Chapter 10: Pirate

"Good bye Mrs Turner."

It was all over already and Helen didn't believe it really. After all that build up. To think the battle for the seas was over. And she had come off… ok-ish.

She had a flesh wound on her right hip and it was painful she had to say, but Hector had been near her and had killed the pirate who had been trying to kill herself swiftly and now it was done. They had won. The pirates of the Caribbean were once again safe.

Elizabeth and Will were going off for there one day together, now he was captain of the Flying Dutchman. Well she knew what it was like to be parted from the man you loved for ten years. Not nice. And she wasn't going to have to go through it again.

But at least Miss Elizabeth was going to get to say good bye in a good way. In the best way. Her and Will were always going to be true to each other.

"I hope to see you soon Helen." She said as she passed her and Helen nodded to her King. After the battle she had engaged in she was calling herself a pirate and she was doing so with pride.

She watched as Elizabeth left the ship and had one last playful banter with Jack before she did so. Helen then turned to Hector and breathed a sigh of relief. It was really done and she could let herself look in to the future now truly, and she knew it was all going to be about them from now on.

He opened his arms and embraced her. It was over now, really over the past ten years. Kissing her fore head he smiled.

"What do you say we go and get our kids now?" he asked.

"Yes." She nodded in to him. That was the only thing she wanted to do. Be with them and him. It felt as if her life was falling in to place now. Just to embrace them and not let go again. That was all she wanted.

"Yeah." He muttered in agreement as he took in a deep breathe holding her close to him.

"We're going to be good this time." She said to him. "Or I am." She said to him.

"Well I don't think I am ever going to be that." He said to her honestly. Goodness was not to be found in a pirate.

Love, on the other hand…

"No. I wouldn't want you to be. If you were good, you would not be my Hector. And that you will be for eternity."

"And you my Helen, but this talk. It isn't you…your not this – touchy." He said to her, his wickedness shining through his eyes.

"No I am not. But I just wanted to tell you. I love –"

"As I do you. Now, you should go and lay down."

"Is that all you think about?"

"Nay, I didn't mean fer me to come as well."

"Then what's the point?" she pouted.

"For you to rest."

"Ok." She said to him kissing him.

Turning to the stairs that would lead her down to there cabin she sighed happily. This was every thing she had ever wanted.

Turning back though just as she was about to disappear down stairs she turned to Hector.

"Do you remember that day on the b each, when we drunk the rum. You were late because you were getting it." she asked.

"Yes." He nodded. He remembered.

"I asked you how you'd describe me. Has it changed." She asked. "Over the years, have I changed?"

"Yes you have my sweet."

"Then how would you describe me today?" shr asked.

He smirked and the word that had been dying to roll off his tongue in to her direction at last did.

"Pirate."

THE END

Sorry the ending is so short it just felt so fitting when I thought of it. Kind of like a full circle.

I hoped you enjoyed reading this!