A/N: Hello people!! Here is the 'you find out what happened' chapter...you might find it a bit sick...but just go along with me okay?

Thank you SO much for your reviews! Keep them coming...it makes me update faster. By the way how did you ever guess that the previous chapter was inspired by Gone With The Wind? Was it the fiddle dee dee, the New Orleans bit or the green dress that gave it away? lol

And however did you know that the 1920's chapter had anything to do with the great gatsby? lol

Of course you'll all know what movie THIS chapter is based on...our very own POTC. The mouse owns everything...enjoy!

Bare with me and read.

Elizabeth stood at the dock of Tortuga with a smile. The smiled that was reserved for him and him only.

Not her sweet smile, the governer's daughter smile or even the fearless pirate king smile but the teasing one. The challenging smile.

The Black Pearl was completely black against the night sky. It was the advantage of being the Black Pearl...once the lights were out you couldn't see it.

Elizabeth could see it though, she congratulated herself proudly. "Thought you could fool me Jack?" she snorted.

She calculated the distance...it would take the Pearl about an hour to reach the dock. She turned up her nose proudly trying not to smile. As if she would give Jack the satisfaction of waiting for him at the docks! The idea was laughable.

She would go to her room in the inn, sleep, drink and not think about Jack. And most of all not let Jack know what she'd gone through to get to him.

After an hour or so she would send for Jack with a message. The idiot would come running for her.

Almost two weeks earlier...

Jack closed his spyglass with a satisfied smirk.

"Mr. Gibbs?"

"Aye capt'n?"

"Hard to starboard," Jack whispered.

"Hard to starboard boys!" Gibbs yelled at the top of his lungs.

Elizabeth swept her hair up and put her hat back on. She gave a frustrated sigh and left her cabin. Where oh where could Jack be?

She'd been to Nassau, visited the ruins of Port Royal, raided the Rum Runner's island and all that remained was Tortuga. She knew it was where she should've started but needed some time to prepare herself. She was ready for Tortuga now that she'd cleared Nassau. Her need to see him was undeniable...with Will and her son gone he was the only one who could make her smile,make her whole and stable.

She walked along the narrow halls of the ship until she reached the ladder that led to the deck.

"Your highness!"

"Yes?"

"We're under attack!" the crew member warned her.

"The Royal Navy?"

"No, one of our own."

Elizabeth rolled her eyes. "Mr. Hun may I ask you something?"

"Of course your majesty."

"Which of our flags have we hoisted?"

Hun looked sheepish. "The French flag."

"You idiots!" Elizabeth yelled. "You complete nitwits! People would attack the Black Pearl if it had the French flag let alone the Empress."

Hun simply stared at her wide eyed.

"Well what are you waiting for? Hard to starboard for god's sake and hoist the bloody colors!" she screamed.

Hun seemed scared as he nodded and hurried upstairs. Elizabeth took a few deep breaths to calm herself down before going to the helm but the ship lurched and screams rose. She was too late..they were under attack.

Hurrying on deck would be a sensible thing to do but she couldn't bring herself to move. That is until she realized she'd left the bottle of water from the fountain in her cabin. The bottle she'd been saving for Jack.

Not caring about the battle or her ship anymore she rushed to her cabin and threw the door open. The ship tilted again...she could tell they were being hit hard.

She spared a second to poke her head out of the door. "Did I or did I not tell you idiots to fire and raise the blasted colors so they could bloody see who they're bloody dealing with?" she screamed so loud that she knew they'd hear.

She continued searching in her cupboards and belongings all the while trying to ignore the sounds and the lurches that meant they were losing. Finally she caught hold of the bottle and grabbed her cloak and money from her stand. Before making her way to the door she was stopped by another lurched and before she knew it she felt a cannon ball hit the side and the last thing she remembered was her head hitting the wall.

Jack climbed into the longboat as he loaded his gun. "Good job gents," he said. He tried not to look at the dead drifting bodies in the water but his eyes shifted to them every few seconds. Once they reached the sinking ship he busied himself with the pistol again.

"Empty the holds boys and don't forget the rum...I'll-erm mind the boat!"

"Aye capt'n."

He looked at the ship again and realized it was a chinese junk. He frowned...a chinese junk with a French flag? There must be some sort of...

Something in the water grabbed his attention...a flag but not the French flag. Instead it was a red pirate flag.

Everything came crashing down on him. The flags, the ship and even the route. He'd just fired on the Empress!

"Elizabeth," he whispered in horror. Involuntarily his eyes searched the waters and he found what he knew he would. A plank with a slender body on it, a mess of golden brown hair.

He could almost laugh. After -how long had it been?- about twenty years. She was there...she was there and she was probably okay. Just passed out is all.

"Lizzie," he called out with a hint of irony. "come on wake up."

He even took the trouble to row over to her as he rolled his eyes to himself. She probably didn't even need his help, no she probably did...she was always waiting for him to save her. The ungrateful little twit...she wouldn't even thank him for saving her life yet again. Somehow it didn't matter.

The longboat hit the plank she was lying on.

"There we go luv just wake up and we'll be off to the Pearl," he said with a bit of desperation in his voice as he shook her. Turning her over his eyes turned wide with horror at the blood trickling from her ear looking terribly red against her pale skin.

Otherwise she hadn't changed that much...hair still golden brown, that little smile still on the corner of her lips and looking incredibly peaceful as she slept. A few dark circles under her eyes and a bit of dry skin on her face showed the passing of time.

He accepted it too quickly, he thought. After checking for a pulse he admitted to himself what he'd suspected all along...she was dead.

And he was the reason...they were square now. She'd killed him and he her.

Accepting it while in shock was still easy...what an unusual way to see her after twenty years.

He lifted her body and let it go in the water watching her sink in the blue depths and only regretted not being able to talk to her again. When they parted he thought they'd already said everything worth saying...now there was so much left unsaid as he watched her drift to oblivion.

Will would be happy to see her...they'd probably spend eternity together on the Dutchman. He smiled, really he'd done her a favor and himself great harm.Isn't that what he always did?

He watched her until she was so far down she couldn't be seen anymore...the right shade of blue, Elizabeth with her hair and cloak fanning out around her. He couldn't take his eyes off of her.

"Pirate," was his only parting word. He ignored the fact that his eyes were a bit moist.

Elizabeth's eyes snapped open and all she could see was blue, blue and a sparkling white light somewhere above her head. Somewhere above.

She was floating, drifting...had she died? Impossible.

When her head was clear enough to think is became apparent that she was under water. So the Empress had sunk and she was the only survivor.

It was a kind of freedom to just be floating there...there was no time, no noise and nothing to worry about. Simply water and water.

Her lungs stung a bit but it wasn't anything important. Finally she gathered her strength and swam to the surface to find that the 'white sparkling light' had been the sun and that breathing air was definitely better than breathing water.

The Empress was barely anything more than a hunk of wood and the attacking ship was already gone. She had a long swim until Tortuga. She stuck her hand in her pocket...his bottle was still there.

"Where to now Capt'n?" Gibbs asked.

Jack was solemn for once...quiet even. In a trance almost...just staring into the distance. "To Nassau before we go to Tortuga. Yes...Nassau I want to raid it again without firing a single shot."

He laughed at what he'd just said but Gibbs didn't. He just scratched his head.

Now...

Elizabeth tossed on the bed in the inn at Tortuga. She couldn't sleep and she was absolutely restless.

"Damn you Jack Sparrow," she muttered. There was a knock on the door and she bolted straight.

"Come in."

"Captain Turner?"

"Swann."

"Pardon me Captain Swann you told me to warn you when the Pearl docked."

"Certainly," she said coldly as she tossed the young boy a shilling. "Do something for me...tell Captain Sparrow that there is a young lad who -dress or no dress- wants a ride on his ship."

"What?!"

Elizabeth frowned. "It's code language. Now go tell him," she said as she tossed him another coin.

"Aye."

She fell back on the bed with a smile.

"Captain Sparrow!" someone called after him as he walked along the dock.

"Aye lad? Come to join me crew?"

"I have a message for you."

"Spit it out lad, haven't got all the time in the world have we? Well actually I do...don't know about you though."

The young boy seemed confused.

"Just say what you came to say boy."

"There is a young lad who-dress or no dress- wants you to give him a ride on your ship."

Jack's eyes widened at the information and he tossed a hand around the boys shoulder to lead him further away from the docks.

"Lad did this mentioned, well, lad happen to have long golden hair and brown eyes and not look very much like a lad?"

The young boy nodded.

Jack was speechless for what seemed like the first time. How could it be? He's seen body with his own eyes.

"How old did she look? A healthy forty year old woman with a lot of bite eh?"

The boy shook his head. "More like newly twenty."

"And you're positive? Most positive?"

"Yes sir I swear...she looks no more than twenty years old."

It didn't seem right...even Lizzie's corpse looked a bit fragile and broken by time. Twenty? Certainly not!

"Happen to catch a name?"

"Yes. Turner...the name's Turner but she changed her mind after and told me to call her Swann."

Jack froze in his spot. It was inevitable...it has to be Will and Elizabeth's daughter. It was the only way she could know...a dress or nothing.

What would he say to the girl though? I killed your mother a few weeks ago?

She hid the bottle in her cloak as she was planning to make him beg for it. He would most likely have a wrinkly skin by now but his eyes would still be the same...he wouldn't beg for it but he would try to talk her into it.

How could she take the bate? Maybe she would feel bad and grant him his youth.

Footsteps hurried up the stairs...she smirked surprised that he could still run with that speed.

"Captain Swann," the boy called.

"What happened?"

"Captain Sparrow said he'd be honored to have you on board. He said his father spoke highly of your parents."

Her eyes went wide. "What? Did you or did you not talk to Captain Jack Sparrow?"

"He introduced himself as Captain William Sparrow. Said Jack Sparrow was his father he did."

Elizabeth fell out of her bed quite literally. "What?" she screamed in annoyance.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry," the boy held his hands up in defeat.

She regained her composure. "It's okay. I need you to ask him where I can find his father okay?"

"Fine," the boy said tiredly.

"Tell him that my mother...that my mother had a debt to pay to him," she said. "It's important that I find his father. It has to do with...oh well that was a long time ago...probably got over it. That stupid squid!" she giggled to herself.

"Aye miss," he agreed without enthusiasm. She tossed him a coin which earned a bit of enthusiasm.

"Dead," Jack said with determination. He pulled a concerned face. "My father died because of a ,eh, very powerful, erm, goddess...yes the goddess took fury on him."

The young boy seemed uninterested. "Why?" he asked for the sake of it.

"Well it was obviously because she was...in love with him! Yes she was in love with him...and he just wanted to sail on his ship so she fed him to a..." he paused. "a great big whale with big white teeth," he said with a fake painful grimace.

"Whoa! What about his body."

"Washed up ashore," Jack said with a concerned expression. He whipped out a hanky and blew his nose. "Poor ol' pappy! He was a great shot and such a fierce captain."

The boy looked touched.

"Oh well!" Jack said in a cheerful tone. "What's done is done I always say."

"Well the young lady says that her mother had a debt to pay to your father. Something about a squid."

He seemed to stand taller when he heard the word squid. "I see. Well I never say no to a damsel in distress you know? I take after my father in that aspect. The Sparrow men are quite special."

"I can see," the young boy said with a good amount of sarcasm.

"Step lively lad and tell the young Miss Swann that she's welcome aboard my ship," Jack said with a smirk. "And if she's looking for the old man he's in the cemmetary right behind the faithful bride. Send my regards!"

She was a very patient woman and this was just a little side trip. So Jack would be in Nepal instead or maybe India or Florida...it didn't matter. It really didn't. She had all the time in the world and she would make sure that he did too.

The island of Atlantis, ends of the world and the gardens of Eden...they would see it all on the Pearl...that's what a ship was...freedom.

She woke from her gentle nap as the door opened.

Jumping to her feet she went over to sit at the table.

"Bad news m'am."

Elizabeth rolled his eyes. "Oh no he's in China isn't he? Or perhaps they've caught him yet again and I have to save him."

"Captain the older Captain Sparrow is dead."

Elizabeth's mind didn't register. "What are you talking about? Of course he's not...he's Captain Jack Sparrow. I mean..."

The world came crashing down as it had so many times before...her father...James...Will...their son William...

There it was again...she'd planned and dreamed and hoped. It was all for nothing but maybe...just maybe...

"What-what else did he say?" she tried to keep her composure.

"He seemed to know all about the debt business, he also said you could always have a passage on his ship and..." he thought for a second. "Oh he mentioned a grave and something about Jack being killed by a goddess and a giant fish with giant teeth."

She didn't say anything or cry...she wouldn't cry for Jack. Not again.

"Where is the grave?" she whispered.

"What?"

"Where is it?" she yelled.

"Right in the back...the cemmetary."

She jumped to her feet and rushed out of the room. She had to see it to believe it but before she left she tossed him another coin.

He cracked upon yet another bottle and took a healthy sip. "Well Miss Swann...looking just as dashing as your mother. Whom I killed..." he practiced. "No! Okay. Why Miss Turner...I mean Swann! I can see which parent you took after," he chuckled at his own joke. "How about settling that debt now?"

It wasn't exactly surprising but he couldn't believe they had a child together. What if she accepted his offer and he had to have her on his ship for weeks? What if she knew Jack had killed Elizabeth and was after revenge?

He wouldn't blame her...he wanted her to (try to) take revenge because it would make him feel better. Feel good again...

I always knew you were a good man...

That voice...if only he hadn't fired on that ship she would still be there.Jack drank the rest of the rum in one breath...he would need it...

Staggering to his feet he remembered the grave he'd made in the graveyard when he was trying to dodge the local merchant. He knew it would come in handy one day...

He had a sudden urge to go there...he wondered if the girl would go visit his grave. It would be quite touching if she did...

Elizabeth knelt beside the grave with her mouth hanging open. It was hard to believe, so hard to chase something and find out it never existed.

Looking to the grave stone she smiled. "Captain Jack Sparrow, may the wind always be at your back sir."

The wind blew her hair and the dress she was wearing as she let one tear slip from her eyes. Just the one...she could not and would not cry anymore than that. Jack would certainly understand wouldn't he? One tear was all he deserved for leaving her...

Once was quite enough...

He swaggered past the familiar streets. Every tavern, every street was a memory.

"Margaret. Katy." he acknowledged them as he walked by.

"Captain Sparrow," the girls cooed in unison.

He grabbed a bottle of rum from a passed out drunk and continued his walk. The town was still buzzing but it couldn't compare to what it used to be...he knew this age was coming to an end.

"Tony my good man, how's it been?" he asked with a smirk as he walked by.

"You still owe me two doubloons Sparro'."

"And I shall deliver it after I find the great treasure of Ishmael." Jack assured him as he marched on.

"Go to hell!"

"Already been mate," he laughed as he dodged a drunk fellow and walked faster.

"Jack! Jack!"

"Oh Sophie! How are you love?"

"When will you find the treasure so we can finally get married?"

Jack gave her a quick kiss on the hand. "Soon my love, soon," he assured her with a serious expression. "But for now...what do you say to a night in the inn?"

She giggled as he walked on.

Finally he slipped into the back alley that led to the graveyard. It was lucky that he knew the streets so well because there were no lights in the small alley and it was a moonless night.

He knocked into someone is the dark.

"I'm very sorry sir," came a solemn voice he knew too well.

"Miss Swann?" he took a wild guess.

He saw the figure shift a bit. "C-captain Sparrow?"

"The one and only darlin'. Now that ol' pappy's gone that is," he added hastily.

"When did it happen?" the shaky voice asked.

"A few months ago," he said casually. "Went down with a bang though. Heard you had something for him?"

"Well actually...it was my mother who...but she died a few weeks ago."

This is her daughter. It's their daughter...

"I did hear about that luv. I'm very sorry...if it means anything my father always said your mother had the most stubborn attitude and the most pretty boy's outfit he'd ever came across."

He heard a laugh. "And my mother always said your father had bad breath and a wicked smile."

It is certainly her daughter. "She certainly had old pappy down," he laughed. "So what's this about a debt."

"Oh my mother told me everything of her life's adventures and there was an unresolved matter involving a giant squid, some shackles--"

"And a kiss," he completed the story with a grin.

"I gather you know the whole story then."

"Old dad couldn't keep his mouth shut if he wanted to. I probably heard an elaborate version of the story," he said.

"You probably did. My mother just wanted to see him about it and..."

That voice. It's her.

"And what?"

She couldn't exactly see him in the dark so she stepped closer and leaned in. Her mouth brushed across his cheek and finally found his mouth.

Next thing she knew they were kissing in the dark alley and he was pressing her against a wall. The kiss tasted of him, his body against hers felt like his and he most certainly kissed like him.

"What no shackles?" she asked in a husky whisper.

"Not yet."

He kissed her again and this time his hands traveled to her bodice and untied the laces as his mouth descended down her throat. This was definitely going to be an interesting night...

When a man was blind he could sense everything with the gift of touch. Her naked skin trembling slightly under his expert hands...he could feel it too well.

Stop this now Jack Sparrow...don't be such a bastard. You're a good man.

I've been a good man for too long. It's my turn to have what I want.

You're going to regret this.

Believe me I'm not.

He pinned her hands above her head against the wall , pressed himself against her roughly as he kissed her breasts-which were exposed thanks to the unfastening of her dress- down to her torso.

He heard her moan softly like he'd imagined her moan so many times.

This is sick. Absolutely sick...you're a psycho bastard. You deserve to die.

I know I do. And I'll be happy to die after tonight...I just want one night with her.

No you want one night with her mother. Do you realize how wrong that is?

Do you realize how wrong it is that I killed the only woman I cared about? That she left me twenty years ago without even looking back?

He drowned himself in her lips and thought of nothing else as she wrapped both legs around his waist and untangled one hand to unbotton his shirt and trail her hand all the way down...

Elizabeth leaned against the railing of the Wild Voyager. She felt no guilt and no regret. No regret for leaving Jack when she did or choosing what she chose in life...if she could go back she would change nothing. Not the shackles. Not the betrayal. Not the kiss.

But what she did feel was shame for what she had done with Jack's son -it was his son for heaven's sake- and that it had felt so good. Her own screams still invaded her mind...she was a sick woman...it was his son.

She was a pirate...and last night she'd been someone else. She's been her own daughter...making love to Jack's son...it had been so right.

"You know I think our parents had something going even though my dad never admitted it," he'd said slumped against the wall in the dark.

"I think they did too." she admitted.

She was a sick sick woman and it felt so good.

Jack felt bad about bedding a woman for the first time in his life. Not bad enough to promise himself not to do something that crazy again...but just a bit of guilty. It had felt so right at the moment.

I tolda you'd regret it.

I don't! He didn't...they'd been the off springs of two legends coming together last night. Doing what their parents should've done...

It was an impulse and he always followed instinct.

"Is that what your mother wanted to give dad?" he'd asked with a chuckle as she leaned against him.

"Something along those lines."

"I'm sure he appreciates it."

He could still feel her skin, hear her screams as they made love against a wall in the back alley. Her dress hanging at her waist, hands pinned against a wall as they kissed passionately.

It was right. It was right...how could something that felt so good be so wrong?

This had been his taste of what it was like...to gain the awards that follow. He'd been good...never gone back to steal Lizzie away...and now he'd gotten...

"I didn't catch your name."

"You may address me as Miss Swann," she giggled.

And after it was done with they'd parted ways.

This was the resolution to their story, to his story with Elizabeth and it was time to move on to other adventures. What he'd done wasn't wrong, it was only fair.

She rested her elbows on the railing. No, it hadn't been wrong. She'd needed it...needed to slake her lust and her curiosity. Needed to act on impulse. Needed something before moving on...

It was closure. She could stop thinking about Jack. After all, dead men tell no tales.

She would never think of him again...never dream that he was alive. She'd been through the heart break and it was enough. Her dreams were buried now and they would remain so and she would never dare to hope otherwise.

Another image of the previous night invaded her mind and she promised that it would be the last. She would never think of it again.

"It would never have worked out between us Jack," she whispered into the wind hoping it would carry it to him whether he was up in the clouds, burning in hell or most likely lost at sea.

He stirred steadily as the North wind blew. Even the wind seemed to whisper that it wouldn't have worked out.

It was the perfect conclusion and the only perfect adventure he'd been through that he would never ever tell. He was not sad or regretful and yet he was not steady and peaceful...it served him right.

It was perfect. Ironic but perfect. It wasn't wrong.

He laughed and opened a bottle of rum.

To freedom...

"To the Black Pearl."

What did I tell you? It's kinda sick...

I'm probably not gonna be updating this for a while cause I'm busy with "Over the edge, over again" but I'm a slave to your wonderful reviews.

Next chapter? It's a brethren court gathering or a masked ball. I have yet to decide which comes first...what do you think?