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Jack came back to my cabin at lunchtime. He informed me that we had passed the whirlpool and were back in the Carribean.

"Where are the kiddies?" he said after he finished his report.

I sipped my tea. "They're already finished eating. I sent them below deck to braid some rope."

Jack picked up an apple from the table setting. "Perfect." He chewed it. "There's something that I wanted to talk to you about."

I stirred a lump of sugar into my tea. "What is it?"

"You said that you had an encounter with Lord Beckett and Norrington."

I replied with my mouth full of toast. "Is there a question in that?"

"Perhaps." He finished the apple and threw the core out one of my windows. "I know that they asked you a question about your loyalty." He lifted up his right sleeve to reveal his 'P' brand. "They asked me the same one, and I answered that my loyalty was to being a pirate." He sat down on the table next to me. "What did you answer? Did you choose loyalty to the crown, or to dear old Jack Sparrow?"

I sipped my tea again and avoided his eyes. "What does it matter?"

"I just want to see where my wife's loyalty stands."

"It doesn't matter, Jack." Jack quickly grabbed me and pinned me on the ground.

"You picked the crown, didn't you?" I didn't answer. I slowly placed my right hand on my stomach and pulled my sleeve up to reveal...my own 'P' brand. Jack was speechless.

"I'm a pirate, Jack. Just like you."

Tears came from his eyes. "Eight years ago, you would have picked the crown."

I smiled. "I know. But when the moment came, I realized that my loyalty is to you, my husband, and no one else." I reached out and wiped the tears from his cheek. "Well, say something!"

For a few minutes, he couldn't get anything out. "Will you...marry me again?"

I burst into my own tears and captured his lips in a kiss.

Barbossa's voice rang out from outside. "Captain! There's trouble ahead!"

I ended the kiss and sighed. "I'll be right out."

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Jack and I came out.

"What's the trouble, Mr. Barbossa?"

One of the crew suddenly screamed and shouted: "The Flying Dutchmen!"

"Well, I guess that answers my question."

The cursed ship covered with sea life was closing in on us. We had the advantage of the wind, but I wasn't in the mood for running.

"Barbossa! Slow down!"

"Are you daft, Captain Amanda?"

I smiled. Captain Amanda. Hey, wait...daft? "Do as I say, Barbossa."

"Aye, Captain."

I leaned over to Jack. "Jack, get the heart."

"Are you sure about that, luv? You might be rushing it."

"Trust me, Jack."

He stared into my eyes for a second. "Alright, luv. Be right back."

I sent the children below deck and Elizabeth volunteered to look after them. Will joined me.

"Amanda, I have business to discuss with Davy Jones."

"What about?"

"My father."

My head shot up. "What about your father?" His answer was cut off as Jack came back and The Flying Dutchman sailed up to us, so close I could see the sweat on Davy Jones's face.

I sighed. "Well, here goes nothing."

Davy Jones smiled at Jack, who stood beside me.

"Jack Sparrow, back from the depths, I see?"

Jack smiled. "Yes. The wife here saved me." He motioned towards me.

"Did she now?" He smiled and his tentacles wiggled. "Well, isn't that romantic?"

Jack grinned. "Only at night." I elbowed him in the stomach and stepped forward.

"Davy Jones, I have business to discuss with you."

"What business would that be, Mrs. Sparrow?"

"It is a private matter, Davy Jones, between you, Jack, me and Will Turner."

Davy Jones sighed. "Very well."

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