Do I own anything? Nope… Do I want to? Yep…
19 Years Later
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Eloise Sparrow and Quentin Reynalds stood hand in hand. They looked at each other and smiled. Eloise let a lone tear slide down her cheek. Quentin squeezed her hand as they stepped forward. She looked up at the noose and kept her chin high as it was placed around her neck. This was exactly the way she wanted to die. She looked out all the faces staring back up at her. She turned towards her husband again and they embraced in a long passionate kiss. They were roughly pulled apart.
"I love you," she whispered to Quentin.
"I love you more," he whispered back.
Eloise thoughts turned to her son, Jack. He would grow up being proud of his parents. He would be proud of what they did and how they died. He was the offspring of the last real pirates. Another tear slid down her face, but she would not stop smiling. She listened to the list of offences that she had committed with her lover. Her grin grew larger as she stared into the wrinkled, yet triumphant face of Lord Cutler Beckett.
"She's smiling. Why are they smiling?" Beckett's grin faded and turned into a grimace. The face was so familiar that it made Eloise laugh. This was the last sound she would ever make and it made her happy. This was the last sound Quentin would ever hear and it made him happy. As the trapdoors opened simultaneously, the only regret that Eloise had thought of was that piracy had not lived on. It was not able to burn on with the life that the memory of her would. But that was okay. And for the first time in her life, she knew that all was well.