At long last, I have completed the fifth chapter. Thank you so much to all who actually waited for it, and to those of you I haven't gotten around to replying individually to. I'm horribly busy these days, and I've only just had the chance to write again...More will be on the way this time, I promise!

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Having escaped the Flying Dutchman (The details of which escape were not important because they did not particularly glorify the Cooper twins or cause any sort of angst for them)Will, Krysty, and Bill floated on some spare boards in the open sea. This should have been dangerous, as it was night and the sharks were hungry. However, Krysty kept the sharks entertained and appeased by singing. Her voice was so beautiful that the sharks cried tears of appreciation and some of them even fell into such a deep trance that they sank to the bottom of the ocean and drowned.

Eventually, though, the trio caught sight of a ship in the distance. Krysty wondered if it was the same ship she'd seen earlier, the ship that had mysteriously disappeared when the Flying Dutchman had surfaced, but there wasn't really any way to tell, so she didn't mention it. Will and Bill watched as well. Will moaned.

"My arms are bloody sore." he lamented. Krysty paddled over to him, and reached out a hand to gently caress his buff bicep.

"It'll be all right." she assured him. "Just a little while longer, and the ship will get here."

"Wonderful." Will muttered, giving a little kick to try and get away from her touch. A shark nipped at his toes, though, and Bill gave him a disapproving glance, so he sighed and stayed where he was.

It was only a matter of time before the ship came close enough for them to yell out to those on board, and after a few more minutes of floating in the now-dark water, the three of them were hauled on board where they were immediately wrapped in warm blankets. Krysty sniffed. She hoped she hadn't caught cold, being wet and cold for so long.

Will began to make his way to the far side of the ship, but on his way there, collided with an imposing military figure. "Oh," he muttered. "hello, Commodore."

Commodore James Norrington stood majestically, holding his head high as he overlooked the people he'd just rescued from the ocean.

"What in the name of all that's holy is that?" he asked, pointing in the general direction of Bill and Krysty.

"Er…that's my father." Will replied. "He looks like that…well, he's been serving on the Flying Dutchman for a long while now, and you see, when you're on that ship for any lengthy period of time…"

"Not that." Norrington sighed impatiently, because of course he would not care about the fish/crustacean/barnacle man when the most beautiful woman in the whole world and probably universe was there too. "The gorgeous creature beside him."

Krysty huffed. "I'm not a creature. I'm a girl…woman. My name is Krysty."

Norrington frowned.

"Wait a moment," he said, eyeing her. "Haven't I seen you before? Today, in fact?"

"I don't think so." Krysty shook her head. "I would remember that."

James Norrington actually blushed.

"Well, I thought I saw you…on a boat…with the pirate, Sparrow."

"Oh, my gosh!" Krysty exclaimed. The entire crew jumped, and readied their daggers, unsure whether she had uttered that exclamation out of surprise or alarm. (Because, after all, though they couldn't all hear the conversation, they couldn't possibly miss the magical sound of Krysty's voice).

"What?" Bill asked, popping a small shellfish into his mouth. Krysty made a face.

"Ugh."

"What, what?" Norrington asked, eagerly.

"Oh, right." Krysty remembered. "Um, it was just that…I think you saw my twin sister."

"There are two of you?" Norrington said, disbelievingly. That was much too good to be true, he thought.

"Well…not exactly. Just two sisters. Me and my twin, Mysti."

"Wait!" Will spoke up. "Did you see Elizabeth? Was Elizabeth there?"

Krysty giggled.

"Will, baby." she murmured quietly, in a just-for-him tone. "Don't interrupt."

Will was rendered speechless from the second word she spoke, and sat down on the deck, burying his head in his hands. Norrington ignored him.

"Would you do me the honor of joining me in my cabin for dinner?" he asked Krysty.

"Yes!" Will exclaimed, lifting his head. "She'd be honored! Wouldn't you, Krysty?"

"Well, when you put it that way…" Krysty said, smiling shyly. "Yes, I suppose I will."

Meanwhile…

Jack rolled over on his bed, and stared into Mysti's eyes.

"That was the most amazing thing I've ever experienced." he told her, referring to the sweet, earth-shaking, ground-breaking, life-changing love they had just made.

Mysti looked troubled, and pulled the sheets up to cover her incredible womanly features.

"I think we might be taking this relationship too fast." she said, worriedly,

"Don't ye worry 'bout da way tings have played out." said a female voice from the corner. Mysti gave a little shriek, and disappeared under the covers. Jack turned to face the source of the voice.

"Tia Dalma…" he remarked. "So nice of you to drop by. Dare I ask?"

"Ye need not." she replied, offhandedly. "I came t'see de girl."

Mysti peeked out from under the covers.

"Me?" she asked.

"Yes, ye…Ye have a touch of destiny about ye, Mystery Cooper."

Meanwhile…

Krysty giggled.

"So his fiancé was yours before she was his? And now she's a pirate's?" she asked. Norrington nodded in confirmation.

"Just between the two of us…I did see her on that ship with your sister…but I'm not going to tell him that."

Krysty gasped at this juicy tidbit of information, and daintily nibbled at her dinner.

"Why, Commodore, that is just…terrible…" she declared. "Why would you do that to Will?"

"Isn't it obvious?" Norrington asked, scooting his chair closer to hers. He had begun on the opposite end of the table to her, and through the course of the evening, had gradually ended up sitting next to her.

"Commodore." Krysty asked. "Do you have to wear that wig?"

"Wha?" Norrington replied, somewhat taken aback by this random question. Krysty giggled again at his ineloquence, but her expression grew serious again.

This was the turning point in Krysty's time in the Caribbean. She loved Will with all her heart, but being the selfless, wonderful person that she was, decided that she had better move on because she couldn't force him to love her. No matter how confusing it was that out of all the men on the face of the earth, the one she wanted didn't love her, even with all her beauty and charm, she could not make Will love her the way she loved him. And so she made a heartbreakingly unselfish choice. She would let him go. And she would do what she had to in order to get her sister back. In this circumstance, she would coerce Norrington, who had access to this magnificent ship, into following the ship that carried her sister away from her.

"It's just…I think you might be awfully handsome without it…" she told Norrington. He reached up, and pulled the white wig from his head, revealing a head of short, dark hair.

"You think?" he asked.

"I do…" Krysty said.

Meanwhile…

"How did you get here?" Mysti asked, still hiding under the covers.

"Dat is not important." Tia Dalma assured her. "What is important is dat you will have a great, great role t'play in de forming of de world ye know…in yer own time."

"That doesn't really make any sense, though." Mysti said, frowning. This, of course, meant that Tia Dalma was being vague, because Mysti was brilliant and if the comment had held any amount of understandability at all, she would have caught it.

"Ye will be great in dese waters." Tia Dalma continued. "Ye…and yer child."

"What child?" Jack and Mysti asked at the same instant, both suitably alarmed.

"De one ye carry within ye." Tia Dalma said, raising a finger at Mysti.

"That's impossible." Jack said, looking very worried. "We've only just…you can't…How can you possibly know that?"

"I see all." Tia Dalma explained. "And de child ye have created…de both of ye…will be very, very important."

Mysti burst into tears.

"What's wrong?" Jack asked.

"I'm pregnant with a pirate baby, that's what!" she told him. "I can't be pregnant. I have to go to become a famous gymnast someday. Or a model. Or a movie star. Or an agent of world peace! How can I do that if I'm a single mother?"

Jack shook his head.

"You won't be, love." He assured her. In this moment, every bit of pirate indecency in Jack Sparrow fled, and, conquered by her beauty and the love he felt for her, he showed that he really was a good man. "I'll be with you."

"What do you mean? You can't possibly want to stay with me…I'll just be a burden to you." Mysti said, sobbing.

"Never." Jack swore. "I love you…I always will. And I love our baby."

Tia Dalma wept again.