Author's Note: Okay so this was supposed to be out weeks ago and I went on vacation and then when I got back from vacation there was a hurricane here and then school started right after so it's been like, crazy hectic for me here. I do hope however, that if any of my readers are from the east coast that you're all okay! And I'm sorry to have kept everyone waiting!

Disclaimer: I do not own Pirates of the Caribbean.

The Brig of the Flying Dutchman

"Bravo!" One of Jack's replica's, an illusion of his mind, cheered. "You've successfully arrived aboard the Flying Dutchman as per the overall scheme. Clever little minx you've got yourself there, Jackie."
"Oh yes, chapeau, mate," another replica spoke up, "Except for this little sojourn in the brig, everything's like clockwork."
Jack frowned at his hallucinations, "Go away!"

"Or back to the locker?" the first hallucination questioned, smirking.
The other one smirked as well, "But without you, Jackie?"

A third replica emerged from the wall, leaving the back of his skull where it was when he was sitting. He took out his brain and began to examine it as he spoke, "Stab the heart," he spoke up. Jack looked over at the grossest version of himself, "And live forever as Captain of the Flying Dutchman." The replica paused for a moment, looking up, "Then again, if you're in the brig, who's to stab the heart?"

"It does put immortality a bit out of reach," the second one frowned as the first picked a peanut out of the real Jack's hair, smiling happily before eating it.

"And what of Miss Kate?" The second one continued on, a lazy smile on his face, "What will become of her if you do stab the heart. Eh?"

The Deck of The Black Pearl

"Don't ye have your own ship?" Barbossa glanced as Kate made her way onto the deck of the Black Pearl.

"We're going to use the Black Pearl as a flagship to lead the attack," she explained to him.

"Oh, will we, now?" he made a hand gesture and Pintel and Ragetti brought in Tia Dalma, bound in ropes, up from below deck.

"All right, Mrs. Fish, come on," Pintel was chuckling as he led the bound woman.

"Barbossa you can't release her," Will pleaded.

"We have to give Jack a chance," Kate added on, sadly. Last night she'd woken up in the middle of the night and they had decided she would hand him over so that he could stab the heart. She had pretended to be okay with Jack living forever and only being able to see him once every ten years, but she wasn't okay with it deep down inside.

"Apologies, your majesty!" Barbossa snapped at her, causing tears to prick at her eyes from the loud noise. She hated shouting. "Too long me fate has not been in my own hands… no longer!" He pulled her necklace off of her, the cord snapping at the back of her neck, before he dropped it into the bowl with the other pieces of eight.

Kate frowned nervously as she glanced at Tia Dalma. Gibbs came up to her, rubbing the back of his neck. "Err.. be there some sort of rite or incantation?"

"Aye," Barbossa nodded, "Items to be brought together… done. Items to be burned. And someone must speak the words, "Calypso, I release you from your human bonds.""

"Er, that's it?" Pintel glanced at his Captain, confused.

"It was said it must be spoken as if to a lover," Barbossa smirked as members of his original crew, and some of Jack's members, chuckled.

"Calypso," he shouted out as Kate rolled her eyes. If that was how he addressed a woman, no wonder he didn't have one. "I release you from your human bonds," he attempted to light the items on fire, but nothing happened.

Kate crossed her arms, smirking smugly, "That it, then?"
"Nothing happened!" Pintel whined.

"You didn't say it right." All eyes turned to look at Ragetti who was shaking nervously, "You have to say it right," he whispered, walking up. He leaned in and whispered, "Calypso, I release you from your human bonds."

The bowl levitated before the items caught fire and Kate's arms dropped, a small pout on her face. She had liked Tia and now they were going to have to deal with an angry goddess.

As she began to inhale the smoke, she just stared down at the ground. Will stepped forward. "Tia Dalma," he tried, but he got no response. He frowned, trying again. "Calypso." The bowl fell as she snapped her head up to look at him. "When the Brethren Court first imprisoned you, who was it that told them how? Who was it that betrayed you?"

She obviously didn't know by the look on her face. She grew fierce, demanding for him to tell her. He named Davy Jones. Her face grew into a nasty snarl as she began to grow. The crew struggled to contain her in their rope as she finally finished growing.

Barbossa stepped forward, taking her hat off as he bowed. Kate took his cue and sank to one knee, head down. The rest of the crew followed their direction. Everyone glanced up from under his or her lashes as Barbossa asked for her help.

"Calypso, I come before you as a servant, humble and contrite. I have fulfilled me vow and now ask your favor. Spare meself, me ship, me crew, but unleash your fury upon those that dare pretend themselves your masters, or mine."

It seemed almost as if Calypso was going to laugh after a moment before she roared something that sounded like My fishes! She then roared some more words, ones that Kate couldn't understand, before she turned into a bunch of crab and they all scurried overboard.

Kate smirked, realizing that she and Barbossa were the only two that hadn't gotten a crab attached to them anywhere.

"Was that it?" Will gasped, looking up.

"Why, she's no help at all," Pintel pointed out the obvious, which he was very good out, "What now?"

"Nothing," Barbossa frowned, "Our final hope has failed us."

"It's not over," Kate whispered, glancing out to the sky.

"There's still a fight to be had," Will nodded, walking up next to her. Elizabeth scurried up next to her fiancé.

"We've an armada against us," Gibbs turned to the three former citizens of Port Royal with a frown. His frown only grew at the sight of Kate. "And with the Dutchman, there's no chance."

"Only a fool's chance," Kate locked eyes with Gibbs. She was determined to fight. To fight for her father, for James Norrington, to get Jack back, and most importantly, she was determined to fight for herself.

"Revenge won't bring your father back, Miss Swann," Barbossa spoke a bit more compassionately than he intended to. He snapped back to his colder demeanor, "And it's not something I'm intending to die for."

"You're right," Kate nodded, turning to face him, "Then what shall we die for?" She managed a weak smile that he returned.

She jumped up where all of the crew could see her. "The Brethren will still be looking here to us, to the Black Pearl, to lead… and what will they see? Frightened bilge rats aboard a derelict ship? No. They will see free men, and freedom! And what the enemy will see is the flash of our cannons… they will hear the ring of our swords and they will know what we can do. By the sweat of our brows," she locked eyes with Barbossa. "And by the strength of our backs… and the courage of our hearts," she looked at Gibbs now, smiling. "Gentleman," she ordered, "Hoist the colors!"

"Hoist the colors," Will repeated, smiling up at his friend. Elizabeth smiled at the sight of her younger sister as all of the crew began to repeat the statement. She turned to the ship nearest them and shouted it as well.

As everyone ran about, it began to rain and Kate discarded her hat, letting her wet hair hang in her face. She occasionally slicked it backwards with her hand as she pulled on ropes, glancing at her sister. They'd been through so much together in this past year. They'd lost their friend and their father and they had each gained the man of their dreams, but as their eyes locked, they realized that they would have to choose their own fates for once in their lives. They were still sisters whom loved one another, but they against each other in the long run.

Elizabeth would choose Will over Kate, because she had done so once already when she kissed Jack, betraying her younger sibling. She sent Jack to his death once, and Kate knew that she would do it again. And Kate knew that she would choose Jack over Elizabeth because obviously her sister chose Will. But the real question was, what would the men choose? They each wanted the chest to themselves. They wanted to stab the heart of Davy Jones for their own reasons. Will may be persuaded not to stab the heart; he'd pined after Elizabeth for so long, but would Jack choose Kate?

"Have you noticed," Pintel cried out, "That on top of everything, it's raining?"

"That's a bad sign," Ragetti frowned, helping him.

"Man the capstan!" Gibbs ordered. "Keep that powder dry!" After a moment Kate looked up as he gasped, "Maelstrom!"

Kate jumped up from where she was when she saw Gibbs struggling with the ship's wheel and tugged gently on Barbossa's coat sleeve, "Captain Barbossa," she squeaked out. She knew Jack would murder her for this, "We need you at the helm."

"Aye," he grinned, "That be true!" He walked past her to the wheel and grabbed it, spinning it away, "Brace up the yards, ya cockeyed deck apes! Dyin' is a day worth livin' for!"

Kate grabbed Marty and pulled him to his feet as he slipped on the deck. Will began to shout things to Barbossa and Kate glanced around rapidly looking for what else needed to be done. She glanced out to the sea to find her own ship, but she couldn't even remember what her flag looked like. Too much had gone on in these past few days to keep up with everything. She sighed.

"Take her out or she'll overbear us!"
"Nay," Barbossa disagreed with Will as Kate finally joined them, "Farther in! We'll cut across to faster waters!"

"Prepare to broadside!" Kate shouted.

"Captain the guns!" Gibbs added on.

"At the ready!" Will finished for them all.

The Brig of the Flying Dutchman

Jack and his hallucinated replicas were pacing back and forth. The real Jack was muttering to himself, "Think like the whelp… think like the whelp…" repeatedly. His eyes fell on the door, "Half barrel hinges…" he recalled. "Leverage!"

He grabbed a large piece of splintered wood and pried the door open. He grinned, turning to his hallucinations, "Wish me luck, boys, I'll need it!" He ran off, leaving the three alone.

"I miss him already," One spoke up, sadly.

"He is quite charming isn't he?" The other responded.

"Nobody move!" The fishy one that came out of the wall earlier shouted, "I dropped me brain!" The other two Jacks looked in disgust as he began his search.

The Deck of the Black Pearl

"Batten down the hatches! Stick to your guns! Sight the flash!" Gibbs shouted. Kate was so glad to have him on board. Gibbs was one of the best men that she knew. She glanced at him as Pintel and Ragetti readied their cannons. "Hold it, wait till we're more to port!"

Finally, Barbossa gave the order and everyone began to shout to fire their cannons.

"It be too late to alter course now, mateys," Barbossa gave his maniacal laugh as he stayed at the ships wheel while the ships exchanged cannon fire.

Kate finally got to be a bit more active as members of the Flying Dutchman swung over onto the Pearl. She helped defend Jack's ship with the rest of his crew, glancing as Elizabeth and Will spoke, fighting together.

"Elizabeth! Will you marry me?" Will shouted, stabbing a man. Real romantic, Turner.

"I don't think now is the best time!" Elizabeth called back, surprised. Kate chuckled, kicking a man off of her sword.

"Now may be the only time! I love you. I've made my choice," he grabbed her hand. "What's yours?"

"Barbossa!" Kate turned in shock at her sister's outburst. Elizabeth was beaming. Will looked confused, before she asked Barbossa to marry them. Kate shook her head, eyes still wide, before she continued her fight.

She could hear Barbossa shouting over the clanging of metal and when she saw the two kissing, she assumed they had been married.

Kate finally kicked the man she'd been fighting for about ten minutes off of the deck of the Pearl and into the raging ocean below. She grabbed hold of a rope, sheathing her sword. She took a deep breath before she jumped up and off the deck to swing to the other ship. She was on her way to save Jack from whatever trouble he'd gotten into this time.