose her."

"I do, William. I deserve to," Jack said slowly, his eyes narrow.

Will sighed. "Fine. Fine. I'm going back to Port Royal too, Jack. I need to make it up with Elizabeth."

Jack shook his friend's hand. "Good luck, mate. Here's hoping I see ye soon."

"I hope so," said Will.

Tara walked out on deck. She was wearing a plain dress, her hair fixed neatly back. She didn't look at Jack, and walked straight over to the little rowing boat, climbing in with her back to Jack. Will followed, and climbed in, looking pointedly at Jack.

Jack knew that this was his last chance to keep Tara.

He lost it.

Will cut the rope. And the boat began its journey to shore.

Taking Tara, his love, with it.

THE END

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Yes, it is a sad ending. But I do have plans for a sequel featuring both of the main characters.