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The crew dragged the wounded and dead aboard. The dead were discarded to the side of the deck while the survivors were immediately chained together and made to stand against the side of the ship – facing Captain Jack. He skewered the men, looking for Norrington, he found him. He was sitting against the side, with a gash on the side of his face. The pompous white wig he wore was missing and his perfect red and white uniform was stained with blood and seawater.

Jack took a hold of his shirt and pulled him to his feet, as he looked him up and down with disgust.

"When I was shootin' those cannons at yer pathetic ship I was aiming for yer head. Pity I missed."

Immediately Norrington spat in the captain's face. "Go to hell, Sparrow"

Jack slammed him up against the wall and drew his sword before anyone could react.

"No mate, that's where I be sendin' ya." He snarled as he choked the Commodore with the blade.

Will came up behind Jack and laid a hand on his shoulder. Jack slightly turned and saw the look that Will gave him. He lowered the sword and threw Norrington back against the wall with the others.

Jack paced the deck, looking at all the beaten, bruised and tattered soldiers.

"Alright, listen you dogs! I know that yer dear beloved Commodore Norrington got you into all this mess." He shot a look at the haggard man. "So, I be feelin' a bit generous today. You lot get to be dropped off in Tortuga, a lovely little outlet for the pirate kind.Which I'm sure you'll all be received in the kindest of ways." Then he paused as he stopped pacing and faced Norrington. " But, the Commodore will be stayin' with us, we 'ave a special place for 'im." Jack glared at the Commodore with a sly gin and narrowed eyes.

They sailed all the way back towards the Caribbean. Thankfully Tortuga was closer than the rest of the islands and was faster to get to. When the ship was 700 yards or so away, they threw the Navy crew off the plank, and forced them to swim to safety. The Pearl's crew laughed and jeered until their sides ached. Elizabeth almost felt sorry for the men. But Norrington she felt nothing but contempt. This was his second attempt to kill Will; she was ready to finally end this feud.

They sailed further and further into the ocean's blue waters and finally they spotted land. A tiny, sandy, deserted island in the middle of no-where was their destination. The Pearl pulled the ship up to the island about 300 yards from shore. Two burly crewmembers of the Pearl held a sword to the Commodore's back as he approached the plank. Jack followed him to the edge.

He held a rifle in his hand. "Now, I want you to know that if this was up to me you'd be dead by now." Then Jack stuck the rifle in Norrinton's belt. "But, this was Miss Elizabeth's idea to give you a little chance." Norrinton looked past Jack to Liz who was standing next to Will with her hands around his. She looked down when the Commodore met her gaze.

"This Rifles got a single shot in it. Just in case it gets a little too much for you to handle."

Then Jack took Norrinton's shoulder and pushed him, stumbling on to the plank above the churning sea.

As he neared the edge, the entire time- he had hardly spoken a word. He turned around to face the people on the ship. He saw Jack with his half-sided grin, no doubt taking pleasure in seeing him go. Then, all the crew's weathered faces, marked men of hard times and too much sun. But to the right was the Turners, Elizabeth looked on with no expression. And Will had a set, stern look on his chiseled features. In that minute Commodore James Norrington had given up. He turned and totally faced the ship, looked straight at Elizabeth and bowed. Then spun back around on his heel and plunged into the ocean's waters.

Elizabeth had mixed emotions. Because of her, men had died, men had been hurt, and now it was finally over. No more greed, lust, or obligations. Her and Will were free wherever they choose to go, no more looking over their shoulders.

She leaned against Will as he held her close. He could tell she was ready for this all to end and be done with it.

They walked over to the side of the ship, just in time to see a soaked, slouching, tired Norrington reach the beach. He stumbled onto the shore and fell to his knees. His new residence had no shelter, no clean water, no protection of any kind. It would be no use to escape – if he went back to his home to Port Royale, he would be a commoner, hold no rank, and be a disgrace to the governor and himself. He decided, that that island was where he'd stay.

By now the crew had dispersed and ready to set sail and head back to the colonies. Will walked over to Jack and gave him a small smile.

"Thank you Jack. You truly are a friend."

Jack gave him a hearty slap on the back "Think nothin' of it. That's what family if for, right?"

Will nodded and smiled. "Hey, let's go home."