A/N: It’s sad to say that this is the last chapter in this story. I hope you enjoy the last final piece of Isabelle’s journey, in the first movie.

DISCLAIMER: I don’t own any of the original characters nor the plot, but Isabelle and my own semi-plot are rightfully mine.

Enjoy…

I didn’t need anybody to wake me up today. I was back home, back in my bed, back in my room, but I didn’t want to be here. I wanted to be anywhere but here.

Today was the day Jack was going to be hung.

I pushed myself from the bed. He didn’t deserve to die, and even if I didn’t love him, I would think the same way. Oh my goodness, I just said I loved him. No. you heard yourself. You don’t love, and neither does Jack. I told myself. What about that time when you where “dieing?” He said he loved you. A voice said in my head, but I told it to shut up.

Somebody knocked on my door.

“Come in.” I said. The door opened, and Elizabeth peeked through.

“Hey.” she said, knowing exactly how I was feeling. She liked Jack also, just not how I liked him.

“Hey.” I said quietly. She came and sat on my bed.

“He doesn’t deserve to die.” Elizabeth said.

“I know.” I told her, and we sat in silence, though it wasn’t awkward or anything.

Five minutes later, another knock came on my door.

“Isabelle! Do you know where Elizabeth is?” my father called from the door.

I’ve begged my father with Elizabeth to let Jack go, but he always said it wasn’t in his position to let him go. Yet he was governor. I’ve also told him that, but then he said we are bound by the law. I’ve broken the law, should I be hung?

“I’m in here father!” Elizabeth said, and father barged into my room.

“Good God. I thought you were missing!” Father said, hugging Elizabeth. Nope. Doesn’t care about me. I thought in my head, but then, I was used to it.

“Well, we’ve got to get ready for the hanging.” Father said, not knowing how much pain that caused me.

“Of course.” Elizabeth said, and carried our father, by the hand, away from my room. That left me and my maid, Ana Beth, alone.

“Which dress will you be wearing today, Miss?” she asked me.

“Isabelle.” I said simply.

“Pardon me, Miss?” she asked.

“Call me Isabelle.”

“But Miss-”

“Call me Isabelle!” I slightly yelled at her. She was taken aback. I have never yelled at her before. She was not only my maid, but a good friend.

“I’m sorry Ana Beth, but I’d love for you to call me Isabelle.” I said, softly. She nodded.

“Of course, Isabelle. Now, which dress would you like to wear?” she asked.

“Something. . . Comfortable. Nothing too pretty.” I stated. She nodded, and while I was sitting on my bed, she was looking through my closet.

Finally, she laid a dress next to me. I stood up, and looked at it.

It was a rose-pink, low-cut, dress which in my book, was very beautiful.

“I love the dress, but I said something not so pretty.” I said, trying not to whine.

“You also said something comfortable. This here is the most comfortable dress in your closet.” she said, and I sighed.

“Fine.” I grunted. She smiled, and I started to undress.

~~~

I looked in the mirror. It was comfortable, yes, but way to pretty for my face. It fitted me perfectly, though a little too low on my chest.

“You look beautiful.” Ana Beth stated.

“That’s what I don’t want.” I said, but it was too late to change.

“But thank you anyway.” I quickly added, not wanting to sound ungrateful. She curtsied, and ran out of the room, leaving me now fully alone.

I didn’t want to look beautiful, but unfortunaly I didn’t have a choice anymore. Ana Beth has curled my hair, and left it down. My make-up was simple, little eyeliner and some mascara, nothing more.

I sighed again, and walked downstairs.

Elizabeth was waiting downstairs with our father, looking stunning. Good, now everybody would look at her, and not at me.

“You. . . Look gorgeous today Isabelle.” my father said, smiling at me. I didn’t smile back.

“What is happening today is terribly wrong.” I said, and walked out, getting into the carriage. Elizabeth followed me with our father.

~~~

It was hot as we stood walked to our place where Norrington was standing.

“My darling. You look absolutely stunning today.” Norrington said, kissing Elizabeth’s hand.

“Isabelle, as do you.” Norrington said, and kissed my hand.

“Are you running a fever?” I asked him.

“Isabelle!” my father implied.

“Sorry.” I lied, and turned to face the gallows. Jack was standing there, hands tied, next to the executer and the officer. He caught my eye, and smiling sweetly, making my heart melt inside.

“We’ll save you.” I mouthed to him, but he just shook his head.

“Jack Sparrow, be it known that you have been charged, tried, and convicted…” the officer started, and I saw Jack say, “Captain. Captain Jack Sparrow.” I smiled lightly.

“for your willful commission of crimes against the crown. Said crimes being numerous in quantity and sinister in nature, the most egregious of these to be cited herewith – piracy, smuggling, falsification of letters of marque and reprisal, impersonating an officer of the British Royal Navy…” the officer said, and Elizabeth shook her head.

“This is wrong.” she said.

“I’ve been saying that they whole day.” I mumbled, but nobody seemed to hear me.

“Commodore Norrington is bound by the law - as are we all.” Father said. Hell to the law. Many people break it everyday.

“impersonating an officer of the Spanish Royal Navy, impersonating a cleric of the Church of England…” the officer said, and I turned my head. I saw Cotton’s parrot. I smiled. The Black Pearl was here. They were going to get Jack. If he came out alive.

“...sailing under false colors, arson, kidnapping, looting, poaching, brigandage, pilfering, depravity, depredation, and general lawlessness. And for these crimes you have been sentenced to be, on this day, hung by the neck until dead. May God have mercy on your soul.” the officer ended, and Will came walking swiftly to us.

“Governor Swann. Commodore. Isabelle. Elizabeth. I should have told you every day from the moment I met you - I love you.” Will said, and I smiled. I knew that everybody was stunned apart from me. Will walked off, and I followed him.

“Isabelle!” my father yelled, but I walked further away. I caught up to Will, pushing people out of my way.

“So what are we going to do?” I asked Will.

“Isabelle! Go back to your family!” Will yelled.

“No.” I said, and he sighed.

“Follow me.” he said, and pushed in farther to the gallows. I followed his suit.

The executer had put the noose around Jack’s neck, while the drummers started to play.

“Move!” Will yelled, and pushed people aside. The executer pulls the lever, and Jack fell down, only to find that Will had thrown a knife into the gallows, making a foothold for him. Will and I fight our way to the gallows, and while Will fights of the executer, I cut down the rope that Jack was hanging by. Jack fell down on the ground.

Guards where now running to us, but we fought them all away, until we got cornered by a dozen guards. Norrington, Father, and Elizabeth come running to us. Jack grabbed my hand, and we turn to face them.

“I thought we might have to endure some manner of ill-conceived escape attempt - but not from you.” Norrington said to Will.

“Or you, Isabelle. I have forgiven you from what you have done to me nearly eight years ago.” he said, and I smiled.

“Isabelle, I do not know what to say. This is a vile and cruel man. William. On our return to Port Royal, I granted you clemency. And this is how you thank me? By throwing in your lot with him? He’s a pirate!” my father yelled at us both.

“And a good man. If all I have achieved here is that the hangman will earn two pairs of boots instead of one, so be it. At least my conscience will be clear.” Will said.

“He is a good man father, not just a pirate. He has saved us countless of times, and you pay him back by hanging. If that is your plan, let it be, but I will not let him go down without a fight.” I said to my father, and everybody was shocked of what I have said.

“You forget your place.” Norrington said, and I held on tighter to Jack’s hand.

“It’s right here...between you and Jack.” Will said. Elizabeth walked up to Will, and took his hand.

“As is mine.” she said, and I smiled. Such a brave girl Elizabeth is. I would never be able to do such a thing.

 “Elizabeth! Lower your weapons. For goodness’ sake put them down!” Father yelled at the guards. They quickly lowed the weapons, afraid of what would happen if they didn’t obey Father’s commands.

“So this is where your heart truly lies, then?” Norrington asked Elizabeth sadly.

“It is.” she admitted.

“Well! I’m actually feeling rather good about this.” Jack said. He let go of my hand, and walked up to my father.

“I think we've all arrived at a very special place, eh? Spiritually... Ecumenically... Grammatically?” Jack asked him. Father recoiled from him from his breath.

Next Jack went to Norrington.

“I want you to know that I was rooting for you, mate. Know that.” Jack said. He turned to Elizabeth and Will.

“Elizabeth...it would never have worked between us, darling. I’m sorry. Will...nice hat.” he said, and finally turned to me.

“Isabelle.” he said.

“Jack.” I repeated. He stepped closer to me.

“Stay away from any sharp objects like knifes, sword, arrows, and daggers, and especially guns. . . Stay away from anything that will cause you harm.” he said, and I smiled.

“You know I won’t.” I said. He smiled back to me.

“I know, but it was worth a try.” he told me. All the sudden, he leaned towards me, getting ready to kiss me. I closed my eyes, and got ready for the kiss to come, but it never did.

“Not yet, luv.” he whispered. I opened my eyes, and he was standing on the battlement. I laughed silently.

“Friends! This is the day that you will always remember as the day that –” he started, but he fell down the battlement. Everyone, including me, ran to the battlement, and watched to make sure he wouldn’t get hurt.

“Idiot. He has nowhere to go but back to the noose.” Gillette said, and I laughed.

“He isn’t an idiot. He’s Captain Jack Sparrow.” I said softly. Gillette flashed me a look. I smiled warmly to him.

“Sail ho!” a distant voice rings by. The Black Pearl was swimming towards us.

“What’s your plan of action? Sir?” Gillette asked, but Norrington stayed silent.

“Perhaps on the rare occasion pursuing the right course demands an act of piracy, piracy itself can be the right course?” Father said. Norrington slightly nodded.

“Mr. Turner.” Norrington called. Will turned to Elizabeth and me.

“I will accept the consequences of my actions.” he said, and heading down to Norrington. Norrington pulled out his sword.

“This is a beautiful sword. I would expect the man who made it to show the same care and devotion in every aspect of his life.” he said, and I mentally thanked him. He might not be such a bad man. I thought.

“Thank you.” Will said, and returned to Elizabeth.

“Commodore! What about Sparrow?” Gillette asked with a angry voice.

“Oh, I think we can afford to give him one day’s head start.” Norrington said. I looked at him.

“Thank you.” I mouthed. He nodded, and left with Gillette and the rest of the marines.

Father turns to Will and Elizabeth.

“So, this is the path you’ve chosen, is it? After all...he is a blacksmith.” he said, and I rolled my eyes. Elizabeth slowly takes off Will’s feathered hat, and stares into his eyes.

“No. He’s a pirate.” she said, and Will kiss her. I smiled so largely, I felt my mouth getting numb. Finally. I thought. Father gave them a look, and walked away.

I turned back to look at the man I loved, now swimming towards his ship. A tear ran down my cheek, but out of happiness.

I gave him one last look, and then headed to go to my father, humming a song.

Yo ho! Yo ho! A pirate’s life for me!

END

That’s it. The end to Sword of Death. I would like to thank the following people for giving me the courage to write this story; God, my good friend Pammywa, who has always been their for me, my parents and family, DayNap and Yune- the Ravenclaw Writer, for giving me excellent advice, and my computer, for letting me write on it, and being a sweetheart, and not losing any of my files. I want to also thank all my reviews. Thank you so much. You have motivated me to the highest degree. Thank you all. I would also like to thank Gore Verbernski, Jerry Bruckheimer, and the two writers of Pirates of the Caribbean for making the pirate film come alive. I admire all of your works, and maybe one day, we will be able to work together.

Now, am I going to continue on with this story? Here is a short preview of my squeal to Sword of Death, The Swann and her Sparrow. Enjoy. . .

This was the day. The day that Elizabeth and Will were going to get married. I was so pleased and happy for them. I have waited many months, even years, for him to propose to Elizabeth, and he finally did.

It was only two weeks after Jack’s escape. Will had took Elizabeth to a midnight stroll on the pier. As the woman I am, I followed them. At first, it was simply boring. They were just holding hands, talking about things that I truthfully didn’t care about, like politics, and the economy. Then something grabbed my attention.

“Elizabeth?” Will asked.

“Yes?” Elizabeth answered.

“What would you say if I asked you to spend your whole life?” he asked.

“Well, I don’t know. I gue- What are you implying?” she said, widening her eyes. Will got down on one knee, and opened a box to Elizabeth.

“Elizabeth Swann, if I grabbed a star from the sky every time you made me smile, every time you make me love you, the whole sky would be in the palm of my hand. I love you dearest with my heart. There is never a period in my life when I don’t want you to be by my side. I want you to be with me forever. Will you take my hand in marriage?” Will said, and I smiled. Elizabeth nodded. Will stood up, pick Elizabeth up, and spun her in a circle. Than they kissed. I left before it got anymore graphic.

That night happened not to long ago. Once father learned that Elizabeth was getting married, he made sure that the wedding was going to take place as soon as he could.

Now we are here, getting ready for the wedding. Well, everyone was already ready. I was wearing a plain dress, made from light purple silk, embroidered with lace. I was in the house when I thought to look out the window. The sight wasn’t as pretty as I hoped.

The rain was pouring down. It was terribly foggy, but off in the distance, I could see little lanterns on tiny rowboats. I looked down.

Elizabeth was sitting on the wet and hard ground, dressed in her wedding gown. It appeared as though she was crying. Oh no.

I ran to get her, but was stopped when I saw Will getting pushed around by some soldiers.

“Will!” I yelled, and run to help him.

“You slimy bastards! Let go of him!” I yelled at them, trying to get Will out from the soldiers grasps. Instead, they put irons on my arms.

“Let me go!” I scream.

Elizabeth walks into the courtyard.

“Will, why is this happening?” she asked, hugging him.

“I don't know. You look beautiful.” Will said, stocking her cheek, something that reminded me of somebody. No, not allow to think of him. I said to myself.

“I think it's bad luck for the groom to see the bride before the wedding.” Elizabeth said to Will, and I sighed.

Father entered the courtyard.

“Make way, let me through. How dare you! Stand your men down at once! Do you hear me?!” he yelled at a man, and I turned to look at the man responsible for my arrest.

“Governor Weatherby Swann. It's been too long.” the man said, and I recognized him at once.

“Cutler Beckett!” my father and I yelled in tandem.

“It's Lord now, actually.” Beckett said calmly. Oh how I despised him. Sure enough, I hated Norrington, but Beckett was unspeakable of. He was horrible. A terrible man.

“Lord or not, you have no reason and no authority to arrest this man!” Father yelled at him.

“In fact I do. Mr. Mercer...a warrant for the arrest of one William Turner.” Beckett said, raising his hand. A tall, skinny man, with a grim expression on his face, handed Father a scroll.

“This warrant is for Elizabeth Swann!” Father yelled.

“NO!” I cried out. I tried to tackle Beckett, but the guard were too strong.

“Oh is it, that's annoying, my mistake. Arrest her.” Beckett said simply. The guards went off to cuff her.

“On what charges?” Elizabeth yelled, but he ignored her.

“Ahhh, here's the one for William Turner. And I have another one here for a James Norrington, is he present?” Beckett said, looking through scrolls.

“Commodore Norrington resigned his commission some months ago.” Father said.

“I don't believe that's the answer to the question I asked.” Beckett stated, though it was a lie.

“Lord Beckett, in the category of questions not answered…” Will started.

“We are under the jurisdiction of the king's governor of Port Royal and you will tell us what we are charged with.” Elizabeth finished.

“The charge…” Father started, reading from some bodies scroll.

“is conspiring to set free a man convicted of crimes against the crown and empire and condemned to death, for which the…” he said, and suddenly stopped.

“For which the punishment, regrettably, is also death. Perhaps you remember a certain pirate named Jack Sparrow.”

“It’s captain!” I yelled at him.

“Oh, Isabelle. I forgot about you. I’m sorry dear.” he said, and looked through the box where he kept the scrolls.

“Tsk. Tsk. There is one for a Isabelle Marie Swann.” he said. I struggled through my chains.

“How dare you press charges about us!” I yelled at him. He walked slowly toward me.

“There is a compromise for you. It won’t help dear Elizabeth or William, but you’ll be safe from death.” he said. Gradually, he got down on one knee.

“Isabelle Swann. Marry me, and you’ll be free of all charges. You’ll become a Lord’s wife, and be incredibly rich. You and I will take down all the pirates in the world.” he said, and I felt dizzy.

“WHAT?” I yelled.
Hehe, so watch out for the next book, The Swann and her Sparrow. Hope ya’ll enjoyed Sword of Death, and that my fans are loyal and that they read on to the next chapter of Isabelle Swann’s life.

I love all of you,

EWinters

P.S. The Swann and her Sparrow is already out!!!!