AN-Here we are, kiddies, the next installment. Yay! Enjoy :)
"Jack Sparrow, do not try me," Will threatened, once again crossing blades with the pirate who had, from the moment they met, proceeded to turn his world upside down.
"William Turner, Sarah is my daughter. She is Sarah Sparrow. I am her father. You need to-"
"Never!" Will promised, and lunged at the father of his child, the lover of his wife.
The fight was intense. Two grown men fighting over one badly-shared toy, performing their own dance of choreographed murder. It was only when Will had Jack pinned to the floor of the dining room, the Elizabeth's china and trinkets broken all around them, that Sparrow began to worry that it was not a dispute that would be settled with both lives intact.
"I cannot let you blaspheme so against my wife," Will whispered in Jack's ear, the tip of the sword aimed directly over the pirate's heart.
"And I cannot let you rob me of the opportunity to father my child, as your wife did," Captain Jack Sparrow whispered in reply, knowing it was over.
He would never forget how Will's eyes looked so like Sarah's as they opened wide in shock when the sword entered his body, ending his life so shortly after his wife's.
Nor would he ever forget pushing his friends' body off of him, sitting up and seeing his daughter look at him with those large brown eyes. It was impossible for anyone to forget the moment the only person they love looks at them with nothing but cold hatred burning in their eyes.
He had gained his daughter, only to lose her.
