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Thank you all for reviewing. Things are indeed coming together finally and there may be only around 4 or a few more chapters left in this sordid tale. Weirdness abounds in this chapter once again. Enjoy.

Scully scanned the pages for a third time. The puzzle pieces were coming together but still something didn't add up. Sighing, she fell to her pillow and shut her eyes.

Scully found herself on a beautiful beach. It was almost sunset and the sky was just a gorgeous array of colors ranging from deep red to just barely visible purple. Leaning to the ground, she tested it and indeed it was sand beneath her feet.

"It's nearly sunset."

Scully looked up and in the distance saw the forms of two people by the water. The one, who was much taller and looked to be a man, went to a rock and grabbed a square object off of it. Scully walked closer and listened to what they were saying.

"Its always belonged to you. Will you keep it safe?" he asked, sounding a little unsure.

"Yes," a woman responded. "Yes."

They walked closer to each other until their foreheads touched. Such a romantic moment. And then suddenly the man pulled away. He began to walk towards the ocean. Where was he going? What was so special about that box anyway?

Suddenly the woman began to shake her head. "Will!" She ran to him and pulled his head down so as to kiss him. It lasted for far too briefly.

"Keep a weather eye on the horizon," he said before walking slowly towards the water. And the woman could only stand there as she watched him vanish from the beach entirely.

Scully suddenly noticed that a ship was on the water and it began to sail away. The woman placed the box by her feet and wiped her eyes before falling to her knees.

Scully looked to the horizon one more time before running to make sure the woman was okay. As she was coming closer, Scully noticed that she was blonde and wearing a black dress without sleeves. She was also tan likely from the warm climate. "Miss? Miss, is everything all right?" she asked, placing a hand on her back.

"I've-I've lost him again." The woman got to her feet but kept her head down. She wrapped her arms around Scully's neck. Scully rubbed her back as she sobbed a little on her shoulder. The woman then let go and looked Scully right in the eye. Brown meeting blue.

Scully opened her eyes and a face was leaning into hers. Brown eyes met blue.

"Hello," the blonde haired ghost said.

The sun had gone down hours ago and not many were out save for one person. Mulder didn't feel tired so he decided that maybe a jog might do the trick.

They had only been on the island for a few days and Mulder had never felt so relaxed in his life. Maybe those ads were right, maybe island air was what one needed to let loose and calm themselves down.

No papers needed filing, no cases sending him around the country, just himself and his partner. Alone.

Oh, and this mystery of course. Jack Sparrow seemed to know a lot about the island's history. Maybe the two of them should pay the man another visit tomorrow.

Looking to his watch, it read 1 o'clock and seeing as it was nighttime, it was probably time to hit the sack. Mulder was just turning around when his cell-phone began to ring. "Mulder," he said answering it.

"Mulder; it's me," his partner said.

Something seemed to be a bit off with her voice though. "What is it Scully?"

"Can you meet me at the docks in ten minutes?" she asked.

"Sure but-," he said just before she hung up on him. Looking at the phone once, he quickly put it away before running to where she wanted told him to go.

Scully felt the cold air all around her but couldn't do anything about it. She tried to turn her head but still found herself to be staring straight ahead.

"Scully?" she heard her partner call out from rather close by.

She wanted to respond but couldn't. She wasn't in control at the moment.

"Scully," Mulder shouted again.

She didn't respond but instead dove head first into the water. Mulder quickly ran and tried to find her from the dock. The wind suddenly began to pick up speed and the waves increased in height but he ignored it for the most part. After he was unsuccessful he jumped in after her.

It was so dark underwater that he couldn't see a thing. He tried to feel his way towards her with each stroke. Finally he felt something that he came to realize was an arm. He grabbed on tightly and slowly made his way to the surface.

His air was running out and he knew he couldn't last much longer. After finally breaking through to the surface, Mulder pulled Scully out of the water first and placed her on the dock before getting out himself.

He quickly looked for a pulse and found it. She wasn't breathing so CPR was their best bet. He opened her mouth, breathed a few times, did compressions and checked to see if anything changed. It hadn't so he continued the process.

"Come on Scully. Don't give up on me now."

"Come on Scully. Don't give up on me now."

The agent in question couldn't do anything to let her partner know that she was all right.

"Please," she pleaded with the spirit, "let me have my body back. You tried but it didn't work. Let me go."

"You're the doctor. Come on now." Mulder put his mouth to her lips one more time and when he came away she began to gag. He leaned her to her side and she let out the water which had entered her lungs.

Scully took several deep, gasping breaths. "Thank you Mulder," she whispered weakly.

"What were you doing there Scully?" he asked, looking to the dock and back at her.

Scully placed a shaky hand to her head and moved an errant strand of hair from her face. "I-Mulder-I...I don't know exactly."

Mulder frowned. "You don't know?"

Scully shook her head and carefully got to her feet. When she began to sway to one side, Mulder quickly jumped to his feet to catch her.

Scully sighed. "I want to go back to the room now, alright."

"Yeah, sure," Mulder said. He took a hold of her hand and didn't let go the entire way back. Once there, they quickly got out of their wet clothes (taking special care not to look at the other while dressing) before climbing into the bed. Mulder reached to the side and turned off the lamp. "Good night Scully." Scully turned and lay on her side. "Night Mulder."

The sea was the image of perfect serenity just before dawn. Fog had rolled in and blocked the shore from sight.

As the sun came to its highest point, bubbles appeared on the ocean surface. A glorious ship arose from the depths and a lone man was staring out towards shore. He was tall and had a morose look upon his handsome face. He still wore the same burgundy shirt, black breeches and black boots he'd always worn along with the blue bandana upon his head.

It had been many years, but he felt her. Her spirit had been nearby but now it was long gone. Sighing, he lowered a lifeboat into the water. He jumped inside and began the long row to shore.

After many, many years, the Captain of the Flying Dutchman was finally returning to land.

Hope this wasn't too confusing for anyone. I know some people are going to be happy by this ending. ;) I hope you all enjoyed it and I hope everyone has a good week ahead of them. See you soon.