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NO! IT'S OVER! Last chapter people! I'd like to thank you all for reviewing so I got more than ten and the sequel will be up by New Years…that's bad for you but good for me (I have a long time til the deadline yay!). Enjoy cheries!

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Will, Elizabeth, Jack, and Robin reached the Dauntless and Jack and Robin were immediately locked in a cabin since the brig was filled with Barbossa's former crew. Will was granted clemency for his services to the Governor of Port Royal in assisting the return of his daughter. He and Elizabeth were free to roam the ship as they pleased, leaving Jack and Robin to stay in the same room day after day until they reached Port Royal for the hanging.

One cloudy day found Jack and Robin sitting on opposite sides of the room, rolling an empty bottle to each other as the ship rocked.

"So, have you made your decision yet?" asked Jack, rolling the bottle over to her.

"What decision?" asked Robin, leaning to receive it.

"To stay here or not," said Jack solemnly. Robin thought, rolling the bottle to him.

"I'm going home," she said after a moment. Jack looked at the bottle sadly.

"Oh."

"But only until I get everything there settled out. Then I'll come back here and find you," said Robin quickly, smiling. Jack nodded, but his hopes remained sunk. They sat in silence for a while, mutely rolling the bottle back and forth.

"Robin, what's the future like?" asked Jack. He very much wished to know what would make his beloved want to return rather than stay with him. Robin caught the bottle, pausing.

"Oh, it's nothin' special. Cars, motorcycles, crowded streets, skyscrapers, earphones--" she stopped suddenly, the bottle rolling out of her hands across the room, a look of triumphance crossing her face. Jack looked at her.

"What is it?" he asked.

"I just remembered something…nothing important, though," said Robin vaguely, but she continued smiling slyly, her hand messing with something inside of her pocket.

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They arrived in Port Royal a few days later. Jack and Robin were carried off to the jail for a day until the hanging. The soldiers placed them in separate cells, locking them in with stony faces.

"You, stop smiling," said one of them, pointing at Robin warningly. She narrowed her eyes at him as he left.

After making sure he was gone, Robin immediately began rummaging in her pocket, pulling out a small earphone. She put the tiny device in her ear and dialed a number, every fiber of her being praying. She waited.

Ring…

Ring…

"Hello?" asked a bored voice. Robin had to keep from screaming in excitement.

"Wirf! It's Robin!" she hissed quickly into the earphone.

The other end went silent. An excited voice on the other end of the phone could be heard chattering to others in the room. Suddenly the earphone was picked up.

"ROBIN? WHERE ON EARTH ARE YOU?" exclaimed Clay's voice in astonishment.

"God, Clay. There's no need to yell. It's good to hear you too. Why isn't the stupid MDT working?" asked Robin.

"We need to know the time and lace where you are."

"I'm in Port Royal, Jamaica in the Caribbean year…hold on a sec," said Robin, looking around. She crawled over to the neighboring cell and looked in at the sleeping ragged man lying against the wall.

"OI! YOU! What year is it?" she called. The man shot awake, staring at her oddly.

"God, you must be going mad. It's 1742!" he yelled. Robin crawled back into the center of her cell, speaking into the earphone.

"Year 1742, got it?" she asked. The man was staring at her, clearly thinking she was talking to herself, not being able to see the earphone.

"What day?" asked Clay.

"OI! WHAT DAY?" yelled Robin, looking back up at the man.

"It's the 14th of August you crazy loony!" he yelled back.

(Why does everyone in this town think I'm crazy? First the Commodore, now this bozo) thought Robin to herself, turning back away from the man.

"August 14th, Clay," she said.

"So, we'll come right now to get you," said Clay.

"NO! Not yet. See, me and a friend of mine are going to be hung tomorrow. Could you make a dramatic entrance in…oh…say…a helicopter and swoop down to get me? Him too if the situation is bad. We can drop him off in his ship, it's somewhere in the Caribbean we're sure," said Robin, smirking at the idea.

"Alright…we'll come tomorrow. But it's gonna be a little hard to get a stupid helicopter in for the 'grand entrance'," said Clay, laughing.

"Thanks guys. I only realized yesterday that I still had this earphone on me. Thank God Alltel improved the service fields or I might not be talkin'. Thank you future!"

"Alright then. See you tomorrow, Rob! Bye!"

"TA!" said Robin, hanging up. She sighed, putting the earphone back into her pocket and leaning up against the stone wall of the cell. Tomorrow would be good…

"Oi, Robin!"

Robin turned her head to see Jack motioning to her. She crawled up to the bars of her cell, looking over at him.

"Wha'?" she asked.

"Use tha' little lock pick o' your's to get us out!" said Jack. Robin raised an eyebrow.

"You said it was too small!" she said.

"Well 'ow else are we supposed to get outta this place?" asked Jack.

"Jack, don't worry. I've got a plan all figured out," said Robin proudly.

"Ye'd better," muttered Jack suspiciously.

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The next day, several guards escorted Robin and Jack to the gallows. It was a lovely day with clear skies dotted with only a few drifting clouds. Every few minutes a pelican would fly by, crash into something, and fall to the ground. But that didn't really matter at the time.

Jack stood tall, staring out dully at the interested crowd that was gathering around them as a noose was placed around his neck. Robin stood a few feet to his left, staring hopefully at the sky.

(Come on guys…come on…) she thought desperately. The by-now-well-known officer walked over to her, a smirk on his face as he placed the rope over her head.

"Pity…" he muttered, passing his hand over her chest before turning away. Robin tensed. If there was anything she wanted to do before dying it was this.

She turned around and kicked her leg up with all her might into the officer's unguarded crotch, making him collapse to the wooden floor of the gallows, moaning in pain. Jack laughed along with Robin as the injured officer was lifted up and carried away.

A man in a freakish white wig unrolled a long scroll and began to read, his voice quavering slightly. The crowd of people all watched expectantly. Robin could see Will and Elizabeth standing separately in the crowd, watching them worriedly.

"Jack Sparrow, be it known that you--" started the old man.

"Captain…Captain Jack Sparrow," said Jack exasperatedly, unheard by anyone but Robin, who sniggered.

"--being wanted for crimes against the crown. Such crimes being numerous in quantity and sinister in nature--" continued the man. Robin continued searching the skies for her very late saviors.

"--be cited herewith. Piracy, smuggling--"

Robin yawned. Jack looked at her, smirking.

"--impersonating an officer of the Spanish Royal Navy, impersonating a cleric of the Church of England--"

"Ah yeah," said Jack, smiling at the memory. Robin glanced at him, eyebrow raised, a grin playing at her lips. Jack caught the executioner's eye and fell silent.

"--arson, kidnapping, looting, poaching, brigandage, pilfering, depravity, depredation, and general lawlessness. And for these crimes, you have been sentenced to be, on this day, hung by the neck until dead. Robin Turlo, be it known that you also partook in most of these same crimes, but for not as long. May god have mercy on your souls."

"Finally he's finished!" sighed Robin thankfully. Jack sniggered.

"My list was longer," he said proudly. Robin stuck out her tongue at him.

Suddenly, a roaring noise was heard. The wind abruptly picked up, alarming the crowd. Jack looked around, eyes wide and fearful. Robin opened her mouth in a grateful smile, staring up at the sky.

"MY RIDE IS HERE!" she yelled to Jack over the noise of the helicopter. He looked at her in alarm.

"YOU RIDE A HURRICANE?" he yelled.

It arose from behind the fort, a sleek black helicopter, fins whirling at high speed. And at the wheel were Clay and Troy, grinning like idiots at the crowd's surprise. They steered over to the wall of the fort and dropped a rope ladder down next to the water.

Robin looked down at her hands, then at the noose. She turned to Jack.

"How are we supposed to get out?" she asked. Jack shrugged.

Suddenly Will jumped onto the platform, slitting the ropes and motioning for them to follow him. The threesome ran towards the seaside wall of the fort, fighting off the various officers that tried to attack them. They emerged out by the wall and were immediately bombarded by guards. Robin made it to the ladder, but Jack and Will found themselves surrounded by guards.

"I thought we might have to endure some ill-conceived escape attempt. But not from you," said the Commodore, walking over and speaking to Will. Robin turned back, watching.

"Commodore, since I'm leaving, may I have a last word with Jack?" asked Robin. The Commodore looked over at her.

"You're not going anywhere. You will be hung," he said. Suddenly, a large bald man holding a very intimidating gun fell down beside her, aiming the gun at the Commodore.

"This lot givin you trouble, Rob?" asked Clay. Robin held up her hand.

"No, they're letting me have a last word with Jack before I leave," she said, staring at the Commodore. He pursed his lips, but his eyes were on the gun.

"You have five minutes," he said, opening his line of guards to let Jack out. Robin led the pirate captain away from the others and kissed him deeply.

"Now, I'm leaving to go back. I may not return for a long time. And…if I can't get back…for whatever reason…I just want you to know…that I love you," she said, tears welling up in her eyes.

"I love you too, Robin," said Jack, embracing her in a deeper kiss. After a few minutes they separated, backing a step away from each other. "I want you to take this," said Jack, holding out one of his many rings. A silver one with an embedded emerald. "Don't forget me."

"I won't," said Robin. "After all, who can forget the infamous Captain Jack Sparrow?"

She kissed him one more time and ran over to the rope ladder, climbing onto it. Clay grabbed a hold as well, shouting something inaudible up to Troy, who steered the helicopter away from the wall towards a hole in the sky. Robin and Clay climbed up the ladder into the helicopter. Robin looked back one last time to see Jack falling off of the wall. She sighed in relief when she spotted him resurface, turning to see the Black Pearl emerging from behind a cliff.

(Remember me…) she thought as they entered the portal, leaving Port Royal behind.

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The End…NOT YET! I've still got the epilogue. It'll be up as soon as humanly possible! Then I'll see you all in July! Yay! REVIEW CHERIES!