A/N: All right, new and improved. I honestly thought Lia's original thing was too Mary-Sue so I decided to go with my original ending which is almost the same but less drama. I hope you enjoy!

Chapter 20: A Final Revenge

Jack's POV:

To the many pirates who stood around, hungry for death, I appeared bored to tears and apathetic. But really on the inside I could feel my guts twist and turn with anxiety.

Afraid? Of course not!

I was Captain Jack Sparrow and if I was to be welcomed into the darkness of death then so be it.

"Bring him out." Mateo ordered as he pointed to my crew who were bunched together by the trees.

I watched as his men pulled out someone from the group and threw him in front of the rock Mateo and I stood on.

Mateo hopped off the rock and stared him down as he paced around him.

To my horror, it was Trevor who although was only a swabbie, I had much respect for.

Mateo unsheathed his sword and looked up at me with a sly smirk stretched across his face.

"Well, yer swabbie ain't no use to ye anymore, eh Jack. Not as useful as yer daughter was, eh boys?"

Mateo's crew laughed as their eyes glistened with lust. I felt anxiety renovate into hatred and disgust as my insides continued to churn. I stiffened at their amusement.

Mateo turned to Trevor who was looking down at his bounded hands, unable to look upon the surrounding of where he would last stand.

He knew he was going to die.

Mateo placed his sword under his chin and lifted his face up.

"Ye know," he said to Trevor, "We can always make do with a another swabbie."

Some kind of spark ignited in Trevor's eyes, which quickly clouded into darkness.

"I'd rather die." He said with such a strong defiance.

Mateo maneuvered his sword so the tip was pointing under Trevor's chin.

"Very well then." Mateo said darkly.

Very slowly, Mateo began to drive his sword through his jaw and straight up to his brain. Dark crimson streaks began to drip down the polished silver. Trevor's eyes grew wide and the color quickly drained from his face. I recoiled as Mateo turned the blade brutally and ripped it out from his head. A sickening sound of ripping flesh cut through the air as Trevor's body fell on the sand.

Mateo looked to the rest of my crew who were in a complete state of shock. I frowned as I noticed a few of them were pressing together, looking down at the middle of their group. They immediately turned toward what happened when Mateo looked at them.

Mateo held up the sword that was still red from Trevor's blood.

"Who's next?"

Mateo's crew began to cheer and shout in morbid satisfaction as they began to pull others out from the group.

"MATEO!"

A cry came out of nowhere that made everything and everyone freeze in their tracks.

Out from the shadows of the trees stood a figure. Mateo's brows scrunched in confusion to this shadowed stranger.

"Who are you?" Mateo asked. He seemed a bit bothered by this person's appearance because after all, who would even show up for a rescue, let alone a fight.

My eyes widened as the figure stepped forward, the pale moonlight revealing their identity.

"Lia!" I gasped. Will immediately appeared behind her, a hatchet in his right hand.

They were alive!

Lia's POV:

I could see a look of surprise in Mateo's eyes.

"You!" he said pointing his sword at me, astonishment thick in his voice, " It's not possible!"

I smirked at his words, "Well I, on the other hand, like to believe anything is possible."

I was actually a bit surprised by my calmness. It had taken a lot of strength for me to not lunge out sooner in foolish desperation to save Trevor but I sadly knew there was nothing I could do. My insides squirmed at the site of his body lying flaccidly on the ground. Shaking my head I turned my attention back to Mateo.

"Rest assured, Lia. But it seems the odds are well against ye." Mateo said in amusement.

Mateo glanced around at his crewmen who were slowly approaching me, swords and daggers all pointing at me.

I licked my lips in anticipation. I shifted my eyes slightly to the tied up crewmembers of The Black Pearl. I could see Anamaria hiding there, quietly working her dagger through their bindings and giving them weapons from the bunch we took from The Pearl.

I kept a close eye for her signal.

"What's in yer head, wretch?" Mateo asked as he moved forward towards me, sword in hand.

I didn't answer. I kept glancing to Anamaria

Watching and waiting…

Mateo was growing impatient, "Well?"

Anamaria looked to me and nodded her head vigorously. That was all I needed.

"NOW!"

I pulled out my sword and caught Mateo in a surprise attack. He quickly parried my move by bringing his sword in a downward swing. The sound of metal hitting metal rang in the air.

At the same time, the crew quickly jumped out of their "bounded positions" and ambushed Mateo's crew.

"Lia! Behind you!"

I spun around and quickly held my sword in front of me, blocking a hard swing from Mr. Richards.

"Thanks!" I shouted to Will but he was busy fending someone off of Anamaria so he didn't hear me.

Quickly I turned back to Mr. Richards. I reacted just in time as he brought his sword around in an attempt to take off my head. I pulled my sword up and blocked his move.

I pulled out of the hold and quickly moved as he brought his sword down on me again. Unfortunately I wasn't quick enough.

I felt a sharp pain as his sword sliced my shoulder. I felt my shoulder go numb as blood began to seep through my white shirt.

I growled in pain and clutched my shoulder. I was on my knees on the sand. I looked up to Mr. Richards.

He chuckled, " I guess this is it, lass."

He pulled his sword up, ready to finish me off, "Say good-bye."

I squeezed my eyes closed, waiting for the searing pain of his sword plunging down to strike me. But it never came.

The sound of whipping air followed by a groan rang out. I opened one eye to see Mr. Richards's eyes grow wide in pain. His arms went limp as he dropped his sword on the sand. The blade of a hatchet stuck out from his chest as blood massively flowed down his shirt.

"Good bye." I said.

He let out a soft growl of pain as he toppled over, completely lifeless.

I looked behind me and saw Will who immediately approached. He grasped the hatched and ripped it out of Mr. Richards's body. Securing it to his belt, he knelt down beside me.

"Are you all right?" he asked with such concern. I nodded as I stood up.

I yelped as a pirate jumped on us. Will quickly pushed me aside as he unsheathed his sword, parrying the blow. I looked over to Mr. Richards's dead body.

His sword rested by his side, I grabbed it in a quick swipe.

I ran around the battle that erupted around me, looking for Mateo who had slipped away.

I watched as Mr. Gibbs kicked one of Mateo's crewmembers in the groin and stuck his sword into his chest. I was about to assist when a familiar and irritated voice caught my attention.

"A little help would be nice!"

I whirled around to see Jack jogging around in a humorous way with his hands tied in front of him, helpless. His eyes widened as he held up his bounded hands and bent his legs in a prepared stance. I watched as a pirate charged at him but Jack caught him off guard by ducking as he got close causing him to tumble over Jack and fall. He went limp as his head slammed into a rock, killing him

I felt a smile begin to form. He was always very comical, even in the worse of situations.

"Jack, right here!" I tossed him the extra sword I had which he quickly caught and sliced through his bindings.

I bowed my head in a single nod as I grinned at him. He grinned back before quickly running off to join the battle around us.

I ran off in another direction. I ducked swiftly as a sword sliced through the air, almost taking off my head. I dropped to my knees and trusted my sword forward and into the pirate's stomach.

He yelled in pain and dropped to the ground. I stood up and watched as the blood formed a pool around him. I sheathed my sword, smiling in satisfaction. Knowing this pirate was dead ignited a feeling of morbid contentment.

Suddenly I felt myself get pulled back into the bushes. I could feel the barrel of a gun pressing against my temple.

"Ye belong to me now, darlin'." I heard the throaty accent of Mateo say in my ear, "I told you, ye wouldn't be saved."

He finished with a malice cackle that made my blood freeze as he began to drag me away. I screamed for Jack, flailing my arms about. My legs kicked the air with great desperation.

I felt completely helpless as I saw Jack answer to my cries. He stiffened and began to look around for my presence. Jack's shoulder lifted and dropped with his heavy breathing and his forehead was damp with sweat from the fighting, his eyes danced around frantically as he scanned the battle. He couldn't see me! I flailed even more. I would have screamed but Mateo had pressed the gun so tightly against me that I could feel the barrel cutting into my skin.

The scene of the battle disappeared from my sight, as we got further away.

The bushes opened up into a clearing. Nothing but a giant white mass of sand surrounded by palm trees, the leaves blew lightly in the wind, and a few rocks stood about, embedded in the sand.

I felt sand filling my boots as they dragged on the sand. Mateo had his arm around my waist in a vice-like grip. He still held the pistol in his other hand but it was away from my face.

He turned me towards him and roughly cupped my face into his hands.

A grin spread across his face, which sent waves of repulsion through my veins. It wasn't hard to tell what it was he wanted to do with me.

"Ye know," he said, "Ye are far too beautiful to be Jack's daughter."

He caressed my hair and I let out a groan of disgust. I tried to break loose but he was too strong.

"He doesn't deserve ye." He leaned in to kiss me.

I let out a scream of fury as I lifted my leg without hesitation. My knee hit his groin with such force. He dropped his gun and cursed loudly.

I kicked his gun away and pulled out my sword.

"Neither do you." I said harshly.

I held my sword out in front of me, ready to strike. I held my sword so tight that I could feel the circulation of my blood cut off at my fingers.

"Do ye find this wise, lass?" he asked, "Crossing blades with a pirate?"

I scoffed at his words, "Well you are forgetting one thing, Mateo."

I swung my sword at him. My sword caught with his in midair. Our hilts entwined, our arms shook as we applied strength to our grips, trying to push one another down to our knees.

"And what would that be?" he asked. He clearly thought I was a fool to want to fight him.

I pulled my sword away and ducked as his sword came down on me. I swung my sword across to slice open his gut but he jumped back.

I pulled my sword up and held it in front of me as we started circling each other.

I leaned in a bit, showing my seriousness.

"I am a pirate." I said firmly.

"Well," Mateo said amusingly, "Let's see if ye can fight like one. But I bet ye won't last five minutes."

He looked away with a smirk before lunging at me at an attempt to catch me off guard, swinging two high arcs over my head and then he thrust his sword forward at my chest; quickly I struck downward catching his sword with mine and twisted it upward.

I pushed him off causing him to turn, exposing his back to me. I lunged forward with my sword high over my head to bring it down on him.

He quickly pivoted, catching my sword with his. He twisted his sword in a semi circle causing my wrist to bend the wrong way.

I cried out as the pain became unbearable. I turned loose and my sword flew out of my hand.

My eyes quickly left my sword and landed on Mateo who was smirking with pride. He thrust his sword forward at me. I jumped out of the way.

I let out a cry as the blade sliced across my stomach. Fortunately not deep enough to kill me but it hurt all the same.

Mateo was beaming as he trusted his sword forward. I jumped back as I felt my knees turn into jelly. I fell back on the sand clutching my stomach as I felt blood seeping out between my fingers. I sat up on my knees, bent over in pain and complete fatigue. I didn't want to fight anymore.

I could hear Mateo's footsteps as he circled me, fallen into a powerless heap on the ground.

"I'm really going to enjoy this."

I could feel his eyes on me, his footsteps vibrated in my ears as he approached me. I couldn't see him but I knew he had his sword out, ready to finish me off.

I wouldn't allow it!

Poking my forearm was the dagger I got earlier from Anamaria, cleverly concealed in the bandana wrapped around my arm. In a flash, I pulled it out, turned around and quickly stabbed Mateo in the stomach.

"Not as much as I am." I said darkly, replying to his words.

Mateo's eyes grew wide as I pushed the dagger in further. I heard the sound of ripping flesh as I twisted the dagger and ripped it out from his body. He screamed in pain as his body lurched forward and he hit the ground. A pool of blood seeped out from under him, surrounding him.

I stood over him on my knees with my dagger in hand. The putrid smell of our blood was strong in the air, so strong I wanted to gag.

Mateo was dead.

A/N: Heh a bit of a change from my last version huh? Personally it seemed too much for Lia and since this was my original idea, I figured why not give it a shot. Sort of the same but a less-to-worry about wound but don't think this is the last bit of her shock.