Disclaimer: I don't own Pirates of the Caribbean.

Hey everyone….I just wanted to once again thank all of you for reading and reviewing A Whole New Horizon. I hope it was everything you hoped it would be. And now, I have this very cute epilogue in my head and let's hope it comes out as nicely in words as in my mind : )

Over a week had passed since Will and Jack had been plagued by the flu. Jack had taken another three days after his night of vomiting before finally being able to stand on the bridge of the Black Pearl, feeling the wind in hair and the spray of the sea on his face. Now in that glorious place, he stared at his ship, watching his crew work. He could feel something was wrong and it took him a moment to place what it was. Neither Will nor Elizabeth were in sight and Jack hadn't seen heads or tails of either of them since last night when Elizabeth had left the table without finishing her meal, followed by Will a few moments later.

"Master Gibbs!" Jack shouted and watched as the stout man dashed up the stairs and joined him on the bridge.

"Aye, Captain."

"Take the wheel, please." Jack, grabbing the bottle of rum sitting near the wheel, left without further instruction.

"Aye." Mr. Gibbs responded, although Jack wasn't listening. Taking a gulp of rum, Jack went off in search of Elizabeth and Will. After searching half the ship, he finally stumbled upon them in Elizabeth's cabin. Without bothering to knock, Jack threw the door open, figuring that if being Captain meant he couldn't go anywhere on his ship without knocking first, the title wasn't much more than permission to wear a tri-cone hat. Will jumped as the door flew open.

"Ah, Will, Elizabeth, I've been looking every where for you."

Jack strode into the small cabin, still clutching his precious bottle of rum.

"What's wrong with her?" he asked, staring at Elizabeth. Elizabeth was in bed, looking quite pale with a greenish tint to her skin. She had opened her eyes lazily when the door had opened but they had slid closed after a few seconds. In Will's opinion, it was pretty clear what was wrong with her.

"What do you think?" he asked, turning back to face Elizabeth. He began sponging down her face and neck, much like she had done to him, using a rag from a bucket that Jack now noticed on the floor.

Jack opened his mouth to return some quirky response but closed it before he could say something that would offend either one of them. After all, they had taken care of him patiently-or at least semi-patiently for a sum total of 5 days. Jack then opened his mouth again only to close it again. Finally, he held out the bottle of rum.

"You want some rum, Elizabeth?" Jack asked. Elizabeth cracked her eyes open and gave Jack a dull stare. Her face changed before she could say anything. Luckily, Will knew what that meant and was able to have something there for Elizabeth to vomit in. Jack crinkled his nose as she vomited. Will, on the other hand, held back Elizabeth's hair with his free hand and waited until she was done before lowering the bucket and soothingly rubbing her back. Jack waited until she was comfortable again before asking,

"So that's no to the rum, then?"

So I hope that was sufficient for you. As it is Thanksgiving weekend, I want to again share how thankful I am for all my readers and fellow writers. Being able to read and write is like being able to be whoever you want to be and to have as many adventures as you can think of and it's truly a great blessing.

On a different note, I have an idea for another POTC story but I can't decide if it's any good or not. Should it ever materialize, it would be entitled Pieces of Time and it would look at Jack's history and the stories of how he acquired so many of his effects, for example his reindeer bone, striped cloth sash and so on. Please review and let me know what you think of this idea! If it's popular enough, I'll write a chapter and see how it goes.

I hope you all have a blessed Thanksgiving and happy reading and writing!

~StoryLover18