[OT: I greatly apologize for the eighth chapter that has been posted for who knows how long. I'm very embarrassed for those who read it. Most you probably went, "What?" For those of you who fortunately are reading the 8th chapter for the first time, I was briefly viewing my stories when I stumbled upon the fact that the ending for this fic was copied from the prequel, "Rendezvous with the Turners and a Sparrow" and immediately deleted it. I have no idea how or why it happened because I swear I posted the real eighth chapter at some point. So here it is, concocted from my memory, the final chapter. Enjoy and I am truly sorry for the glitch

Elizabeth and Jack hopped out of the longboat in the morning haze, and the woman's tear stained cheeks strained while her eyes focused on their mission. After lugging the longboat onto the gritty shore they collapsed, and their moist backs were quickly encrusted with sand. Neither expressed sentiments, but the pair silently propped themselves up on their elbows at the same time, their heavy breathing keeping each other awake.

The blazing sun ascended out of the sea-line, warming the breeze and drying the pair's soaked clothing. The blond haired woman yanked her lavender dress up to her knees, where the material shrouded around her thighs and hips. Jack greedily stole glances at her tan legs, noting the definition of muscles while Elizabeth grinned slightly at her recent memories, especially those concerning Will, and whispered her husband's name subconsciously.

"What was that?"

The pirate's voice disturbed the silence and Elizabeth shook her head. "Nothing. Nothing at all."

"I s'pose I shall leave before the boy awakes."

"Yes, that would probably be wise. He tends to make a scene when an intimate friend leaves. I was stunned whenWilliam didn't wail and weep when we left the Flying Dutchman." Her tone was almost feeble, giving way to her concerns that William would never truly know his father.

"Ah," Jack replied as the man staggered to his feet, wiping off the particles from his arms and legs, "William really only knows the myth- the legend you could say, of his other parental. In time the lad will grow fonder of said father."

Elizabeth rose and nodded solemnly as she stepped toward the longboat, where William still soundly slept. The woman returned to Jack's side and opened her palm, revealing the beige and black compass. "I almost forgot to return this. I am sure you will need it on your next quest."

"Indeed, Mrs. Turner." After placing the palms of his hands together in a thank you, he grabbed the compass and let it dangle in the air for a moment. "Are you certain you do not desire to cast one last look upon the compass? After all, your heart may yearn for a bit of freedom out on the sea, ey?"

"Nay, Jack, my desire is to remain her, devoted to my son and my husband."

"Very well then, I'll be on my way." He rapidly bound the compass to his leather belt, smiled, and then swiveled around. Elizabeth followed him, swerving in front of the man complacently. With tears welling in her eyes, she embraced the captain before he even had a chance to flee. "Promise to come back. We'll miss you."

His answer was at first unspoken as his ring swamped fingers wrapped around her back awkwardly. "I thought I told you once was enough, darling." Jack felt Elizabeth's shoulders quiver in laughter and tears as her head rested against him. "I'll be back in no time, love. And you be sure to tell young William that I've got me eye on the Turners. You can count on that."

She released the man, took a step backward, smiled tenderly at the pirate and said, "Goodbye, Jack Sparrow, and thank you."

"Oh, no, Elizabeth, thank you." He removed his leather hat, bowed his head, and began to stroll away. He suddenly gazed over his shoulder and approached her gently with his words. "Are you sure you don't want-"

"I'm sure, Jack. I'll see you soon."

They turned in opposite directions. Captain Jack Sparrow strutted toward his sloop with charts unfurled and a compass spinning erratically, and Elizabeth Turner heaved the boy from the boat, positioned him over her shoulder, and allowed the thumping chest to sway at her waist. The woman ambled toward her quaint cottage, reflecting upon the past few months and occasionally kissing her son gently on the head. After entering William's chamber, she set the chest on the table at the foot of the boy's bed and then curled up with her son, snuggling beneath the blankets.

"Mama," the lad whispered, realizing that it was much too early to actually awake, "I had a wonderful dream..." He paused, as if contemplating the reality of it all. "I will miss Jack... and Dad."

The last word: Dad. Oh what that word meant. Elizabeth silently rejoiced and then murmured into the boy's ear, interlacing her fingers with William's chubby hand. "That was not a dream at all, William. We ventured to the underworld and met your father, and we experienced things that are inescapably extravagant." Elizabeth felt her son's chest rise and fall until she knew he had drifted back into slumber. After cuddling with the boy for some time, she sat up and reached for the chest, immediately patting it. "Oh, Will, we will meet again." She whispered the last words, "Sunrise, sunset. Waiting at the horizon."