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Sorry about not updating for awhile. I just didn't have the right energy to try and work on finishing this chapter. The story is almost finally finished everyone. I hope you enjoy the chapter and I really hope it was worth the wait.

The further down Jack swam, the darker it became. He could still hear Norrington paddling somewhere behind him so at least he knew he wasn't alone in this. However, he didn't know quite how much longer he'd be able to last; his lungs already felt like they were on fire. The end was coming and there was nothing he could do about it!

This wasn't how he wanted to go out; he needed to complete his legend. The heat of battle; that was where it was best to die. Or at the very least in the arms of a beautiful wench after completing a night of absolutely passionate and erotic love making drunk off his bottom. Not on the bottom of the sea with a bloody naval officer swimming to his side and poking him on the shoulder.

"Sparrow! Sparrow breathe man!"

"Not now I'm bloody dying over here!" Jack said pushing the man's hand off of him.

"Sparrow as odd as this sounds you are not dying. And I can talk properly again in case you hadn't noticed that either!"

Jack did a double take but indeed Norrington was in fact speaking to him and breathing. Jack himself took several deep breaths allowing his lungs to fill up but with what? "How exactly are we able to breathe?" he asked.

"Must have something to do with the Triangle. I don't know but its better that we don't question this and continue on our way. I think we're getting closer to something," James said pointing in the direction they were going.

"How can you tell?"

Jack looked over his shoulder and there stood some sort of giant castle-like structure which seemed to be made out of rock and...was that coral?

"Off we go then," Jack said and he swam right up to the front door and knocked.

Norrington took a good look around and shook his head. "No, something doesn't feel right about this."

"Everything doesn't feel right about this. Nothing else we can do though but ask around," Jack said before knocking yet again.

The doorway opened and there was nothing but darkness within. Jack was the first over the threshold and the door slammed shut behind him.

"Bugger," he muttered loudly, pounding on the door with his fists.

From outside he could hear Norrington doing the same thing. "Bloody Sparrow; I wasn't through yet!"

"I know that!" Jack said giving the door one final smack. Sighing Jack yelled that he was going to take a look around and that he would get back as soon as he could.

"You'd better Sparrow; I didn't come all this way to just stare at rocks."

Making his way to another room, Jack still couldn't get over the fact that everything around him was underwater. It was an odd sensation, but not totally unwelcomed. Jack wished that he had something to light his path and just as suddenly as he wished it, there was a tiny pinprick of light at the end of a long tunnel.

"How's that for timing," he said.

He made his way down and there was a closed door before him. The light was coming out of keyhole that Jack looked through. There sat AnaMaria, tied to a chair while something that looked to be half man and half fish creature with a spear in its hand stood guard over her. Just by looking at her, Jack could tell that she was yelling all sorts of obscenities at the creature, this situation, Jack Sparrow himself. Not that he minded of course; it was nice to be thought of.

"Time for the big rescue then," he murmured.

He stood at his full height and kicked the door open.

Jack awoke to find himself disoriented and tied up. "What happened?"

"I'll tell you what happened," AnaMaria angrily said somewhere to his left, "you kicked open the door and the creature just electrocuted your sorry arse. Tell me the truth; do you ever use your brains?"

"I use my brains fairly often thank you and I'll have you know that I was coming here to save your pretty little arse Missy."

"Well you're doing a bang up job of it so far, I'll tell you that."

While grunting to himself, Jack began to try and undo the ropes that were beginning to cut off the circulation in his legs. Thankfully his sword was still at his side and his hands were tighed in front him giving him the chance to cut through the rope on his feet before trying to figure out how to get it off of his wrists. Well, he was flexible so the best way was to hold the sword between his boots again. Free of his bindings, Jack immediately set out to help Ana as well.

"Do you know the way out of here?" she asked, rubbing her wrists to get the feeling back.

"Well…it's not the way I got in."

"Oh we are going to be here awhile."

Suddenly Jack remembered something or rather someone. "Oi, Norrington," he shouted at the top of his lungs.

After a few seconds of silence both Jack and Ana heard a somewhat muted 'What?' from outdoors.

"Swim to the top floor window and help get us out of here," Jack shouted again.

"You really think that's going to work?" Ana asked shrewdly.

Moments later they could already hear the tell-tale sounds of James Norrington working his hardest to open the window.

"I have a feeling everything is going to be just fine," Jack said, giving her his trademark grin.

I have a feeling that the next chapter will be the last one. Thank you for reading everyone. Let me know what you thought about it.