A/N: OK well we're coming to the end of our adventure but do not fear. There will be a sequel to this story! For now I thank the reviewers, all of you and I had a question asked.
XxX-SilverRose-XxX- No, Barbossa says 'I feel…..cold….' I've seen the movie so many times that I can recite it by memory (and it really annoys some people) and I've watched it with subtitles on too. It says cold not old. Just clearing that up.
Now, on with the last chapter.
I tried to think of a way to escape the gallows that were soon to come, but none came to mind. Jack wasn't any help (obviously) so I had to use twice as much brain power to figure it out.
The night before the hanging, I was crouched down next to Jack, changing his bandages while he sat propped up against the wall.
"You scared love?" He asked.
"No, not really." I answered. "Are you?"
"Pirates don't get scared." He replied.
"Right, that's why you were trembling when I held the sword above your chest like I was really going to stab you."
Jack mumbled under his breath and moved his leg back towards him as I finished.
"I never asked mate, but how did you not fall under the temptation of the deal you struck with Barbossa? From what you've told me you had a pretty good arrangement there."
"The reward of not doing anything was too strong." I answered.
"Right…"
The morning came sooner than I would have liked and the guards came with ropes. My hands were bound together with it and I was led into the outdoors. Loud chattering and drum roll that was all that was needed to set the mood.
"I'll go first love, savvy?" Jack whispered in my ear.
I smiled and nodded, trying to shove the emotion I was really feeling down past my boots and into the concrete floor. Even though I was guarded by men, I could feel Will approaching.
"I'm going to get you out of here." He said, hoping the guards wouldn't hear.
"And Jack?" I whispered back.
"I'll try."
As the man gave the list of what Jack had done wrong I had a vision of him falling off a cliff, with me alongside him. Then nothing. So we were going to get away, but not quite in the way everyone expected.
Before I had time to analyze this image further, the drum roll beat fast, a door dropped and sword fighting began. The guards moved away from me and then I ran. Jack told me to run forward so I did. But, like all Jack's plans, we were cornered and caught.
"I thought we might have to endure some sort of escape attempt, but not from you." Commodore Norrington said to Will.
"On our return to Port Royal I granted you clemency, and this is how you repay me? By throwing in your lot with them? They're pirates!" Governor Swann objected.
"And a good man." Will explained dropping his sword. "If all I have achieved here is that the hangman will earn two pairs of boots instead of one, so be it. At least my conscience will be clear."
"And what am I?" I demanded. "Invisible?"
"Sorry three." Will corrected.
"You forget your place, Turner." Norrington spat.
"It's right here, between you, Jack, and Jasmine."
"Ouch Commodore." I commented.
"As is mine." Elizabeth intervened.
The Governor ordered the men to put down their weapons, I could picture the horror struck look across Norrington's face.
"So this is where your heart lies?"
"It is." Elizabeth confirmed.
Jack nudged me slightly.
"Time to go. Take my hand."
"Well actually I'm feeling rather good about all this. I think we've arrived in a specially place. Spiritually, Ecumenically, Grammatically."
I sighed and waited impatiently for him to finish.
"I want you to know I was rotting for you mate. Know that." Jack said to Norrington.
"I wasn't. Congratulations Will and Elizabeth. I want to know about the wedding send me a message."
Jack tugged me with him toward the edge of the cliff.
"Friends, this is the day that you will always remember, as the day that…"
Before he finished he let go of my hand and dropped over the edge. As soon as I heard the splash I slapped my forehead.
"Your father would have been very proud of you Will." I told him. "Well mates I best be off before Captain Sparrow does something stupid."
I leaned back and saluted them all.
"Again." I added before I dropped.
Jack had seen the Pearl and was brought back onboard.
"On deck you scabrous dogs! Hands to braces!" Jack ordered.
He put a bucket and a mop in my hands.
"Mop the deck." He told me.
"Hmmm…."
I took the bucket and dumped it on his head leaving the pail attached.
"It's my turn to steer."
A/N; Ok its all over. Sequel which will be based off Dead Man's Chest? Yes or No? Please R&R!
-16aqua OUT!
