We reached Port Vincent by midnight on the second day. The streets were deserted as what was expected. Everyone was either at home to rest or in the bar, but not in the streets.

Jack steered the Pearl into the cove that was right below the southern edge of Port Vincent; the very edge where I jumped, the Pearl being in the very spot where Jack witnessed my suicide attempt. I couldn't help but wonder what would have happened if he wasn't there to save me, but I just couldn't stomach the thought. This was one of those mistakes that I need to look upon as a blessing. Without me jumping, I would never have survived, meaning I never would have met Jack.

Jack and I left the Pearl as soon as everything was secure in the cove. Gibbs took over as the superior of the crew until we returned. My body shook with anxiety as we rowed somberly to shore.

"I don't know if I can face him, Jack"

"Kora, this is why we came here, you have to go through with it,"

"I know, but what if he is the same man he was when I left?"

"That's one reason why I'm here luv,"

We walked up the beaten trail that led to town. My hand was griped around Jack's forearm as we treaded toward my house. So many horrible memories lingered in my mind, covering up the decent ones. We finally reached my home; a grey and weathered single leveled building with an unkempt yard. Still the same as I've remembered it to be.

I lumbered up to the doorstep, afraid to what I was to find inside. I turned to Jack, my fear eminent in my eyes. He nodded the signal that everything will be fine. I reached out and turned the door knob to the inside. This is it…

The interior was simple with a sitting room, two bedrooms, and a kitchen. There was a smell of human waste, rotting food, and basically ignorance to sanitation cursing the air inside. What was normally clean from my hours of labor was littered with numerous objects; rum bottles, broken plates, and even some of my dresses torn to shreds were spread around the house. He obviously didn't take my suicide well.

There was a harsh spell of coughing from the direction of the bedrooms. My eyes widened at the sound of my father's coughing. I slowly walked to his room with Jack trailing me. His door was slightly open, yet I still knocked on it instead of entering first.

"Who's there!" My father question, his voice weak and quivering.

I took a deep breath before responding, "Father, it's me"

"You can't possibly be Kora, she died months ago. Leave me now, the thought of her kills me even more painfully!"

I stepped into his room, the dim candle light bringing my father's memory into reality of me.

"Kora, it's really you…"

"Yes father, I had to see you again, to determine if my vision was true or false."

Confusion was set on my father's face which gave me time to explain why I was here, and how. I told him everything that had happened to me except of course for Jack's and my recent love making; my suicidal attempt, Jack saving me, Marius, and the relationship that has been growing between Jack and I since.

Silence followed my story, yet I welcomed it. I looked upon my father to see the image of him that I had dreamt. He truly is ill and his time in this world will shortly end.

"So this is Captain Jack Sparrow then, isn't it?" He shifted to Jack in the shadows.

"Um, yes sir,"

"Come here Captain," my father motioned for him to come closer to where he was.

"Father-"

"It's alright Kora, I just want to ask him a few things," my father interrupted.

Jack's POV

I sauntered over to Kora's father, wondering what all he wanted to ask me.

"I've heard much about you Captain, but nothing of the sort of what my daughter had briefly told me. Yet your reputation still exists in my mind."

"That's understandable, I suppouse…"I uttered.

"I've made my mistakes in my life as have you. I might be as bold to relate this to you but most of those mistakes I have made I would like to fix, such as with Kora. However there won't be enough time to mend all that has happened to Kora because of me, but somehow I believe you can do more than I would ever be able to to make her happy once again."

I absorbed the words that came out of his hollowed body. I could tell from his eyes that he has meant all that he has said

"So Sparrow, are you willing to make her happy?" he questioned.

"Of course."

"Do you love her?"

At this point I turned to Kora. Her eyes were on the verge of tears; she is obviously touched by what her father had been saying, yet she was anticipating my response.

Still looking at Kora, I responded.

"With all my heart, mind, and soul."

Kora finally released her tears, but this time it was different than from pain. This was caused by love.

With his last breath of life, Kora's father spoke to the two of us.

"Never let go of your love, no matter if one of you live's end,"


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