Okay I realize this chapter is long, but it said everything I wanted to get out so i'm actually quiet happy with it. I know it looks like an end.. but its not! hehe evil grin.. okay, read the chapter and review it, i hope you all like it. story shifts to Jack's POV but will return to Ravenica's somewhere in the next chapter. lol..

Chapter 11
"Times Up"

I woke with a start; today was the day. There was no turning back now. I rolled over coming eye to eye with Jack.

"Morning luv." He smiled

"Morning, gullible." I grinned

"Are ye ever gonna get sick of calling me gullible?" he questioned

"Nope, not until ye get sick of calling me, luv. How long have ye been awake?"

"A few minutes." He said. I watch him stand. I looked over his muscular tan back. I shook my head a little knowing he hadn't caught me staring. I stood and prepared myself for the day. I walked over to the table, picking up my sword. I unsheathed it and looked it over. Running my fingers over the blade to make sure it was sharp enough. I gave a small smile and returned it to its sheath, placing it at my side. I combed out my long hair as Jack watched in interest. I ignored his staring and went on my way. I made sure the parchment and locket were still safely in my bodice. Jack eyed my chest, watching with interest as I dug in my bodice. I looked up at him; he quickly looked away, whistling like he wasn't paying attention to me. His face turned a shade of red.

I sighed. "This is it."

He nodded. "Aye, is it." I nodded slowly and headed toward the door. I placed my hand on the cold doorknob; turning it I exited out of the cabin. I made my way to the helm where Gibbs had taken over.

"I'll take her from here."

He nodded quickly moving so I could take the wheel. I ran my fingers over the wheel, finally taking a grip on it. The crew had grown silent since last night. They had raised the anchor a few hours ago; we gained on The Gauntlet quickly. I looked down at a pocket watch I had found below deck. It read 3:00. I closed it but still kept it in my hand. I pulled The Pearl along the right side of my ship. We had both anchored and were sitting there. I walked over to the board that had been placed between both ships. I looked The Gauntlet over; there was a huge hole in the largest sail. Just about every mast had a hole in them from one thing or another. Seemed they didn't take the time to care for my ship, as I would have.

"Prepare to board!" Jack shouted as his crew did as told.

I set foot on my ship, my memories flowing back. It was dirtier than I remembered; I had always insisted on keeping it clean. Jack's crew had gathered my old crew on deck; they stood in a straight line.

"Yer supposed to be dead!" Jackson yelled.

I looked Jackson over he had short blonde hair, and beautiful blue eyes. His face was extremely dirty, but it only made his wide blue eyes more visible.

"Well, I'm not, I'm taking my ship back. All of ye will pay for taking me ship from me."

"Yer not getting it back!" Jackson yelled, pulling a gun.

A fight broke out, swords clanked all around me. I pulled my sword, waiting for anyone to try and test me. Oddly enough they wouldn't, my crew knew better.

Jackson came running in front of me, a deathly glare in his eyes. "Ye should have died on that island." He said coldly

"Well, I got off of that damn island ye all left me at. And I'm here now for my ship."

"What does it matter if ye have yer ship, when the sun goes down, yer going to die anyway." He reminded me.

Why did he have to remind me? I raised my sword, charging toward him, he blocked the blow with demanding force.

"Ye will never beat me Jackson."

"I can try." He said, I watched his sword come up toward my stomach; I blocked it. After a few seconds of sword play, I had the right opportunity, I plunged my blade into his stomach. He looked up at me, his blue eyes fading fast.

"See you in hell." I sneered, lifting the sword, I heard it cut through vital organs as he breathed his last breath. I kicked his limp body backwards; he fell to the floor in a puddle of blood. The sun had began to set, I had 30 minutes to find the locket. I ran over to Jack who was standing triumphantly over a body, I recognized him immediately. The man lying at Jack's feet was my most trusted advisor, Morton.

"I'm going after the locket." I said simply

"I'm coming with ye." He said.

We lowered a rowboat and headed toward the island in silence. I had nothing to say and apparently neither did he. We pulled the rowboat on the shore. I had memorized the map; I motioned for Jack to follow me. I walked to the hidden door that lay covered by brush and weeds. The door was open, I swallowed lightly, knowing my ex first mate was probably already down there. I looked to Jack.

"Jack, listen to me, my first mate is probably down there. I know how to handle him, just let me take care of this."

"Aye, he's yers, ye want yer revenge."

I gave a soft smile. "Thank ye."

I ran down the long stairway that was lit only by torches every 3 feet. I stopped a few steps up and walked down quietly. Jack followed closely behind; I took the last step. My eyes green eyes went wide in awe, there were mounds of treasures, and the room was rather large. A few tables had been scattered around with various statues on them. I heard someone going through the treasure. I snuck up behind him, standing at the corner where two rooms had been joined. I crossed my arms over my chest, and rested my right foot on the wall.

"What are ye doing here Bruce?" I questioned finally.

His head snapped around as he eyed me, his eyes wide with either fear or curiosity. "Well, what do we have here? Ravenica, what ye doing here, yer supposed to be dead."

"I'm not dead yet." I watched Bruce stand to his full height. He was about 6'5", very muscular, not an ounce of fat on his body. His short red hair seemed to glow from the light that shown through the window. His black eyes traveled up and down my body. "Ye look good."

"Ye don't." I said simply.

"When I marooned ye on that island, I didn't think ye'd be back, and here ye stand. Surprising me like always. But, there's something ye haven't taken into account."

"What's that?" I asked raising a brow.

"I know ye, yer here for the locket."

"Have ye seen it?"

"No, I'm not sure where it is." He said. "This room is so large, now if ye will excuse me, I have business to take care of."

He began to walk toward the doorway where I stood. I pushed him backwards.

"Yer not getting out of here alive." I warned my green eyes turning deadly with every word. "I'm here for my revenge." I pulled my sword I watched him pull his as well.

"Ye can't beat me, never could." He said, a sly smile coming to his lips.

"Today is different." I said, swinging my sword at him with incredible force. He blocked it and eyed me.

A look of disgust coming over his face. "Yer nothing but a wench, things have been better for everyone since ye have been... indisposed."

My lip curled as my eyes glazed over. I continued to swing at him; he blocked them. The sun that had shown through the doorway was slowly beginning to disappear. I kicked him in the stomach as hard as I could, sending him back into the small table that a statue had sat. The statue had gone flying as the table was knocked to the floor.

"Ye have gotten better though."

"Damn right I have." I yelled.

Swinging at him again. I heard the clank of metal hitting metal and I eyed the other room, I saw Jack fighting off his attacker. I turned back to Bruce,

"how does it feel to know yer going to die."

He shrugged. "I don't know why don't ye tell me."

We had moved into the room Jack was in, he had killed his attacker and was now looking in awe at all of the coins and jewelry. Suddenly I felt a cramp in my stomach, as if someone had plunged their blade into my stomach. I dropped my sword and looked at Bruce, and then back to Jack. I held my stomach, the pain running across my face as I winced. Jack came over, grabbing my sword. I watched him fight Bruce as I began to back up slowly.

"Times Up!" I whispered, falling to the cold floor of the cement room.

I closed my eyes, I tried to breathe but couldn't, it have gotten stuck in my throat. Bruce came walking over to me while Jack was reeling from a kick to the head.

"Maybe I should do what I should have done in the first place, kill ye myself."

I grabbed Jack's sword that had ended up next to me. I trusted it into Bruce's side.

"I should have killed ye years ago." I said, a look of disgust and hate running over my features. I shifted the blade as he took his last breath, a look of hate running through his eyes. He fell backwards.

"See ye in hell too." I whispered. Jack ran over to my side, the other half of the locket in his hands.

"Ravenica?" I looked at him, my vision had been blurred, I could only make out a big blotch that I figured to be Jack.

"Shh, don't say anything." I barely said, my voice breaking. "I had a good run. My time has come." I said, a tear running down my cheek.

"No, it hasn't, ye should have lived longer." He said, cradling me in his arms.

"Its just how it goes sometimes.." I felt my body beginning to give out. "I'll see ye another time, gullible."

"Aye, till we meet again, luv."

"Keep my ship, take good care of her, she is my luv." I said in a whisper, coughing from the pain that was shooting through my body. "Good-bye, Captain Jack Sparrow."

I closed my eyes; my breathing had become steady again.

Jack's POV

"Goodbye Captain Ravenica Robins." He said sadly, a single tear running down his cheek.

Not realizing I was still breathing, he put the locket in his pocket. He picked me up and carried my limp body to the rowboat, his head hanging down. He rowed back to the ships. The Gauntlet had been taken over by the crewmembers of The Pearl. Jack lifted my body onto the Pearl.

Gibbs rushed to his side.

"What happened?" Gibbs asked, looking over my limp body, my head extended backwards, my arms neatly tucked on my chest.

"She's gone." He whispered.

He carried me to his cabin, resting me on the bed. He walked back out onto deck to see what was going on.

"Gibbs!" he yelled

"Aye, captain?" Gibbs asked, running over.

"I'm giving ye control of the Gauntlet, it was Ravenica's last request." Gibbs nodded slowly, sadness filling his eyes.

"Where are we headed?"

Jack thought about it for a moment. "Where ever the sea's take us, when we get further out, we will Ravenica the proper burial at sea. I know that's what she would have wanted. Get to yer ship!" Jack ordered Gibbs quickly nodded, choosing a few to go with him.

"Ana Maria!" Jack yelled

"Aye, captain?" she asked, sexily walking over to him. With me now dead she had no competition. "Get to the helm! Follow The Gauntlet." Jack ordered.

Jack slowly made his way back to his cabin. My limp body lay on the bed. He closed the door, walking in further. He sat on his chair and took a drink of rum. His eyes scanned my body, finally resting on my face. They then returned to my chest. His eyebrows went up in total confusion. He stood and crept, hunched over to the side of the bed. He took a closer look at my chest, watching it rise and fall. He looked from side to side, thinking he was going crazy. He rested his hand on my stomach, feeling it rise and fall.

"This couldn't be possible. How could she be breathing if she's dead?" He questioned to himself.

His hand slowly made its way to the top of my bodice.

"I'm really sorry, luv." He said, his hands coming up and then resting on me again. He dug in my bodice, taking out the locket and the parchment. He noticed writing on the corner piece of the parchment. His eyes went wide when he read that I wasn't actually dead, I was unconscious, I would remain unconscious for 2 days as my body slowly turned into nothing. He grinned to himself suspiciously.

"Why doesn't she ever tell me the details?" he asked himself, shaking his head.