Author's note: Thank you so very much to all of my readers, for the reviews, and the encouragement - you have all been wonderful. Here is the final chapter of "Calypso's Hand"! I hope that you all enjoy my version of the final scene of "At World's End"... I just wrote what could be! Fair winds, mates! (Pirate Cat raises her mug and shouts "Huzzah! Drinks all around!!!")

Ten years later...

Elizabeth Turner laughed at her young son, as he sang a sea chanty, off key, with great flourish of his arms, just as Jack had taught him. Little Will Turner was the mirror image of his father, William, and Elizabeth was so proud of both of them.

"Come on, silly... you mustn't entertain me for too long, or we shall miss the sight that your father wanted so for us to see..." She held out her hand and her son took it, literally pulling her out of the cottage door and down the dirt path that led to the tall grassy pasture that overlooked the sea.

"It was fun to see Uncle Hector today, Mama. How did he know that we were staying here?"

"Well, Will, he has a nephew that lives near here, and he simply heard that Jack was not here to pick us all up yet, and he wanted to pay us a visit to make sure that we were alright. Don't tell Jack, dear, you know how Uncle Hector vexes him..."

"Why do they not get along, Mama? I love Jack, and Uncle Hector is so interesting to talk to... why do they not like each other?"

"...it's a long story, Will. They just bicker, that's all. Hector simply heard that we were here, that your father is helping James on the Dutchman, and he is rather fond of you, so we will just leave it at that, alright, dear? Just do not tell Jack that Hector was checking up on us, please promise me..." Elizabeth was eager to change the subject.

As they walked along, Little Will looked at the setting sun and said, "It must be getting near six o'clock, from the angle of the sun in the sky!"

"Jack and Papa have taught you well! You are a born sailor, and a born pirate, my love."

They kept walking, and Little Will looked up at his mother with his earnest, soft brown eyes. Just like Will's. "Mama, will this be the last time that Papa will have to leave for weeks to help out on the Dutchman?"

Elizabeth stopped, and looked at her boy, and smiled, "Yes... we think so. Of course, he may have to go out one or two more times... it depends upon how things went for this voyage. If things went well, Captain Norrington will be able to regain his soul, and return to all of us, and Papa will be free forever. If we do not see the green flash, Captain Norrington will still have work to do, and Papa must help him... it was condition of Papa's release, ten years ago... we must be patient... it might not be today.

'We do know that Papa will be back today to sail with us until James calls him again, if he needs to... we must remember that we have been very, very blessed, Will, that Papa has been able to spend almost all of his time with us, his family...James is our friend, and Papa was bound by Calypso to help James sometimes, so that Papa could be with us...Jack tries to watch over us when Papa is out on the Dutchman... that is, when we aren't looking after our poor Jack, right?" Elizabeth smiled.

The boy grinned, and said, "When Papa comes back tonight, we will soon go home to the Black Pearl, right, Mama?"

"Yes, yes, Jack will come and get all of us back to the ship in the morning."

"Huzzah!" Little Will leaped into the air, a huge smile on his face. He loved his life aboard the Pearl. Shortly after William had been set free from his captaincy, he and Elizabeth had joined Jack's crew. These had been the happiest years of the Turners' lives... Little Will had been concieved and born upon the Black Pearl, in his parents' cabin, just as Jack had been born on Captain Teague's ship, the Star of Madagascar.

Elizabeth wondered what might have happened to Jack had they not decided to stay aboard the Pearl... there had never been any real doubt in their minds that they would stay on the ship with the captain... neither of them would have ever forgiven themselves if anything had happened to him, if they weren't there... Jack would always have problems in his mind, and while it was vexing to them, he never changed... his cheerful nature and devilish charm made him quite interesting to live with, especially to Little Will. Jack's idiosyncrocies were fascinating to him, and together they were quite the handful.

"Mama, is it true that it is Ireland over there?"

"Yes, darling. Jack and Papa find an island for us to visit every year... so that we can remember what might have been... and celebrate that Papa did not have to stay on the Flying Dutchman. We celebrate our anniversary every year this way, and this year, Jack brought us here...those are the cliffs of Galway across from us..."

"Is that where Jack lived when he was little?"

"Yes, Will, he lived in Connemara with his mama, until she passed away... someday we hope to help Jack do something that we promised... we are going to try to help him find out where his mama is buried..." Little Will looked a bit sad... he was so fond of Jack, and it made him feel bad to know that Jack had spent a terrible childhood; his own parents chose not to tell him about it until he was older.

The child brightened, however, when he saw the high grass of the pasture that was now before him. He could not wait until the Black Pearl would set sail in a few days for the Spanish Territories, for more water from the fountain...Aqua de Vida, they called it... the water that kept his family aboard the Black Pearl forever young... a form of immortality, as it were.. for now, they were looking forward to William coming home again, perhaps forever. They would have to wait and watch.

"Yo Ho, Yo Ho, a pirate's life for me..." Little Will sang merrily, as he skipped.

His mother followed behind, the wind billowing her skirts, and looked out over the horizen. She quickly caught her breath at the sight of a ship far out, almost beyond sight... it was the Flying Dutchman... and was it? Yes, off of the coast of Ireland, approaching, was the Pearl! Jack had come for William, with a longboat to bring him ashore... William had probably promised Jack quite a supply of rum for such service, she smiled.

It was almost time... she beckoned her son, and as she held him close, they waited...

And as the sun finally touched the horizen, the sky lit up with the most beautiful sight that Little William had ever seen in his young life. He gasped in amazement. A ray of bright, blinding green, only before them for the briefest of moments, shot skyward... and was gone. Elizabeth gripped her son to her, and her eyes welled up with grateful, happy tears...

It had happened... it was finally over... James Norrington had passed the tests set forth by Calypso... his soul had returned to earth, and he had been redeemed...he could finally return to England, to start over with his life. She felt a great weight lift from her petite shoulders...

And William Turner the Second, former captain of the Flying Dutchman, and First Mate of the mighty Black Pearl, had been finally been completely released from his service to the Flying Dutchman, with a wave of Calypso's hand!

...Elizabeth ran forward with her son, and they went down onto the rocky beach...She embraced her child to her, and they waited until they saw a long boat, a lantern, and a tall, grinning, handsome man, waving to them happily... and a slender, dark man with a golden smile, long dreadlocks and a tricorn hat, rowing... and singing loudly, and off key, to someone who he thought was sitting next to him... even though there was no one there... oh, his poor addled brain...

Elizabeth laughed, and ran into the water with her son... her family was home... at last...William was now also in the water, coming toward them, arms outstretched, leaving Jack to tip over backwards in the boat, boots flying skyward with a shout of "Oi!"...

Will was coming home... forever...there was joyful reason to remember the past, now, for it was truly passed...James was going home, at last, to England...William was coming home to all who loved him...and Jack was... well, Jack was just Jack... and they loved him that way...

But Will... Will was coming home, never to leave them, again... The Black Pearl would sail in the morning... with her pirate family together forever...

THE END