author's note: Thank you everyone who has been reading and leaving reviews! Here we are in AWE, sorry its so short.
It was an odd feeling, dying, James thought to himself. He knew that it couldn't possibly be taking as long as it felt, but somehow he had plenty of time to think about all of his regrets. The first of those were what he'd just done. Not helping Elizabeth escape, that was the least he could do after unwittingly being an accessory to her father's murder; but kissing her, now that had been a mistake. It had just thrown into sharp relief how little true feeling he had left for her. All that had crossed his mind was the feel of Kaylee's lips against his, how she had melted into his arms that last night. He'd curtly told Elizabeth to go because he realized what a fool he'd been. He had had a chance at a happy life with Kaylee, but because of his own stupid need for revenge, here he was, far from her, bleeding out onto the deck of the Flying Dutchman. He shuddered inwardly at the way he'd treated her when they'd parted ways. He had found out from members of the crew of the Pearl that Kaylee had never had any feeling for Jack other than mild loathing, and he had just short of accused her of sleeping with him. He had been a complete idiot on so many levels, and now there would be no chance to make any of his mistakes right.
He saw Jones bending over him, a triumphant look on his face. "James Norrignton, do you fear death?" For a moment, he wrestled with the possibility of remaining alive, whatever the cost. But in the end, he knew that this was his chance to do something right, to die like a gentleman instead of making a deal with the devil. With the last of his strength, he plunged his sword into Jones' chest. As he sank into oblivion, he had only one thought: I love you, Kaylee. I'm sorry, so sorry…
Kaylee awoke in the bed they had shared, unexplainable tears streaming down her face.
hopefully I'll finish the next chapter soon to make up for the length of this one. Please R&R!