Chapter Nineteen: Yes

"WILL!" she screamed. "YOU'RE ALIVE!"

He was up on the deck, running to the railing. Juliet smiled. "See, Jack, I told you he'd—"

BOOM.

…

The ship blew up in a thousand pieces of wood and fiery sparks.

"Oh God," Jack whispered.

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" Juliet screamed. "WILL!"

Jack looked around in the waters for the body, to see if by some miracle Will was still alive. But the chances didn't look very high.

Juliet turned to him sadly, trails of tears showing the color of her cheeks from under all the ash on her face. "Jack," she whispered, "do you see… anything?"

Jack leaned over the edge of the boat. Something drifted towards him, and he picked it up out of the water. A sword.

He turned to her sadly; her face was screwed up as if she was trying her hardest not to scream out. Then, he wrapped her arms around her in a tight hug.

"I know… I know…" he whispered as she cried into his shoulder. "When the lil one grows up, ye can tell 'im 'is father died a hero…"

She sniffed and nodded. She opened her eyes, looking over Jack's shoulder into the littered waters.

She gasped, and broke away. "Jack!" she whispered, hardly daring believe it.

Talk about déjà vu…

There he was, in one piece, floating on a piece of wood. Jack whipped around and pulled him onto the boat. "Bloody 'ell…" he whispered. "'E's alive!"

…

A couple days later they were sailing back to Port Royal. Will was alive, miraculously, yet unconscious. One person that could always be seen in his room was Juliet, caring for him. She put cold, wet rags on his chest over the burn, and he really wasn't injured except for that, and a few scratches on his body. She had just replaced the rags on him and sank back down in her chair next to his bed, stroking his wet hair.

"Why did you ever agree to that duel?" she whispered. "You just barely made it out… I was so scared…"

She looked out the window. God's color pallet tonight was of red, orange, and a bit of purple too. She sighed, then yawned. Ever since she had become pregnant and actually got as close to relaxing as possible she always felt tired. She looked at the door, then back at the window, then at Will. She smiled, then got up out of her chair and laid down next to him, taking his hand in hers. She closed her eyes, drifting off to sleep.

A few minutes later she awoke to a hand touching her face. The room was pitch black except for the candle she forgot to blow out. She looked at the man next to her and saw that he was awake.

"Will!" she breathed.

"Sssh, go back to sleep, I like watching you…"

"How long have you been awake?" she quirked an eyebrow.

He stared at her for a moment. After a few seconds he replied. "I don't know… a few minutes."

She looked down, and their hands were still entwined. She felt him squeeze hers.

"You're alive!" she said blankly. "I thought you were dead… twice…"

He grinned. "You forgot the time before that. Well, for now, I've got something to cover up that scar…" he straightened himself in the bed and glanced down at it. "How many days have I been unconscious?"

"Three," she said.

"Well, thank you for caring for me," he whispered.

She smiled. "How do you know it was me?"

"To wake up and find you sleeping next to me and holding my hand, how could it not be you?"

She smiled again. "How did you get out?"

"There was a bit of a spot where the fire wasn't in the room by the door, so I vaulted it and Barbossa got eaten up by the fire. As you saw, I ran onto the deck and to the railing to jump off, but then… er… a little something came along that backfired it. I jumped off just as the ship blew."

She sat up, sighing, the tips of her hair touching his face. His hand was still on her face. "No," he said softly. "Don't go… don't leave me…"

"Sssh, I'm not going anywhere…" she whispered. She leaned into his touch.

"Juliet," he whispered. She looked at him. "A few months ago I wouldn't have cared if I would have burned to my death back there, but as I was dueling with Barbossa I wasn't fighting for my life, I was fighting for the two reasons I'm living today. I love you…"

He pulled her face close to his and she didn't resist. He kissed her hungrily.

"Wow, now I'm really awake," he said. She laughed.

"Oh Will… I missed you so much…"

She moved in for another kiss but he stopped her. "No." She looked at him questioningly.

"What?"

"Marry me."

She looked at him again. "What?"

"Marry me. I never got to finish what I started saying before." He was looking at her with eyes so full of emotion and love… so much of it that she felt tears welling up in her own. She did remember that night that she was sitting in his arms, looking at the stars…

"Will you, Juliet Blackstone? Will you marry me?"

A tear fell from her face and onto Will's but he didn't seem to care. Then, she broke out into the biggest smile she had ever done and whispered one word:

"Yes."

He smiled too and Juliet melted. "Yes! Yes, William Turner, I'll marry you! YES! I'LL MARRY YOU!" she screamed.

Will pulled her close to him and kissed her with as much love and passion as he had in him. And that was a lot, mind you.

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AAAAAAAAAAAWWWWWWWWWW! He's alive, AND they're getting married! WOOOO! (throws birdseed like they do at weddings) STILL NOT THE END!! REJOYCE AND REVIEW! (please?)