Author's Note: Alas, the final chapter! I thank everyone for sticking around and being so incredibly patient for the updates and the finishing of this story! I do intend to make a sequel for the fourth, but it'll require some planning.

Oh, to the end of the chapter, it'll briefly be third-person perspective before returning to Gin's POV. I just didn't want any of you to get confused.

Enjoy!

Chapter Fourteen

Elizabeth continues clutching onto William, and I share a look with Jack. It's time to go, before we go down with the Dutchman.

"Part of the ship, part of the crew. Part of the ship, part of the crew. Part of the ship, part of the crew."

Jack grabs Elizabeth, pulling her off of William, while she shrieks, "No! No! I won't leave you! No!"

Grabbing rope, and holding onto Jack, while he holds onto Elizabeth, he shoots us off with a part of a sail to float us away.

We drift and land in the water, swimming to the Pearl. After climbing onto deck, Gibbs is panicking over what to do next.

"Thank Goodness, Jack. The amarda is still out there and The Endeavour is coming up hard to starboard and I think it's time we embrace the oldest and noblest of pirate traditions."

Jack replies, "Never actually been one for tradition… luff the sails and lay on iron!"

Barbossa joins us and orders, "Belay that! Or we'll be a sitting duck."

"Belay that 'belay that'!"

"But Captain-"

"Belay!"

"The amarda-"

"Belay!"

"The Endeavour-"

"Belay! Belay! Stow it! Shut it!"

Jack joins me at the rail, looking out at the sea intently, smirking to himself. Just then, the Dutchman comes crashing to the surface from under the sea, mighty and fierce. Will stands at the wheel, the new Captain and grins while ordering, "Ready at the guns!"

Jack also grins, and orders, "Full canvas!"

Both our ships turn and face The Endeavour, teaming up against Beckett.

"Jack?" I ask for the order.

He leans in and whispers to me, "Fire."

"Fire!"

"Fire!"

"Fire!"

"Fire all!"

And we blow up the ship, leaving destruction behind us and becoming victorious.

"They're turning away!"

The crew erupts into cheers. All of us at the helm grin and cheer at our freedom as Jack wraps an arm around my waist. All the pirate ships cheer with us.

Jack pipes us, "Mr. Gibbs?"

"Aye?"

Taking off his hat and handing it to Gibbs, "You may throw my hat if you like."

"Aye, aye Captain!"

Gibbs tosses it out to the crowd, "Hooray!"

"Now go and fetch it," Jack orders.

Gibbs quickly runs off to get it back and Jack turns to me, grinning and presses his lips to mine.

The crew has gathered, and Gibbs goes to Elizabeth, who's at the helm, looking out to William, "Your chariot awaits, your highness."

I'm standing next to Jack as I see Elizabeth approaching us for her goodbye. She pauses and looks at Barbossa, who smirks and states, "Mrs. Turner."

Pintel and Ragetti both murmur, "Goodbye, poppet."

She finally reaches me and Jack.

"Jack, it wouldn't have worked between us."

He grins and throws an arm over my shoulders, "Keep telling yourself that, darling."

Rolling my eyes, I shrug him off and give her a hug. She whispers, "Promise to visit me?"

As I pull away from her, "Of course."

She smiles and raises an eyebrow, "Be sure to keep an eye on him."

Pouting, Jack places his hat on my head, "On the contrary, I'm the one who's taking care of her."

Shoving him slightly, I throw his words back at him, "Keep telling yourself that, darling."

Elizabeth gives us one last look, "Thank you."

Leaning against the railing, Jack rests his head on my shoulder and strokes my side. Grinning, I look out at the horizon, the bright sun shining on our ship as we approach Tortuga, "So what now?"

Sighing dramatically, he exclaims, "We make port then head for… The Fountain of Youth!"

"But I promise, you will not be disappointed."

Jack strutted up onto the dock, with his arms around two girls.

"Is that it?"

"The Black Pearl?"

"...It's not very big."

The three of them looked upon a tiny boat where the Black Pearl should be.

"Love, that is a dinghy. My vessel is magnificent, and fierce, and huge-ish... and… gone. Why is it gone?"

"Is that it there?"

Dumbfounded, Jack narrowed his eyes and squinted at the horizon, "Yes, there it is. Why is there? It's much larger up close."

"Jack, you promised to give us a ride."

"I was to be given the first ride!"

Jack left the two girls who are starting to fight with each other to find Gibbs sleeping on the dock.

Pouring his drink of Gibbs, effectively waking him up, Gibbs sputters and gasps.

"Mr. Gibbs, is there any particular reason why my ship is gone?"

"The ship? We're on the ship… Jack! The ship is gone!"

Jack looks at him bewildered and sarcastically retorts, "Really?"

Then turning to the girls who are fighting, "Ladies will you please shut it! Listen to me, yes, I lied to you. No, I don't love you, why do you think I already have meself a girl who's much lovelier than you? Of course it makes you look fat. I've never been to Brussels. It is pronounced, Egregious, and by the way, no, I've never actually met Pisaro, but I love his pies. And all of this pales into the utter insignificance in the light of the fact that my ship is, once again gone, along with me dollface. Savvy?"

SMACK.

The two of them strut away from Jack as Gibbs pipes up, "Take what you can…"

"Give nothing back!" Jack bumps fists with Gibbs.

Gibbs goes after the two, "Tell me ladies! What do you know of sea turtles?"

Jack stands there, looking out to his Pearl, sailing away with Gin.

Huffing, I turn away from the railing and join Barbossa who's entertaining his monkey, "Serves him right, flirting with those two whores."

Pintel and Ragetti with a couple of other crew members come up to us, "Sir, some of the men don't feel entirely right 'bout leaving Captain Jack behind… again."

Raising my eyebrow, I inform them, "Oh, don't worry. He'll catch up."

Barbossa then asks them, "Is that so?"

"It would make us feel a whole lot better concerning our fortunes if we could see that item you mentioned… on the charts. Aye, with our own eyes. To ease our burden of guilt, so to speak."

Rolling my eyes at them, Barbossa agrees, "Aye. Feast your eyes on this mateys. There's more than one way to live forever. Gents, I give ye the Fountain of Youth!"

With a flourish, Barbossa unrolls the charts only to find the circle of the map cut out.

"SPARROW!"

Author's note: I hope you enjoyed the end! Let me know about the fourth movie/sequel. Any thoughts? Suggestions. Anything at all. I know some of you already reviewed and mentioned, which was most helpful!