"This is the end. I'm going now. I bid you all a very fond farewell. ...Goodbye." (-Bilbo, LOTR: FOTR)

This is the end, guys. I think I'm going to cry a little. I realize I left you with a cliffhanger last time, so I'll make a long speech short. Hem hem. I'd like to thank the Academy - oh, wait. Wrong speech. That's for later when I win my Oscar. Anyway, thanks to everyone who reads my fics - I do it for you. Thanks to two people in particular: Johnny'shumiliatedgrape (thanks for always reviewing and being so incredibly sweet and encouraging) and DAFTLIKESPARROW (even though you cant review, you still inspire me to keep going! I'd die without you, sweetheart! Thanks! I love you!).

BTW, kudos to Johnny'shumiliatedgrape for figuring out the murder! DAFTLIKESPARROW did, too. You guys are so smart. I love you.

Chapter 7: Promise

Gillette stood in utter shock as he stared at the dead body. How could this have happened? The body of Gillette's head guard lay on the ground. Will, Flynn, Anamaria, and Sierra stood at the door, Will's gun was smoking, and Sierra and Anamaria were each aiming two guns at Gillette and his men. Many other crew members entered the chamber, and they all restrained Gillette and his guards. Celeste threw the pistol on the ground after resetting the safety and held onto Jack, who was badly hurt. Will rushed over and knelt next to him.

"Oh, my goodness…" he mumbled, looking at Jack. He looked up at Celeste. "Are you alright?"

"I'm fine, it's Jack that's hurt!" she sobbed.

"Alright, alright, er… Flynn!" Will called, and he came to them. "We need to get Jack back to the ship."

"Right - alright, then." Flynn replied. "Celeste, did Gillette do this?"

"No, Blackbeard did - of course he did this!" Celeste cried with sarcasm.

"It could've been one of his men, you know." Flynn said. "Anyway, we just need to ask you a few things first." Celeste sighed in annoyance. "I'm sorry, but I have to. So, er, did he do anything to you?" Celeste was about to yell, but he cut her off. "I realize he did more damage to Jack - I can see the damage. Did he do anything to you?"

"No, they just hit me a few times." she answered indifferently.

"Well, that's pretty important." Flynn told her. "That's illegal."

"SO IS KILLING COMMODORE NORRINGTON!" Celeste screamed.

"I know." Flynn said. "I also figured out that it was him before we left to come here."

"…How?" Celeste asked curiously, still holding onto Jack.

"When he was reconstructing the crime scene, he mentioned that Ottoman had put the breakfast tray down on Norrington's desk." Flynn explained. "No one had seen the crime scene except the Governor and myself. There was no way Gillette could've known about the tray. And other things. He's left handed, he pressed so hard to find the killer, he was going to take Norrington's place… it all fit. Too bad that didn't click until tonight." Celeste nodded. "Alright, then, we'll get Jack back to the ship now."

"Thank you." Celeste replied exasperatedly and Will, Celeste, and Anamaria all carried him back to the ship. They carried him to his room. Celeste went down to the cargo hold to get things to address his wounds with. Flynn and the crew had taken Gillette and his men to the jail and were going to speak with Governor Swann.

Before Will left the ship to join Flynn, Celeste asked him something. "Oh, Will, why isn't Elizabeth with you?"

"Oh, that's right - we didn't get the chance to tell you." Will said, grinning. "Elizabeth might be pregnant."

"Oh!" Celeste exclaimed. "Oh, that's absolutely wonderful!"

"Well, we're not sure yet." he replied, still smiling.

"I hope she is." Celeste told him. "I'm happy for you."

"Thank you." he replied. She nodded and went on her way to the cargo hold. Once she got everything there, she headed back up to her room and sat next to Jack on the bed, setting all the things to address his wounds on the bed, next to her. She leaned over and kissed his cheek.

"…You wouldn'… actually 'ave… shot me… would you, darling?" Jack asked suddenly, still in pain. She blinked - she'd forgotten about that… "Honestly…"

"…Honestly… I don't know…" she replied. "I'd like to think I wouldn't have given up… and that it was just a bluff… but I didn't want them to hurt you any more… Anyway, you need to rest - don't talk." She cleaned his wounds and bandaged what needed to be bandaged. "Oh, by the way, Elizabeth might be pregnant."

"…Oh, really?" Jack asked.

Celeste nodded. "I'm happy for them." She lied down next to him and held onto his arm. After a moment of silence passed, Celeste spoke again. "We've been married longer than they have… and still… Oh, nothing…"

"You… wait, Princess… you jus' wait…" he told her. She smiled and nodded.

Over the next couple of weeks, Flynn had successfully proved that Gillette was guilty. He'd also found out (from Gillette in an angry rant) that Gillette had purposely ruin aboard the Pearl and told everyone of the murder when Celeste was pregnant; he wanted to shock her so that she and Jack wouldn't have any children.

Gillette was hung for murder soon after. Jack and Celeste attended the hanging and were relieved when it was over. On the way back from it, they visited Commodore Norrington's grave - Celeste had brought flowers to place on it.

"We've avenged you, my friend." Celeste said to the gravestone. "It's the least we could do after all you've done for us."

The next few months were spent recovering from all that had happened. Flynn had gone back to his hometown, grateful for Jack and Celeste's help. Without them, Gillette probably wouldn't have been caught. He promised them that he would write whenever he got the chance and would be glad to visit Port Royal again.

It turned out that Elizabeth wasn't pregnant after all, much to her and Will's disappointment. Other than that, everything was going alright. It seemed a lot like before… back when things seemed perfect. Things got even better when Celeste found out that she was pregnant again. Everyone was happy again like before. Jack decided that no one was allowed on the ship without his clearance for Celeste's sake. He preferred that she didn't go into town and when she did, he accompanied her, being watchful for anyone suspicious looking.

They had been talking about names for the baby one day and couldn't come to a decision. By this time, Celeste was seven months pregnant - she was wary because she'd lost her first baby in her seventh month.

"Hmm…" Celeste mumbled. "What was your mother's name, Jack?"

"Jacqueline." he replied.

"Wait a minute… Jack… Jocelyn… Jacqueline… All J's?" she asked.

"Aye. Family tradition." he told her. "Me dad's name was Jack. Hmm… me dad's dad an' mum were John and Jasmine, an' me mum's dad an' mum were Jacob and Jill."

"Oh… so I broke the tradition?" she asked disappointedly.

Jack shrugged. "Maybe it's time to start a new one. J's and C's now. 'ow does that sound?"

She smiled. "That sounds good." Just then, she started to feel dizzy… "Oh…" she said, placing a hand on her forehead.

"Darling, wha's wrong?" he asked worriedly, stepping closer to her.

"I… feel dizzy…" Celeste replied, her vision blurring. "I want to lie down…"

Jack bit his lip in worry and put an arm around her. Suddenly, Celeste fainted. Jack panicked: Anamaria had gone out… He picked up Celeste and yelled for Gibbs, who rushed up moments later.

"What happened?" Gibbs asked.

"She got dizzy an' jus' passed out…" Jack rushed, panicked.

"Take her downstairs." Gibbs ordered; Jack obeyed and hurried downstairs. He set her down on the bed and was ushered out of the room by Gibbs. Normally, Jack would never leave Celeste alone in a room with another man, conscious or unconscious, but there were two people he trusted more than anyone else in the world besides Celeste and they were Will and Gibbs.

A little while later, Gibbs emerged from the room.

"She's got a fever." Gibbs told Jack. Seeing the look of panic on his face, Gibbs quickly added: "The baby's fine, and she's fine, we just have to make sure it stays that way."

Jack nodded. "But… she won' lose it, will she?"

"I won't lie to you - it's hard to say right now. It's fifty-fifty." Gibbs replied truthfully. "Just stay with her and make sure she stays fairly cool and stress-free."

"Alrigh'." Jack said and went into his room. He laid down next to Celeste and pushed the hair out of her face. He stroked her cheek with his thumb. "You'll be fine, darling." He ran his thumb across her lips. "An' our baby will certainly be fine." She still lied unconscious. He sat up and reached over to the bedside table. He grabbed a wet cloth from a bowl of water and wrung it out. He dabbed her head with it. "Oh, wake up, sweetheart…" He sighed and stared at her lovingly. He continued to dab her face with the cloth. After a few moments, he returned the cloth to the nearby bowl. He moved down and kissed her stomach.

"You're goin' to be fine, too, you know." he said into her stomach, lips pressed to it. "We're not losin' you… Not this time. …We're not losin' you… Jus' so you know, we love you infinitely already… I want you to know that… Your mother is the strongest woman I know. Sure, sometimes she 'as trouble even cuttin' 'er meat, but tha's not exactly the kind o' strong I mean. She's got the strongest mind o' anyone I've ever met - she's been through so much, but she still goes on with life… You've got to be alrigh'… for your mother, you've got to be alrigh'. An' for your father, too." He kissed her stomach again and sat back up.

He took the cloth from the bowl, wrung it out, and dabbed her head and cheeks again. Just then, Celeste tiredly blinked her eyes open and looked up at Jack.

"'ey, love." he greeted with a smile. Celeste smiled weakly in return. Then, suddenly, a thought dawned on her and her eyes widened. She put her hand to her stomach and relaxed. "It's fine, Princess. Gibbs says you 'ave a fever. The baby is fine, though, so don' worry. Jus' keep stayin' strong." Celeste nodded and took Jack's free hand. He dabbed her face once more with the cloth. "My angel…" Celeste smiled. He dabbed her neck and chest with the cool cloth. "I love you, sweetheart."

"…I love you, too…" she whispered and blacked out again.

Celeste got over the fever and was perfectly fine. A few months later, they'd been invited to dinner by Governor Swann; Will and Elizabeth would also be attending. Elizabeth, by this time, was pregnant as well. They accepted the invitation and went to the dinner. They were having a great time conversing with Governor Swann and Will and Elizabeth.

"So the new commodore is who?" Jack asked, halfway through the dinner.

"Chester Valentine." Governor Swann replied. "He's a very fine man - nothing like Gillette, I assure you."

Celeste furrowed her brow and tapped Jack on the shoulder. He looked over at her inquiringly and she whispered something into his ear. Just as Governor Swann was going to think badly about their manners…

"YOU'RE WHAT!" Jack exclaimed, jumping up, causing his chair to fly across the room.

"Jack, don't yell." Celeste told him.
"I'LL GET THE CARRIAGE!" he yelled and dashed out at top speed, running into a potted plant in his hurry; Celeste laughed at his hysteria.

"What is it?" Will asked.

"Oh, I'm going into labor." Celeste replied matter-of-factly, putting a piece of roast beef in her mouth. The men at the table jumped in surprise and Elizabeth looked rather excited for her. "Thank you very much for the wonderful dinner, Governor Swann, and pardon us for leaving early."

"Oh, by all means, you can't help it!" Governor Swann pardoned. "Good luck." Will and Elizabeth agreed with this statement.

Just then, Jack rushed in and herded Celeste out of the room. "Good day!" Celeste bid, being hurried by Jack. They got into the carriage and hurried back to the Pearl. Jack harassed the poor driver the whole time, yelling at him to hurry and calling him names for "going to slow." Then, Jack would yell at him for "going to fast." ("What are you tryin' to do! My entire family is in this carriage, you madman!") Celeste apologized to the driver when they left and Jack helped her onto the ship as her pain came more swiftly.

Many, many hours later, Anamaria let Jack into the room and he rushed to Celeste, who was holding their new baby.

"It's a boy." she told him, smiling. Jack smiled widely, relieved that everything was alright. "What shall we name him?"

"Somethin' with a C." Jack stated. "Definitely." They thought for a moment. "Will's middle name is… Christopher, I believe."

"I like it." Celeste replied. She looked down at the baby in her arms. "Christopher… He's not crying much." She looked up at Anamaria, a little panicked. "That's alright, isn't it!"

"Of course it is." she replied comfortingly. "Just means he's strong like his parents."

Celeste and Jack sighed in relief and looked down at their son.

"Can I 'old 'im?" Jack asked, happier than he'd ever been. Celeste smiled widely and handed Christopher to Jack. Jack cooed and held his finger out to the baby, who took it.

"Oh, by the way, Jack…" she began a bit regretfully, "all those things I yelled at you through the door… I didn't mean them. I was just in a bit of pain."

He laughed. "You can call me whatever you want as long as I 'ave my son. Did it 'urt a lot, though?"

Celeste shrugged. "Whatever. It's all worth it." Jack handed Christopher back to Celeste and kissed her.

"I told you everythin' would be fine." he told her.

"Well, now I believe you." she replied, smiling. They gazed at their son, so incredibly happy.

"…I want another one already." Jack said, smiling.

"Hey, I need at least a bit of a break!" Celeste joked. "This has to be the happily ever after finally really kicking in."

"It 'as to be." Jack agreed. "I did promise it to you. …Oh, 'ey, what about a middle name for Christopher?"

"Jack." she said.

"What?"

"Jack."

"What?"

"Jack! I want the middle name to be Jack!" Celeste exclaimed.

"Oh! Oh, 'ey, it 'as a nice ring to it." he replied with a smile. They looked down at their son.

"Christopher Jack Sparrow - we love you so much."

Two and a half deliriously happy years passed. Really happier than anyone should be. Christopher was the perfect child. They loved him infinitely. More added to the happily ever after? How can this be? After the two and a half years, Celeste was pregnant again. The pregnancy went very well and when she went into labor, they happened to be having dinner with Commodore Valentine, who turned out to be a wonderful man. Jack panicked just like the last time and they had to rush out.

This time, they had a girl and named her Jocelyn after Jack's sister, being Celeste's idea; Jack thought that the middle name should be Celeste and she didn't argue. They had a family and loved every moment of it.

One thing bothered Celeste, though… Her father really was a good man… One day she sat down and wrote a letter to him:

Dear Father,

How have you been? I'm sorry I haven't kept in touch. I have a busy life. I hope Ruby Falls is doing well. I have to say that I'm doing wonderfully and have never been happier. My husband and I have settled down in Port Royal. We haven't settled down in the sense of buying a house - although we could afford to - we stay on his ship in the harbor. I suppose Marie told you who I showed up with the last time I saw her. Well, I married him. Yes, I married the pirate Captain Jack Sparrow. But you have to understand that his reputation is inaccurate. He's a wonderful man and I love him so much. I know we've had our differences, but you're still the father I've always had - however tainted by stepmothers… Anyway, I have two children now. I'd like you to visit sometime. You shouldn't have to be a stranger to my children. I hope to see a letter from you soon. Please don't bring Marie if you come.

Love, your daughter,

Celeste Sparrow

P.S. And they lived happily ever after…

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