A/N: I was going to drive everyone crazy and do this chapter in two seperate chapter sections, but decided they went together better. As always, read and review. All suggestions are easy, and NinaSky: I put the POV in for you.

thomthom

At World's End: Chapter 16

Part One

Jack decided to walk down the beach, while forming a plan. He looked ahead and saw a dark wood mast with old, worn black sails washed up on shore. He walked to it and inspected the worn wood. It was definitely the mast of his beloved ship. He looked around him, looking more carefully at the smaller pieces.

He recognized a windowpane here and a railing there. Apparently this was also a graveyard for ships. As Jack sorted through the now-driftwood, a plan began to form in his head. 'Perhaps I could rebuild the Pearl' and smile spread across his lips.

Jack started to haul pieces out of the water and up onto the shore. Planks of wood floor and windowpanes, the mast and the railings. He even found the cells from the brig. Everything came back to the shore. Even Jack thought this was a tad far-fetched, but he started to group things together anyway.

By the end of the day, Jack had started to assemble his cabin, but it was extremely hard to put together because he had no tools. Jack almost wished he had done a better job of stocking the ship with tools, but knew the rum was always a better cargo. And besides, who was going to use the tools if they were loaded anyway?

He exhausted himself. He lay on his back in the blinding sun. Jack was fairly certain he had found all the pieces, but looked at it like a giant jigsaw puzzle. And he was never good at puzzles. He could use a hand putting it back together.

Even though he was tired, he stood up and joined the other men.

"I could use some help," Jack said.

"It's no use, mate," one man said.

"Of course there is. We can get away from this bloody place," Jack said, trying to grab the man's shoulder, but his hand fell right through it. "That's odd." He looked confused as the man turned around.

"We cannot leave Dead Shores. We wait for our souls to be taken aboard the Flying Dutchman."

"Then why am I…solid?"

"Because Jones must not be finished with you yet."

At the same time the man had said this, another pointed out to the water. "A ship, a ship…" the men started to chant over and over again. Jack, however, wasn't impressed, and sauntered back over the pieces of the Pearl.

Over the course of the day, the ship sailed closer and closer. Jack looked up every once in a while, hoping that it wasn't the Dutchman.

He then saw some long boats start to row towards the shore. "That's probably not a good idea, mates," Jack whispered out loud, not ever stopping to think that this could ever be what he was waiting for. He went back to searching through the wreckage, not caring what was coming towards him.

Part Two (Dani's POV)

We were only yards from shore. I could see a man sitting in a pile of driftwood and couldn't help but think he was crazy. He was fiddling with the wood, like he had sat in the hot sun too long. But the man was familiar to me. There was something I recognized about the way he sat there and looked around him. The way he sort of looked like he was talking to himself.

As we rowed closer, I noticed the man was wearing a red bandana. Almost like the one I made Jack. Almost exactly like that one.

"Row faster!" I ordered. I need to get to the shore. Pintel sped up, but it still wasn't fast enough, so I grabbed the oar from him. Will seemed to notice as well and took the other oar from Ragetti. We started to row as fast and hard as we could, which wasn't much because I was a very poor rower.

The water was still about two feet deep as I climbed from the boat. The man still paid no attention to us as we approached. Maybe it wasn't Jack.

Elizabeth, Will, and I stood dripping on the sand. The man finally looked up and straight at me. I could see the recognition in his eyes, but then it flickered away just as quickly as it came.

"So, you all came to haunt me?" Jack said.

"Jack, no one came to haunt you," I said sadly.

"Yes, Jack, we are really here." Elizabeth added.

"So, you're not dead?" Jack said, standing up. I stepped towards him and he began to circle me, looking up and down. He poked my shoulder and then pinched my arm.

"Ow!" I screamed, and then slapped him in the face, lightly.

"I probably deserved that one. So I'm not dreaming?" He asked as he rubbed his cheek.

"Jack!" I screamed again; I was exasperated. I decided: to Hell with whoever's watching. I was going to kiss him. I grabbed him by one of his belts and pressed my lips to his.

He pulled back a few seconds later, but only to rest his forehead on mine. "You taste like rum, just like you used to." He smiled at me with that overly confident grin. I had found him.