Muse

Ok first :

The Thankyou's;

Michelle: For the script to be able to actually write this, so i kinda owe it to you lol! Thanks hun, I owe you one!!

ShatteredMind: Makes me happy to know you're enjoying it almost as much as i enjoyed writing it!

Jessica: For making me smile! Your reviews make me laugh!hehe! You've got great passion for these characters, and its been a pleasure to write for you!

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And now...tissues at the ready....


Its the final chapter..............

Chapter Thirteen

*Turning to face what you've become.
Buried the ashes of someone,
you're broken by the strain.
Trying to fill that space inside...
Am I just like you?
All the things you do...*

"Against de cold... and de sorrow."

Elizabeth took the mug but didn't drink. The cold and the sorrow were what she deserved.

Everyone was down...even Tia Dalma.

Jack had touched everyone. Not just her...it seemed selfish now, looking back on it.

"It's a shame. I know you're t'inking that wid the Pearl, you coulda captured the devil and set free your fadder's soul." Tia looked at Will pittifully.

"Doesn't matter now. The Pearl's gone." Will's eyes seemed to flicker towards her. "Along with its captain."

She hadn't looked at him. Not once. Not because he held his suspisions...but because doing so would make her realise what Jack knew all along...she loved the blacksmith...but she didn't want him...she didn't need him...not like she needed Jack.

She thought one taste could sadate her...she now knew how wrong she was.

Gibbs stood in the doorway outside of the side the shack.

"Aye." he said mournfully. "And already the world seems a bit less bright. He fooled us all right to the end."

Elizabeth found she could no longer look at him, either.

"But I guess that honest streak finally won out." He added, now walking into the cabin.

Elizabeth felt tears sting her eyes.

He was a hero to everyone...just the way he would have wanted it.

"To Jack Sparrow!" Gibbs held his mug proudly in the air.

"Never another like Captain Jack." Ragetti added, sounding saddened.

"He was a gentleman of fortune, he was." Standing close to his friend, patting him on the shoulder.

Elizabeth finally spoke up.

"He was a good man."

Oh, there was never a true statment made about Jack Sparrow...except for that.
And she really believed it...because she had already told him he was....

And now it had become his own fall...

Will looked over at her. She could feel him staring.
His body language was giving off mixed signals to her..she was not sure whether he was berating her or honouring her.
" If there was anything could be done to bring him back..." He said to her quietly. His voice seemed calm, and he sounded like he was being very honest. "Elizabeth..."

She looked at him then.

Oh god...he knows...

"Would you do it? Hmmm?" Tia Dalma asked her, her hypnotic voice making Elizabeth look at the woman infront of her.

" would you? Hmmm?" She then asked the rest of the men in the room.
" What would any of you be willing to do? Hmmm? Would you sail to the ends of the eart', and beyond, to fetch back witty Jack and 'im precious Pearl?"

Her bright eyes still settles on Elizabeth. It was almost as if she knew...

"Aye." Soluted Gibbs, taking a stand and also taking another gulp from his mug.

"Aye!" Shuted Pintel, rising with Gibbs.

"Aye." Ragetti followed, although he sounded slightly more subdued.

"Awk! Aye." Cotton's parrot copied.

"Yes." Elizabeth said quietly. She could feel the tears well up again within her eyes.

She would do anything...

But she did not regret it. Whatever happened out there between him and the sea beast, she knew that the debt was re-paid...Jack owed nothing to no one anymore...

But she owed this to him.
She owed it to herself

She still needed him...she still wanted him...she still needed to want him.

Captain Jack Sparrow was many things...but the one thing that resembled him the most was freedom; and she wanted it back more than anything...it was worth more than anything she had in this life...

This life that she did not want to live in without him...

"Aye." Will whispered, looking deep in thought.


"Alright." The mysteriously beautiful woman told the crew, her voice becomming almost a whisper.

" But if you're goin' brave de weird, and haunted shores, at world's end, den... you will need a captain who knows dose waters"

There was a dull thud upon the stairs.

Everyone looked around.

He descended; his echoing boots causing a dull ache in the pit of her stomach.

"So tell me, what's become of my ship?"


The men gasped...Will give him a look of uter most hatred...


But Elizabeth knew.


She knew all too well.


They were going to find Captain Jack Sparrow.


...She needed to.

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Finish

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