Oswald Green and half a dozen men rowed to shore on a single boat and flew silently like shadows throughout the town. Each man carried small barrels of gunpowder and sacks full of wine bottles and bombs. At each street corner, they set a barrel down before placing a fuse in it. They took a bomb, lit it and the fuse coming from the barrel, and flung it into a nearby window before running away. Soon, screams from the locals filled the air amidst the explosions of the bombs and barrels going off. As soon as people began pouring out onto the streets, Ozz and his men took the bottles of wine with rags sticking out from the tops. They lit the rags on fire before throwing the bottles through all the windows and into the throng of citizens. Quickly, panic swept through the pedestrians like a plague as the inferno grew while pirates ran freely among them wreaking more havoc.

Michael Turnbull headed the raid on The Red Robin in the docks. A fight barely ensued between the men he had taken with him and the crew of the ship before they had everyone plus the captain down in the water rowing away on a long boat.

Michael took his place behind the large steering wheel. Below on the main deck, his men were waiting for further orders. Michael turned to the rear of the ship where the Black Pearl sailed past the ship. He waved to Cotton, who manned the Pearl's helm, as the Pearl turned away from the Robin towards the jail fortress. Michael turned back to his men.

"Alright, set sail into open water and load those guns," he ordered.

Up in the mighty jail fortress, Cutler Beckett was carefully looking over the letter he had just received by his lead henchman, Mr. Mercer. The letter Beckett held delicately in his hands was a letter by King George of Britain. Beckett's mouth curved up into a smile. He looked up from the letter. "Lord Cutler Beckett," he said out loud, savoring every syllable of his new title. He was now one of the most powerful men in the world.

Mercer nodded. "Congradula-" The windows beside them suddenly shattered, throwing the two men onto the floor.

Beckett was the first to recover as he used the warden's writing desk to help himself onto his feet. "What was that?" he demanded as Mercer ran to the broken windows and looked out.

Mercer looked at Beckett from over his shoulder with wide eyes. "There's a pirate raid in the town, and it seems that a pirate ship with torn black sails is shooting at the fortress with its cannons," he quickly reported. He looked back outside, gasped, and then jumped out of the way just as a cannon ball sailed through the windows and crashed into the painting of the warden on the opposite wall.

Beckett began to yell at Mercer's stunned form still on the ground. "Well, what are you still doing there? Tell them to sound the bloody alarms!" he ordered hysterically. When Mercer had run through the double doors, Beckett walked towards the damaged windows and stopped in front of them.

"Emelia Kraven," he only said.

In a different location of the jail fortress where Jack and his companions were kept, thick silence reigned. They were not yet aware of what was happening in the outside. The prisoners had just been informed by one of the two guards that they were to be sentenced to hang at dawn, two hours from now.

From where he was far away with the rest of the men, Gibbs banged his forehead on the bar doors in frustration. "We're going to die here, aren't we, Jack?" he called to where his captain was in his own secluded area.

Jack, who had gone back to his position on the bench after Em left, smiled wryly. "It's only a matter of time, my good friend," he answered.

As soon as those words left his dry lips, an explosion coming from the barred windows suddenly erupted, tearing at the silence. Next, the building began to shake violently. The men in the room cried out in surprise as they fell to the floor, Jack Sparrow included.

"What the bloody hell is going on out there?" one of the guards yelled as he picked himself off the ground.

A third guard in a loose-fitting uniform came bursting in through the door, knocking the two onto the ground again. "Cutler Beckett wants all men outside! There's a pirate raid in the town!" the guard shouted at the two as they picked themselves up. "He ordered me to take your places here." The three guards saluted to each other before the other two quickly left.

By now, all the prisoners were hanging at the bar doors, watching and listening intently. They all watched as the guard took off the large hat that had previously obscured his eyes. One of the three men of Em's crew immediately recognized him. "Briggen!" he cried joyfully.

The pirate before them grinned toothily before he stripped off his disguise. A loud rapping on the door made everyone but Briggen instantly freeze, but to their relief, when Briggen opened the door, only Em, Chase, and Godsworth came through.

Em smirked at them. "'Ello chums," she greeted them before taking the keys Briggen held out to her. She proceeded to unlock all the cells. When she finally reached Jack's cell, he quickly took her into his arms and kissed her soundlessly.

Em quickly pulled away. She looked at him for the longest moment, battling with herself. Jack cupped her face with his hands. He saw her struggling to say something to him. "Say it, love. We won't have any more time after," he coaxed. However, they were interrupted by another loud blast and the building shaking again.

Em pushed away and turned to the men. "Get your weapons and then prepare to get the hell out of here!" she yelled at them.

They stormed outside the fortress, blades swinging and pistols blaring with the alarm Beckett had ordered to be on ringing in their ears. Em was the last to walk through the gates when she was attacked by Mercer. She quickly drew out her cutlass and parried with Beckett's head henchman. She gasped as he managed to knick her on the same arm Malva Dame had shot days before. Mercer took his chance and disarmed her. Her cutlass fell to the ground as Mercer ran behind her and put his sword blade to her neck.

Cutler Beckett suddenly appeared in front of them. He smirked at Em trying to move her neck away from the blade. "Very clever, Miss Kraven," he told her but with no admiration what so ever in his tone.

Em finally let the smile she had saved back in his office show now. "My great pleasure, Beckett," she spat.

"That's Lord Beckett now." He relished the surprised look on her face. "Yes, now I have more power than ever before," he told her.

"Emelia!" Jack had finally taken notice she was no longer following behind him and turned around to see her in Mercer's clutches with his sword to her neck and Beckett in front of them.

Cutler Beckett slowly turned around to face Jack, a triumphant smirk on his face. "Take one more step, and she is as good as dead," he warned the pirate. He was suddenly met with the end of Jack's pistol.

"Let the girl go," Jack demanded dangerously as he cocked the hammer.

Never the one to take a chance with his life, Beckett looked over his shoulder and ordered Mercer to let Emelia Kraven go. When Mercer did, Em first took back her cutlass before giving Mercer a hard blow across the face, knocking him out instantly.

Cutler Beckett watched with narrow eyes as Jack and Em gave him one last look before running off with the others. "We'll meet again," he said to their retreating backs.

Jack, Em, and the rest of the men stole to the docks where boats were waiting for them. Out into the open water, the Robin and the Pearl waited for them. Em and her men took their own boat from Jack and his men.

Before they set off towards the ships, Jack took off the necklace with the pendant of the soaring bird on it. He leaned over to Em's boat, took her hand, and placed the necklace in it. He looked up into Em's wide eyes that were beginning to tear up. "Don't forget me," he told her.

Em promised him she wouldn't and put on the necklace as they began to row to their respective ships; Jack to the Pearl and Em to the Robin. Those of Em's crew that were still on the Pearl quickly swung onto the Robin and helped set sail. The two ships sailed away from Port St. Augustine in the dawn morning with the port burning in the background.

Before they went their separate ways, Jack southwest and Em southeast, the men shouted their farewells to each other.

Em looked at Jack for what seemed to the both of them for the final time and blew a kiss to him as he tipped his hat to her.

Fifteen men on a dead man's chest . . .

Many good men have died in this journey. Most important of all was Em and Michael's father-like figure, Mr. Drummond. May his soul rest in Fiddler's Green.

Take what's yours . . .

Em watched as the Pearl became smaller and smaller before her moist dark brown eyes. She clutched the small pendant hanging around the thin golden chain around her neck. She would never forget Jack Sparrow. Although her heart called to him, she was content that she had been with him this one last time.

And steal all the rest . . .

Michael came up to the helm. He stood behind Em and waited until she turned to him. "Em, the treasure chest is secured and locked away in your cabin," he told her with a grin.

Em smirked and turned back to where the Pearl sailed away.

Gibbs hurried up the stairs leading to the helm and skidded to a halt next to Jack. "Jack," he panted, "they've taken the treasure!"

Jack's eyes widened. "What?" he demanded as he left the wheel. Jack walked past Gibbs and stopped on the side of the helm to face the direction the Robin was sailing away. The thought of ordering his men to turn the ship around to follow them crossed his mind, but then he let it pass. A faint smile even lit his face.

"Pirates."

Yo ho ho . . .

Em threw her head back and laughed, delighted to have taken all. Well, maybe not all. She turned back around to discover that the Pearl was now a mere speck on the horizon. Her laughter faded.

Michael silently took her place behind the wheel. He reached over and placed a comforting hand on her shoulder.

Em looked at him. Smiling slightly, she said, "We'll meet each other again, I can feel it," she told him. "In the mean time, I think we should set sail for home."

"Barbados?" Michael asked hopefully as he let his hand slip from her shoulder.

Em nodded. "I think it's time I've come back home and give this one a home," she said, clearly referring to the little human being growing in her stomach before facing towards the direction she had last seen the Black Pearl.

And a bottle of rum . . .

"Someday . . ." Em murmured to herself.

Even if she wouldn't see Jack again in this lifetime, as she placed a hand on the small bump forming on her stomach, she knew her child would.

She could feel it.

And that's the END to this story! The sequel's called The Robin's Flight. Sadly enough, there'll be less of Em, but still a LOT of Jack Sparrow!