The ships from the Brethren Court sailed out from Shipwreck Cove, determined and anxious. Over on the Pearl, Hazel stood, waiting for Beckett and Davy Jones to appear. Her heart was hammering in her chest, and silence echoed through her ears? Was she really making the right choice? Was she leading everybody to their death… including herself? Jack stood next to her, and wrapped a protective arm around her, nuzzling his head against hers. "I'm so proud of you, love," Jack said, sincerely. "I have never met anyone as beautiful, as compassionate, as smart, as amazing as you… and I never will, as long as I live."

"And how long will that be?" Hazel asked, looking at him, her eyes clouded over with mist.

"For as long as I don't get caught," Jack said, after a moment. He hated to see her cry, and was surprised she had not yet started to, but at least he was actually being honest with her.

Hazel looked at the wooden deck right underneath Jack's feet. She could not look him in the eye, not when he was really leaving her. She swallowed. "I'm not going to ask you to stay," she said, her voice a bit shaky, despite the attempt. "Right now, I'm so wrapped up into what we were-"

"We're still that way!" Jack interrupter, but Hazel shook her head.

"We're not the same way," Hazel replied. "I'm not used to not being with you… When I ended up here, you were the first person I met… and I was hoping, the last I would see before I died." How was she not crying now, she will never know. "I am honored that you chose me, Jack, to fall in love with, and I'm glad I allowed you that, but for us… for me to get through this… I need to let you go to hold on… if that makes any sense."

"You won't love me anymore…?" Jack asked, his face broken down.

"I'll always love you, Jack," Hazel said. "I don't think anyone will ever tell a tale quite like ours." She paused, trying to word everything the right way. "It would be easier to wait for you if Jackie wasn't here… but I have to be strong for our son. I can't attach myself to someone who would rather live forever than watch his only son grow up." She had to look away because she knew her last remark stung Jack. "And if you're willing to sacrifice that… then I am willing to sacrifice you." Her voice cracked at the end and she bit her bottom lip to keep from crying. She stopped herself from looking at Jack, knowing she would break down if she did. She had to remain strong.

Hazel turned, just in time to see a large silhouette of a ship appear from the horizon. The time was here. The time was now.

"The enemy is here!" Marty exclaimed, pointing at the lone ship. "Let's take 'er!" His exclamations were met with a cheer of approval by the crew up until the point when that lone ship turned into a row of ships. Even Cotton's bird began to fly back to land. The crew looked at Jack accusingly.

"Parlay?" Jack asked.

There was a sandbank where the parlay was to take place. Hazel walked in the middle of Jack and Barbossa, while Beckett walked in the middle of Will and Davy Jones, who was using a bucket of water in place of the actual ocean. When Beckett saw Hazel in the middle, he grinned maliciously.

"You be the cur who led these wolves to our door," Barbossa said, sneering at Will.

"Where is Elizabeth?" Will asked, glancing around.

"We do not respond to traitors," Barbossa seethed.

"Where you left her," Hazel answered coldly. "When you escaped to turn on us, she remained in the brig."

Beckett tutted Hazel, his eyes never leaving her. "Now, now, my pet," he said. "Don't blame Turner. He was merely the tool of your betrayal. If you wish to see its grand architect, look to your left." Both Barbossa and Hazel looked, only to see that Jack, too, was looking to his left as well.

"My hands are clean in this," he said, and then looked at his hands, a sneer on his face. "Well, figuratively…"

"My actions were my own, and to my own purpose," Will said. "Jack had nothing to do with it."

"Well spoke!" Jack exclaimed with a smile, and then turned to Hazel. "Listen to the tool."

"Will, I've been on the Dutchman," Hazel said, her eyes filled with sadness. "I understand the burden you bear… but even I am afraid that cause is lost."

"No cause is lost," Will said, looking at Hazel. "If there is but one fool left to fight for it."

"And then there are certain causes fools choose to give up," Hazel said. Will and Jack both looked ashamed; Will had already given up Elizabeth by leaving her, and Jack was about to do the same to Hazel.

"If Turner was not acting on your behalf, then how did he come to give me this?" Beckett asked Jack, and then pulled out Jack's infamous compass. "You made a deal with me, Jack to deliver the pirates… and here they are." He threw the compass at Jack, who caught it with ease as a smirk began to appear on his face. "How ironic that the most valuable pirate here happens to be the woman we both love." He paused, and then proceeded to taunt Jack. "Don't be bashful, step up, claim your reward."

"Your debt to me is still to be satisfied," Davy Jones said, speaking for the first time. "One hundred years in servitude aboard the Dutchman… as a start."

Jack's eyes turned dark. "That debt was paid, mate… with some help," he said.

"You escaped!" Jones exclaimed.

"Technically…" Jack let his voice trail off.

"I propose an exchange," Beckett said, his eyes resting cooly on Hazel. Will can leaves with you, and I can take Jack, and you as well."

"Why in God's name would we do that?" Hazel asked, thrusting her hands on her hips.

"Instead of me sending out all of my ships, I shall only send out mine," Beckett said.

"We have more than one ship," Hazel said, her mind racing with thoughts.

"Ah, true," Beckett said, "but do you really want to risk the lives of your comrades to see who has more ships, more men, more ammunition?"

"Done," Hazel said after a moment. As Will walked over, Hazel grabbed his shoulder, and stood on her toes to whisper in his ear. Jack furrowed his brow as he watched, his lips pursed in contempt at the boy. "Elizabeth is still in the brig. She refuses to leave without you." Slickly, Hazel slipped the key into Will's hand. "Good luck, mate."

"And to you as well," Will said with a smile.

"Jack's one of the nine Pirate Lords," Barbossa said. "And you are the King! You have no right…"

Hazel looked at him with furrowed brows. "Uh… King," she said, and then she walked over to Beckett, with Jack following behind her.

With that, Barbossa took out his sword and quickly sliced Jack's piece of eight from his hair, and it landed on the sand. Barbossa's monkey ran to retrieve it for his master.

"My men will fight, and you will die," Hazel said to Beckett through gritted teeth.

"Well, whatever the outcome, we shall watch it together," Beckett said, turning to walk in time with Hazel.

"And I shall watch it as well," Jack said, shoving himself in between Hazel and Beckett so Beckett was not walking next to her.

On board of the Dutchman, Jack is sent to the brig while Hazel was about to be brought into Beckett's temporary quarters. Jack protested, of course, but Hazel did not argue, and even acted as though she did not care if Jack was with her or not. So Jack was left with his thoughts. He loved Hazel with all of his heart, and would not blame her if she did not wait for him, but he never actually thought that she would blatantly tell him she was giving him up… even before he stabbed the heart. God, that broke his heart. Her, being with someone else, smiling because of someone else, loving someone else, making love with someone else. And she was right, of course, concerning little Jackie. He would never see Jackie grow up. Yes, he would see him once every ten years… Would he really play the role of the absent father? What would Jackie think of him when he was old enough to understand what had happened? Would Jackie look up to him as Jack initially thought he would. Would Hazel still love him in the way he thought she would? Was immortal life really worth his love and child?

"I need to escape," Jack mumbled to himself.

"The enemy has opted for oblivion… ready the fleet," Beckett ordered his crew.

"What?!" Hazel exclaimed. "But you promised-"

"And you promised me your hand in marriage," Beckett said. "But look where you ended up. You are nothing but a pirate's whore."

"Then why did you have me come aboard your ship?" Hazel asked through gritted teeth, willing herself not to cry, not in front of this monster.

"Because if you are nothing more than that, I can at least play with you a couple of times," he said. "And just knowing that you are with me and not with Jack is worth it." He grabbed her wrist, and tugged at her to follow him.

"You will never be like Jack," Hazel said. "Never in a million years."

"That is a good thing, my dear," Beckett said as they entered his quarters. He tossed her wrist carelessly away.

Lord Cutler Beckett was never an angry man, Hazel knew. He was always cool, calm, and collected. She had to think of a plan fast, if she was to save herself and Jack. Maybe she was looking at this situation the wrong way. She was the slytherin' seductress, for chrissake! And then, it came to her. Although as difficult as it would be, she needed to use her sexuality to get the keys to the brig and release Jack. It was as simple as that.

"You're right, you know," Hazel murmured to herself, causing Beckett, from his desk, to turn and look at her.

"What did you say, my dear?" he asked her.

"You're right," she said, her eyes welling up with fake tears. "You are not Jack, and that is a good thing. He has hurt me so much… he did not even want me to have his child!" She paused, letting her words sink in for Beckett. "How foolish I have been when you have waited so patiently; you, a man of the law. And I have disgraced myself because of my mere infatuation of a pirate." With that, she erupted into tears, covering her face with her hands. When Beckett placed his hand on her shoulder in means to comfort her, Hazel smiled to herself.

"Oh, that is alright," he said, pulling her into a hug. "You have learned your lesson, albeit the hard way, but I can forgive you if you just as of it."

"Oh, I do!" she exclaimed as she wrapped her arms around his waist, her fingers barely caressing the keys that hung from his waist belt. "Oh, I do. How lucky I am to have a friend as you!" Summoning all the courage she had, Hazel picked her head up off of Beckett's shoulder and gave him a long kiss on the lips as her fingers skillfully pulled the keys from his belt and into her pocket.

His door barging in caused Hazel and Beckett to abruptly stop the kiss. Beckett frowned at one of his crewmen, but inside, Hazel could not have asked for better timing. "We need you on deck, sir," the man said.

Beckett nodded. He turned to Hazel, curiosity in his eyes. "I do not know what will happen, my love," he said, and Hazel inwardly cringed. She could not imagine anyone but Jack to call her love. "For your safety, please get below deck."

"Oh, be careful, Lord Beckett," Hazel said as the two parted ways.

"I will," Beckett said, and with that, Hazel rushed down the stairs, below deck. Luckily for her, no one was down below because everybody was up, on board, ready for Beckett's next order. She quickly found the brig, and when Jack heard her footsteps, his head snapped up. When she saw him, her heart squeezed in pain. She hoped and prayed that he would not stab the heart, would not leave her. But she could not stop him if he did. She had said all that she needed to say.

"You're not engaged to him again, are you?" Jack asked her as she began to unlock his cell door.

"I had to kiss him to slip these in my pocket without him noticing," Hazel mumbled, fiddling with the keys, trying to find the one that worked.

"You what?!" Jack asked. "I'll kill him. I'll slice him, limb from limb."

"Oh, get over it," Hazel said. "You're leaving me. When you stab the heart, I am free to kiss whomever I wish. You would be leaving me if you did that."

"You wouldn't wait for me…?" Jack asked sadly.

"I would wait to visit you, of course," Hazel said, trying a new key. "But I cannot wait for you romantically Jack. It wouldn't be smart for you or for me. If you want your freedom, if that is the reason why you are doing this, then you will have all of your freedom."

"But… I love you," Jack said sadly.

"Sometimes love is not enough," Hazel murmured, finally finding the right key, and opening the cell door. Jack stepped out, and Hazel smiled at him sadly. "Come, now, we have one last thing to do before we leave each other."

"I'll always be with you, even if I'm not," Jack said.

"Just stop, Jack," Hazel said desperately. "That's not enough. What about your son? I can take your absence; I know I could handle it. But our son needs a father… You need to make a choice. There are no in betweens."

Jack sighed. "Well, Davy Jones needs to die, whether or not it be by my hand or anyone else's."

Hazel followed Jack as Jack led the way into Davy Jones's room. The familiar faces of Murtogg and Mullroy were there, apparently guarding the chest. Hazel quirked a brow, wondering why they were in charge of guarding a chest when they could not guard a Royal Navy ship.

"Hold it or we'll shoot," Mullroy said, and the two rose their long guns, threateningly.

Jack and Hazel exchanged a look. "Good one," Jack said, and he began to walk towards them as Hazel tried not to smile. "I just come to get me effects." He stooped down so he could pick up said effects, and placed everything where they needed to be.

"Admirable though it may be, why are you here when you could be elsewhere?" Hazel asked.

"Someone has to stay and guard the chest," Murtogg said, and to indicate such a statement, they turned their guns on the chest.

"There's no question, there has been a breakdown of military discipline aboard this vessel," Mullroy said to his comrade.

"I blame the fish people," Murtogg said, nodding his head.

"Ah, so fish people, by dint of being fish people, automatically aren't as disciplined as non-fish people?" Mullroy asked sharply, and as the two argued, Jack quickly grabbed the chest.

"I'm saying it's contributory, that's all I'm suggesting," Murtogg said defensively.

Mullroy nodded, getting Murtogg's point. "Well it is true, if there were no fish people, there'd be no need to guard the chest," he said, and Hazel nodded to the door, indicating it was time to leave. Jack nodded in response, and then together, the two left the still-arguing Murtogg and Mullroy.

As the two left Jones's room, Jack happened to bump into said former captain, Davy Jones himself. "Haha!" Jones laughed, looking between the two. "Looky here, boys!" His crew began to come up behind him as his smirk deepened. "A lost bird… a lost bird that never learned to fly, and his damsel in distress."

"To my regret," Jack said, slowly backing up to the railing of the ship, Hazel right behind him. "But…" His hand sneaked up to grab a rope, and Hazel wrapped her arms around Jack's waist. "…never too late to learn, eh?" He swung up to the crosstrees, Hazel holding on to him, until their feet were firmly planted on the wooden crosstrees. Suddenly, Jones materialized out of the mast, standing a few inches from the pair, his sword drawn.

"The chest... hand it over!" Jones said.

Jack made sure Hazel was securely behind him before drawing his own sword. "I can set you free, mate," Jack said.

"My freedom was forfeit long ago," Jones sneered, and then lunged at Jack. Hazel let out a scream of surprise, but it was muffled due to a roar of thunder. Hazel had no weapon to her name, having it discarded by Beckett, so all she could do was watch as the two fought. She felt so helpless, so useless, but she knew she could not interfere with the fight in case it distracted Jack or caused the win to turn to give Jones the upper hand. So the two fought on in the cold rain, as Hazel watched, her arms around the mast so she would not fall.

"You can do nothing without the key!" Jones exclaimed triumphantly.

"I already have the key," Jack replied. Davy Jones rose a brow at him, when one of his tentacles on his beard pulled out a silver key. Jack's face fell. "Oh, that key." With much surprise to Jones, Jack swiped at the tentacle and sliced of the key, and it fell to the ground. Hazel looked at Jack, and grabbed a rope, swinging down, down, down, to retrieve the key. If Jack screamed for her to stop, she could not hear. Once her feet hit the group, she began to search for the key, although all the fighting was making it much harder than she expected.

She looked up, only to see Jack hanging from a rope with a fish man. Her mouth hung opened, but Jack quickly knocked the fish man off the rope with his pistol. She had to find the key! A loud thump caused her to jump, and she saw the chest. She dashed over to get it, only to be knocked over by Will, who scooped up the chest in his arms, but he bumped into a member of the opposite crew.

"Turner!" the man exclaimed harshly. Before the man can do anything, Pintel and Ragetti lit a cannon, and out popped Jack the Monkey, hitting the man in the face, setting him aflame. He fell, and Hazel glanced up, still seeing Jack fight off fish people. She managed to grab the dead man's sword before it became too hot, and decided to help Jack.

Hazel picked fights with members of the crew who were about to climb up while Jack was defending himself against the ones who managed to get past the young girl. Elizabeth was soon at her side, fighting, and when the two exchanged a look, they smiled at each other, everything between them forgotten. When they finished what they could do, the two girls ran up to the quarterdeck, just in time to see Will. Will looked at Elizabeth, and the tenderness that was exchanged between them was so great that Hazel had to look away in fear of invading their special moment.

"Ah...love," Jones said, looking upon the two lovers callously. "A dreadful bond. And yet, so easily severed, isn't that right, Holland?" Hazel said nothing as Jones walked over to Will. "Tell me, William Turner, do you fear death?" he asked tauntingly.

"Do you?" a voice asked from behind him. Hazel glanced over, and there was Jack. She smiled gratefully, seeing him there, and yet, her eyes were saddened to see him holding the one heart in one hand, and his broken sword above it, ready to stab. He grinned, and Hazel saw Elizabeth and Will exchange a hopeful look. How envious Hazel was at that moment that that was not she and Jack hopeful, and Will and Elizabeth an inch from being torn apart forever. "Heady tonic, holding life and death in the palm of one's hand."

"You are a cruel man, Jack Sparrow," Jones spat.

"Cruel is a matter of perspective," Jack countered.

"Is it?" Jones asked. Without warning, the monster stabbed Will through the heart. Hazel and Elizabeth gasped in fear while Jack's mouth dropped open. Jones turned to Jack and laughed a cold, evil laugh that even the rain could not compete with. Jack looked at Hazel, and then at the heart, unsure of what to do now.

Elizabeth dropped to Will's side, holding him in her lap. "Will?" she cried, tears pouring out of her eyes. "Look at me! Stay with me! You alright?"

From behind them, Bootstrap Bill noticed the dead man laying in the woman's arms, and recognition flashed within him. "William," Bootstrap roared. "My son. Aaah!" With that, he threw himself on Jones's back.

Jack looked at the heart, still unsure of what to do. He looked at Hazel, and the two stared at each other for a long moment, before Hazel very subtly nodded at him. Jack then looked back at the heart. And the rain continued to pour down.

Jones threw Bootstrap off of his back, and growled, "You will not forestall my judgement!" He stopped suddenly when he saw both women on both Sides of Will, Jack behind him, helping him sit up. Jack's hand was around Will's, and Will's hand held his father's knife, stabbing the heart. "Calypso!" Jones said as he turned to the skies, and with that, he tumbled off the ship and into the Maelstrom

Will, on the other hand, began to fade. The crew that once belonged to Davy Jones began to chant as Bootstrap took the knife he gave his only son, and proceeded to walk toward him. "No!" cried Elizabeth, holding Will protectively. "No! No! No!"

"Don't leave me!" Elizabeth cried. Jack pulled her away, realizing what was about to happen. The young girl than began to cry into his chest. Hazel watched solemnly, realizing Jack was inch close at being in Will's place, and she in Elizabeth's. "I won't leave you!"

Jack grabbed a rope, holding onto Elizabeth. Hazel appeared by his side, grabbing a part of the rope below him, and Jack, then, shot the rope, attached to the sail, and the three shot upwards, the Maelstrom forcing the sail to carry the three like a parachute, and then just like that, the Dutchman disappeared into the swirling water. The sail landed in calmer waters, near the Pearl, where they helped aboard by Gibbs.

"Thank God!" Gibbs exclaimed, once the three were all safely aboard. "The armada's still out there. The Endeavour's coming up hard to starboard, and I think it's time we embraced that oldest and noblest of pirate traditions."

"Never actually been one for tradition," Jack said, stealing a glance at Hazel, who was currently comforting a heartbroken Elizabeth. He glanced back out at the armada, and ordered, "Close-haul her! The sails and lay her in eye!"

"Belay that or we'll be a sitting duck," Barbossa advised.

"But, Captain," Gibbs said warily.

"Belay!"

"The armada..."

"Belay!"

"The Endeavour..."

"No!" Jack exclaimed, watching as the ship approached. "No! Shut it!"

Without warning, the Dutchman emerged in its new, fresh form, seemingly unscathed.

"Full canvas!" Jack ordered as the Endeavour sailed between the Pearl and the Dutchman. She was trapped between the two ships now.

"Cap'n?" Gibbs asked Jack.

"Fire," Jack said lowly.

"Fire!" Gibbs exclaimed.

"Fire!" Will called on his ship.

"Fire!" echoed Barbossa.

"Fire all!" Hazel exclaimed.

As the ships are firing, Jack grabbed Hazel and bent her backward, kissing her full on the lips. The kiss is passionate and exciting, their love fully realized in it. It felt as though the commotion around them was lost, and the only two people in time were them.

"I could never leave you," Jack murmured as he helped the young girl into a standing position. "You or Jackie."

"I love you," Hazel murmured, but before he could reply, she jumped on him, causing him to fall on his back, but he did not seem to notice, for he was currently kissing her back, his hat falling to the ground. The cheers and the throwing of hats around them made them pause for a moment, and look around them. The Endeavour was no more.

"Capt'n?" Gibbs asked, looking at Jack down on the deck peculiarly.

"You may throw my hat if you like," Jack said, and Gibbs nodded happily, bending down to pick up the hat, and threw it along with the crew. "Now go and get it," Jack finished, and then his lips were once again captured by Hazel's.

"Your chariot awaits you," Hazel said to Elizabeth. The Pearl had just stopped in front of a deserted island. The two women smiled at each other. "The oars are inside."

"Mrs. Turner," Barbossa said, nodding his head in goodbye.

"Goodbye, poppet," Pintel said.

"Jack... it would never have worked out between us," Elizabeth chided him, and went to hug him.

Jack put his arms out to stop her, and Hazel giggled, as he said, "Once is quite enough, thank you." He then pulled Hazel in front of him, and wrapped his arms around her waist.

"Elizabeth," Hazel said softly. "We have been through so much together... this is not goodbye." The young women began to tear up as they hugged tightly. "Keep in touch, yeah?"

"Of course," Elizabeth said when they broke apart. "You must bring Jackie over to visit, you know that."

"Yes," Hazel said, smiling, and she watched her close friend depart the ship, going to spend the day with her husband before sunset could force them apart. "Jack," she said. "Let's go get Jackie."

"Aye," Jack replied, and turned to his crew. "You heard the woman. Set sail!" When the crew dispersed, Jack turned to Hazel, a seductive smile on his face. Hazel giggled. "Now, you, my dear, are going to my quarters. We have some lost time to make up for."

Hazel grinned, and saluted him mockingly. "Aye, aye, Captain."

Hazel was glad to be leaving Tortuga. She had never really been fond of the place, and did not want Jackie to get hurt or stolen from her, or whatnot. Hazel was walking side by side with Jack, their young son in her arms. Jack was going on and on and on about this Fountain of Youth, while Hazel did not think it would be the most appropriate adventure with a baby. Jack assured her that it was, but when they came to the dock, their mouths dropped.

"Where's your ship?" she asked him, their eyes scanning the dock, hoping they had just missed it.

Mr. Gibbs was lying, asleep on the deck, cuddling close to a teddy bear. Jack poured rum on the old fool to wake him up. "Mr Gibbs, any particular reason why my ship is gone?" Jack asked him through gritted teeth.

Jackie gurgled laughter at his father's face, and even Hazel had to suppress a giggle.

"The ship?" Gibbs asked tiredly. 'We're on the ship." He paused. "Jack! The ship's gone!"

"Really?" Jack asked, and Jackie laughed, causing Hazel to laugh as well.

Jack's facade of anger faltered, and he took his son gently in his arms. "Well, there is a smaller ship," Jack said, and the two walked over to the boat, and decided to get in.

"I think that's a boat," Hazel said, looking around.

"As captain, I declare that this is a ship," Jack said, waving to Mr. Gibbs. He waved back, and walked off the decks and into the depths of Tortuga. Hazel watched Jack with a warm smile as he said, "Well, it can't be that bad that you are here, my son." He handed Jackie back to Hazel, giving her a smile as if to say, And I'm glad you are here with me as well, my love. "And of course, these always help," Jack said, as he rolled out a circular paper; the very exact ones that would lead him to the Fountain of Youth. Hazel hoisted their colours; a black flag with a white skull and a red sparrow.

"Yo-ho, yo-ho, a Pirate's life for me," Jack sung to himself as his ship began to sail.

"We're devils and black sheep and really bad eggs," Hazel joined in.

"So, you've learned the song, have you?" Jack teased, and then, the two finished together, "Drink up, me hearties, YO-HO!"