ONE YEAR LATER

Elizabeth watched Jack run across the deck of the Pearl in the midst of the hurricane, yelling for her to return to the cabin and stay there until he returned to her. She didn't follow his order, but instead stood and watched him bark more orders at the others that they completed ignored as they did things that they instinctively thought needed to be done even though they weren't needed at all. The rain was falling hard on her head, the wind pushing her up against door to the cabin. The ship rocked and they all swayed. She locked her eyes on Jack and refused to remove them.

"Elizabeth!" He yelled, turning around and noticing her gawking at him. "Get inside, woman; I don't want to see you killed!" And at that, a wave hit and overtook the deck of the ship. She screamed out his name as the mist dissolved, but he was no longer there.

She ran over to the side of the ship and looked over at the angry waves below. She looked around desperately, her breathing as hard as the wind around them. Then she saw him. She screamed out his name again, but he did not hear. The last thing she saw of her beloved Captain Jack Sparrow was the ocean surrounding him and washing him away.

She shot up in bed, sweat pouring down her forehead, her breathing harsh and strained. She felt an arm snake around her hips, and Jack Sparrow sat up next to her, brushing her sweat stained locks out of her face.

He scooted over in the tiny slab of a bed so he could see her better. She was slumped over, her arms wrapped tightly around herself. He ran his hand up and down her back, and she fell slightly over to the side, laying her head on his shoulder absentmindedly. He kissed her forehead lightly.

"What wakes you, love?" He asked, moving with the rock of the Pearl, which had been brought back from the depths only a month beforehand. She gulped as it made a sudden movement; one Jack had gotten so used to that he barely even felt it. It was lightly raining outside.

"I had a bad dream," She whispered, shivering. He picked up the covers from behind her and draped them across her shoulders, and then pulled her closer to him. She slid a hand across his bare stomach, trying to get as close as she could.

"What kind of dream?" He asked in the softest tone he could muster, his nose brushing up against hers as he caressed her shoulder.

"I lost you. The sea swallowed you up," She said, her voice cracking with emotion.

"I don't think that's gonna happen anytime soon, Liz," He said, kissing the tip of her nose. She tried to smile, but couldn't. The dream snuck into her very core, and she knew that it couldn't be forecasting anything good for the future. After a few moments of Jack's soothing words, she fell asleep in his arms.

A few hours later she woke up to Jack pacing back and forth in the cabin, quickly getting dressed. She sat up, pulling the bed sheet around her, even though there wasn't anything under there that Jack hadn't seen before. At this thought, she smiled to herself.

"What's the hurry, Jack?" She asked as he swept past.

"We're pulling into Port Royal," He said, looking at himself in the mirror. She shot up in the bed, her eyes now wide open.

"Port Royal? Why?" She asked.

"Well... we were summoned there. Your uh... father wants to meet his... daughter's husband," Jack said, sucking in some air. Elizabeth's breathing started to speed up again, and she pulled herself out of bed and walked towards the wardrobe.

"How in the world did he find out?" She asked, attempting to keep the sheet up and look through her clothes at the same time. Jack took a moment to look at her, and then laughed to himself.

"What are you laughing about?" She asked him, smirking.

"Your attempts at modesty," He said, looking her up and down, smiling.

"Humor me, Jack," She said, going back to looking through the wardrobe, "Now how did he find out?"

"One William Turner thought it would be a good idea to let him know," Jack said, finally taking the time to sit down. "So Daddy Dearest said."

"Oh God... I have absolutely nothing to wear," Elizabeth said, looking through Jack's side of the closet for any hidden articles of her clothing.

"Then wear nothing, it suits you best," Jack said, smiling.

"Oh, yes, I know my father will love that," Elizabeth said, looking over at Jack and shaking her head. He walked up behind her and wrapped his arms around her, molding their bodies together. He kissed her ear lobe, growling into her neck. The sheet dropped, and her search for clothes ended.

A few hours later they pulled into Port Royal, and Jack and Elizabeth walked off the ship arm in arm, both fully dressed.

The reasons for this visit were not only for Elizabeth's Father to speak to her husband, but to inform them of the recent happenings that concerned them. After an hour of tea and awkward standing around, Weatherby Swann finally got to the point.

"Mr. Sparrow," He said, standing over Jack, who was sitting on the couch in the drawing room of Elizabeth's old house. Elizabeth stared at Jack from across the room, worried her father was going to face him with another one of his 'questions'.

"Even though I do actually want to get to know the man my daughter decided to marry, I have called you here for a different reason," He said, sitting down his cup of tea. "William Turner is in danger," He said, looking out the window. Jack looked over at Elizabeth, her eyebrows furrowed.

"From who?" Jack said, concerned.

"From himself," Swann said, "He has fallen under the influence of Davvy Jones, and his father has been captured once again. Will has already taken over and commandeered five of our ships, and I'm afraid he's going to try to overtake the whole fleet. I have no idea where he's going to go from there. As hard as it is for me to say this, Captain Sparrow, I know that you... and my daughter," he said, looking over at her, "Are young William's only hope." Jack nodded his head, and then looked over at Elizabeth.

"Well, let's go then," Jack said, getting up. Jack stuck out his hand and Swann daintily took it, and Jack gave his hand a firm shake. Father and daughter shared a hug, and then husband and wife walked out together and went back aboard the Black Pearl.

Moments later, Jack and Elizabeth sat together in the cabin as the Pearl pulled away from port. He had her hands in his, and he was staring off into the distance as he tried to warm them.

"Jack," She said softly, "What are we going to do?"

"We're going to save Will," Jack said, looking up and meeting her eyes. "He did the same for me," Jack said seriously. He leaned in and pressed his lips to hers, and the second the kiss was ended he got up and left the cabin, yelling orders to the crew. Elizabeth was left alone as they sailed out into the sea, thoughts of their forgotten friend in both of their heads.

FIN.

Yes, there will be a sequel. GAH... I never meant for that to happen. LOL. Thank you all so much for reading my story, and I'm sorry it took me so long to get this epilogue up. I hope you like it, and leave lots of reviews to pump me up for this sequel! D