Epilogue
Bootstrap Bill blocked the sword that nearly cut off his head. He jumped back as Arabella tried to stick her sword in his stomach. The black haired man let out a deep breath. She nearly killed him! He could feel tears wanting to run down his face. He knew Arabella was angry at him. He had hurt her so terribly when he left.
She hated him! She wanted nothing to do with him! She wanted to stay where she was at! This was his worst fear!
Something inside Bootstrap's brain snapped. He was still in the valley of fears! This was his worst fear, he realized.
The Arabella in front of him disappeared. He smiled and walked forward. He was going to find his wife –his real wife- this time and bring her home.
Not long afterward, he finally found her! She was sitting on the sand, her eyes closed. She looked so lonely….so sad.
He walked to her and sat down beside her. "Are you ready to go home?" He asked.
Arabella looked up. Her eyes widened as she saw her husband. "Bill, is that really you?"
"It's me," he told her gently. He put his hand on top of hers and smiled. "Let's go home."
He helped her up and together they went out of the Davy Jones' Locker together.
Tens years later, Will was set free by Elizabeth. Bootstrap and Arabella lived near them and James Norrington became the captain of the Flying Dutchmen. Of course, that is another story.
Well, I hope everyone enjoyed this story. I am sorry that this story is so short. I am going to write my first crossover story and it will be last story on fanfiction.