Here it is! The last chapter! It ends here! I hope you guys have been enjoying. I might do a sequel if enough people say they want it. Also, if you could, please take a look at my profile. I have made a website for my friends, my reviewers and myself for you guys to take a look. I'll stop talking now. I know you're anxious to find out what happens. So here it is, the last chapter of Treasure of the Bronze Tiger.
Emma could not believe the words out of this girl's mouth. It wasn't possible, it couldn't be possible, could it? Emma had even noticed the similarities between her and Alison, but even she couldn't believe it.
"How did you get here? Why did you come?"
Alison shivered and inhaled deeply. "You sent me from the future. Someone had come to the past to ruin you and Daddy's meeting. Robert Barbossa was not supposed to be alive again after he died the first time, but someone brought him back. James was not even supposed to know you existed. But someone tampered with it. I was sent by you to make sure you got married, and I succeeded. But I have to leave. Time will be ruined if I stay any longer."
"So, I will never see you again, Alison? You will completely disappear?"
"You will see me again, but not for nine months yet. I have to go now, Mom. I love you very much." Alison pressed her lips to her mother's cheek. Soon, the feeling of her was gone from Emma's face, along with Alison and all memories of her.
"Emma, the wedding is soon to begin. Are you ready?" Elizabeth stood outside, waiting for Emma. She was to bring up the train of the dress that Emma was wearing.
"Yes, Liz. I'll be right out." Emma shook her head, trying to clear the dizziness. She couldn't remember what happened, but all she knew was, she was ready for this wedding. Emma opened the door and stepped out into the hall.
Jack's POV
Jack was so nervous. His clothes were very imprisoning, because of the newness of them and the fact that they were so damn stiff. But to his advantage, he still had his hat and his hair exactly how he always had them. He could barely breathe, as it was, but he nearly fainted as the bride's maids came in and took their places at the bow of the boat. The clergyman stood to his right and Will to his left. Will nudged Jack's shoulder.
"Nervous?"
"No, you think, whelp?" Jack hissed. "I'm afraid she'll say no or not show up, like at Jamesy's wedding."
"Jack, she loves you. She will say yes, I promise. And I know you love her just as much, if not more. Everything will be fine."
"I hope so, Will, I hope so."
It was just then, when Emma entered. Her hair lay in a bun behind her neck, and was covered by the veil. Her dress moved slowly with every step she took, gently and gracefully. She had this look on her face that made her seem ready for anything and more. All Jack could do was gape at his wife-to-be, until Will gave him alittle shove to get him moving. Jack had then taken Emma's arm and escorted her up to the clergyman.
"We are gathered here today-" Jack cleared his throat and cut him off.
"Mate, I think you might want to make this quick. Pirates are aboard and I don't think they want to wait any longer for the refreshments."
"Right you are, Mister Sparrow. Do You?" He gestured to Jack.
"I do."
"Do you?"
"I do."
"You are now man and wife, you may-" Again he was cut off, by the couple already kissing passionately. The man stepped backward and next to Will. Jack, still kissing his wife waved away the crew to have their 'refreshments'. The crew cheered, and dragged off the other guests, with exception of Will and Elizabeth off to the galley.
"May I go home now? I want you to know that my wife will not be happy if I'm not home soon."
"Of course." Elizabeth said. "We'll take you home right now."
So the three of them left, leaving Emma and Jack alone on the deck. Jack scooped her up, carrying her like she weigh nothing. He took her away, down the stair and into his cabin, for the rest of the night.
9 Months later…
"Jack Sparrow! This is all your damn fault!" Emma screamed. She had been in labour for the past two hours and Jack was a nervous wreck. For the past nine months he had been careful and worrying, but not like this.
"Gibbs, come on. You won't let a man see his child?"
"Gee, I would love to, but then again, I like not being a eunuch, which I will be if I let you atta' that chair. Anne promised, Jack, and she don't break promises."
Yes, you guessed it. Jack was tied to a chair in the galley with Gibbs sitting on top of him. Emma's screams could be heard throughout the entire ship. Then suddenly they ceased and a few minutes later started again. Something had went on in the twelve minutes time. AnnaMaria had come in with a smile on her face, amused and relieved at the sametime.
"Jack, come meet yer children."
"Children?"
"Aye. As in more than one. A girl and a boy."
Jack pushed by AnnaMaria, giddy as a school boy (if you actually picture that), and opened the door to his cabin. Emma lay on the bed in nothing, but a loose white chemise. (It's like a night gown, for those of you who don't read King Aruthur) A baby lay in her arms, while Anne, who stood beside her, held another.
"Jack, I would like you to meet Alison Marie Sparrow and Jacob Dashell Sparrow."
Jack took both babies in his arms. Tears weld up in his eyes, showing how truly happy he was. Jack kissed his wife gently on the lips.
"Luv, get some rest. I just want to show the crew the new additions to the family. But I would like to ask, luv, why Alison for our daughter's name?"
"I just had a feeling the name has to do with something I have forgotten, like a long-lost aunt or something. Do you not like it?"
Jack gave a little chuckle. "No, luv. It's perfect. Now, get some rest. We will all sleep when I get back in."
Jack gave both babies back to Anne, and moved quickly out of the room, up to the deck. Shouts of joy rang out from around while the crew gathered around the helm where Jack stood.
"Gents, I have a daughter and a son!" The crew cheered again, all patting him on the back, and offering rum and pipes. Jack politely declined, remembering his wife waiting for him in his cabin, and forgetting the rum in her thought. Making his usual swaggered, he headed back to his cabin.
END
Tell me what you think, guys. If you want a sequel, let me know, but you have to give an idea. I have an idea, but I want you guys to give me ideas too, ok? Also, if you don't read my Secret Window fic, you need to know that I will not be updating for 1-2 weeks because I'm going away to a 'Camp' at a college and have no idea if there will be computer in the dorm or anywhere accessible so don't expect updates for that long.