This chapter took a long time to write. And I'm not even sure it's good, really. I don't knw what's wrong with it! Please to tall me what it is. But I hope it's okay, though.

Where there is love, there is pain—unknown.

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Elizabeth. Will found her finally, lying on the side of the deck, awake but looking fazed. He was horrified to see Davy Jones himself standing over her, his sword hanging threateningly at his side, as if he was about to strike at any moment he felt like it.

Will ran as fast as he could—with cannons and pistols firing around him—toward them, praying to God that she would be fine. But suddenly, he realized that he had left his sword in some pirate's body, and that he was defenseless too. It was too late to turn back now.

I'd die for her.

He watched as Jones lifted his sword to pierce through a scared Elizabeth, and his heart began to beat faster. Then in a flash, Will readily placed himself between Jones and her, so that the blade piercing his heart in a sickening crunch. Will let out a cry of agony as the sword ran through his heart with pain echoing in his eyes. She watched in horror as he collapsed onto the deck, gasping and struggling for his breath.

Elizabeth glanced at Jones, who seemed satisfied with the damage he'd done, and then slowly bent down beside her dying love. She tried not to show how terrified she was to see him so weak and helpless and pale, not strong like she was used to seeing. She put his head in her hands, trying to make their eyes lock. "Will. . ."

But he couldn't keep up. His eyes kept drooping; though every fibre of his being fought to stay awake, to stay alive. It was all for her, his Elizabeth, his only love. He tried to pull out the sword, a weak effort to relieve the pain in his chest and gave up as his strength did. It pained him how much it was hurting her, how her blue eyes filled with tears for him, and how worried she seemed of him.

"Will, stay with me, stay with me! You're alright. . ."As she tore her gaze away from Will for awhile and looked behind her shoulder, she saw Bootstrap attack Davy Jones and stabbing his heart in fury. Elizabeth could not help but hate the man whose sword was in Will's chest.

Tears sprung in her blue eyes as she gazed deeply into the eyes of the man she loved with all her heart. Will would make it; he always did. He had to. "Stay with me! Stay with me!"

He looked up at her, and felt an urge to speak to her. But his throat felt dry. He attempted again to tell her a last time how much he loved her, how happy he's been to have had her, and how he'd wanted her to be happy long after he was gone. But instead, he reached into his pocket shakily, pulling out a band of gold encrusted with diamonds.

Elizabeth took it from him carefully, taking his cold hand in hers. "I understand, Will. I—I love you too. Her voice shook with emotion, and her eyes glistened with tears, watching him struggle like that. It made her heart break even more to see him so weak. "But we'll make it through, Will. I'm so sorry—this is all my fault. . .I shouldn't have wanted to fight," she sobbed, pushing wisps of hair away from his face lovingly. "Just don't leave me."

He didn't want her to blame herself; it was him after all, who sacrificed himself. She looked so sorry that he wanted to comfort her, one last time. But it seemed like all his tortured body could manage for her was shaking his head slightly.

"Don't leave me, Will," she sobbed desperately. Will's breathing had become jagged and more irregular, scaring her more than anyone would ever know. It was all her fault. . . Because if not for her stubbornness, Will wouldn't be in so much pain all for her. "Please don't."

I'm sorry, Elizabeth. I can't fight this anymore. Will took in all of her—her face, her eyes, her lips—with his blurry vision before closing his eyes in defeat. He forced himself to think of Elizabeth, not of the intense pain filling his chest, and then after awhile, felt her lips on his forehead. The thought of never feeling that, or seeing her again made a few tears fall from his shut eyes delicately, like the rain that trickled down his cheeks.

Just holding her hand when his life was about to end assured him that she had been worth it,like all the pain he'd went through led up to this one moment alone. The last thing he heard before everything dulled out was the cry of her voice against the pounding rain pleading him to stay. Telling him she loved him.

Her love was the only thing he'd ever really wanted. And thus, Will Turner left his fiancée with a love stronger than death could ever be.

Okay. . .you can get mad at me now. I know you guys wanted a happily-ever-after thing but I couldn't seem to make it fit here. I really suck at happy stories, really. So this is actually better in some cruel, twisted way.

I know it wasn't really Bootstrap who stabbed the heart but he was the only option left, considering stuff. Jack will be needed later. Oh and people have been telling me that Elizabeth's eyes are brown, not blue. Thanks for that. Like I said, since I already started with blue, I'll just continue with the blue eyes. But thanks anyways! I wouldn't have noticed otherwise.

Thank you( x10000000) for those who review. Thanks so much! For awhile there I thought I'd posted another bad chapter when only a few reviewed. Now, I expect hate mail coming from you guys.