1831Hello there everyone. I know you want to stone me for this unbelievably late chapter, but this is the last chapter of the story and it took me weeks to come to terms with letting go of Jack and Isabelle. I want everyone who reviewed to know how much their reviews meant to me and how sometimes you guys were the only things reminding me to keep writing. So thank you from the bottom of my heart. I loved writing about Jack and Isabelle together, it was a thrilling experience for me and this was my first real fan fiction, you have all been so gracious. My undying thanks to all and a little update here. I'm currently writing another story, I started it before the new movie came out so it takes place after the first. I might post it here on fan fiction. I can't wait for your reviews on the last chapter of my story and once again, thank you!
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-Enough said. Here's my last chapter. -Kate-
The man standing before him was infinitely more unattractive than most of the men he had met in his life, and being a pirate, that was more than most men. He had a scar slashed down the side of his face and one of his eyes was permanently closed for reasons he did not know and did not care to know, and his other eye was a pale yellow color, reminding him of the stories his father used to tell him about pirates long ago. His teeth were gnarled and as brown as the dirt on his boots and his hands were covered with little white scars from knives and fist fights, he believed. His nails were long and unkempt with unexplainable gunk underneath them and he thought to himself that if he were to be touched by one of this man's hands, it would be torture in itself. His clothes were that of a captain, but ripped and dirtier than most of the captain's clothing. Much dirtier than his get-up. He had to admit, despite the intimidating crew, heavy death threats, and the fact that he was currently locked in a dark room with nothing but a sad candle and a disgusting looking man who had taken the liberty of tying his hands above his head and chaining them together, he was not fearful. Nothing scared young William Sparrow. Nothing but screaming women and the initial shock of losing possession of his rum.
A hard smack to the face sent his thoughts reeling and he felt blood trickle down out of his nose. His first thought was to reach up and wipe it away with his sleeve, but then thought to himself that he couldn't very well do that with his hands tied. "Yer a stubborn fool," the captain of The Siren said, his face coming extremely close to William's.
"You know, there's something called personal space. And I hate to say it mate, but you are completely invading mine," William said, giving the man a curt smile and narrowing his eyes at him. Shocked by the sound of the man's voice, the captain stepped away from him long enough to run his eyes over the lad. The boy sounded exactly like his father, Jack Sparrow, and Jack could be seen hiding behind the lad's dark black eyes. William even drawled and slurred like his father. He was completely Sparrow.
"Oh, well my apologies, lassie," the man mocked and hit William once again, sending his long black hair flying over his shoulder as his head whipped around. He had to roll his head around to make sure the bastard hadn't given him whiplash. Just like always, he was fine. "Give up the bearings and ye'll go free. Ye have me word," the captain asked, his ugly smile creeping across his greasy face. "And if ye don't," he said slowly, reaching out and grabbing William's chin, "I'll kill ye with me own two hands," he said and let go roughly. William stretched out his jaw and smiled, unable to hold back the snide remark that came out.
"I'm surprised you can count to two," he said his eyes rolling as he said it. The captain became a color of red that William had never turned a man before with his nasty one-liners. The man was asking for the bearings to Isle de Muerta, his father's hoard of treasure, and he would be damned if he was going to give up the bearings to a slimy old son-of-a-bitch. His comment earned him a slice across the arm with the blade of the captain's sword and William cried out loudly in pain. That would leave a mark. As the captain got closer, readying himself for another frontal attack, he stopped and stared at William with suddenly empty eyes and all the angry red color his face earlier possessed, drained away slowly leaving nothing but greying skin. William furrowed his brow, watching as the shiny tip of a sword appeared out of the man's stomach, shining with the fresh red blood of the enemy. And then the captain's body fell sideways, limp and lifeless.
A woman stood in his place, her black boots clean mud-less, her breeches black to match her boots, her shirt pure white silk and the golden chains around her waist and neck, those of her beloved mother. Her honey hair fell curling and shining over her shoulders and almost down to her waist, and her black eyes shimmering with mischief. She wiped her blade on the fallen captain's shirt until it shone once again and with that, she placed it back into it's hold, clean and spent for the moment. Smirking, she placed her delicate hands on her hips, finger after finger jeweled with exotic rings from different places, all odd shapes and sizes, but beautiful still. She shook her head, her chains jingling and her many earrings swinging and tapping her chin. "What a mess you've gotten yourself into this time, William." William shrugged his shoulders the best he could while his hands were chained above his head.
"I do what I can," he said defiantly and looked pleadingly up at her. "Get me out of here," he said and slurred his words badly.
"You're bloody drunk! How did you ever even get here in one piece William!" she shrieked, throwing her hands up in the air, reminding William of his father in an extreme way, although her tone of voice put him in mind of his mother, the way she would holler at him for something. "You bloody idiot," she muttered.
"Listen, love, just get me the hell down from here, savvy?" She narrowed her eyes.
"You're doing that on purpose," she said in her Irish accent, and William smiled. "Trying to sound just like papa," she said and smiled, remembering her loving father.
"You're absolutely correct, now if you wouldn't mind, I'm starting to lose all the feeling in my hands and arms. So be a dear and get me down," he said through his teeth. Katherine Sparrow laughed, her songlike voice echoing through the dark, dismal room. Her younger brother did nothing but pout.
"You're lucky I got here in time," she started to say as she moved toward him to unlock the shackles and free her brother's greying hands. "Or you might not have an arm," she said, watching as the shackles fell to the ground near her feet. She helped her brother stand and together they made it to the door, feeling their way around carefully as to not disturb the silence the room was in. As they got to the deck, William looked around in complete shock, or was it a drunken stupor? He wasn't completely sure because of his hazy thoughts, but he was sure the entire crew was tied to the main mast, with crates of gunpowder at their feet. William looked down at his sister and furrowed his brow.
"What..."
"We are blowing the ship, and the crew." William nodded and watched as she rushed around the deck. She seemed to be running in slow motion but soon the sails were on fire and his adrenaline kicked in, pumping his blood through his veins and clearing the fog in his mind.
"We're still on the boat, Katherine!" William yelled, his voice carrying all the way up to the helm and to her ears. She whipped around and jumped over the rail just in time for the helm to blow up. William made it to her in time so her little body didn't hit the deck from launching herself off the helm. "We need to leave," he said sternly, holding his big sister in his arms and walking toward the lifeboat.
The Sparrows watched from a distance as The Siren blew to pieces and what seemed like a million screaming voices filled the night air. Katherine breathed deeply the scent of burning wood and the evening sea, and she felt sound with William finally by her side. He had been captive for almost 3 weeks and she was starting to wonder if she would even be able to find him. With a little help from Briar she was able to locate him and rescue, although William wasn't keen on being rescued from his sister. "You know, we're late," she said and nodded her head slowly in the direction of a little opening in the nearing shore, meant for only the extremely brave and the mad sailors and curious men. A little river flowed silently and slowly through the darkest forest and in the opening at the end, floated a million white candles, all lit and burning steadily until they all slowly burned out by sunrise. At the end of the candle dotted pond there was a little house, with walls covered in vines and a roof that was at least three different colors. It wasn't a cozy house and it was the farthest thing from welcoming a person would ever see. But there was always an even light coming from inside the ramshackle home, suspended on old wooden stilts that threatened a little more everyday to fall, but they never did and they never will.
"I know it." William sighed heavily, thinking of what she would say once she saw him, bleeding and dirty, and a little skinner from the last time she laid eyes on him.
"Don't be worried. She missed you," Katherine said, laying her bejeweled hand on her brothers. William nodded and rolled his head on his neck, his eye lids threatening to close every passing minute.
"I don't get worried," he said as she allowed her brother to lay his head in her lap and close his tired brown eyes. "I get even," he said and she smiled widely even though he couldn't see her.
"Oh, William," she said resting her hand on his forehead as the boat drifted down the lazy river that lead straight to where they were headed, A place for the carelessly brave man, and the desperate madmen.
She saw the bright glow of the hundreds of candles burning behind all the trees, and she thought one more turn up the river ought to bring them straight up to the old shack at the end of the burning candles. William had been asleep for the better part of two hours now and Katherine was starting to see double. She had been up for three days without rest, trying her hardest to get her careless brother out of the stickiest situation he had been in since their father died. But, how could she blame him. He was, of course, spawn of Jack Sparrow, master of deception and lies, seduction and luck, but most importantly, getting himself in too deep to pull himself out. Just ten more minutes and she would be there, and then she would battle with William to get him to wake up.
Katherine felt the heat from the candles as they slowly scooted through the water and toward the little shack. Her forearms burned and her fingers became hot as the flames heated the gold and silver on her rings. She thrust her hands under William's back and instantly felt relief when her rings and forearms cooled off from the shade. She saw the house very close ahead and her cheeks turned a pretty pink color from the heat, that would fade as soon as she stepped into the house. She was glad of that. She nudged William as the boat bumped softly into the little dock in front of the house. "William, get up, we're here," she said and shoved him gently. He moaned and rolled over, falling right into the bottom of the boat instead of what he thought to be a comfortable bed. He sprung up right away and looking madly into his sisters laughing eyes.
"You pushed me!" she yelled and she laughed out loud.
"I did no such thing, Sparrow," she said and tied the boat off, getting out quickly before William got any crazy pirate ideas and threw her into the murky water. She ran across the long dock and up the steep wooden staircase to the faded, dirty red front door. One of the glass windows was broken in and the doorknob looked as though it had seen better days and she hesitated, and waited to knock until William made his way up to her. He dragged his feet and stopped to look at leaves to prolong his appearance by her side at the door, but it was inevitable and soon he stood shoulder to head with his sister, considering she was a good deal shorter than him.
"I'm not ready," he said and narrowed his eyes at the door with a faded painting of a sparrow flying over the water with a sun setting in the background. It was something like their family emblem and anywhere they saw it, the Sparrows knew they were welcomed. Katherine traced over the sparrow with her fingers slowly, buying William some extra time, but as soon as she got to the beak she stopped and looked up at her brother.
"It doesn't matter if you're ready or not, we're going in," she said and pushed the door open. Katherine stepped in, William still standing at the threshold, his hands folded civilly in front of him, the spitting image of their father, Jack Sparrow. William looked over the familiar house. Dim light revealing the room and all its little treasures. There was a table in the middle, cluttered with jewels and books and things of no personal interest of William's what so ever. His eyes traveled to the low ceiling and the things that hung from it in glass jars or boxes or on strings, tied tightly together. Things that were familiar and then there were new things. Like a glass jar of different colored eyes, and then a whole string of sharks teeth hung not too far away from his face, and his lip curled in minor disgust. Katherine looked sternly at him, reminding him slightly of their mother, and he stepped in, pushing the shark's teeth out of his way as he moved deeper into the crowded house.
Him and Katherine stood side by side, watching the house as it swayed on its stilts and watching the trinkets that hung above their heads sway along with it. It put William in unease but Katherine seemed unfazed by everything. She hadn't come out yet and the long William waited, the more he wanted to throw himself out the window. But a few short seconds after thinking it, his impeccable ears picked up a sound other than the water and the sound of glass clinking gently together. It was the sound of skirts swishing and pearls, black if he remembered correctly, jingling like music. The sound of bare feet tapped lightly on the soft wood underneath their boots and in the doorway to another room, she appeared. She was different than William remembered, but black pearls remained hanging around her neck in 5 different strands. Her hair was pinned up halfway with black hair falling straight down her back, not a single wave to it. No fingers had rings but one, her wedding ring, something William also remembered. She always wore her mother's wedding ring and her father's wedding ring still hung securely around her neck, close to her heart. Her eyes were painted with black and white and she looked like the image of beauty, her dress a deep red, tight around her small frame with black lace to cover the rips and hang with the red. Ribbons of black were braided into the several braids in her hair, and William stepped forward, hoping to get back in her good graces.
"William Sparrow," she said in her heavy Caribbean accent. He smiled at the name and the compassion behind how she said it, but he still saw hurt and anger in her eyes.
"Briar," he said gruffly, putting his own love and compassion behind his words as best he could. "I almost forgot, I brought you something," William said excitedly like it was him getting the gift and not giving it. Briar's eyes lit up like one of her bright candles and she looked on William with curiosity. William reached into his pocket and pulled out a long string of black and white pearls, the longest strand that he's ever given her. "They're very fine and the white ones come from off the coast of Italy," he said and raised his eyebrows. Her eyes lit up just like every other time he gives her pearls. It's the same gift every time, but she always seems to be more excited than the last time.
"You, brother, know where my heart lies," she said lovingly and planted a kiss on his forehead, a sure sign that he was back in her good graces. Even though she was the youngest of the Sparrow line, she was the strongest of mind and the smartest. She knew what a person was going to say before they said it by looking into their eyes and watching their hands as they thought. She knew secrets that were more important than her life. She knew grottos that held the greatest amounts of gold and jewels pirate or man alike has ever seen. She knew more people than any other person on the planet and she was a very wealthy woman, but still she lived in shambles, her jewels out on her table and her possessions strewn about the house like she had no time for them. She lived like a peasant but was as smart and as witty as a queen. She always protected her brother and sister like they were the only remaining life on Earth. But there was one other person she would protect with her own blood.
Briar was a very beautiful woman, standing at 5'4 with a thin frame and eyes that concealed what she was thinking, replacing it with what people wanted to see. Her lips were full and her hair was thick and jet black, falling bone straight all the way down her back, some pieces in little braids with black ribbon. Her cheek bones were high and strong like her father's and her hands were delicate and soft like her mothers. She had the Sparrow gift of deceit and wording things so no one else in the world but another Sparrow would know the meaning. She was strong and powerful, she was a witch doctor, a soothsayer, and a pirate at heart. She was only 20, and yet she was the smartest person William had even known.
"Sit, William and Katherine, follow me," she said and waved her hand fluidly toward her body, beckoning Katherine to follow her. Jack hesitantly sat down in the appointed chair and watched as his two sister walked away from him into another dimly lit room. He looked at nothing but his hands, not wanting to see something that wasn't meant for his eyes and not wanting to be the man that runs out of the house screaming because there's a dead cat dangling next to the glass jar of eyes. He kept his head lowered and watching his nails, there were not dangerous or dead.
Two minutes later he heard screaming and yelping and he was on his feet in a minute, pulling his sword from the sheath and walking quickly into the room he had seen his sisters disappear into. Three pairs of eyes instead of two looked at him like he was mad. He calmly slid his sword back into its place and looked on the face of the third woman. He looked hard, running her face through his mind and mentally comparing her to every woman he's ever met, and finally it clicked. Her full lips, her long honey hair and her light brown eyes. "Elliot?" he breathed out, holding his breath for an answer and when she nodded he felt his heart become whole again and his mind raced. "You were dead!" he yelled, looking into her loving eyes.
"No, I wasn't," she said and stood, reaching out for him to hold her again. She had Elizabeth's perfect posture but Will's pretty pout. She was her mother's daughter and William took two long strides over to her and enveloped her in his arms, burying his head in her shoulder.
"It's really you," he said and twirled her around like a doll. Briar smiled.
"This is my gift to you, brother," she said and smiled when William kissed her forehead while still holding Elliot.
"Thank you," he said softly, his hard wall falling down around his two sisters and his lover. It was a reunion for the Sparrows and for William and Elliot. The two had not seen each other in near 2 years, William believing the only child of Elizabeth and Will Turner was dead. Briar and Jack hadn't seen each other in 6 months and Katherine had told William she was angrier than a mutinied Jack Sparrow.
Briar overlooked the only three people in the entire wold that she loved. She looked into their eyes and when she did she saw a different thing for each of them. She looked into Katherine's eyes, hardened by the loss of her father and mother, and hardened by her life at sea. She had seen many things and she had been through many more. Things their father wouldn't want for his kids. She saw the sea in her eyes and she saw Katherine's undying love for it. She saw their mother, Isabelle, tucking her into bed at night, pulling the covers up to her chin and kissing her forehead. She saw a little shimmer of happiness, and a love for the parents she had lost.
Elliot had the most beautiful honey eyes, they matched her hair perfectly and the first thing in hers was Will Turner. His soft voice and his wavy brown hair and the way his eyes brightened when he smiled. There was much of him in Elliot, she could tell by the way she carried herself. But Elizabeth's grace and elegance guided Elliot and she channeled it into becoming one of the most beautiful women Briar had ever seen. She saw many tears behind Elliot's eyes, some shed and some still waiting to spill. She had been waiting for William for a long time, and this was the only other person Briar would protect with her life.
Briar's eyes filled with tears as she looked to her brother, the spitting image of their beloved father, Captain Jack Sparrow. William's eyes were dry and after the death of their parents, Briar was sure he would never cry again. The lines next to his eyes were creased with laughter, and he smiled more often than he frowned, but when he frowned, his father's anger came out and he was no doubt master of his ship.
The Black Pearl was William's ship now, Jack had given it to him before he died and William had been the happiest man in the world that day. And a week later, its former captain was dead, Isabelle shortly after him. They were buried under their favorite tree on the island, together. Instead of a headstone, a sparrow, flying proudly over the waves with the sun to its back was carved in the bark of the great tree.
Each of the Sparrows had not flown far from their homes, coming back to the tree every year on the anniversary of their parents death to pay their respects and remind themselves that they were loved by their siblings. The Sparrows were taught that everyday was a gift, and that they shouldn't let the sunset on tomorrow before the sun rises on today. Although their lives were different, they had a few things in common, they loved their parents, they loved each other, and they loved every minute of life itself.
They were devious, mischievous, liars, cheats, thieves, shameless, powerful, selfless, threatening, intimidating, and beautiful. But above all that, they were Sparrows, and they made sure everyone knew them, their father, their mother, Will, and Elizabeth. And they made sure their enemies knew what they were dealing with. They were Jack and Isabelle's blood, after all.
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I really hoped you liked the last chapter in the story! It took all that I had to write it, because it was hard for me to part with Jack and Isabelle. Hopefully I'll be getting a new story on here soon, but please, all those readers that read and haven't reviews, please do and tell me how you liked it! I would love to know. Thank you again to everyone who stuck with me, if I could send you flowers, I would! And here is your last quote for this story.
"For what is life if love only exists in song? What is romance if it is all fiction? Nothing but a portrait left empty, a passing cloud of hurt. But, to meet my love in the flesh, is to find my whole heart." –— Jack and Isabelle.
Thanks guys,
Kate (Desperado)