(A/N) Ok, I should be studying for my Sociology Final...but hey, I didn't want you to hang too long! So just one today...the last installment of this fic, is well, just about done. It is probably one of my best, at least I think, it has a lot of drama, WHICH I LOVE! So please enjoy this chappie! BTW, MY FAVORITE AUTHOR CATHERINE COULTER, sent me an e-mail, replying to the one I sent her! I was so excited! Still am! If anyone is interested in a really good series, check out her FBI series, has everything, adventure, suspense, a bit of romance, everything! I haven't put them down!

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN POTC!

They laid Eve on the deck. She wasn't breathing, she wasn't moving. Gabriel kneeled down next to her, and with shaking hands he felt for her pulse, she had a pulse.

"Come on Evelyn…" Gabriel started breathing air into her lungs. "Please…" Again and again breathing, trying to breath life into her body.

Jack, Adam, Elizabeth, and Will, all watched Gabriel breath some life into Eve, but she wasn't having it.

"You can't leave me like this…" Gabriel was beginning to lose his trademark cool. "Just breathe darling…please…" Gabriel breathed in another breath.

"Damn Evelyn just breathe!" Gabriel was losing control. "Breathe please…" Gabriel blew air into her mouth once again. "Oh God, please fight…one last time…" Gabriel tried again to fill her lungs with air.

Eve's chest then heaved upward as she took her first breath. Gabriel sighed in relief and turned her to her side as she coughed up water. She was gasping for air as Gabriel pressed his hand against her back. "Give me a blanket…" Gabriel wrapped a blanket around Eve and picked her up and began walking back to his ship. Eve huddled to Gabriel's shirt, she was so cold.

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Gabriel placed her in his cabin, and put her on the bed, soon, Jack, Will, Elizabeth, and Adam, watched as Eve was put into bed. "Give me blankets…" Gabriel's voice was hoarse, he had been in that water too long as well.

"Gabriel, you should warm up too…" Elizabeth said as she handed him blankets.

"Not until I know she's going to be fine…" He then took the blankets and wrapped them around Eve's shaking body. 'God I hope the children…', Gabriel's thoughts swirled in his mind. Gabriel stripped off his jacket and collapsed against Eve, trying to share what little he had of his own body heat. He heard Eve mumbling something, nothing coherent, and he just held her tightly.

Behind him Gabriel heard some commotion, as he turned around he saw that Will had collapsed onto the floor. Gabriel was in the water longer than Will, but Will was an older man, his body was different. "There's a cot under the bed…" Gabriel stood up and pulled it out. Jack and Adam lifted Will onto the cot, and Elizabeth took blanket's and wrapped it around Will.

Father and daughter were barely keeping on…their lives were in danger. Gabriel watched as Elizabeth tended to Will, and Gabriel turned his attention back to Eve. She was still shaking, her lips still blue. Gabriel then felt a hand on his shoulder.

"What do you want to do with them?" Jack asked.

"Lock them in the brig for now, destroy their ship…I want nothing left." Gabriel said bitterly. "Keep Lange and the other one in a separate cell." Gabriel then went back to holding tightly to Eve, her lips had turned a shade of blue that he hated.

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Several hours had passed. Will was awake and conscious, but Eve had not opened her eyes. Elizabeth assured Gabriel that Eve and the babies were fine, she just needed to wake up. Gabriel sat by her bedside, not moving, not wanting to leave her. The ship that she was on was now below them, the crew that kept her, in the brig…he didn't know what to do with them, that he thought, he would decide when Eve came to. Gabriel felt the world around him stop, he had broken his promise, he had failed Eve, when he told her he'd keep her safe. He left that morning to settle some business, he had thought that the threat was over, that they weren't going to pursue her, pursue his family, but he was wrong, his decision to leave her almost cost her, her life.

Gabriel took her hand and bent his head down to it. Staying there, not caring about his own well-being, he waited.

The water was so cold…she still felt the chill in her bones. She remembered the pain that surged through her body as it dipped into the icy waters. She remembered Gabriel, swimming down to her, trying to give her life through his breath…she remember her glance to the large belly she carried…she remembered her son's grave…how she knew she would be with her children in heaven, when her life passed. But she didn't feel the life draining from her…she felt alive…so she opened her eyes…

As she opened her eyes she saw Gabriel, bent over her stomach. Raising her other hand she placed it on his shoulder. His head shot up, and tears streamed down his face. "Evelyn…" Gabriel brought her hand up to his lips and kissed it. "I am so sorry."

Eve looked at him with a confused look in her eyes. "For what?" She whispered.

"I didn't keep you safe. I am so sorry."

"You can't live like that. I am here now and that's all that matters…" The words that escaped her lips were slow and painful. Eve closed her eyes. Her eyes immediately shot open and she placed her hands on her stomach.

Gabriel, calmed her, knowing what she was thinking. "Their fine." Eve closed her eyes again in relief.

"Where are they?" Eve asked.

"Who?"

"Doctor Lange and Anthony."

"In the brig." Gabriel gritted his teeth, he would enjoy watching them die.

"I want to see them…" Eve said as she tried to sit up.

"Not now." Gabriel's voice hardened.

"Gabriel, don't do anything to them…I need to talk to them."

"Why?" Gabriel asked, not understanding.

"Because if I were them…I was them after my son died…I would have done the same thing." Gabriel looked at her as if she had lost her mind.

"Evelyn your not like them…" Gabriel said clenching her hand.

"I was. After my son died I became a different person…at first I was angry, angry at myself for making Jon so angry that he ran out of the house, I was mad that I couldn't protect myself. My anger slowly left me and focused in on Jon, I don't believe I ever forgave him for walking out, I don't think I ever will, he left me in a vulnerable state…Now that I look back on it, I wondered if he knew what he was doing." Eve paused for a second. "If Barbossa were alive, I would have killed him…if I hadn't realized that being angry wouldn't bring my son back…I quite possibly could have killed Jon…I was dealing with the fact that my son was dead and that my husband was a lying, scandalous, cheat…I knew then…I ignored my intuitions. I sat on my ship and watched as Anthony's wife drowned, I watched as his son drowned. I sat there and did nothing. I gave orders to move on, even though I knew in my heart I should have helped her…she was pregnant, nine months…I hid behind the fact that I was a pirate that it was part of the business. But I am a woman, a woman that at that point had three miscarriages, and knew the pain of a lost child."

"Evelyn, he knew the risks."

"I know he did. But there is something I have to say to him. I am not the same woman that I was five years ago when these events started happening. I wish you knew me then, because you could tell the difference, maybe everything would have been different if we had met then. I was still a little girl, living in a woman's body. After my son died I accepted what had happened, I became a hardened woman, towards everything, I left the sea, no longer was it important to me. I have to see him Gabriel, if I don't I will always wonder."

"Wonder what?"

"What could have been different. If I don't intercede now, I know you will kill them…I just need time." Gabriel nodded in understanding, she needed to clear her conscious, needed not to let what happened to her, happen to him.

(A/N) Very different indeed. Forgivness? Maybe, but will all turn out the way we all want it...

"Captain, stop complaining! The sprinkles happened, we survived..."

"Ya, your not the one with the bloody bruised ego!" Captain Chrissy Cupcake said to her protective and ever loyal first mate, Karen Kangeroo.

"No, no bruised ego, maybe a bruised butt, but not ego." Captain Cupcake shot Karen a look that would have melted the stiffest frosting. "Well, you must pick your self up Captain, we have to help the dentists, finding the world's supply of frosting is of uttermost importance. So stop your damned whining." The Captain nodded solemly.

"Your right Karen, the frosting, the frosting situation is dire...SET SAILS FOR CANDYLAND!"