Author's Note: Well the ending is closer than the last chapter. I promise this story will end, and that I'm not making up anything new on the way. I am merely sticking to my storyline so that everything ends as planned. Thank you all of my dedicated reviewers and readers. Without all of you I don't know if I would have been inspired to continue to write. I know that there is some mistake with the chapters because some of you couldn't review last chapter. Anyways Enjoy! REALLY LONG CHAPTER :)
(Port Royal)
(Ballroom)
(As the blade, in the current possesion of Beckett, sliced at the man with a deadly force)
(With such speed and such skill that it was impossible not to hit the man)
(The man was fully aware of this fact and with the current time provided the man could not do much)
(Making a split second decision he did the only thing he could do)
(Shift his position so that the blade wouldn't do too much damage to his person)
(Though the cut was not deadly it made a large gash across his right arm causing his right arm to go numb)
(The man took a step backwards his left arm going subconciously to hold his bleeding arm)
(Beckett took a menacing step forward a smirk on his pale face clearly visible)
Beckett: My My if I knew it was going to be this easy I would have killed you when I killed your wife
(Simulatiously four jaws dropped to the ground)
(None of them belonging to Grant)
(No he looked at Beckett in pure disbelief the part of him believing Beckett becoming angry)
(While Beckett stood there smiling happily at the memory he was about to share)
Beckett: I remember it like it was yesterday
(He begun telling the tale as if it was one of the happiest moments anyone should have in their life time)
Grant: You didn't kill Elena, she died from a deadly virus
(he spoke firmly not allowing him to continue)
(Tears pricking at his eyes at the thought of his once beautiful and always full-of-life, wife)
Beckett: Oh but I did
(He correct Grant, in a very convincing voice which caused Grant to pause)
(The anger leaving him with in seconds, only to be replaced with sorrow as he looked down at the floor)
(Beckett gave a small chuckle at his enemies weakness)
Grant: How?
(He asked his throat dry and voice nigh but a whisper)
Beckett: You remember the witch who was supposed to help save her?
(Grant nodded finding that his voice was unable to sound)
(His thoughts travelling back to the witch who had, what appeared to have run away, leaving him with no hope of saving his wife)
Beckett: Well, imagine my luck when I just happened to be walking by that very street in which the witch just happened to pass as she left to deliver the potion
(Grant looked up, his eyes widening)
Beckett: You see this sword in my hand, this is the very sword I used to kill the witch with
(He said with a cruel laugh)
(The entire room silent as they looked at Beckett in disgust)
(Abby was the first to speak up)
Abby: YOU BLOODY BASTARD, YOU KILLED MY MOTHER!
(She shouted stepping forward, her voice cold and filled with raw anger)
Beckett: Oh I can't take all the credit now can I, who was it who, how should I put it, caused Elena to fall even more ill?
Who was it, that at the very moment she seemed to be getting better, saw fit to leave their poor mother and run off to
become a pirate
(He said snidly at Abby)
(A large grin on his face as he watched Abby's face fill with horror and pale at the thought)
Grant: Why you heartless man! She had nothing to do with anything!
(Grant cried as he lunged at Beckett)
(His intentions that only of revenge and his move blind and unaware)
(Tia Dalma looked down suddenly she knew what was about to transpire in the next few minutes)
(She could not intervenes for it was their destiny, a destiny that fate had planned out for them)
(In a quick move unseen by Grant, Beckett withdrew his gun)
(Cocking it within mere seconds he shot directly at Grant's chest)
(The gun shot echoing in the silent room)
(Everyone looking from Beckett to Grant and so forth)
(A man slipping into the room going unnoticed as he made his way over to Will and Fifi)
(As the bullett pierced Grant's chest he found himself falling backwards)
(The impact causing him to hit the ground so firmly that he could feel a few bones crack)
(The gun which he always kept in his pocket for safety falling out and landing by his left side)
(Blood begun to pour of his chest as his breathing becoming more forced with each passing second)
Clara: FATHER NO!
(Clara cried rushing forward only to be stopped by Tia Dalma who had stood solemly next to her and Abby)
Tia: Ye must not interfer child
Clara: How can I not!??!?!? He just confessed to murdering my mother and he just shot my father!
(She cried)
Tia: Just watch and ye will see
(She said softly understanding what she must be going through)
(Abby standing their quietly, her face blank and lacking any expression whatsoever)
Beckett: Ya see Sparrow, you can't win, your kind never does, never will and never has
(He spoke to Grant as he walked over to Grant's right side)
(With each step he took it seemed as if Grant's breathing became more harsh)
(A few more seconds passed before Beckett soon found himself less than a few feet away from Grant)
(With the ability to tower of him as if looking down at him in pity)
Beckett: You know it is too bad that Elena died so soon
Grant: Murdered
(He corrected with dificulty)
Beckett: Indeed, it is such a shame, I would have imagined that she would have made a good wife, after all why did she marry someone such as your self. You probably threatened her being the pirate you are. Although being a whore Grant: She...was...not..a...WHORE!
(he exclaimed)
Beckett: Oh thats right, but you treated her as one, after all wasn't she the daughter of a rich lord, highly respected until she married you, she must have been a whore, after all don't you have THREE children, and what you were only married around 3 years.
Grant: Don't...you...dare...talk..about he..heher..like..that...we...were...ma..mamarr..married..for..fourteen...years..and.
I...III...Loved...herr...still..doo
(He choked out a few tears rolling down his cheeks)
Beckett: Oh really? I guess time flies by when you never leave the bedroom
(He said with a cruel laugh waiting for a response)
(Only Gran't wasn't about to give him that satisifaction)
(Instead he rolled over onto his left side and using his left hand he grabbed the pistol)
(Before Beckett had time to move out of the way)
(Grant cocked the pistol and shot)
(Hitting Beckett directly in his heart, killing him instantly)
(His body falling to the ground that second, dead with a smile on his face)
(Tia moved her arm)
Tia: Now go, both of ye
(She spoke quietly to Abby and Clara)
(Clara without wasting another second sped off in the direction of her dying father)
(Abby going much slower but heading towards him nonetheless)
Clara: Father! Father!
(She cried more tears rolling down her pale cheeks as the wound became clearer)
(Falling to her knees as she reached him)
Clara: Father, please don't die
(She pleaded)
(he gave her a small smile)
Grant: Clara, please..listen..to..me
(He said in an almost whisper)
(She gave a small nod her hot tears landing on him)
Grant: Please..don.tt..cry..for..mme..I..ded.deserve..this..fa...fate
(he continued)
Clara: No you don't! You did nothing wrong!
Grant: Yes I did..child, when..your..mother..died II...was a..bad..father to..you..and Jack
(He whispered tears rolling down his cheeks at the memory)
Grant: You..wer.re...so..oo..young
Clara: Father, don't its okay I understand, please dont cry
(She pleaded hating to see her father this way)
(Abby arriving seconds later as she sat on the oposite side of her father)
(Watching the scense solemly her expression blank)
Grant: Give..mmmy...love ..and.app..apol..ooogies to..Jaaack..for me. Tell, Tell..hhim..to..too..always..follow..his...his
heart be..cause it..w..ill lea..ddd..himm.to...tr.truee..grea..reatness... My...ddear, Clara, as..my ll..last..act..acct.
pplease...takke...my..shipp...youuu..will kno..ow..whherre..too.f..find..it. Yoou...arre..now the capptainnn..
(He finished with great dificulty a small amount of blood leaving the corner of his mouth)
(Clara simply nodded)
(No words could come to her just tears seemed to fall)
(Grant gave his youngest, a small smile before he finally turned over to his eldest daughter)
Grant: Abigail
(He started)
(After all he hadn't seen to her in ten years let alone spoken her)
(Last time he had seen her she was still a child of eleven years old)
(She had run away and joined a pirate ship and had been sailing the seas ever since)
(The call of the sea runs in the family and it was a call no one in the family can ever resist for long)
(She gave him a small nod in regnociation)
Grant: Oh..My..darlling..Abiigaill..so mann.yy yeaarrs..iits..been...yoouu..look so mucch...likee youurr mootherr..myyy child.
(She gave another nod)
(Not quite knowing what to say)
(After all when she had run away her family had still been living in the mansion her mother inherited)
(Only to find out a few months later that her mother had died and that her father, brotherand sister had been kicked out)
(Then when she finally made her way to where they were now staying, Tortuga)
(She ran to the house only to find her father beating her brother and her sister crying)
(Ever since that day she had changed her name and never returned)
(She had cut her self off from the rest of the family and never spoke of what she saw to anyone)
Grant: Abby
(He whispered tears rolling down his face)
Grant: Pleasee..forggive..mmee..foorr evverrything...I knoww...thhhhatt...yoouu wonnntt ever forget...but ppllease.
underrstannd...I amm a..channgged...man
(She gave another nod)
Grant: I neverr..wannt.tted..to..hurrrt...anny..oof...yoouu
(His breath was becoming incredibly short and more blood was leaving the side of his mouth)
(She nodded once more after all she couldnt think of anything else to say)
Grant: I..I love you...allways..havee..e..mmyy..ddaughhter...andd...allwaysss..willl
(They made eye contact)
(Their indentical pair of chocolate brown eyes now filled with tears)
Grant: Sa...sayy..sommetthing..
(He pleaded)
(Tears running down her face suddenly unable to stop)
Abby: Father
(She croaked having not said the word in over ten years)
(Suddenly he let out a violent cough)
(He had only seconds left to live and he knew it)
(Suddenly the fact that her father, in spite of what she had seen him do, was still the man who cared for her from the moment she was born, was currently dying)
(She knew what he had done was wrong and he knew that as well and well she was never going to see him again and that thought alone temporary rid her of his sins)
Abby: Father no!! Dont die!!
(She pleaded)
Grant: Abigal...nneever...sttopp...bbeeeing...yooourrseelllf
(He whispered before his eyes finally fell shut)
(His lungs gave their final breath)
(His heart gave it's last beat and his body finally went limp)
(Abby looked at her father her eyes widdened and more tears seemed to fall)
Abby: Please, no your not dead. I forgive you damn it. I forgive you. Father don't die.
(She cried as she burried her face into his chest and cried her heart out)
(Her father was dead and he never got to learn that she forgave him for everything)
(No he would die believing that his daughter still hated him)