A/N: This is the final chapter, I hope those of you who read this fic and liked it enjoy the ending.
DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN POTC!
Norrington fell to his knees in defeat. Blood squirted from his mouth and his chest where the bullet had entered.
Elizabeth jumped and Jack held tight to her. Elizabeth watched as James crumpled to the ground. James's eyes had gone dead and cold, the life that was in them gone…Elizabeth felt no guilt for the monster.
Beyond Norrington's body was Will, his SIG in his hand. "Get out of here." He said as he bent down and felt the non existent pulse of Norrington's. "I don't know anything."
"Will, what about my father…"
Will merely smiled as he pulled out his cell phone. "Good luck Elizabeth. Jack you take good care of her…" Elizabeth somehow knew what had happened.
"Of course." Jack nodded to Will as he helped Elizabeth into the cab.
Jack shifted gears and took off, neither he nor Elizabeth looking back.
"Your arm?" Elizabeth asked as they sped away from the Military base.
"What?" Jack said focusing on the curved roads.
"It's bleeding terribly." Elizabeth leaned over to Jack and looked at the wound. "I need to wrap that." Elizabeth tore off a piece of her hospital gown and tied it around his arm.
Elizabeth then sat back down in her seat and looked down at her hands. Tiny markings told about how ill she really was, how much medication they had pumped into her, and how close she had come to dying. Elizabeth began to sob.
"Are you alright?" Jack asked concerned.
"It's over." Elizabeth let out with a deep sigh. "All of it…"
"Sir no sign of either Sparrow or your daughter." Will reported to Weatherby, President Harrington listening beside them.
"None?" Weatherby asked.
"No, last we saw of them, they were boarding a private plane headed to the Caribbean. We have no jurisdiction there." Will said with a small smirk on his face.
"Thank you Agent Turner." Weatherby dismissed Will and turned to the President.
"Are you sure she is in safe hands Weatherby? I can get her…"
"No Peter. My daughter wanted Sparrow, and she has him…she's happy and that's all I could ask for." Weatherby then said in a lower voice. "Peter I don't know how you did it, but thank you. My daughter isn't implicated in Sparrow's break, and can come back to the States any time she wishes. She is still an Agent…something else she loves."
"I'm the President, I can do whatever I want." Peter smiled at his closest friend. To do this favor was nothing for a man who had given him so much of his time and energy, to see his daughter happy would be everything to Weatherby, so he granted it.