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A/N: Ok, this has MEGA spoilers for the end of The Dead Mans Chest. If any of you haven't seen the movie, don't read this if you don't want to know what happened!
I leaned in close to Jack, deepening the kiss, making him completely unaware of what I was doing. I reached out with one hand and grabbed the chain and felt for the restraint at the end. Quickly, in a heartbeat, I fastened it around Jack's wrist. I vaguely remember the conversation. Even as I performed the deed and tried to protect what I had done, a part of me was already feeling the guilt.
I left Jack there, chained to the main mast, bait for the kraken. I climbed down the side of the Pearl, into the waiting boat. I lied about why Jack wasn't coming and I sat down in the boat, trying to convince myself first, that I did it to save many more people, second, that Jack would free himself and escape. I knew though, that it was all a lie, a lie I was telling myself to hide the fact that I just wanted to save myself and Will, that I just wanted to make sure that there would be an ending.
The boat was about halfway to shore when the crew first became aware of the tentacles slowly rising out of the water. We all watched in horror as the kraken slowly inched its way up the ship's side. I could just make out the site of Jack standing near the side, sword drawn, looking ready to fight the monster. So he did free himself, I thought to myself. Yet he never had a chance to get off the ship. Then, in a flash, he was gone and the monster was pulling the Black Pearl down to the bottom of the sea. Several members of the crew busied themselves with the oars, trying to hide their sorrows. For me, there was no hiding. The truth of what I had done hit me head on. I had killed Captain Jack Sparrow. Not by use of a gun or sword, yet I killed him none the less.
The boat rowed slowly upriver, every person silent, lost in their thoughts. The people of the island followed our boat, candles bright against the inky black sky. We tied up the boat and walked into a nearby hut. The rest of my companions seemed to know the woman there, although I did not. I was just glad to get in out of the cold and hopefully away from the memory of what I did.
The woman seemed nice, offering us each a mug, listening to our accounts. I paid little attention to what was going on around me, feeling too miserable to care what the others did. There was a toast to Jack which brought tears to my eyes as I realized how big of a mistake I made what I secured that restraint. I never thought that he would be missed so much. I listened though, when I heard the woman asking if we would do anything to get Jack back, even sailing beyond the ends of the earth. One by one, the crew agreed that yes, they would do that. I looked up from where I sat in my corner and voiced a small "Yes", knowing that I was getting one chance to make up for what I did wrong. I wasn't going to ruin things again.
The woman smiled and told us that we would need a captain that new the way to the ends of the earth. The crew members looked up, slightly puzzled looks on each of their faces. The stairs behind the woman creaked as someone walked down them. For a moment, I dared to hope it would be Jack, but in my heart I knew it wasn't. My thoughts were confirmed when the man appeared. It was Barbossa, back from the dead to help us get the man he hates most, the man who killed him: Captain Jack Sparrow. Yet no one paused to consider that, as preparations were made to set sail.
As our ship leaves, I lean on the rail, watching the land sink into the distance. For the first time since I kissed Jack, I felt sure that what I was doing was right. I would fix what I had done, or die trying. And at least I would die, knowing I had attempted to find Jack. And right now, that was the only thing that mattered.
