A/N: FINALLY the epilogue! Sorry it took so long, folks. This is probably the best chapter of the entire story. I am in love with it. Enjoy and review, this is the final installment!

DISCLAIMER: PotC still belongs to Disney…although I really would like to own Barbossa… -evil smile-

Epilogue

Barbossa took one bore look at the map and rolled it up. According to the charts, if they were to be trusted, The End's destination was straight ahead. Hopefully this was the right island. Barbossa had gone through no end of trouble to get this particular map from the pirate lord of Singapore.

"Drop anchor, ye dogs, we're here!" he ordered, more cheerful than he had been in years.

A longboat was dropped into the water. Barbossa chose four of the crew to go with him.

"Turner, Turner, Cotton, Gibbs, in th' longboat!" he yelled over his shoulder. "An' bring the bottles."

Each of the men carried four empty bottles save for Cotton, whose parrot clutched an extra in its beak. Barbossa waited impatiently while they settled onto seats and then rowed to the island, where he took out the charts once more.

"Accordin' to this, it be right…there…?"

Will tilted his head. "That's it?" he said.

Barbossa looked down at the map again. "Aye, that be it….But the map's tellin' us it's not what it seems, aye?"

He strode over to the large boulder and traced a finger down it. Then he smiled and pushed. A hole opened by way of a seam in the rock and Barbossa and the others stepped through.

Barbossa drew in a breath. "Aye, it's here," he murmured. He stepped forward and fell. There was barely enough time for half a curse to fly before he hit with a smack that took the breath out of him, which was unfortunate, as he had just gone under water.

Spluttering, Barbossa breached the surface.

"Cap'n?" came Bootstrap's voice.

Barbossa bobbed for a moment and then started to laugh. "Jump!" he shouted through his laughter. "Jump, lads! We've found it!"

Whoops of joy filled the chamber as the four remaining on the ledge jumped into the clear water. While the rest landed with loud, echoing splashes, Barbossa took a long, deep drink of the water. It was not at all what he had expected; it tasted faintly of fruit.

"Drink!" he gasped out.

There was a pause.

"It tastes like rum!" Gibbs announced.

"Ye drink too much of the stuff, Gibbs, it tastes like water," Bootstrap corrected.

"Bloody Mary!" Cotton's parrot squawked. "Bloody Mary!"

"Nay, it tastes like an apple," Barbossa countered them all.

Will cleared his throat and stayed quiet.

"Fill the bottles, boys, and we'll be outta here," Barbossa said.

The five of them clambered out of the hole in the rock and into the light.

Barbossa now looked to be twenty-five or thirty, all of the gray highlights gone from his hair, and Bootstrap seemed to be the around the same age. Gibbs looked about forty, and Cotton seemed around that spot as well.

The four looked at Will and started to laugh.

"Shut up!" Will yelled. He slapped a hand over his mouth in shock. The others stopped laughing. Then Barbossa smirked.

"Yer voice just cracked, boy," he pointed out. "Turner, how old is 'e?"

"Looks around fifteen," Bootstrap supplied.

"Thank you, Father," Will grumbled, stalking off.

"Seems to be going through his teenage angst stage again," Bootstrap said in a conspiratorial voice.

The four adults burst into laughter once more.

Fin

A/N: and so it ends. Thanks to everyone who stuck with the story and gave me such lovely reviews. E-cookies for all! You guys are the best. Special thanks to Captain Uschi, whyistherumgone, Perfect Pirate Captain, Lil' Pirate Lass, dextriin, missrisa77, Skystrike26, and Beautiful x lie, my faithful reviewers :)