-1Lord Cutler Beckett jumped at the sound of his door being flung open so hard it banged against the wall. He turned, retaining his calm demeanor. His eyes took in the sight of Jack Sparrow, Will Turner, and an unnamed black pirate dragging James Norrington in by his arms. As one, they flung him at the corrupt lord's feet, angry eyes boring holes into him. He watched as Mercer stepped to his side, prepared to fight.
"Hello, Beckett." Jack stepped forward and around Beckett's antique cherry wood desk, a smile on his face. Sparrow ran a hand down Beckett's cheek, planting a slight kiss on the man's lips. "Miss me?" Jack laughed and shook his hair out of his eyes.
"How did you escape Jones? He was to kill you." Beckett snarled these words into Jack's face and backed away.
"With the help of the Dutchman's new Captain, one Miss Elizabeth Swann. We've come for her father." The man's eyes widened and then shrunk to twin pools of evil satisfaction. Jack lifted his gun and pointed it at Beckett. As one, Mercer's gun trained on Jack, and Jess and Will's guns pointed at the Beckett and his bodyguard. Jack, Will and Jess all pulled their triggers and Mercer fell dead. Beckett, wounded in the shoulder and arm, fell to his knees. "Where is he?"
"You're too late. He's in the square about to be hung." He glared at Will Turner, who spun on his heel and ran from the room. Jess almost followed, but instead ran across the room, not wasting time with stairs and crowds, and leapt over the balcony's edge, landing and running the short distance to the center of town. Jack gripped Beckett by his shirt and dragged him to the balcony to better see what was to occur. He grabbed one of Beckett's expensive drapes and wrapped it thrice around Beckett's throat.
"They will be too late." Beckett growled. "And I want to see your face when you know you've failed. I want you to hurt, just as you hurt me all those years ago, when you worked for me…For the East India Company."
They watched as Will and Jess reached the Governor, and the older man smiled down at them as the Executioner pulled the lever and the ground swung out from under him. Jack looked away as Will shrieked in disbelief.
"I want you to know how it broke me when you betrayed me. You, beautiful and proud in the H.M.S. Wicked Wench." Jack winced at the use of the Black Pearl's original name. It seemed like a lifetime ago...
"I'm sorry, Cutler." Jack ripped away Beckett's wig, freeing the man's brown tresses, and pressing him against the railing, Cutler's back against his stomach. "I couldn't sail for you. I couldn't ferry slaves all my life. I couldn't be the man you wanted me to be, the man you've become."
"You could still be mine, Jack. We could take over Elizabeth…Own the sea as one."
"Now, considering the consequences and repercussions of such a romantic and profitable union, and the fact that you sicced Jones and his barnacle-encrusted crew, as well as his sea-beastie on me, I don't think I can trust you to remain true to your word."
"Jack, you loved me once. You know you can trust me." Cutler writhed against Jack, trying to turn the pirate's mind to sex and happier things…He could trust Beckett to take care of them, but what would it mean for he, Jess and Will, their newfound love and partnership?
"Yes. I can. You're dishonest, and a dishonest man, you can always trust to be dishonest. it's the honest ones you have to look out for…You never know when you've suddenly become one."
A tear fell from his eye, and with all of his anger and grief he lifted Beckett in both hands and threw him over the railing., the drape tightening and squeezing. Jack heard the man scream and the loud crack as his neck broke, cutting off all sound, and he walked from the room, to find Will.
He arrived in the city's center to find that only moments had passed. Will and Jess were fighting what seemed to be the whole of the British Royal Navy. Their crew had joined the fray, and Jack didn't see any of it. He looked up at the gallows and saw Governor Weatherby Swan hanging there. The sunlight shone in his eye, and he looked away, glancing back to find a swaying and frayed edge of rope.
"Jack, we have to get him out! Beckett's men are too many!" Jess yelled. Jack whirled and found Governor Swan fighting alongside Will and Jess. He looked up at the gallows and then down at the fighting again. He shook his head furiously.
"Too much rum."
He joined them and they fought their way up the stairs to the same fateful platform where once long ago, a friend had been unable to breathe…
"Never knew you knew how to fight, Mr. Swan," Jack gasped cheekily. The Governor looked at him and smiled self-deprecatingly.
"I had forgotten how. I've been so weak for so long." He laughed aloud and drove his sword through another soldier.
"Beckett's dead!" came a shriek from behind them, and all the fighting stopped as the men turned to see their Lord hanging from the banister. They turned again to the men they had been fighting and eyed Governor Swan, whose eyes were filled with a gleam none of them had ever seen.
"Governor Swan, you can either stay and try to explain this to His Majesty, and either be reinstated as Governor or sentenced to death, or any number of uncertain things…" Will began, but Jack cut him off.
"Or you can live a life of ill-repute as pirate on the open seas, away from these corrupt dealings, free and strong, always nearing the horizon, with us."
Governor Swann looked at them before stepping up on the ledge. He glared out on the soldiers.
"Gentlemen…" He ripped off his powdered wig and hat and tossed it to the ground. "You will always remember today as the day you almost hung the pirate, and traitor to the crown, Weatherby Swan."
"And his Captains, Jack Sparrow, Will Turner, and Jess Greengage!" And as a collective body, the four men leapt from the ledge into the sea. At the last possible moment, James Norrington ran through the crowd of shocked men and followed them over.
"Sparrow!" he shrieked as he fell. The foursome hit the water and all drifted up, the Pearl in the cove, awaiting them. They hung onto riggings that hoisted them up, and watched as Norrington slammed into the sharp rocks, dying instantly.
"Well, I was rooting for him, but I see it was to no avail," Jack muttered solemnly.
Back on the ship, the three men had shown Swan to his quarters, explained Elizabeth's absence, and had been shooed away when they apologized for the lack of comfort on board. Weatherby had since been seen making merry with the crew, a bottle of spiced Tortuga rum in hand, seemingly trying to forget his daughter's dismal situation. As they steadily put leagues between themselves and Port Royal, Jack, Will and Jess stumbled tiredly into the Captain's chambers. Clothes flew in every direction and within moments, they Jess and Will were on the bed. Jack stood back and watched for a moment, his eyes shining with happiness.
Will Turner and Jess Greengage kissed deeply, their erections already at full mast and sliding against each other. The moans covered Jack's skin in goose bumps. He shivered and joined them on the bed, behind Jess., still not touching either of them. Greengage reached into Jack's bedside table and pulled out a container, smearing its contents on his fingers. He slicked Will's entrance with the lubrication, sliding a single finger in, and then two.
"I don't need this…Just please, Jess…I want you." Jess smiled and removed his fingers. Lowering his upper body against Will's he slid inside the younger man, and simultaneously offered his own body up to Jack. Their bodies having conformed to each other years before, and Jack being the only man Jess had ever given himself to in this way, Jack slid inside him perfectly, no pain or discomfort. The all remained motionless, savoring this sensation. Then Will began to whimper, his hands wrapping around Jess, his legs around the other Captain's waist. Jack began to move inside Jess and Jess followed his lead, pumping into Will with all of his might. Jack bent over Jess's shoulder and kissed Will harshly, and then Jess turned his head to receive a kiss of his own. Jack's hand reached down and rested on top of Jess's and they both pumped Will's weeping manhood, their combined pressure and heat, bringing Will over the edge as jess hit a golden spot inside him. Almost perfectly in sync, Jack hit the same spot inside of Jess. Jess threw his head back and screamed out, his body spasming around Jack, squeezing the man's cock. Jack was the last come, moaning and yelling out colorful expletives. Will collapsed back onto the bed, Jess on top of him, and Jack on top of them both. Unwilling to break the connection, they remained inside each other, catching their breath. When they were finally able to move and speak, they pulled apart and Jess and Jack lay on either side of Will, tangled bodies, tired and triumphant.
"Hello, Elizabeth." The Captain of the Flying Dutchman turned and groaned in annoyance. She knew that voice from another life…the life of a Governor's daughter. She watched as James Norrington, in all his Naval finery strode across the deck toward her. "I'm here to serve aboard your newly acquired ship ."
"Very well, Mr. Norrington." She rolled her eyes and glared at him. "You'll never leave me be, will you? One hundred years of you…"
"One hundred years of me. Maybe even more…I hear of a game here they call…Liar's Dice? Maybe we will have enough time for you to reconcile yourself to the idea of being mine, at last." Elizabeth would make an announcement that very night that anyone caught playing Liar's Dice for the next one hundred years would be fed to the Kraken and thereby sent to the Locker for eternity. Much to the former Commodore's annoyance, he couldn't find a man aboard willing to play with him.
A/N: This is the end! YAY! Planning other stories where they all meet up again. I mean, Elizabeth has to see her father again, right? And maybe she'll find a love of her own…or maybe not since I don't like that bitch…Anyways, review PLEASE! Like 453 hits, and 4 reviews…NOT COOL, youse guys! I'm gonna miss this story…