Perla sat in Henry's room, looking through the window of the Turner lighthouse to the sea where the Pearl's wreck now was. She sighed as she looked at the compass, before noticing a small sheet of paper on the base of it. She turned it around to see the note, folding it up to read it. Her eyes widened, before a mischievous grin came to her face as she shot up and ran to the closet.

A few hours later, Henry came up the stairs, knocking on the door as he said "Perla. Are you alright? Perla?"

He opened the door, his eyes widening as he saw the empty room, with the window wide open and a tied series of garments tossed over the window sill. He looked around the room, before noticing that his jacket and hat were missing from the closet. He ran downstairs to Elizabeth, saying "mother! Perla's gone!"

"What? Where is she?" Elizabeth said worriedly. Suddenly, Will opened the door, saying "it's gone!"

"Perla?"

"What? No. Angelica's dinghy. It's been untied and it's floating out to sea!" Will said as he ran outside, with his wife and son following him. They went to the cliff edge, seeing the dinghy floating into the rising sun. Henry squinted tightly to see who was riding it, before seeing a familiar silhouette tying up the sail. "It's Perla! We have to get her!"

Elizabeth looked worried at first, before Henry saw a grin cross her face. She said "you know what, love. Maybe we should let her go."

"Are you joking?" Henry said. "Father, tell her!"

Will chuckled, before saying "um, no, son. I believe your mother does have a point. She's her father's daughter, Henry. There's no doubt about it."

Henry laughed, before saying "yes. There is that."

Will laughed as he held Elizabeth and Henry in a tight embrace, all three of them waving out to where Perla was.

On the sea, the sight of the Turner family caught Perla's eye, as she turned to face them, wearing Henry's hat and jacket over a vibrant red bandana. She grinned as she waved back to them, before getting out the note and placing it on the table. She held a small peanut in her hand, before hearing Jack's familiar screech as the monkey dropped down.

"Come on. That's a good boy!" Perla said as Jack took the peanut, before looking down to the note.

Your mother once said you should have this here compass, Perla.

I'd suggest you follow it to the (now un-cursed) treasure of Isla De Muerta.

Pirate's Life, love.

Dad.

Perla sat humming to herself, before finding a bottle of rum behind her. She looked up to the mast, climbing up past the sail with the bottle and compass in her hand as she reached the flagpole. She stood on one side with Jack on her shoulder, before looking at the compass.

After a few seconds of it spinning wildly on the spot, she smiled as she saw it stop. It pointed straight toward the sunrise, before Perla said "drink up me hearties, yo ho!"

She stood proudly atop the sail as her father once did, her dinghy floating majestically across the sea into the vibrant horizon ahead. Perla Sparrow was a pirate, like the rest of her family, and she was going to live a pirate's life. Drink Up Me Hearties, Yo Ho!

PIRATES OF THE CARIBBEAN

THE QUEST FOR ETERNITY