Ok, a bit longer, but now I think you can figure out how the story plays out from here. XD

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Jack never had liked Fitzwilliam. Fitz deserved to be wounded, but Jack didn't mean to kill him- that was a little extreme. He thought Fitz would move out of the way quicker when Jack lunged at him with his sword. But he didn't. So now, Jack was silently waiting in fear, waiting for his old-friend-turned-enemy to die. Even worse was the fact that Jack couldn't hide this forever. Soon the Royal Navy would find out, adding to thier belief that Jack was a pirate.

Jack dug his nails into the boat's railing. He didn't want to think of himself as a pirate. He didn't want to be. But he was, no matter how much Jack tried to assure himself he wasn't.

Arabella walked up the stairs slowly, empty-handed. "I couldn't find anything to use as bandages," she explained to Jack, ashamed. She quickly looked at Fitzwilliam. He was bleeding less, but now blood covered the deck. His face was drained to a sickly white.

Arabella gasped. She ran over to Fitzwilliam. She muttered over and over, "Oh my god." She knelt down next to him and brushed his blonde hair out of his face tenderly.

Jack turned away in disgust. He hated how Arabella loved Fitz. Absoulutely hated it. Fitzwilliam only liked Arabella to bother Jack, and Arabella always fell for it. Call him jealous, but it made Jack sick.

A single tear streamed down Arabella's face. Fitzwilliam, half-conscious, coughed up more blood. "No!" Arabella pleaded. "No! Don't die! ...Please."

Finally Jack left the railing and walked up next to Arabella. "It's too late now," he stated grimly, peering over her shoulder to see Fitzwilliam.

Arabella looked at Jack. He could see that she was crying harder now. "It wasn't like this when Tumen died." she stuttered.

"No, it wasn't. Then again he also didn't bleed to death."

"And he came back when Cortez was defeated."

"Yeah..." Jack trailed off as he had a flashback of when they were on Snowy Island (better known as Isla Fortuna) and there was Left-Foot Louis, Cortez... The whole event played in his head. Then there was the time when Arabella kissed him...

Jack snapped back into the real world when Fitzwilliam coughed again. He tried to lift his head and say something, but only sputtered more blood. "Arabella..." he managed to mutter in a strange, gutteral tone.

Jack rolled his eyes. Fitzwilliam was dying and he still tried to win over Arabella.

Arabella sobbed harder. Feeling unconfortable, Jack slowly backed away and ran to the bow of the Barnacle II. He promptly climbed up onto the bowsprit and sat there, his gaze fixed on the horizon. He didn't want to have to bear to see Fitzwilliam die. Not even if he had once been his friend.

Jack sighed and closed his eyes. He wished it was all a dream, that none of it had really happened.

Jack opened his eyes again. Still, all he saw was the pristine Caribbean water and he could still hear Arabella crying.

Jack's heart wrenched. Of all the crazy pirate kings, sirens, ghosts of long-dead conquistadores, voodoo women, magic amulets, time-stopping watches, and mutinies, this was the first time Jack was seriously affected emotionally, and his life wasn't even on the line. It was Fitzwilliam's.

Well, Jack's life was on the line, too, once the Royal Navy found out. Then it would be over for him. They'd be chashing him all over the Caribbean until they could hang him. His future was looking pretty grim.

Jack closed his eyes again, letting the calm sound of the waves lull him to sleep.

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"...Jack?"

Jack jumped, startled. He almost fell off the bowsprit. He jumped unto the deck and faced Arabella. She stopped crying, but her face was wet with tears.

"He's gone." Arabella said.

Jack suddenly felt all the blood rush down from his head and his heart sank. He didn't say anything and kept his face calm. For some reason he didn't feel any better or worse since he first stabbed Fitzwilliam.

"Jack..." Arabella repeated again.

"Are you sure he's not breathing?" Jack peered over Arabella shoulder at Fitzwilliam.

"Yes." Arabella's voice started to get shaky and she sobbed softly again. She hugged him. Jack wasn't the kind of person who comforts someone else who's sad, but now he guessed he would have to.

After a while, Jack pushed Arabella aside and walked over to Fitzwilliam. He looked pretty dead. Jack poked his shoulder. "Fitz?" he asked. There was no reply.

"Now what?" Arabella's voice was still shaky.

"Bury him somewhere. We have to keep this a secret. If the Royal Navy finds out..." Jack trailed off.

"The Royal Navy?"

"Fitz was a spy for them. He came along with us so that he could turn me in to them since they thought I was a pirate."

"So the whole time Fitz was with us he was plotting to get ye?"

"Yeah."

Silence fell while the captain and first mate stood over their dead friend.

Jack broke the silence. "Well, time to head for the nearest island to bury him," he sighed.

Arabella ignored him, walking over to the boat's railing. Something caught her eye.

"What?" Jack asked curiously, squinting to see what it was out there.

"We've been spotted."

Jack replied impatiently, "Well, who is it!?"

"The Royal Navy."

Jack groaned. "WHY do they always appear when you don't want them to come!?"

"We'd better hide Fitzwilliam."

"Do that yourself, I'm going below decks to bang my head on the wall." Jack said angrily, running down the stairs.