A/N: The results are in: The decision is...


Chapter 20: Glory


Amy cried out as the round hit her.

A round struck Jack in the shoulder.

Amy began to crawl back to the bullet-riddled boat.

John grabbed him, saying, "We have to go!"

Amy yelled for them to leave her.

Then there was another cry of a name as someone dashed away from the other boat


Amy Sparrow knew she was done.

The round had torn through her left hip, spinning her like a top. Then as she went down, another lodged squarely in her right side.

She began to feel slightly numb.

She could, however, crawl. She thrashed slowly back towards the boat a bit, staying a small bit clear, and yelled to Jack and Mera, "GO!"

Her strength drained from the yell, she pulled her pistol, and aimed at the powder line. As she did, her life began to flash before her eyes.

She saw Tortuga as a child, Giselle being oh-so protective of her and Mera. She saw their first trip out of Tortuga, on a ship to the East. She saw the Asian pirate whose name she could never pronounce, whom she simply called, 'sir'. She saw 'Sir' teaching them how to fight, how to think, how to move, how to be two individuals in one in combat. He taught them how to survive. She saw him teaching them how to forge swords. She saw the first time he trained them with each of the exotic weapons they learned. She saw the return to Tortuga, meeting Jack Sparrow. She grinned mirthlessly as she cocked the pistol.

As her index finger tightened, and as she felt herself begin to float away, she thought Rule # 1: A Sparrow dies in a blaze of glory.

The numbness had spread everywhere now as she felt herself begin to float up into the air, almost as if she were being carried away to Heaven. And as Amy Sparrow passed into black oblivion a happy woman, she committed her last action.

She fired.


Will dashed across the beach in a mad dash, leaping over obstacles, firing madly as he went, one weapon after another coming off his back and out from his belts. He then dived towards Mera, and scooped her up in his arms. He then leapt up from the ground and ran at a mad dash for the boat.

One, two, three times he was shot along the way, but he ignored the blood coming from his shoulder and legs. He ran as hard as he could, hearing the bullets whiz past him.

Then a cannon round exploded right behind him.

He felt no injury, but some other things were off.

He started to have tunnel hearing as things echoed in his head. He heard a long, slow call of his name from both Jack and Elizabeth.

He was almost to the boat.

Then there was a punch in the small of his back.


Elizabeth shot out from the cover of the boat with Jack, and both of them seized her husband around the waist. They tugged him back to the boat, and hauled he and Amy underneath.


Back at the Continental camp, the two boats surfaced from the river. The two tipped over simultaneously, revealing the ten pirates. They walked towards camp to uproarious cheers.

The first to go were five of them; Mera, Amy, Jack, Will, and Elizabeth, Amy and Will being supported by the other three. Then came John, carrying his rifle pointing into the sky in one hand, drawn sword in the other.

Jack noted that he looked rather like a military recruitment poster, complete with dashing war scars and a swashbuckling pose of a scoundrel. He worsened Jack's envy by saying, "Arr, swash, swash, buckle, buckle," and getting a loud cheer for it.

Then came Pintel and Ragetti, strutting about, and finally, James and Ana, arm in arm.

The pain of their wounds were momentarily forgotten as they enjoyed what can only be described as glory.


A/N: Neither of them is really out of the woods yet. Lemme see...who to kill, who to kill...REVIEW!