Disclaimer: I tried to lure Jack into my house with rum, but Disney got in my way, so he's not mine.

AN: This is it, the final chapter in the story of Jack and Rose. I would write a sequel, but I'm really not up for a trilogy, so this is where it ends. Fear not, dear readers, for there will soon be another Jack/OC story arriving! Well, as soon as I get caught up on my other story. Until then, I hope you all have happy (and perhaps naughty) Jack Sparrow dreams, and I will see you all next time. Review!

Chapter 31: Epilogue:

Gerard Hastings was dead, and the Sparrows felt at ease because of it. Besides the usual pirate business, there was no looming threat on the horizon for them, so they headed towards the Caribbean in peace. Well, for the most part.

Several significant things occurred on the Pearl during the voyage home. One of them was the Turners sailing off to the Americas to try their fortunes. However, the other most significant thing was the wedding of Molly Winters to the tall crewman named Barton. During the long sail home, the two had become firm friends, and to the amazement of the crew, that friendship had budded into something much more. So, halfway back to the Caribbean, Bart had proposed and been accepted by a tearful (but happy) Molly.

For his wedding day, Barton was a sight to see with his red hair combed neatly out of his eyes and pulled back into a ponytail. Dressed in his pirate best and standing six feet tall with broad shoulders, Barton crossed a pair of arms over his chest that looked strong enough to pick up his bride with little difficulty. Waiting for his fiancée to approach the helm, his grey-green eyes anxiously stared at the deck as he waited, almost as though he feared that Molly would change her mind about the whole thing and leave him brokenhearted.

Molly, for lack of a proper wedding dress, had borrowed and altered a lovely pale blue sari from Rose, who insisted that her friend keep the outfit as a wedding gift. With her shining blonde hair pulled into a knot at the top of her head, as well as two carefully made curls hanging down the sides of her face, it was no wonder that Barton had nearly swallowed his tongue at the sight of her. It was rather funny, seeing the tiny girl paired with the tallest man on the Pearl, but everyone was thrilled with it.

Of course, Jack performed the ceremony, given that he was the ship's captain, and of course, Rose stood beside her husband, holding the wedding bands in her palm. Standing with Jack at the helm, Rose couldn't stop the soft snicker that escaped her lips at the sight of a nervous and awe-struck Barton, which brought the groom's attention to her immediately. Before he could begin throwing any insulting glares at her, though, Molly arrived at the helm and the ceremony began.

Watching Molly share her first kiss with her new husband, Rose was delighted for her friend at finding love. However, at the party that night, Jack jokingly grumbled about the Pearl being cursed as some sort of matchmaking ship. Given that it had managed to bring Rose to him, though, Jack could hardly complain about his ship performing the acts of Cupid. Still, he rather doubted that the Pearl could hold up for much longer if this lovey-dovey matchmaking thing kept up; if any more of the men took wives, the ship just might end up sinking from the stress of holding so many husbands and wives.

"Speaking of families," Rose whispered to him when they were alone in their cabin after the party. "How do you feel about the two of us having one of our own?"

This left the great Captain Jack Sparrow speechless for a moment. After much thinking, he replied to his wife's question. "Well, I suppose a sturdy little lad or pretty little lass running around the deck might be welcomed by the crew, but I'd rather wait until we arrive in the Caribbean before trying for a few fledglings of our own, darling."

Rose sighed, rolling onto her back and closing her eyes. "Well, that's a pity, considering that my belly will definitely be showing the baby bump by the time we get there."

It took him a moment to realize what Rose had just said. "Luv, are you telling me that we're…?"

She merely laughed, curled up to him, pressed a kiss to his cheek, and grinned.

After that, the Pearl had another party, this one to celebrate the impending arrival of a new Sparrow within six months. Jack immediately began to think of ways to keep the child safe on the ship, since he refused to allow any child of his to be raised on land. Besides, Rose rather liked the idea of her son or daughter taking his or her first steps on the Pearl, as well as learning to talk and play on the ship's decks. The Pearl would be the only home for Jack and Rose Sparrow's child.

Molly was ecstatic for her friend, and immediately began putting together tiny pieces of clothing for the baby. This kept the new Mrs. Barton (no one could remember if Barton was his first name or last, so in the end, they decided to dub Molly Mrs. Barton) quite busy, and soon there was a basket full of little bonnets, socks, and undergarments waiting for their owner.

Meanwhile, Rose had to fend off Jack's numerous attempts to get her to rest and not do any sort of work whatsoever. To keep herself healthy, Rose took walks around the deck or did light chores to keep her strength up. She still kept to her work in the galley and mending sails, as well as helping Jack at the helm so that her mind was kept sharp.

This worked very well for several months, but when she arrived at her eighth month, Rose decided to give into her husband's request and rest. To the relief of the crew, as well as their Captain, Rose had not had the ridiculous cravings that most women experienced while being with child. On the other hand, she did have the stormy mood changes the men expected, making the journey rather interesting, to say the least.

Jack, however, took his wife's temper changes in stride, like he did with most of his life. During the voyage to the Caribbean, as well as afterwards, he did his best to keep Rose happy and content. This was usually done by hugging her or soothing her when she was upset or weepy, and making sure to keep plenty of her favorite foods on hand in case she grew hungry (which was quite frequently). He sang sea shanties at night in their cabin to help her sleep, and rubbed Rose's back and shoulders when she was sore. The men teased him for his actions until Jack reminded them that, had he not been doing these things, their time at sea would have been extremely unpleasant for all of them.

Finally, after months of tension and trying to please the Captain's increasingly grumpy wife, Rose gave birth to a healthy baby boy. Since Rose had been the one to bear the entire burden of carrying and birthing the child, Jack allowed his wife to name their son, who was called Robert William Sparrow. The Turners were not present for the birth, but Rose made sure to send a letter to them, letting them know that the Sparrows' oldest son was named after the blacksmith-turned-pirate who had helped his father rescue their mother.

Little Robby, as he was called, was as unique and daring as his father, always trying his mother's patience by sticking his nose (as well as his hands, feet, and head) where they didn't belong. The crew soon learned that keeping Robby out of trouble was a full-time job, so Molly was assigned the task, becoming the boy's official nanny and caretaker whenever Rose was needed at the helm, in the galley, or doing other chores around the Pearl.

However, Molly's task as Robert Sparrow's nanny became difficult, because upon Robby turning three years old, Molly became with child as well. She gave birth to a little red-haired, grey-eyed little girl called Elizabeth Rose Barton, named for the two women who had taken her mother from an unhappy existence. With two children to look after, Molly's days were full, but she couldn't ask for a better life than that.

Years passed, and Robby and Lizzie grew up under the watchful eyes of the Black Pearl's crew. From his father, Robby learned the harsh, but still somewhat honorable, ways of a pirate, becoming especially versed in the ways of the Pirate Code that his father valued so highly. Robby also decorated his hair like his father's, tying all sorts of beads, bangles, and coins into his dark brown locks as he crew older. However, he drew the line when it came to having chin braids like Jack's.

Lizzie Barton learned how to survive as a woman aboard one of the most feared and respected pirate ships in the Caribbean. She learned to fight, cook, and dish out a healthy dose of scolding to any drunken crewman, making her well-liked and much respected amongst the crew of the Pearl. Lizzie also learned one particular trick by watching her mother and her Aunt Rose, and that lesson was how to ensnare a particular pirate man's heart.

Before Robert Sparrow knew what hit him, he was in love with his childhood friend, and the two wed the moment that Lizzie turned 18-years-old and Robby was 21. Molly and Rose were thrilled about their children's wedding, though Jack had hoped that his son would enjoy bachelorhood a bit longer before settling down. In the end, though, Jack felt that if Robby was happy with his life, then Jack, as his father, should be, too.

Fifteen years after his son became a married man, Jack began to grow too weary in his bones to keep plundering. He then stepped aside as Captain of the Black Pearl and settled down to live quietly with his still very lovely wife, Rose. The two built a beautiful house on a remote, barely inhabited island, safely tucked away from the Royal Navy. With them came their friends Molly and Bart, their two houses barely half a mile apart from one another so that they could be close, but still have space to breathe and be alone.

In time, Jack and Rose became grandparents several times over, each child taking up the family tradition of piracy with honor and The Code. As time went on, Jack and Rose passed on together, leaving behind a long line of Sparrows who followed their hearts and dreams, sailing off into the horizon on wings forged of black sails and ebony wood.

AN: Well, that's the end! I hope that everyone's happy (or at least somewhat satisfied) with the outcome, and will leave a review. Thanks so much to all my readers for all of your wonderful praises and encouragements regarding my work; my Jack-muse thanks you, too! Please check my bio page to see what'll happen next, since I have no idea when my next story will be posted. Thanks again, and I hope to see you all at the next story!