Davy Jones stepped on his ship's deck, and faces turned to look at him with fear. No one dared approach the captain of The Flying Dutchman as he surveyed the people around him. His eyes paused at a nearby young couple fighting, clasping each other's hands tightly. The male part he knew, William Turner, and the woman, the new pirate king.

"Ah, lovers,' he sneered. "By the time this battle finishes, they will be too."

The woman looked at him and strode over, though Will did not seem to notice. "You will pay for all you've done."

"Expect no mercy from me, your highness!" Jones growled as he drew out his sword.

"Good. I expect none!" she replied, quick to attack him. But Davy Jones blocked it, and his blows were by far harder and more powerful. However, she was faster and more agile.

Her pride refused her to show any fear or emotion, although she was sure he could see her heart beating in her chest wildly, faster than ever before. Elizabeth suddenly realized with a dawning dread that she wouldn't be able to win this one, not without help. She stole a sidelong glance at Will, who seemed oblivious she was not at his side anymore. Men. . . .

"William not be saving you today!"

"I don't need his help." She ducked beneath his arm just in time, his sword almost cutting through her skin. "I'm capable of defending myself!"

But even she had to admit that it was getting harder and harder to escape death by the sword. Jones was stronger—much more stronger—than her and her arms were staring to ache. Silently, she said a prayer for Will to come, to save her like he always did. Where was her Will? For once, she wanted him to save her, to protect her. "Why is it that you hate love so much?"

He seemed to twitch in hurt. "Love," he spat angrily. "Is nothing but pain. Trusting is the worst thing you can do to yourself next to loving."

"I trust Will. And he keeps his promises."

"Enough of this talk!" In anger, Jones raised his blade high above her but she managed to escape.

"He is more of a man than you'll ever be," she told him quietly over the rain. And she meant it. Will was noble, loving, strong and trustworthy—the only man she'd ever love. Just thinking about him gave her renewed hope that perhaps, after the battle was over, they could start over. . .with a family. But then, were they still engaged?

With that, Jones' eyes blazed with fury, making Elizabeth's widen with fear. He used his claw to knock her out and her sword clambered on the deck. Jones snickered, raised his sword high above her once again, and readied himself to kill the pirate king. The end was nearing, yet no one seemed to notice.

No one except William Turner.

Well, this was a short one, I know. But it was sort of a bridge to the next chapters, which I'm excited about already! The end is gonna be. . .a secret. Will someone die? Or will they both live, get married, have a family and be happy forever?