This is the second to last chapter, everyone! The very last one will be posted right after this.

Disclaimer: I do not own any rights to Pirates of the Caribbean. I only own Abigail Unger and Sarah Williams.

Chapter 14: They're Turning Away

She couldn't be dead. Sarah was stronger than that. She couldn't have left Abby alone after the years they spent together in the time period. Eight men were now dead at Abby's hand and she didn't feel an ounce of guilt.

Out of the corner of her eye, a large figure barreled down at her. She went to swipe but Will jumped between them. He pushed her back as he faced whomever she was about to kill.

"Stop! It's me!" He yelled through the thick rain. Abby paused. She stepped out from behind Will to get a look at whoever he spoke to.

Bootstrap stood before them, his face twisted into a snarl. His eyes were fogged over as if he was in a trance. Not blinking at Will's voice, Bootstrap shoved him onto the railing. Will gasped at the pain that erupted in his side. Staggering, he lifted the old blade so his father could see. "It's me. Your son."

Recognition flashed across Bootstrap's old, pale eyes. His arm faltered for a moment and it gave time for Abby to act. She dove to knock the blade out of Bootsrap's hand but he returned to his shell state once again.

He knocked her on her back. The blow vacuumed air out of her lungs and she laid there like a fish out of water until she had the strength to heave herself up.

Will had muttered something to Bootstrap and stuck the knife into the wood, just by his father's shoulder. Stunned, Bootstrap's eyes were locked on the knife. He stretched his arm over to reach it but stopped, looking at the two. Abby stared at him unsure of what to say as well. She was glad he was still alive after all this time. After all that he did to help them it would have been awful to witness his death - even if he was slowly turning into a mindless shell.

A yell erupted from a far and Abby swiveled around to see Will standing behind Davy Jones. Laying on the bottom of the stairs, Elizabeth frantically looked over to Abby. Abby ran forward and saw a sword sticking out of Jones's chest.

"Missed." Jones took the end of the sword in his claw and bent it to the side. "Did you forget? I'm a heartless wretch." Will tugged at the sword, trying to free it from Jones. Jones spun around, slicing his sword in the air. Will ducked but not low enough to miss Jones's peg that knocked him in the head. He soared onto the deck.

Abby screamed and lunged at Jones, fury clouding every instinct that would keep her alive against the captain. He managed to cut her arm open and she gasped. Blood poured down her arm as she backed up. Her lungs ached as her stamina lowered. She was beyond exhausted. Her friend was dead. Her best friend was dead. There was nothing she could do about it. Sarah was gone.

But that doesn't mean she would have to let Will and Elizabeth die.

Taking a deep breath, Abby raised her sword but paused when Jones let out a deep, short laugh. He turned around in a circle, catching the glances the three of them were sharing. "Ah," he said. "Love. A dreadful bond." Abby furrowed her eyebrows at him, wondering where he was getting at. A smirk had spread across Jones's pale mouth and he turned to Will. "Yet so easily severed. Tell me, William Turner, do you fear death?"

"Do you?" Jack appeared behind Abby, gripping a severed sword in one hand and a beating heart in the other. He raised the jagged blade over the heart, posing a threat to Jones. The heart pulsed in his hand, calm unlike Jones.

The open chest rested at Jack's feet, and he grinned. "Heady tonic, holding life and death in the palm of one's hand."

"You're a cruel man, Jack Sparrow."

Jack narrowed his eyes at the other captain. "Cruel is a matter of perspective."

"Is it?" Jones's sword sliced into Will's chest. He gasped out in pain, his body writhing in the sudden pain. Jones pushed the sword deeper into his skin.

Abby couldn't breathe. She sunk to her knees, her eyes on the sword sticking straight up. Jones's deep laughs were muffled by the rain pouring down around her. She wished for it to all be a dream that she would wake from at that very moment. It was only a terrible, terrible dream.

Tears poured down her face once again. The sobs racked her body and she curled up, crawling over to Will. She took his face in her hands, her thumb running across his cheekbone. "It's alright," she whispered, not knowing if it was to reassure him or her. Elizabeth crawled over next to her, her own fingers tracing the wound in his chest.

"It's deep," she stated, her face expressionless. "Look at me! Stay with me!" She urged him just as his eyes began to slid shut. "You're all right."

Abby sobbed as she took it all in. "Not you too," she whispered. "Not you too." She didn't listen on the commotion that went on behind her nor did she care. She was frozen by Will's side watching his life fade away just like Sarah's did.

Jack knelt down beside them, resting the heart on the deck. "I have an idea."

"What?" Elizabeth asked him.

Meanwhile Abby knew what he was talking about - or at least had an idea. It was buried under a mountain of ashes that was once her past life and it struggled to get out. The words wouldn't form though.

Jack took Will's hand and wrapped the blade in his palm. Placing it over the heart, he looked up at Jones, waiting. The two girls sat silently knowing it was the only option they had on keeping Will alive.

The blade plunged itself into the heart, stopping the beating. For some odd reason, Abby half expected blood to pour from it and was disappointed that nothing oozes from the muscle. She wanted to see Jones bleed just like Will and Sarah did. She wanted him to feel exactly what they felt.

Jones's sword clattered to the ground as she heard his heavy footsteps stumbled across the deck. She didn't bother to turn around. She knew what was happening to him. Good, she thought. He deserved it. And with that, Jones fell over the side of the ship and into the stormy waters for good.

Under her hands, Will felt cold. His head fell limp against hers and the tears sprung up once again. Elizabeth shook him, urging him to wake. She screamed at him to open his eyes. Abby said nothing.

"Part of the ship, part of the crew." A chorus of deep, gravely voices chanted. They grew louder around her as they circled around them. Jack pulled her and Elizabeth to their feet dragging them away from Will. Elizabeth struggled against him, fighting to get back to Will's side.

Abby looked across the deck to see Bootstrap stepping forward with his knife in hand, chanting. His eyes were pinned on his son, not noticing the three. Another held the empty chest open in their hands.

In a blur, the three escaped the Flying Dutchman. Abby couldn't remember stepping back on the Black Pearl except for the fact she was drenched compared to minutes prior. The dark clouds cleared up, letting sunlight shine down on her as a way to cheer her up. It didn't. Her chest felt hollow and numb, trying to accept her losses. It was just a dream.

Jack shouted nonsense as he went up to the helm, looking off into the distance. The crew stood still waiting for something to happen. Abby slunk away to an area unoccupied and stared down into the water. The Flying Dutchman had sunk into the water once her feet were on the Pearl. Both Sarah and Will were on that ship, both dead. They lied beneath the surface away from her reach.

She thought the sudden movement under the water was a shark at first. The dark shadow moved around, shifting in the dark abyss. In the blink of an eye, the Dutchman shot out of the water. The familiar sight made Abby's heart skip a beat. Her eyes scanned along the deck where water poured from, seeing if anything was different. If Will had stabbed the heart that mean he became captain. That meant he was alive, dead, whatever his state of being was.

There she saw him standing by the wheel, a dark bandanna wrapped around his head and his shirt cut open, exposing a long angry scar tracing down his chest. With hope, her eyes searched for Sarah's blonde hair. The crew emerged out onto the deck, shedding their sea-like features for their human ones. Slim dripped down their faces and onto the deck, each marveled at the change.

With a silent agreement, both the Pearl and the Dutchman sailed toward the HMS Endeavour, each taking a side. Cannons were readied, waiting to cause damaged. After a moment's pause, the cannons fired.

Beckett's crew was unable to fire back with the substantial amount of damage both of the pirate ships caused. Navy men poured off the sides while an explosion erupted behind them. The ship had sunk after one final explosion killing all the men aboard including Beckett. The HMS Endeavour sunk behind the two ships after passing and was nothing but a memory in Abby's mind as her attention focused on the ships before her.

Silence struck them all as they waited for the others to take action. In the matter of moments, this ships among the horizon vanished in the fog.

"They're turning away!"

The crew erupted in cheers. They hugged each other, slapped each other's backs, danced, and threw up their hats. Abby didn't participate. Instead, she sat on the steps up to the helm and stared off into the distance.

Elizabeth came down and wrapped an arm around Abby's shoulders. They sat silently while the celebration went on taking in that they have won.

"Where's Sarah?" Jack asked from behind. The name stabbed Abby in the chest, making it hard for her to breathe.

"She's gone." Abby turned around to face Jack. His once amused expression had gone cold.

The corners of his mouth turned down into a frown. "She is?" He went to say something, but stopped. He saw the pain etched across Abby's face and knew it was the truth. Sarah Williams was gone. "Oh." He slunk back up to his previous place with a haunted look.

The Dutchman stuck close by and she could feel its new captain watching them, waiting for them to see him. Abby lifted her head and met his gaze across the short distance of water. A warm smile had spread across her lips at the sight of him. She wanted to jump off the Pearl and swim over to him. However the truth of his survival set in. He would not be able to go on land for ten years as he ferried the dead into the afterlife. That meant she wouldn't be able to come aboard his ship because she was alive. A question raised in her at that moment about Sarah.

Sarah? She mouthed over to him. A little spark of hope flared up inside Abby. She waited for Sarah to come into view, ranting on about the ship or something. Will shook his head in response. Sarah was actually dead and never to return. In that moment she felt something rise up inside of her. A spark of determination? Fury? She couldn't tell.

Whoever had found out their secret must have spread it around and in that short time of peace, a war of her own had unraveled.