A/N: Literally the longest I have ever gone without a post! I am so sorry! Anyway, I am going to post the rest of what I have and say goodbye to the FanFic Kingdom that I have been at for a few years now. So sorry! But please enjoy!

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN POTC!

"Where is it?" Davy Jones bellowed.

"Where's what?" Barbossa snapped. He didn't liked to be strong armed, not by a bloody crab.

"You, you know where it is! Where did Sparrow hide it?!" Jones pointed at Will.

"If he had it, you'd be dead." Will had a feeling of immense hate.

Jones then looked at Elizabeth. There was no fear in her eyes, very strong eyes, incredibly cold eyes. "And how about you?"

"Jack Sparrow is dead. We don't know where the heart is, or who has control over it." Davy Jones turned in anger. "Your deal with him is done."

"Destroy this ship! Kill everyone on board!" Davy Jones then was suddenly on his ship shouting orders.

"Ready the guns!" Barbossa bellowed.

The ship shuddered under the first blasts of attack. Elizabeth fell and skid across the deck and the blast nearly sent the ship sideways.

Will held his footing and held out his cutlass ready for the battle. He saw Elizabeth near the rail…

"Elizabeth!" A large blast blew above her, tearing apart the top portion of the Captain's quarters.

When the dust settled, she was gone. "Elizabeth!" With all of the fighting he fought to that rail. He saw her in the water, sinking downwards.

Will jumped into the water and fought the strong ocean waves to dive down to her. She kept sinking and sinking…

Will struggled for air and realized he couldn't save her, couldn't rescue her…she was gone…

Will surfaced and saw that the fighting had stopped and the Flying Dutchman was gone. Gibbs threw Will a rope and pulled him up. "Where's Elizabeth?"

Will said nothing in shock and in anger. "The sea took her."

Will shoved past Gibbs and the rest of the crew in an effort to hide his swelling eyes, he failed her, he couldn't save her.

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Elizabeth felt the darkness swallow her. She couldn't fight, and the necklace around her neck weighed her down like an anchor.

Suddenly she saw her father…with her mother.

'I'm dead…' Was all Elizabeth could think as the darkness made her heart suddenly heavy. Will…she wanted Will…

Then she felt a sudden rush of light and color. Then dread.

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"We will start with these coordinates." James said to his first mate as he handed him a piece of paper.

"Aye sir."

James looked over the ocean, not a spit of land for miles upon miles, and James relished in it. When he couldn't see land, he felt more powerful, more in control. It was when things got in the way, people, battles, did his plans go wrong.

James still had no idea what he was going to do. Bring Elizabeth and Will back would solidify their deaths…and surely Elizabeth would want revenge for her father's death…

James still had no idea.

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Bootstrap Bill Turner was currently occupying the one cell in the brig of the Flying Dutchman. He overheard about Jack's death, and the sudden rush to find the heart of Davy Jones.

It was missing.

Bill smiled slightly. Bastard got what he deserved. However, Bill didn't want this new hunt to involve his son.

A sudden clashing of steps and noise brought Bill's head up. Two members of the crew were bringing in someone, and another was opening the cell.

They roughly tossed in the body and left, very solemn. Bill knew whoever this person they put in the brig was important, Bill knew this person was alive.

Bill crawled over and flipped the body over and gaped in shock. This person was a woman. She had long brown hair, and looked as if she had been hurt badly.

But he hadn't taken her to his crew, instead Davy Jones kept her alive. But why?

Bill looked at her a bit closer. She was wearing Calypso's necklace, she represented the woman that broke Jones's heart, and now she was wearing it.

Bill suddenly felt sad. This woman was going to be kept alive, sure enough, but she was going to remain a prisoner here forever.

Bill brushed his hand over the woman's forehead and heard her moan softly. "Will…" She said breathlessly.

"No darling…" The young woman's eyes fluttered open and focused on his.

She then screamed and pulled herself up and sat as far away from him as she could. "I'm dead."

"No your not. You're aboard the Flying Dutchman."

"Oh God, then I am dead." She rolled her eyes and threw her head back.

"No…you're very much alive, especially with that around your neck." She glanced down and touched the necklace.

"I don't understand."

"What's your name?" Bill asked.

"Elizabeth Swann. What are you doing here…mister?"

"Turner, Bill Turner. I crossed Jones while saving my son…" Both stared at each other for a long time.

"You're Will's father." Elizabeth said.

"How do you know about Will?"

"I'm his fiancé…" Bill sat back in wonder, his boy getting married.

"Then I best find a way to get you out of here, and back to him." Elizabeth hesitated speaking, but then kept her mouth shut.

"You know, we have nothing to do but talk."

"He may not want me back…" Bill watched her put her head in her hands and cry.