[mich: He does have side-effects, that's why he was in the barrel instead of behind Amanda's cloak.

Captainme: Yes, his father shot him when Amanda was gone. After I move I will start the exciting tales of their children.

Waaaaaaah! This chapter makes me cry!]

I stared at Jack in disbelief. "Jack, why didn't you tell me?"

"I feared for your safety. He was the one who shot me in the chest."

Mr. Sparrow put his hands across his stomach and grinned. "And it was twice, I believe. Then, ever the victor, you shot me in the same places. You always have to be the hero, don't you Jack? But you always have to pay for your mistakes, boy."

"So it was you who shot him in the leg!" I growled.

"You catch on very quickly. Jack took my precious wife away from me and now he is paying for it."

"What do you mean?"

"Jack's mother died in childbirth."

"That wasn't his fault. You can't help things like that." Jack swayed in my arms and almost fainted. I deposited him on a nearby couch and walked back to the desk. "Look, I don't know what kind of psychotic freak you are, but I want my children back."

"Now, calm down, Amanda. There's no need to be hasty."

"Hasty? Hasty? I've been on the sea for 3 months, I feel like I'm about to throw up, my children could be hurt, my husband is, and you're telling me not to be hasty?"

"I can assure you that your children are fine. On my word as a pirate."

I laughed. "Your word? Your word says that you can shoot my husband any time that you want. Your word says that you have the right to kidnap my children." I touched my hip and brought out my sword. I pointed it at him. "You'd better tell me where they are, or I will kill you, so help me God!" He wiggled under my blade but managed to point to the closet. I sheathed my sword and ran to open it. My five babies ran out and hugged me. "Oh, my babies! I never thought that I would see you again!"

In the midst of "Mommy" and "Are you alright", Peter looked over at Jack. "Dad! Look out!"

We all turned to see Mr. Sparrow hovering over Jack. Jack pulled out his knife and stuck it in his father's stomach, who in turn fell to the ground dead. Jack got up from the couch.

"I'm sorry, Father, but you will terrorize my family no longer." Jack looked up at me with a silent gaze that seemed to say, "it's over." He walked to my embrace and I cried tears of joy on his shirt. The children hugged him as well and we were all happy to be a family again. And that's the way it should be.

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After we explained to the soldiers about Mr. Sparrow, Norrington took charge and gave Jack a pardon for killing the general's murderer. We all went back to Felicity and Benjamin's house and had a good rest while Jack recovered for a few weeks. After Jack was well, we prepared to set sail on the open sea.

Since Jack had Peter to help him run the ship, I stayed with Jack at the helm and sewed baby clothes for my rounding stomach.

When we arrived at Old Spanish Town, we found that AnaMaria and Gibbs had sold our home, but it didn't really matter anyway. Kingston, formally known as Port Royal, was really our home. We decided to move back there and we settled down next to Elizabeth, Will and their growing family.

Ours grew too at the arrival of Lauren and Amber. Then two years later with little Stephanie.

Jack became a cartographer and every summer, we sailed around Jamaica. Jack was never bothered by the military again, except for that one time... Well, nobody's perfect. Needless to say, Jack and I never had another marriage threatening quarrel as long as we lived.

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"And we lived happily ever after. The end." Amanda looked up at her crowd and grinned. Everyone was crying. "Oh, you big baboons! Letting a story like this make you all teary eyed," she said in mock anger. "Sarah, please help me to my room, I'm tired."

That night, as Amanda laid in bed, a white figure entered the room. "Come, Amanda. It is time to go." He smiled as she got up, left her earthly body and followed him.

Sarah stood with her small child outside the room. He sniffled as he watched his grandmother die. "Does this mean that there are no more stories?"

A tear streamed down her face. "No, son. There are so many more to tell."

The End.

[My next stories will be about Jack and Amanda's children. You'll have to wait for them though! Ha ha ha!]