Author's Note: Oh my, oh my. I do indeed certainly suck... I KNOW. I know. I deserve a huge earful for being this late to update! I'm so very sorry! But I have a delicious new chapter for those of you still sticking around. (: I appreciate your patience so very much! With love, please enjoy chapter eleven.

Chapter Eleven.

Back at the Pearl, all the ships were being prepared. No sleep will be dreamt tonight. I stared at Jack as he twirled his moustache over and over again, not really realizing my presence at the doorway.

Walking up from behind him, I stated, "Your father seems like quite the charming gentleman."

Looking up at me, a nostalgic smirk drew up on his lips, "Oh yes, I raised him quite well. Taught him a few of me own tricks."

Trying to prevent the tears in my eyes from forming, I gently touched my hand to his, smiling sadly from the worry of what was to come when the sun will rise.

As soon as our hands connected, he pulled me firmly to him and pushed us together, pressing our lips together as though he wasn't getting enough of his favourite drink.

Breaking apart, his voice raspy, he swiftly moved to my neck, approaching my collarbones and shoulders. His hands desperately sought comfort under the layers of my satin dress. Gasping against his touch, my sight turned hazy with passion.

Bringing his lips back to meet mine, he pushed our bodies onto the bed, which groaned at the sudden weight. Rolling on top of me, and pulling the laces apart hurriedly until he could free my body from material, and pinning my hands from attempting to touch him, his eyes melting my heart, he whispered, making utterly sure I could hear him, "This is the moment I will be thinking of when I slay Jones."

Not waiting for my reply, he pushed himself against me, continuing our desires, while clutching onto me.

He was still holding me, his grasp firm as the shouts above confirmed that dawn was upon us.

Knowing it was time, I started to pull away, only to have him resist.

His hands firmly on my cheeks, he made me stare into his smoldering eyes, "Gin."

I nodded slowly, knowing that this could be the last moment between us.

Leaning forward, I kissed him softly one last time, "…Jack."

All of our ships, ready and prepared were set on the sea, facing the horizon, waiting for them… the enemy.

We all stood on decks, waiting… watching.

Finally seeing ships dotted across, a crew man shouted, "The enemy is here! Let's take them!"

A roar erupted in enthusiasm, but then stopped short as what seemed a thousand more ships floated into sight.

Me, Elizabeth, Jack and Barbossa marched across the small pit of sandy land, towards Beckett, Will, and Jones.

We all wore looks of narrowed eyes, and suspicious smirks, while daring to look directly into one another's betraying gazes.

"You be the cur that led these wolves to our door," Barbossa nearly spat at Will.

"Don't blame Turner; he was merely the tool of your betrayal, if you wish to see its grand architect, look to your left."

We all shifted our gaze to left only to stare at Jack, and he too, swiveled his head to look left, but realizing he was the one being referred to, he caught us staring, "My hands are clean in this… figuratively."

"My actions were my own and to my own purpose," Will said, "Jack had nothing to do with it."

Jack grinned and supported, "Well said. Listen to the tool."

I piped up, and informed him, "Will, I've been aboard the Dutchman; I understand the burden you're bearing, but I fear that cause is completely lost."

"No cause is lost if there is but one fool left to fight for it," Will stated, as he stared hard at Jack.

Biting down on my tongue in anger towards him, Elizabeth shifted, obviously at the weight of an idea. I know how her mind works.

"If Turner wasn't acting on your behalf, then how did he come to give me this?" Beckett questioned as he produced a compass out his pocket.

Barbossa sighed in exasperation.

"You made a deal with me Jack, to deliver the pirates. And here they are. Come on, don't be bashful, step up. Claim your reward."

I rolled my eyes at him sternly, as I discovered this.

Jones added, "Your debt to me is still to be satisfied. One hundred years in servitude aboard the Dutchman, as a start."

"That debt was paid, mate. With a some help," Jack gestured around me to Elizabeth.

I furrowed my brows at the memory.

"You escaped."

"Technically…-"

Elizabeth interjected, "I propose an exchange."

I whipped my head at her and halted her, "Oh, what? Another one of your brilliant ideas to help save us all?"

Her eyes flashed in anger and embarrassment, "…Will leaves with us, and you can take Jack."

"Done." Will confirmed immdediately.

Jack tumbled out, "Undone!"

Beckett repeated, "Done!"

Hissing out at them, "Not done, Elizabeth, is your cause

and burden to bear all about ruining everything? Really, quite the peachy idea you've got stewing in your head, but I really am not about to lose Jack because of you again."

Barbossa supported me, "Jack's one of the nine pirate lords, you have no right!"

"King." Elizabeth stated sure of herself.

"I beg your bloody pardon?" I gaped at her.

"We're sisters. And share the same name, so we also share the right to make the King's decisions."

I fumbled out, trying to figure out the logic behind all this, all the while Jack already bowed down in mockery, "As commanded, your ridiculous nibs."

Barbossa cried out, while whipped his sword out, cutting of the nineth piece, "Blackgaurd!"

Jack stood shocked as Barbossa walked up to him, "If ye have something to say, I might be saying something as well."

"First to the finish, then?"

Jack and Turner stared venomously at each other as they crossed sides.

Jones taunted him, "Do you fear death?"

Staring at me, making me aware of the distance between us, "You've no idea."

Beckett stepped forward and warned us one last time, "Advise your Brethern, you can fight, and all of you will die. Or you can not fight, in which case, only most of you will die."

Elizabeth and me faced him, "You murdered our father and trapped the ones we love."

"He chose his own fate."

"And you have chosen yours." Elizabeth retaliated.

She started to walk back as I stared at Beckett and mustered my most calm voice as I spat out, "We will fight. And you will die."

"So be it."

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