Authors Notes: Guys...so sorry it has been almost two months since I updated this story. I sincerely apologize. I've been trying to get things worked out so I can start college in a few weeks. I'm sorry once again!!! I hope that I still have some fans left:( Sorry. I feel like this chapter could have been better written compared to the quality of my other ones but I wasn't quite sure what to do with it because how many times can you write about fighting off crewmen? Not fun. So if things seem rushed...thats why.

Previously...Elizabeth had a bad dream about the impending war...Teague joins the Black Pearl to fight...Jack is pissed at Teague for interupting his romance with Elizabeth...WAR.

Disclaimers: This still doesn't belong to me. Its all Disney's and so forth and so on.

"Well, well, well. Jack Sparrow. Could it be that we are finally being given the chance to settle things once and for all?" the voice of one Cuttler Beckett questioned.

Jack turned toward the voice of the man he hated more than anything in the world and sneered. The battle between the Black Pearl and the Flying Dutchman had been raging on for some time now bringing both ships beside each other in the maelstrom. From there the crews from each side began to invade the opposites ship and and fight with all the strength they could muster in the raging wind and rain.

In all the craziness Jack had managed to keep relative tabs on those he was closest. Elizabeth was off fighting crewmen on the quarter deck and his father had taken it upon himself to challenge the one and only Davy Jones. A stupid move if Jack did say so himself. Jones was an unstoppable force and his father had no doubt grown lax in his training with a sword but all the same he seemed to have been holding his own when Jack had seen them battling last. As for himself, Jack had tried many times, unsuccessfully to board the Flying Dutchman to find the chest and put an end to this "war" but each time was stopped by the opposing force and now it seemed, Cuttler Beckett.

"Ah, Beckett. Still alive and cryin'? I certainly hope that your swordsmanship has improved over the years. I seem to remember saving ya from a band o' pirates many years ago," Jack replied drawing out his own sword once again.

"I have improved very much. I think that you will find that I am an apt opponate for you," Beckett replied cockily.

"I'll be the judge of that, friend," Jack said and lunged at him.

Beckett quickly brought his own sword up to meet Jack's and with all the force in his body he pushed Jack back a couple of steps and took his own slice at him to which Jack easily dodged.

"You've improved, I'll give ya that. However," Jack said and began attacking Beckett again, Beckett quickly defended himself as Jack began pushing him back towards the bow of the ship "So have I," Jack said and brought his sword down upon Beckett's arm effectively cutting it.

Beckett cried out in pain and swiped his sword at Jack out of anger but Jack dodged each sloppy swing. Jack and Beckett swung at the same time making their swords clang together loudly in all the pressed them together for a moment in a complete stalemate of power before Beckett pushed Jack back. Jack slipped on the rainsoaked deck and fell back into the mast. He ducked just in time to avoid getting his head taken off in a ferocious swing by the leader of the EITC. Jack swung his sword connecting with Beckett's several times as they danced through the rain.

The rain, as if feeling the tension rise, began to come down harder, rolling off the men's faces furiously. Thunder clapsed loudly in the distance followed by lightning, effectively lighting up the dim, gray sky.

Jack, wanting to end things, took a shot to Beckett but only knocked the hat from his head off. Beckett took a swing at Jack's legs and he jumped to avoid it. Again both swords came together. This time Jack quickly removed his sword and hit Beckett's own at the handle causing it to fly out of Beckett's hand. Jack brought his sword up at the bewildered man and brought it down upon him. Beckett just barely managed to avoid the blade and slipped, falling to the deck of the Pearl. Jack frowned at the man and brought his sword to his neck as he kneeled beside him.

"I should kill you right now," he said pressing the sword against his neck.

"I should be killed? You act as if I caused you a great insult yet it is I who have been insulted the most. You branded me, bed my wife, freed my slaves,attack my ships and now you want to kill me. I should be the one killing you and your pathetic rum soaked father!" Beckett yelled in anger.

"You caused me great insult when you wanted me to rob those people of their freedom because they have darker skin than your own. That is why you should die today. For the pain that you've caused all over the globe..." Jack began to rant when his name rang out in the distance.

"Jack!!!" Elizabeth called. Jack instantly zeroed in on his wife to find her in distress as she was surronded by many enemies and no one to help her fend them off. Elizabeth was good with a sword, but even that didn't matter when you were so greatly out numbered. In a dilemma Jack looked from his wife back to Beckett and sighed.

"You are getting off easy. If I were you I would get back on me little boat, turn away, and never come back. If I e'er hear of you threatening me or any other pirates then believe me I will finish this. This is the only chance that I'm going to give you," Jack said and quickly removed the blade frm Beckett's throat and took off to save Elizabeth.

Beckett watched him go in relief and confusion. Why would he let him go? He glared as he stood back up and reclaimed his sword. This fight would not be finished until one or the both of them were dead.

Jack easily joined Elizabeth's fight with the crew of the Flying Dutchamn and began helping her to extinguish them. The pair fought side by side as the fish people began to die or runaway in fear. Together they fought the last man and plunged their swords into him at the same time and pulling the swords out in unison as he fell to their feet. With a smile Elizabeth turned to Jack and leaned forward and kissed him.

"Thank you, love," she said using his name for her.

"Less loving, more fighting!!" Teague called out as he passed by them in fatigue, fighting off Davy Jones. Davy hit the man and knocked him to the ground before turning to the Sparrows.

"Love?" he asked in disgust and amusement. "How disgusting. Alllow me to kill you, Jack so you can't suffer from such foalness any longer."

"You can try," Jack said and began to fight with Jones.

"Hey, that was my fight!!!" Teague yelled annoyed as his cries fell upon deaf ears with Jack and Davy immersed in their fighting. "Stupid whelp," he said rising to his feet.

"Teague, look out!" Elizabeth said as one of the Company men charged towards him.

Drawing from quick instincts, Teague countered the attack as Elizabeth came to his aid.

"Thank ye," Teague said as they dispatched the man.

"No problem," she smiled and turned her eyes back towards Jack's battle becoming increasingly worried. It seemed as if the rain and the unwavering speed of Jones was taking it's toll on Jack's body and he began to slow. Not much, but enough for Elizabeth to be worried. "We need to end this," she said to Teague and he nodded in agreement.

Jack and Davy reamined fighting upon the upper deck as Elizabeth and Teague descended to try to find a way to stop Jones. Elizabeth had been right. Jack was slowing. He could feel it in his bones. The wind and rain weighed his body down making him more fatigued whereas Jones seemed to be feeding off of it.

Jack brought his sword up to block the latest attack and felt a burning sensation in his arm as it literally hurt from the constant, non-stop motion. His body was tired by his heart was still ready to destroy him. He took a cut at Jones and managed to knock off several of his slimy tentacles. Jones swung back in anger pushing Jack back against the rail over looking the lower deck. With another swing Jack blocked Davy's advance and felt the squid push back on him with all of his force but still Jack held strong, until Jones brought his peg leg up and pushed. The next thing Jack knew he was falling, as splintered wood from the railing came falling down with him. His body hit the deck with a sickening thud as bones cracked.

Jack couldn't help but groan as his wrist shot pain up through his whole left arm as he clutched it in pain. "Bugger," he mumbled spying his sword a good distance away from him. He sighed and pulled himself to his knees ignoring whatever pain it caused him. A little ways down the deck he spied Elizabeth continuing to fight, not having seen him fall. His father was no where to be found.

"Do you fear death?" Jack heard Jones say in his thick dialect bringing his blade to rest upon Jack's exposed throat.

"You want me to look at you and tremble...well I see you...and I do not tremble," Jack spoke steadily.

"Is that so?" Jones said pressing the sword harder against him causing a thin line of blood to appear. "I see yer body trembling when I send you back to the Locker, son," Jones said quickly removing the blade and raising it into the air in a move that would render the Pearl's captain headless.

Jones laughed as Jack did nothing to stop the oncoming attack though the man's brain was racing with plans to escape death once more. "Goodbye, Jack Sparrow!" he said and brought his sword down to the younger man only to be halted as another sword was pierced through his body. Jones cried out as the sword was removed and turned to face his attacker.

"Dad?" Jack whispered.

"This is my fight. You interupted us before!"teague explained though it was apparent by the twinkle in his eye the real reason he had saved his son. Jack grinned and took the opportunity to rise to his feet and retrieve his sword.

"I didn't know you were so eager to die, Sparrow," Jones whispered circling Teague. "But that's fine. First you, then your son!" he yelled and took the first cut.

"Jack!" Elizabeth called finishing off the man she was fighting and rushing to join her husband in relief. "Are you okay?" she asked as he picked up his sword.

"I'm fine," he said with a reassuring smile.

"You're bleeding," she spoke concernedas her hand went to the cut on his neck.

"Just a scratch, love. We need to finish this fight...and I may just be able to do it," he grinned and revealed the object that he had been clutching in his hurt hand.

"The key?! How did you.." Elizabeth began.

"I'm just that good," Jack offered with a smile. "Now, what we really need is that bloody chest."

"You mean this one?" a voice called out and Jack and Elizabeth turned towards it in shock.

Sure enough, Will Turner stood now stood before them, having recently boarded the ship with the Dead Man's Chest in his arms.

"Whelp, how did you come by that?" Jack questioned as he joined them.

"I guess, Jack, I'm just that good," Will smiled echoing his words from a moment group smiled but Elizabeth found herself avoiding eye contact with the man that she had once intended to marry. "Elizabeth..."Will whispered turning his eyes to her.

"Who's going to stab it?" Jack questioned feeling awkward. He had forgotten how much things had changed in the few days since he had last seen Will Turner.

"I couldn't take away your chance at immortality Jack. You told me that you wanted to do it...so do it," Will said holding the chest out to the elder pirate.

Jack looked to Elizabeth and then back to Will Turner. "There will always be other opportunities for that, whelp. You can dispatch Jones and free yer father then yourself eh?" Jack said hoping that the younger man would comply easily to his request.

"Jack, this isn't like you to pass up such a chance. is there something going on?"

Again Jack's eyes moved to Elizabeth and held her gaze, though Will didn't seem to notice this. "I have more to lose now."

"But Jack--"

"Look out!" Jack said and brought his sword up to shield Will from the sword of a brave EITC man. "Here," Jack said and tossed the key into Will's capable hands as he began to fight.

Will looked at the chest in his hand and the key and felt his stomach drop. "I can't do this Elizabeth." Her eyes looked to him in wonder and confusion urging him to continue. "If I were to stab the heart of Davy Jones then that would mean that I would have to assume his role as the Captain of the Flying Dutchman, farrying souls to the next world. I'd be with my father but I would lose you...the curse would be broken if in ten years you were still waiting for me to return to you..." he lead, wanting to hear her say that she would wait for him.

"Oh, Will..." Elizabeth began and guiltily looked down at the deck.

"Elizabeth, what is it?" he asked bringing a hand to her cheek and stroking it lovingly.

"There's so much that has gone on since we last saw each other...I can't be with you anymore. Will, we haven't even been a real couple since Jack...we can't just pick up where we left off..." Elizabeth struggled for words as tears began to form in her eyes.

"Why not? Has so much really changed? Elizabeth...I love you," he said bringing his lips to her own but she stopped him with her finger.

"I'm in love with another..." she whispered.

Will's face turned to one of anguish as Elizabeth spoke those words. How could he have lost her? "Who?" he asked hurt and confused.

Elizabeth said nothing but turned her attention to the direction in which Jack was still fighting. Will turned his head to follow her gaze and see whom she meant though in his heart he already knew. He had known for some time now and his heart dropped to the bottom of his chest as it became confirmed.

"Jack?"

"I'm so sorry Will...we were...married last night," Elizabeth said, hating the anguish on Will's face.

"Married? But Elizabeth..." he started. Nothing seemed to be making any sense anymore. "What? I mean-- when did you realize this??"

"Before...when the Kracken attacked us and he came back...though I had always fancied him it seems," she said referring to when she was young and read his stories. "I'm so sorry, Will. We never wanted to hurt you..." she whispered caressing his cheek.

"We?" he said with tears forming in his eyes but he blinked them away. "Right then," he said regaining his composure. "He's what you really want? He makes you happy?" Elizabeth nodded her head. "Then you have my blessing...both of you," he said forcing a smile.

"Will..." she said knowing this would be the last time they saw each other for some time.

"You're still my best friend, Elizabeth...I will always love you," he said and for one last time he leaned down and gently, and briefly, kissed her lips. Releasing her from his grasp, Will knelt down with the chest and inserted the key and turned, prompting the chest to open.

The heart sat in the middle of the box still beating on its own accord. Will removed the dagger given to him by his father from inside of his coat and looked to Elizabeth one last time before plunging the aging dagger into the cruel tyrant, Davy Jones', heart.

Teague continued fighting off Jones but had to admit that he was a little rusty with a sword. Having spent many years at Shipwreck Cove he had never really needed to use one and so didn't practice everyday as he had when he captained his ship and crew. Consequently he was slower and his form wasn't as good as it should've been. Add in the freezing rain and that was the last straw. He got by with fighting the inexperianced Company men and Davy Jones' crew but Jones himself was on target.

"Is this all you've got?" Jones asked irratated as he easily blocked all of Teague's advances. "I thought you would be more of a challenge. Your son is a better swordsman than you," he taunted.

"I'm just getting warmed up," Teague lied and backhanded Jones.

"Why you..."Jones started but then stopped in his tracks.

Teague watched on confused. Davy didn't make any attempt to retalliate against Teague so he took the opportunity and swung at him. Jones made no move to block and let Teague hit him while slowly backing him up. Teague drew back his sword and with all of the force that he could muster in his slender frame he plunged it deep into Davy, pushing him back several feet and then without warning he fell over the railing.

"No! Not with my sword still in ya!" Teague yelled rushing to the side of the ship in time to see Jones get swallowed up by the maelstrom. Teague sighed. "That was my favorite sword," he muttered.

All at once the rain began to slow and then disapear completely and as if by magic the sky began to clear up. Jack stabbed the soldier, killing him, before noticing the changes around him. Elizabeth quickly rushed in to hug him. "What happened love? Did someone stab the heart?"

"Will stabbed the heart...he gave us his blessing..."

"As if it mattered...we're already married," Jack joked but Elizabeth frowned. "Sorry," he mumbled. "I appreciate William's blessing...it was for the best that he let you go...I could ne'er have been able to be away from you for ten years," he said and leaned in to kiss her.

"I killed Jones!" Teague yelled interupting the couple yet again.

Jack groaned and rolled his eyes. "Has anyone e'er told ya that ya have the worst timing???" Jack questioned aggravated. "Besides, it wasn't ye that killed Jones...it was William Turner...he stabbed the 'eart not you."

Teague was silent for a moment as he considered what had been told to him. "Well, it's my sword that was plunged into his body as he fell overboard," he stated.

"Look! The armada is turning away! they must have seen the Dutchman go down!" Elizabeth said excitedly. jack turned to where she was facing and sure enough the armada was high tailing it out of there. He smiled as the remainder of his crew shouted and cheered in relief at the enemies defeat. The cheers, however, immediantly died down as the Flying Dutchman shot out of the depths and came up beside the Pearl. Jack raised an eyebrow searching for the new captain as his crew did all they could not to freak out.

"Lose someone?" jack heard Will call out and found the young man at the helm of his ship and laughed when he saw what young Turner meant.

"Barbossa! Why weren't you over here steerin' my bloody ship???" Jack yelled to the water soaked man and his pet monkey.

"Cause I were lookin' fer the chest ye idiot!" he called back.

"Sorry to beat you to it," Will said patting the mans back and handing him a rope. "Now, off ya go unless you want to join my crew!"

"No, no! You can keep him Turner! And that flea ball of a monkey as well. Just be careful...he likes to mutiny!" Jack called out.

"Eh, shut up," Barbossa sneered as he swung back to his proper ship. Jack made a face at the older man as he rejoined the Pearl and made some snide remark that no one else could understand. This caused Barbossa to grow angrier and before they knew it Jack and Barbossa were having a screaming match.

Elizabeth rolled her eyes at two grown men acting like children before gazing upon Will once more. He was looking to her as well and though he was still hurting, offered Elizabeth the most genuine smile taht he could. She smiled back at him and grabbed Jack's hand, pulling him away from Barbossa. "Say goodbye to Will, Jack," she lightly scolded. Jack nodded his head and turned to face the Dutchman's Captain.

"Hey, whelp! What say you that in ten years we all meet back up to see ya? Have a few drinks in Tortuga wif ya?" he asked.

Will nodded his head in approval. "I'd like that. Until that day I don't expect to see any of you, mind you."

"Of course!" Jack said and with his hand still intertwined with Elizabeth's he waved at his young friend and a wave of relief seemed to wash over Will's body. Elizabeth would be fine. Jack was a good man and would never let anything bad happen to her. He knew that now in his heart. Jack would watch over her. With a wave of his hand Will smiled and said farewell to the friends he had grown to love...and the woman that he had loved and lost, before disapearing in a green flash of light into the horizon.

"Ah...I will miss the whelp," Jack said longingly.

Elizabeth smiled and kissed his lips. "At least you still have me," she whispered in his ear.

"Oh, would ye dissist?!" Teague groaned at the pair.

"Go back to yer own ship then! We've been interupted quite enough," Jack told the man.

Teague grumbled annoyed and along with the rest of the crew prepared the ship to return to Shipwreck Cove while the Captain and his wife retired to their cabin, unknowing that danger was still around the corner.

That's it for that chapter!!! I tried to make it kinda long to help make up for those months of neglect :( I promise that the next update will be up alot sooner than this one! I apologize for the wait but I hope that you'll still find it in ya to REVIEW. Even if it's just to chew me out for taking so long. lol Thanks and God Bless...REVIEW!