Hey guys…sorry again for the late update LOL. This is the last chapter for this story, but I'd like to continue with the storyline with further stories. You guys have been really great with all of the reviews so let me know what you think. Thanks again :)


Tortuga was one of the liveliest of towns in the entire ocean, its vigor and vivacity existing from morning until night. On the shores of Tortuga, Barbossa, Pintel and Ragetti walked side by side towards the docks.

"When ye get on the Pearl, get the crew together," Barbossa began. "We have many a long journey ahead of us."

"What about Sparrow?" Pintel asked.

"That lad is too distracted by the dame to realize we've taken his precious Pearl from under his grasp yet again," Barbossa said in a cackle, revealing his yellow teeth.

As they approached the edge of the dock, the three pirates stopped dead in their tracks, staring at the vacant spot where the Pearl had occupied just the night before.

"Where be the Black Pearl?" Ragetti asked in confusion.

"That blasted Sparrow," Barbossa began. "I cannot believe he left us here. Has he no trust in us?"

"Well, we were going to maroon him….again," Pintel suggested, which received an angry glare from Barbossa.

"Well, he may have the Pearl, but at least we have the map," the Captain exclaimed happily, removing the ancient map from the inner pocket of his attire.

Opening the map, Barbossa stopped suddenly when he realized the map he had kept hidden for so long had been replaced with a map of Tortuga. Scrunching the map in his hands, he stared out into the sea with an enraged look in his eyes.

"Jack Sparrow!" he screamed at the top of his lungs, the echo of his voice reverberating across the docks.

The ocean had never been so calm before, with the small waves gently crashing onto the sides of the Black Pearl as it moved swiftly through the water. The sun had begun to set, illuminating its beautiful rays over the crystal blue waters of the Caribbean. As Gibbs and the rest of the crew carried out their tasks and chores above deck, Elizabeth stood at the helm of the Black Pearl, gazing out at the sea with a content and peaceful smile on her face. As her hand glided over the old wooden helm, the gold wedding band on her left hand shimmered brightly. The faint sound of footsteps made its way to her ears and knowing who they belonged to, Elizabeth's smile simply grew as her long hair blew in the wind.

"I believe that you're supposed to be resting, Mrs. Sparrow," Jack's voice came as he appeared behind her, placing Barbossa's map in his pocket before planting his chin on her shoulder with a grin on his face.

"You know how much I hate to rest," she defended, pouting quietly.

"I know, luv, but it is required," he reminded her as she slowly turned around to face him, revealing her heavily grown belly. "Baby Jack needs his rest as much as mommy."

Elizabeth's grin widened at his words, but she decided to play along.

"How many times do I have to tell you, Mr. Sparrow, that we are having a daughter," she reminded him.

Elizabeth was almost nine months into her pregnancy and her body was glowing in a beautiful way. Jack simply smiled and placed both of his hands on her belly as she gazed warmly at him, the shimmer of his wedding band matching hers. When their eyes met once more, he leaned in and placed a sweet kiss on her lips.

"It's a boy," he exclaimed, causing her to scoff and gently slap him away from her.

Turning around, she gazed back at the ocean as he chuckled softly and stood directly behind her, wrapping his arms around her belly. She instinctively placed her own hands over his, causing his smile to widen. They remained that way for a few minutes, enjoying the peaceful and content silence between them before Jack began mumbling a few words under his breath.

"We're rascals, scoundrels, villains and knaves," he began to sing, causing Elizabeth to grin. "Drink up me hearties, yo ho."

Turning her face slightly to gaze into his eyes, she placed a soft kiss on his cheek.

"We're devils and black sheep, really bad eggs," they sang in unison. "Drink up me hearties, yo ho."

As they continued singing the words to their favorite song, the Black Pearl continued it's descent through the waters of the Caribbean, towards the horizon which carried a promise of their adventurous future.