Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters or plotlines of "Pirates of the Caribbean: The Curse of the Black Pearl." If I did, I wouldn't be sitting here writing fanfiction; I'd be off making money. Which I am not doing with this work. I do, however, lay claim to the characters of Genesis Wolfe and Rosalyn O'Brien, and would be pleased as punch if you did not use them without my permission. Thank you, darlings.

Author's Note: Here it is, the final chapter of the long-time-coming-please-god-let-it-be-finished Destinations: Really Bad Eggs. However, do not be sad. Perhaps you noticed something rather important, hm? No? Perhaps the fact that these two twenty-first century women are still trouncing around in the 1700s? Oh yeah; this adventure is far from over. We've still got two movies to make it through, children! So keep an eye out for the next installment, Destinations: And a Bottle of Rum, coming soon!

Chapter 19: In Which It All Comes Together

It was a beautiful day in Port Royal. The sun was shining down on the proceedings, warm enough for the lovely ladies below to hold parasols and bust out their lace fans. They were all dressed to the nines, and all to watch two fugitives be put to death.

Captain Jack Sparrow and his companion, a young woman known as Genesis Morgan, were to be hanged for piracy.

Among other things.

"Jack Sparrow," began the official.

"Captain," Jack muttered in annoyance. "Captain Jack Sparrow."

The man simply continued talking, ignoring Jack's correction. "…for your willful commission of crimes against the crown. Said crimes being numerous in quantity and sinister in nature, the most egregious of these to be cited herewith;"

"Here we go," Genesis said in an amused tone.

"…piracy…"

"Duh."

"…smuggling…"

Meanwhile, Elizabeth Swann stood with her father and fiancé, Rosalyn by her side. Elizabeth had managed to get a pardon for her "maid," but had failed to, unfortunately, for Jack and Genesis, who had openly admitted their piracy. Rosalyn, unfortunately, was currently in a dull green dress, similar in design to her normal maid's outfit, wearing another stupid little cap. She was currently wringing a handkerchief in her sweating hands.

"This is wrong," Elizabeth said in shuddering tones.

"Commodore Norrington is bound by the law," Governor Swann said dolefully. "As are we all."

"Especially when it's at benefit for ourselves," Rosalyn said. Norrington glanced at her fleetingly, then looked back to the proceedings. Sparrow, unsurprisingly, looked nonchalant. He surely had been in the gallows before. But the Morgan woman; she was so young. Surely she hadn't been such situation before? Norrington's mouth turned down slightly as he pondered the woman's fate. Had she ever said that she was indeed a pirate? No. But she had helped one. That was enough. Surely, that was enough.

Genesis looked up, suddenly, catching his stare. There was a brief moment, when she glanced at Elizabeth, and her brow was marred with a line of worry, and she looked back at him before the expression disappeared. He frowned, glimpsing at his fiancée, then back to the Morgan woman. What did she know?

"…impersonating an officer of the Spanish Royal Navy, impersonating a cleric of the Church of England…"

Gen's attention was torn from the commodore's face, and she looked at Jack, who was smiling fondly. She smirked. "I'll have to hear about that one, sometime, Jack, m'love." She noticed the executioner glaring and shut up.

"…sailing under false colors, arson, kidnapping, looting, poaching, brigandage, pilfering, depravity, depredation, and general lawlessness."

"Cripes almighty, what'd they do, bust out a thesaurus?" Gen said.

"Genesis Morgan," the official said, moving to her. "For the lawless act of piracy, you and Jack Sparrow…"

"Captain Jack Sparrow," Genesis proclaimed loudly. Rosalyn glanced at Norrington. There was almost a hint of an amused smile on his lips, if only for a second.

"…have been sentenced to be, on this day, hung by the neck 'til dead," finished the official. "May God have mercy on your souls."

Rosalyn looked down as the crowd split and Will stepped up to the bottom of the small staircase they all stood on.

"Governor Swann, Commodore," he said with a formal nod. They returned the gesture.

"Elizabeth."

Elizabeth looked down at him, lips parted in her surprise at his informality.

"I should have told you every day from the moment I met you," he continued. "I love you."

Rosalyn's eyes once again went to the commodore's face, just in time to see his world begin to fall apart. There was a strange squawk, and Elizabeth and Rosalyn both looked up to see Cotton's parrot landing on a flag. Roz looked down at Will, who was smiling. He offered her his arm. "Miss O'Brien?"

Roz's eyes flew to the gallows, then back to Will, who nodded curtly at the silent question in her look. Roz turned to wink at Elizabeth before hustling down the steps to latch onto Will. She heard Elizabeth's false fainting spell as the drum roll began. Will pulled her along, pulling a dagger and Genesis' sword from his belt and pushing them into her hands. "Miss Morgan. Go."

The floor dropped from beneath Gen and Jack's feet, and as they fell, Will threw his sword and implanted it in the wood beneath Jack, giving the pirate a foothold. Gen continued the descent, and bounced a bit as the rope pulled taut, her hands clawing at the rope that was cutting off her oxygen.

Will and Roz wasted no time mounting the platform, where they went to work cutting their companions free. Gen fell to the ground, gasping for air, and Roz helped her to her feet, shoving the sword into her hand.
"No time. Let's go."

Genesis and Rosalyn ran after Jack and Will, Gen occasionally fending off a soldier with her sword as Roz continued running, as she couldn't do much with that small dagger. They finally reached the precipice, only to run into a wall of soldiers and bayonets. Norrington looked very dark, angry, and in Gen's opinion, suddenly rather attractive, even though his sword happened to be at her own throat personally..

"I thought we might have to endure some manner of ill-conceived escape attempt," Norrington said to Will. "But not from you." He glanced at Rosalyn. "And especially not from a maid."

"I'm not a maid," Roz replied. "I'm a pirate."

"On our return to Port Royal, I granted you both clemency," Governor Swann said, shaking with anger. "And this is how you thank me? By throwing in your lots with them? They're pirates!"

"And good people," Will said. Jack pointed to himself proudly, mouthing "that's me," while Gen merely winked at Norrington.

"If all I have achieved here is that the hangman will earn three pairs of boots instead of two, so be it," Will said.

Rosalyn lifted her skirt a bit, showing off her slippered foot. "I'm not wearing boots, you see," she explained.

"At least my conscience will be clear," Will finished.

"You forget your place, Turner," Norrington said in a dangerous tone.

"It's right here," Will said. "Between you and Jack."

"As is mine," Elizabeth said, stepping next to Will.

"Elizabeth!" Governor Swann exclaimed. "Lower your weapons. For goodness' sake, put them down!"

The weapons were lowered, and Norrington stared at his fiancé. "So this is where your heart truly lies, then?"

"It is."

Jack noticed a parrot flying off into the sunset. "Well!" he said, breaking the awkward silence. "I'm actually feeling rather good about this."

He looked to Governor Swann. "I think we've all arrived at a very special place, eh? Spiritually? Ecumenically? Grammatically?"

He glanced at Norrington. "I want you to know that I was rooting for you, mate. Know that."

Gen smirked. "I, personally, don't mind you being an eligible bachelor again, love," she whispered to Norrington. He actually colored a bit. Adorable.

"Elizabeth," Jack said, suddenly serious. "It would have never worked between us, darling." He looked pained. "I'm sorry." Elizabeth rolled her eyes.

"Will."

A pause, Will looking at the pirate expectantly.

"Nice hat."

Roz took the opportunity to flick one of the feathers of Will's hat, and he smiled.

"Friends!" Jack said grandiosely. "This is the day that you will always remember as the day that --"

And there he went, over the battlement.

Gen glanced at Norrington, knowing that he wouldn't attempt to catch Jack just yet. The commodore caught the woman's glance, and a small smile played upon his handsome face before he cleared his throat, motioning to his men to raise their weapons again.

"Seems we've worn out our welcome, Roz, me dove," Gen announced.

"Aye," Roz replied, and suddenly began ripping the buttons off the back of her dress and stripping it off. Some of the soldiers, Norrington included, averted their eyes as she stripped down to her corset and bloomers once again.

"Good Lord, child, what are you doing?" Governor Swann cried.

"I can't swim in those bloody things!" Roz said. Kicking off her slippers, she gave Will and Elizabeth quick kisses on the cheeks, and disappeared over the ledge as well.

Gen looked to Will and Elizabeth. "You crazy kids," she said with a grin.

"Take care of yourself," Will said. "Sis."

"Aww," Gen said with a pout. "You're making me all veclempt."

She looked at the commodore, who was staring at Elizabeth. She felt a pang of sympathy.

"Oh, stop that," she said, snapping him out of his trance. "You're handsome, intelligent, and a bloody commodore. Hell, I'd marry you, if I didn't think you'd throw me in jail."

He looked at her for a moment, then cleared his throat. "Miss Morgan, you are aware that you are still a wanted fugitive, and that you are surrounded by members of the Royal Navy, hm?"

"Oh," she said, glancing around. "Right."

She began backing toward the ledge as the soldiers approached. She glanced over their shoulders at the commodore, who was smiling a bit in amusement.

"Offer's always on the table, handsome," she shouted to him. His smile faded, replaced by a strange look, as she turned and leapt to the waters below.

"Idiots," Gillette suddenly said. "They have nowhere to go but back to the noose."

"Sail ho!"

The sentry's cry caught everyone's attention, and indeed, familiar black sails were sailing out from around a cliff face.

"What's your plan of action?" Gillette asked Norrington. The commodore was silent. "Sir?"

"Perhaps," Governor Swann said thoughtfully. "On the rare occasion, pursuing the right course demands an act of piracy. Piracy itself can be the right course?"

Norrington gave a tiny smile, watching the two young women far below following the pirate captain through the chopping waters. He turned. "Mister Turner," he said, maintaining a straight face. Will muttered something to Elizabeth, then stepped forward as Norrington unsheathed his sword.

James looked at the perfectly crafted blade as it hovered very near to Turner's face. "This is a beautiful sword," he said. "I would expect the man who made it to show the same care and devotion in every aspect of his life." It was then that he turned his eyes to Will. It was an evident promise; if Will failed to make Elizabeth happy, James was sure to return the favor to him.

"Thank you," Will said, but it was clear from the look in his eye that he understood the oath, and planned to uphold it. James nodded, and made to turn, pausing and looking up at Elizabeth.

"Oh, and Miss Swann?"

Elizabeth looked down, looking a tad apprehensive. James smiled.

"The very best of luck to you both." He turned to walk back into the fort.

"Commodore!" Gillette protested. "What about Sparrow and Morgan? And…the naked one? Should we prepare the Dauntless for pursuit?"

James paused, and glanced back in the direction of the looming, dark ship. A tiny smile played upon his lips, thinking of the two young women, especially the words of the former. "Oh," he said. "I think we can afford to give him one day's head start."

With that, he turned on his heel, disappearing back into the fort. He had a lot of preparations to oversee. Tomorrow, they sailed.

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Moments later, Jack, Rosalyn, and Genesis were being hauled aboard the Black Pearl.

"I thought you were supposed to keep to the Code," Jack said to Gibbs.

"We figured they were more actual…guidelines," Gibbs replied, winking at the women, who had secretive smiles on their faces.

Jack thanked Cotton as the old man handed him his hat, and Anamaria approached, smiling warmly.

"Captain Sparrow," she said, putting a coat around his shoulders. "The Black Pearl is yours."

Genesis watched, a small smile on her lips, as Jack made his to the helm, taking a moment to stroke it fondly, as if he couldn't believe it. He glanced over at Rosalyn, who was raising an eyebrow at his oddly affectionate nature, and stiffened.

"On deck, ye scabrous dogs!" he cried. "Man the braces! Let down and haul to run free!"

The men scattered, while Genesis and Rosalyn remained at his side, unsure of what to do, anyway.

"Now," Jack said. "Bring me that horizon."

He began to hum quietly, and the girls smiled.

"And really bad eggs," he sang in a low voice, grinning back at them. They joined in.

"Drink up, me hearties, yo ho!"