Just thought I'd let you know that this is the last chapter in my story (not counting the epilogue). It's my climax. Please review, nobody ever does nowadays :(


Back on the ship, the battle was going reasonably well for both sides. Jack, Will and the Aztecs were outnumbered but had more powerful weapons. The British and Pirates had greater numbers, but their weapons broke under the blows of Aztec clubs.

Will had suffered a small nick in his cheek from a British sabre but managed to avenge himself. Elizabeth was still up at the wheel, shooting with her musket. No one had noticed her thus far.

Jack had no injuries, surprisingly. Neither did the one foe he had been fighting for most of the time: Donovan Machiavel.

It had given Jack quite a shock to see that the pirate was still alive, even after the wound he had given him. He was more wily than Jack gave him credit for. He seemed to fight with just as much energy as before, but walked with a slight limp. This did not stop him from holding Jack off with great skill.

"So Jack," said Donovan, taking ahold of the cross-guard on Jack's cutlass, "I see ye have lost none of your skill with a sword."

"Actually I have," said Jack. "And if I've lost some skill and still winning, I'm either very good, or you're very bad."

Donovan let go of Jack's sword and pushed him backwards. They began fighting again.

Meanwhile, Will was locked in an epic battle with Harry, the man whose grandfather had been shot in the first battle.

"I'm going to avenge my grandad's death," he snarled furiously. "Somehow I believe you are responsible for it."

"I just shoot when I'm told to," said Will, shrugging.

Harry was doing quite well with a cutlass, only slightly less well as Will was doing with his rapier. Possibly this was out of hatred and lust for revenge. Possibly, however, he was always this good.

"I can see that I'm better than you," said Will.

"That won't stop me from beating you," hissed Harry angrily.

"I'll tell you what," Will said, "I'll switch hands. That will make it more equal."

"Fine by me," grinned Harry.

Unbeknownst to Harry, however, Will was fighting with his left hand, when he was right-handed. He tossed his rapier gracefully into his right hand, with which he was far more skilled.

Now when they began fighting again, Harry was horribly overpowered. He was starting to panic slightly, and so whipped a throwing knife out of his belt and threw it at Will. It spiraled through the air, just missing his head but cutting a lock of his hair off.

Harry took up a spear from the ground and threw it at Will with all his strength, but Will ducked and the spear stuck in the ship's deck.

Soon, Harry swung his cutlass downwards and Will moved sideways, and swiftly put the point of his sword deep into Harry's side. The pirate, still bent over, holding his sword with both hands to the left, choked and turned his face on Will. His blue eyes burned furiously at Will and his sweaty brown hair stuck to his face. Will pulled his sword out. Harry gagged again and then fell over sideways.

Jack and Donovan were still locked in their duel. Donovan was still a fairly popular captain amongst his men, apparently, because they kept attempting to help him. He kept telling them to stay off and let him finish it himself, but they would not listen. At one point, a weaselly man with black wiry hair leapt up in with a bayonet pointed straight at Jack. It was Donovan's lieutenant, Snaiyk.

"Die, Sparrow!" he screeched.

"Snaiyk, no!" roared Donovan angrily.

Just then a hole was blasted in the lieutenant's chest. Smoke and blood both came from the hole. Snaiyk dropped his gun and fell to the ground. Elizabeth had shot him from the wheel. Donovan and Jack continued their duel.

Jack was, however, a better swordsman than Donovan. At one point, Donovan stumbled backwards and landed on the railing of the ship.

"Well done, Jack Sparrow," he hissed and grinned. He took a powerful swipe at Jack's legs with his cutlass. Jack jumped backward, giving Donovan time to grab one of the grapnels abandoned on the ground, throw it into the rigging of his ship, and swing over.

There was none near Jack at the moment. He feared he may have lost his enemy. Suddenly, a spear came through the back of one of the pirates. Jack looked at it in surprise for a moment before pulling it through.

"Sorry," he said, as the pirate fell to the ground, dead. "And thank you," he added. He charged the rail, put one foot atop it and then leapt over. The spear stuck in the wood of the Fell Strike, and like a pole-vaulter, Jack jumped onto the deck.

He could not see Donovan; he had hidden somewhere. Jack walked around the deck searching for him behind barrels, behind the mast, but Donovan could not be found. He suddenly heard a pair of boots land behind him and he turned around drawing his cutlass. It was a good thing he had, for Donovan's sword had just swung down also, and was blocked by Jack's sword.

"Found you," said Jack cockily.

"Or was it I who found ye?" said Donovan. He winked at Jack and began fighting him again.

Just then, Aragorn returned to the Navis Fugacis and joined the battle again. He did not stay there long, though. He noticed that Jack was on the pirate ship and two men were creeping up behind him.

Donovan backed up the wooden stairs to the wheel and spun it. The ship stayed in one place but turned right. Aragorn took a run and jumped, only just making it onto the deck.

"Now!" Donovan ordered the two men behind Jack.

They drew their swords back but did not get to thrust them forward. Andúril's blade whistled as it swung through the air and severed both their heads cleanly.

"What?" said Jack and Donovan together. Jack looked round, and Donovan took advantage of this by trying to get him with his back turned.

"Behind you!" shouted Aragorn, and Jack span around just in time to duck and avoid death. Aragorn ran over to the other staircase leading to the wheel and came up on Donovan's right. The pirate drew a second sword with his free hand and blocked Aragorn's attack.

He stood in one place, fighting both foes at once. He used his cutlass against Jack, but a backsword versus Aragorn. Surprisingly, he was holding them off with aplomb.

Just then, he feinted a thrust to Aragorn's left shoulder, and while Aragorn attempted to parry it, he swiftly moved the sword down and put it into Aragorn's right thigh. He dropped Andúril and fell over in agony.

Jack and Donovan moved down onto the main deck again. Their battle was becoming very intense. Wind began howling furiously, as well, and the boom swung hither and thither dangerously, so the two duelists had to duck frequently to avoid it.

Jack leapt out of reach of the boom as it came over behind Donovan. The pirate noticed it at the last moment and threw himself on the ground and rolled sideways. He turned himself up onto his feet, still crouched down low, and turned his gaze to Jack once again.

His pupil narrowed to a pinpoint, out of fear of what he saw. There was a gunshot a split second later. Jack was pointing a smoking pistol at Donovan.

There was a smoking hole in his leather vest. Donovan tore the vest off, and blood began billowing out of the hole in his shirt. He reached behind him and touched his back. He brought his hand back up to his face. There was blood on the end of his fingers. Jack had shot him straight through.

Jack lowered his pistol in victory, but did not smile.

"Farewell," whispered Donovan, "old friend."

The boom swung round again, straight into Donovan's handsome face. He roared in pain as it made contact. It carried him through the air and threw him overboard into the turbulent ocean. He was dead before he hit the water.

On the Navis Fugacis, the pirates heard Donovan's scream. They all stopped fighting, holding their weapons still where they were. Then they all began to flee, leaping overboard into the ocean. There were no British soldiers left.

Jack extracted from his pocket a grenade, but one adorned with many spikes. One of Donovan's ship grenades. He lit the fuse with a match from his vest and threw it into the podium to which the wheel was attached. A few seconds passed before it exploded, sending shards of the evil ship flying everywhere. The flames had managed to catch the dark sails and soon they were all ablaze.

With a giant hole in their stern, the Fell Strike, the flagship of the great Donovan Machiavel, sank and was gone.

"Come on," said Jack. "We don't have far to go."

In the next hour, they had anchored the ship not far from the cave in which the treasure Aragorn needed rested.

"Make ready a boat!" ordered Jack, and Will, Aragorn, and Tlilpotonqui readied a lifeboat. They and Jack all boarded it.

"Goodbye Aragorn!" said Elizabeth from up at the wheel.

"Farewell, Elizabeth!" answered Aragorn.

"Done?" said Jack, and released the boat. It crashed down into the ocean, rocking back and forth, before steadying.

Jack took two oars from the bottom of the boat and began rowing to the cave. The cave was dry, so there was no need to take the boat in. They reached the mouth and dragged the boat up onto the stone shore.

"In here," said Jack. They walked up the smooth, stone path through the roughly cut walls of the cave, before they came to a dip. The passage then went down, with a stone staircase leading through it. They walked down the staircase and found themselves in a small cavern. Small, but positively brimming with gold. There were gold coins stashed in every little nook and cranny in the stone walls (not the ones Aragorn needed, however). There were treasure chests filled to the top with silver and gold and jewels. And at the end of the room there was a small outcropping of rock above which hung on a gold chain a coin. This one had runes around the outside and a hideous skull carved into the centre.

"This is the one you need, Aragorn," said Jack, taking it carefully by the chain and walking over to him, with it dangling in front of his face.

Aragorn reached for it, but Jack snatched it back.

"May I have the treasure, Jack?" said Aragorn impatiently.

"No," said Jack coolly.

"Why is that?" asked Aragorn angrily.

"You didn't say the magic word," said Jack innocently. Then seeing Aragorn's look of confusion, he said, "Please."

"May I have it, please?" said Aragorn.

"Certainly," said Jack, holding it out by the chain. Aragorn was about to take it, but held back. He turned around.

"Farewell, Will Turner," he said. "You helped me out of a couple of tight spots."

"Goodbye, Aragorn," said Will. "Or should I say...James?"

Aragorn grinned. "Goodbye, Tlilpotonqui," he said. "Your men were most useful."

Tlilpotonqui nodded absent-mindedly: he was staring at the treasure in Jack's hand.

"And Jack," said Aragorn. "Farewell, and...thank you," he said, as though it was painful.

"Don't mention it," said Jack.

"Good working with you," Jack added, holding out his hand. Aragorn shook it.

Aragorn held out his left hand, in a signal of farewell, and then reached out with his right hand and grasped the gold.

His body began to tingle like it had before. Everything was tinted with a yellowish hue in his vision, like he was looking through a topaz. His hand touching the skull began to burn, as though the coin was red hot. His vision clouded over with gold until he could see nothing but it.

Then it all stopped. His vision came back to him, his hands felt normal, and all his body did so also.

He looked around him. He was in the same glade he had found the Athelas for Eldarion in. Up the slope beside him he could see the White City of Minas Tirith, gleaming in the sun.

He was back.

Aragorn felt the Athelas in his pocket. It was still good. He charged up the hill into his great city.

As he passed through the gates, those around him gasped and stared in amazement: King Elessar had returned!

"There goes a great man," said Will as Jack lowered the gold coin.

"True, true," said Jack. "A bit rude to me, though, weren't he?"

"Don't worry," said Will. "I was, also."

"No worries," shrugged Jack.

"Here, why wasn't that coin at the Isla de Muerta?" asked Will suddenly.

"Beats me," said Jack. "Someone didn't like it and hid it, I suppose."

They stood silent for a moment.

"Smoking Sparrow," said Tlilpotonqui suddenly. "I believe it is time for you to live up to your end of the bargain."

"Eh?" said Jack.

"You promised us gold," said the priest.

"Oh yes," said Jack. "Here, take this," he said, and tossed him the skull- emblazoned coin.


Hooray! It's finished! Does victory dance. Many thanks go out to all my reviewers and all my supporters! I think I'm going to cry...

The only reviewer I don't wish to thank is that stupid cow Acacia Jules. She has the nerve to tell me my characters are out of character then go write stories like hers? Her head must be emptier than a eunuch's underpants.

On a more positive note (though it gave me a very positive feeling to write that), I appreciate everyone else's reviews and advice. I'll owe you one.

Until I write a new story, goodbye. But no, it's not goodbye, just...bonjour.