Authors note: This story takes place inbetween 'DMC' and 'At Worlds End'. As always Disney owns everything that POTC and I own nothing. Please R&R.

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Jack's POV

Their lips were locked in the heat of Passion for the first time in their lives. Where it was coming from he didn't quite know. Who was he to argue when a beautiful example of a woman as she, as she threw herself at him in such a time and place. It was shear heaven as there tongues danced together as they explored each others mouths as they slowly backed away from where the others were climbing down into the only long boat that was still in tack. He head was beginning to swim as he drunk in the heady wine of her kiss but the sudden feel of cold iron locked around his wrist was enough to bring him back to reality. She had only used the Kiss as a distraction from what she had to do, securing him to the main mast of his ship.

He knew that she wasn't at all sorry for what she had done to him, nor was he sorry for retuning the kiss as he did. It was the only thing she could think of to insure the safe escape of the remainder of the crew, all seven of them. His fate was inevitable and it is only right the Captain went down with his ship...Wasn't it? Well if this was to be his fate, he sure as hell wasn't going to go down with out one last fight. Pulling out his cut-less he reached over and slipped the end of it threw the handle of a near by lantern and brought it close to him. Raising it up with his free hand he brought it down slamming it agents the mast, shattering it completely as to coat his hand with oil so that he could free himself.

Once he was free he picked up his sword as the beast from the depths raised its tentacles high above his beloved ship. Rushing over to the starboard side of the ship, with his cut-less drawn ready to face the creature that was slowly rising out of the water in front of him. With out an ounce of fear in him he raised up his sword and leaned forward as the gigantic jaws of the beast opened up revealing a mouth full of rows and rows of sharp teeth and smaller tentacles began to surround him pulling him to his fate. The giant tentacles came crashing down around the ship pulling it into the depth as it lowered it's self back into the Blue Caribbean waters.

The seven people in the long boat watched in horror as their dearest friend and his ship disappeared from sight. Many tears were shed over the loss of a Pirate who turned out to be a "good man" after all.

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My POV: Date, August 1, 2006

The sun was shinning brightly and the sounds of children laughing and water splashing could be heard only a few yards away from where I sat. Looking up from the Steven King novel, Four Past Midnight (the one with Johnny Depp on the cover from his movie The Secret Window), I watched my two daughters play in the shallow waters of the Lake Ontario. They both loved the water and were ex-tactic over my buying a house that was not that far from the beach. Life had been rough on the three of us the last couple of years and I thought that we needed a change of location and a new start on life.

You see I was a single mother working two jobs, both of which were based out of my house so I didn't have to worry about finding a babysitter. Both of my daughters were conceived from different fathers.

My eldest just turned nine this past July. I was still in high school when I got pregnant for her. Her father had forced me to agree to keep my pregnancy a secret from both of our family's for fear of what they would say or do. All he could ever talk about was " getting rid of it" but when I reached my fourth month ,and we had both turned eighteen, he dumped me and said that he "couldn't handle the responsibility of being a father". That's his loss, I had a beautiful baby girl that I named Haley.

My youngest is three and a half. Her father (if you could even consider him as one) is a different story. When I first met him, he was sweet and could say all the right things to get a girl to fall in love with him. After only a few dates, he told me that the friend he was living with was moving out of town and he needed a place to stay. Ignoring my family's warning about him I aloud him to move in with Haley and I. Before I knew it, we like one happy family, he was so good with my daughter that I felt as if he was truly the man we both needed in our lives. All of that changed once I found out that I was pregnant with his child!

From the very moment that I told him that I was pregnant he was no longer the man I had fallen in love with. He began beating me and demanding me to do things that my mother had told me never to do as a child. he began to verbally abuse me and calling me all kind of degrading names. The one thing that relay threw me for a loop was that he would only do these things when Haley wasn't around, even though he despised the child that was growing inside of me that he had a hand in creating, he cherished my eldest daughter.

Things had grown steadily worse between us until he was arrested for theft and was sent away to prison. Every letter was completely different than the other, for example, he would be confessing his undying love for me one moment and tell me how he would get a good job and we could raise our child together and in the next he would tell me nothing but how he hated me and that he would use the law to take the child away from me and that if I didn't take him back that he would kill himself.

Needless to say that once my youngest daughter was born, whom was named Angel. I was so afraid for our safety that I left his name off the birth certificate. I only write to him once and that was only to let him know that his child was born and was completely healthy. I also told him that because of what he had done to me that he was no longer welcome in my home and that if he stepped one foot on my property that I would have his arrested for trespassing. it was over a year and a half later that he began calling me and telling me that he was going to come after me and my children.

That was then, now here I am in a new house far from where I use to live. For the first time I could feel safe with letting my daughter run around out in the yard and play, with out the ever looming fear of if and when "he" will show up. My personal life is non existent, I'm too afraid of letting any man inside of my heart for fear of getting hurt worse than I already had been. Even though I would go out with a guys hear and there I would never give them a chance to ever get close to me. If a man ever told me that he loved me I was always freeze up and tell him to leave me and my children alone and never speak to me again. I would rather live my life alone and with only the love my children could give me. Than to risk bringing in a man that would only hurt us