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As always I'm forced to write my worst nightmare onto this so that people know I'm not claiming this as my own. So I don't own any of the characters. There. I said it. Fine. Are you happy now??? runs of crying

Chapter 3: The End is Nigh

Davy strutted out of the office, as much as a creature with a wooden leg can strut, feeling rather pleased with himself for the first time in many long years. Today was the day that he was going to satisfy his vengence on Jack Sparrow. Today he was going to kill the thing dearest to dear ole Cap'an Jack Sparrow, and he was going to enjoy watching it happen. Strutting up to the keel he looked down at his crew who had conjegted at his order.

A strong wind grew and blew across the deck of the Flying Dutchman, stirring the seaweed hair of some of the men. Above him the sky turned dark, and threatening, the first heavy rain drops feel and splatterd on the deck and the upturned faces of Davy's crew. Thunder cracked up ahead.

"Al' right you pack of maggots! You all know what to do, and I don't need to tell you the penalty for failing! We take the Pearl. The future Mrs Jack Sparrow and the man himself are not to be harmed in any way." He roared down at the deformed faces of his cursed crew. "Their kids are not to be harmed either, but bought to Mr Will Turner. Everyone else dies!" They cheered, or made the general sound of cheering as some of them were morphed past the stage of retaining working voice boxes. Davy need not say anything else so instead he turned and looked out over the sea. Somewhere out there was the black pearl. Somewhere out there was his victory. He smiled at the thought.

The crew behind him were already working hard, the Flying Dutchman lurched foreward as the sails were holisted and the wind bit in. It wouldn't be long now.

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Jack felt the wind pick up behind him, it was just moments ago a soft breeze, barely filling the sails as Jack desperately headed for land. He couldn't fight of the feeling of someone breathing down the back of his neck, his back tingled again as the wind picked up and not out of cold. The wind was bringing Davy closer, Jack could tell.

Lizzie had come up to help him and he had quickly sent get back to the cabin to find the closest island, doesn't matter which one, where, as long as it had sand and land! He was even willing to be the chief of another weird tribe as long as Lizzie and his boys were safe on land. He had sent her down bellow about half an hour ago, and she still hadn't emerged which meant that they were infact further away from land than he cared to think about. They had wondered out further into the ocean for some peace and quite, a sort of holiday for the family and the crew.

The wind was fast becoming a gale, which was good, Jack watched as the sails filled up and felt the Pearl lurch foreward with the extra push. Smiling nervously to himself he repeated positive thoughts in his mind. They would be fine. They would find land, They would live. There was no ifs, buts of maybes in this case.

As Jack spotted Lizzie's bound golden head he felt a thick droplet of water land on his cheek. Looking up he saw the sky had turned dark and behind him a sheet of rain was fast advancing. That should make things interesting, he thought, he knew that the storm was bringing Davy with it, but maybe it was the perfect advantage for the Pearl. The wind would push them faster away from the Flying Dutchman.

"Head north north east, there is a small island there. We are far away though." Lizzie stood next to Jack, leaning slightly against him, taking comfort from his warmth and strength. In her hand she held the map, clutching to it like it was their last hope. Jack could feel her fear and wrapped a reasurring arm around her and leaned his head against hers. Turning his head he kissed the top of her head

"It'll be right Lizzie. The wind will carry us safely to land, you'll see" He mummered into her hair. Lizzie held onto him a little tighter.

"I know it'll be." She replied softly, so softly Jack almost didn't catch it as it was taken away on the increasingly strong wind.

In truth Jack was scared, more scared then he had ever been in his entire life. Squeezing Lizzie tight one last time he sent her back to the cabin despite her loud protests. He had reasoned with her that with the storm and all that was happening the boys would need her, that he could handle things on his own. She had reluctantly agreed and Jack was watching her disappear out of sight when a crack of thunder startled him and he jumped.

Mr Gibbs was next to him then.

"Ca'pan" he yelled to Jack over the ever rising wind. Jack strained to hear what was said next but Gibb's words were lost on the wind. Instead Gibbs resorted to using hand signals and he was pointing behind him. Jack turned around and swore that his heart jumped into his throat.

Behind them, not far away at all the Flying Dutchman had emerged un-announced. Like a ghost ship had just appeared almost out of no where.

"Shit" Jack muttered under his breath and turned back to a very concerned looking Mr. Gibbs. "Take over Mr. Gibbs, Keep her on her heading but when I give the signal hard to startboard, understood?" He yelled right into Mr. Gibbs ear so that there would be no misunderstanding. Jack left Mr. Gibbs at the helm and jumped down the stairs, he had to get Lizzie and the boys some where safe, but where he didn't know. At least he had to tell Lizzie that he had failed and that he loved her.

he threw the doors open almost violently but they were ripped out of his hands by the wind and slammed against the walls. The noise startled Lizzie who looked up like a stunned mullet from her seat on the bed. That look quickly changed to one of worry and fear. She checked the boys to make sure they were asleep and made her way over to Jack, where he now was pouring himself a jug of rum. Just to calm his nerves of course!

"Whats wrong?" She asked quietly so the boys did not wake and hear.

Taking a swig from the jug and enjoying the sensation of the warmth travelling down to his gut he looked up at Lizzie.

"The Flying Dutchman has caught us" he said rather un-tactically. "We have to turn and fight, we can't out run her." he said then downed the rest of the jug. He couldn't look at Lizzie. Couldn't stand to see that look of disappointment that was surely to be on her face at his failing to keep them safe.

Lizzie took his hand and held it to her face, forcing him to look at her. He saw no disappoint meant, only love and fear. She faked a smile.

"you're the infamous Captain Jack Sparrow" She said proudly while looking into his deep brown eyes. "You did your best, we out ran him for six years. Abbandon ship?" she suggested lightly. Jack almost physically recoiled from her, but in his heart he knew that she was right. The only way to survive was to abandon the ship, give them at least a moments head start.

"Lizzie your right" Jack started, he was interrupted as a cannon ball wizzed past him and smashed into the nearest mast. There was a moment of silence, the world had gone still and then the there was a moaning sound, a crack and the mast started to sway in the intense wind. Jack felt himself holding his breathe as was the rest of the crew. Suddenly there was a terrible creaking noise as the mast snapped half way up. Jack watched horrified as it leaned backwards and crashed into the middle mast.

Jack cringed and turned around. The Flying Dutchman had come up faster than expected. There was no abandoning ship now.