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Chapter 59: Morgan's Legacy

Long John lunged at her, his sword swinging and his plan of torture dissipating quickly. She was too much trouble to keep around simply for pleasure. And he was tiring out, she could tell. It would only be moments before he would be able to make her bleed to death. His hands were now tightly around her throat, but she still didn't scream.

"Put her down, Long John."

A surprisingly calm and smooth voice filled the cavern, and the color drained immediately from Long John's face as he dropped Camille. "J..Jack," he swallowed. "Th-that's impossible, you're dead! I saw it with me own eyes!" he tried to convince himself.

"Jack!" Camille shrieked, overjoyed. She stayed still now, simply watching.

Jack stood there at the Gate, handsome as ever, with his sword out and his pistol ready. He looked up at John, smirking. "Did you honestly believe that it would be so easy to kill me? I'm Captain Jack Sparrow."

Again, John began laughing like a madman as he patted himself for his pistol. He began backing down as Jack climbed. "N-now Jack," he stammered. "Ye'd take pity on your old mate Long John, now wouldn't ye? Ain't got no pistol."

Jack was standing on the top of the treasure now. Without taking her eyes off either of them, Camille rewrapped her wrist. She noticed that John was reaching his hand slowly down to his side. So he did have a pistol! Lying bastard. She looked at Jack. Did he know? He had to. Long John was such a double-crosser.

Jack's expression hardened. "Never stopped me."

"But it's not like you, mate. 'S ungentlemanly," John said in a light friendly tone. He suddenly pulled out his pistol and aimed, but Jack shot first. Camille's mouth fell open as John staggered back, putting his hand up to the bloody pulp that had become his stomach. He slowly sank to his knees, looking up at Jack with sorrowful eyes.

But Jack stared into them coldly. "Oh, I am no gentleman," he said before squeezing the trigger a second time. Long John's head splattered all over the wall behind him. Camille was so frightened by this, she still couldn't find it in her to move. The same look had been in his eyes before he struck her.

Jack put his pistol away, suddenly giving his attention to her. And the warmth seeped back into his brown eyes, comforting her somewhat. "Did he hurt you, darling?"

She shook her head, moving a little. "Not badly."

Jack made his way down from the pile, passing Long John's body. "Then may he burn in hell for touching my woman," he said, spitting on it. When he turned around he had a fraction of a second to react before Camille leaped into his arms, covering him with kisses. He kissed her back before she put her arms around him.

"Jack, I thought you were dead!"

"I came very close, Camille," he said seriously before putting her down. "He did shoot me," he said, opening his coat to reveal his bloodstained side. She gasped, but he quieted her down. "It's all right love, the bullet's out."

She put her arms back around him. "Oh Jack, I'm so sorry for everything that I said. I had no right to judge you," she apologized.

"I know you didn't mean it, darling," he said, but the memory of their argument still hurt him.

"Camille!" It was Gretchen's voice. She was on the other side of the Gate, along with Gabriel and Priscilla.

Camille grinned. "You found them!" she exclaimed, looking at Jack.

"Miss Camille!" Priscilla said, making her way over to the two of them. Camille put her arms out and embraced the child.

Gabriel made his way to the foot of the pile, staring up at him. Gretchen did the same. "So this is what you've been guarding?" he said, looking at the both of them.

"Apparently," Gretchen replied.

Jack grinned, walking around the perimeter of the treasure. "Let's have a look, then," he said, and they all began digging through it, adorning their fingers with rings and whatnot, pretending to drink from the goblets and setting the statues all around.

Jack busied himself with searching for coins. He threw most of the jewelry aside, fitting as much money as he could into his clothes. But for some reason, a ring caught his eye. He fingered it carefully, bringing it up to examine it a little more closely. It was very pretty, consisting of two diamonds and a larger emerald in the center. But it wasn't as shiny as the rest. He rotated it in his fingers, looking for an inscription. But he only found two letters. MS. What did that stand for? He shrugged, stuffing it in one of his pockets.