Hey guys. Imma upload the whole series. There is a epilogue after this one. I'll update it.

xJill Lovett: Erm… haha. I didn't mention it but she had gotten it in Tortuga after Jack made her walk the plank. Yeah…

SailorSorcerer: It's okay. I'll be quite busy cos I have exam coming up. I'm going to update this whole story so I can study without feeling guilty with leaving you guys on the line.

Yeah, I have to study so I won't be able to update in a while. Maybe after 21st June.

Disclaimer: I do not own anything from POTC. I own Katherine White.

Chapter eight. Sacrifice March, 1697

Kate was simply hitching a ride on a ship when she saw a ship that looked curiously like the Black Pearl being attacked by one of the Navy ships. "Should we help them?" She asked the captain. He raised his brows. "That's the ship of Captain Jack Sparrow." She informed him. Little did this captain know that with every word she spoke of Sparrow's name that it pained her greatly. He turned the ship around and dropped her off to the Pearl. "You may help him." He replied as he turned his own ship around.

She ran to Anamaria. "Anamaria! What's happening?" She asked. The girl looked at her. "Kate! Where'd you come from? Help us!" She cried as she turned to fight another soldier. She didn't know what to do. She tried to look for Jack. She spotted him, but she couldn't find a weapon. He was fighting another soldier. She watched as they exchanged swords. She watched in horror as a man almost stabbed Jack in the back. She looked between the man and Jack. Desperately, she threw herself in between them, unable to see him getting hurt.

Impossible pain shot through her stomach and extended all over her body. She screamed. As soon as Jack heard the scream, he whipped around after he killed the one he was fighting. A feminine form slumped to the floor in pain. He finished the other one and caught her in his arms, bringing her over to where they could stay for a bit. He raised her chin. His eyes widened. "Katherine!" He exclaimed. He ripped open her dress in the middle, looking at the wound. Her lips were white from the pain. Blood was pouring out from her wound, and she was about to die soon.

"Jack." She whispered. "No. No you can't die." He said desperately, feeling a sharp pain at the left side of his chest. He ignored it. "I will." She replied. "I should have died years ago."

He shook his head. "No, you shouldn't. It is me who should be dying." He said. Kate shook her head. "Do me a favour, Jack. Remember me. Really remember me, not like last time. Or maybe I can stay at the back of your mind. Even if you forget me, just remember someone loved you back then." He frowned. "I love you!" He exclaimed desperately as he watched the life drain away from her. "No, you don't. You never did. You never would have." She said weakly. "Leave now Jack. Let go of me. Save yourself. I won't live anyway. It's my last wish. Let go." She faltered a bit. He shook her. "No. I won't leave you." He persisted. He never until now realized how he felt for Katherine White. He loved her.

"Let. GO." She said, stronger. She coughed up a little blood. Jack stroked her cheek. "It was me who had you that night in the bar, Kate. It was me. Do something, get angry at me, or slap me." He stopped to take a look at her reaction. She merely smiled forgivingly as a drop of tear spilled over her cheek. He wiped it away. "Come on, do something!" He screamed. She shook her head. Gathering the rest of her strength, she mouthed I forgive you.

Love is destructive. This was the sentence that floated in her mind, along with a thousand echoes of Jack all over and over again. I love you. She couldn't say it, what was wrong with her? Why couldn't she find her voice? "I raped you, aren't you mad at me?" He screamed yet again. She tried to move her head, it was too heavy. NO. She thought desperately. She couldn't say it, she couldn't say she forgave him. She couldn't say she was glad it was him. Her thoughts were cut off mid-sentence.

The hand that had been grasping his went limp and her eyes fell close. He shook her with no avail.

Tears were blurring his sight. He did her final wish. He laid her down on the floor and he let go of her. With new found strength, he pulled his sword out and started fighting. They killed her. The Navy killed her, he had to have revenge.

After he killed most men, he went to retrieve her body.

When he went back, she wasn't there. He looked frantically everywhere. He couldn't find it. She was taken. He screamed at the sky and the ocean. He screamed at everything that got in his way. The love of his life died and it was his fault.

He broke down and cried.

Jack Sparrow's crying? What had I done?

Okay, so I almost cried while writing this too. It's kinda sad...