The Legend of Pearl Sparrow
Chapter Twenty One: Flash of Green
Disclaimer: I don't own anything Pirates of the Caribbean. I do own Pearl and any OC's that happen to be in this fiction..

NA: I'm so sorry I haven't updated in FOREVER! I do intend to finish this and I shall. My muse has run off on me so it's not so easy. Also I got a butt load of layout requests over in my community on livejournal.

Pearl stood at the bow of the ship, her dark chocolate eyes scanning the horizon. It had been almost a week since she had woken up on-board the Flying Dutchman. She was missing Jack and Drake more and more with each passing hour. She felt bad for Will; having to wait nearly a decade to see to see his wife and child. However, it sure beat the alternative... which she was sort of facing at the moment. Was she really dead? She didn't feel dead – but, then, what did dead feel like?
A cool chill ran down her spine, causing her to shiver slightly. She felt the warmth of a blanket draped over her shoulders. Looking back, she saw Will behind. She gave him a small smile.

"He'll come soon enough," he said

"I know. I just, I hate waiting."

"So did my aunt. You remind me of her, a little"

"What was she like?" Pearl said with a smile.

"Well, I don't remember much of her; she stopped visiting us when I was about four. I loved when she would visit -- she always had great stories of adventure and bought presents. She had wavy, chestnut-colored hair, and light blue eyes like my father's." Will looked to Pearl.

"Is it strange that I miss her, even if I can't remember her?"

"Not at all, I missed my father when I couldn't remember much of him."

"I'm glad we got to meet. Despite the circumstances," Pearl said with a smile as Will nodded in agreement.

"Jack! How do ye plan to go about this?" Gibbs questioned as he followed his Captain across the desk up to the wheel. The Captain looked slightly puzzled, as if he hadn't put thought further then taking action.

"She's not in the locker, so we can't get her back the way we got ye back a year ago."

"I know that Mr. Gibbs. The compass will tell us where The Dutchman is. Then we just have to wait for bloody William to bring her back to this world. Savvy?"

Gibbs frowned -- he wasn't quite sure that Will would do as Jack said. Shouldn't Pearl have passed on by now, anyways? Everything just seemed pointless. Feeling uneasy, he made his way to the gallery, in need of some rum. In the short time he had known Pearl, he had grown to like her, but he still thought doing all this was crazy. Risking everything for the young lady, Sparrow or not was madness. As he entered the gallery, he saw Drake was seated at the table, compass sitting out, the needle spinning on its own, still fixed on his desire for Pearl. As Gibbs took a sip from the bottle of rum, he now noticed the compass started spinning madly, like it would when Jack didn't know what he wanted.

"What do ye suppose that means?"

As soon as the words had left his mouth, green light flashed through the porthole windows of the room. Both the men rushed to up to the deck and saw The Flying Dutchman on the horizon. The Captain stood there with a gold-toothed grin.

"I told ye it would work. Didn't I?"

Pearl felt the ship jerk. Green light flashed as she lost her footing and fell backwards, landing flat on her bottom. Wasting no time at all, she pulled herself to her feet and looked around to see what had happened. The sight on the horizon caused her to smile widely. There was the black ship with black sails she had been waiting to see for what felt like an eternity.
As the ships drew nearer, her smile faded as she realized she might never see Will again. She had only known him for a short time, but she had grown fond of him. As if Will could read her thoughts, she felt his hand land on her shoulder as he spoke to her.

"Don't worry, Pearl. I'm sure we'll cross paths again, and under better circumstances."

"I sure hope so, dying isn't really all that fun," she replied as she reached up and wrapped her arms around his neck, embracing him in a hug. "I'm going to miss you."

After Pearl gathered her very few belongings. She waited for the ships to dock and she made sure to say her goodbyes to her god-father. Upon breaking the embrace, she heard the clearing of a throat. Turning around, she saw her father and smiled widely, rushing to him and engulfing him in a tight hug. Pearl felt her feet leave the wooden deck as she was twilled threw the air. Images of a younger self and Jack flooded threw her mind as she giggled a little.

"I missed you so much, Daddy," she said.

"Of course ye did, love," Jack said, setting her down, but keeping an arm around her shoulder. He then focused his attention to Will, who seemed shocked to have witnessed such a slow of affection from the pirate. "I trust ye took good care of my daughter."

"Of course. After all, she is family… Uncle Jack," Will said only, to receive a slightly aggravated look from Jack and a giggle from Pearl, followed by the laughter of the two men.

Pearl boarded the Pearl after saying goodbye to Will once again, finding it harder to part with him than she thought possible.

"Just how do ye intend to get me back to my body?" Pearl questioned Jack

"That's where I come in," said Drake, causing Pearl to drop her belongings and rush over to him, hugging and kissing him, pulling apart only when Jack cleared his throat rather loudly.

"Right, well, shall we, then?" Pearl said. Drake nodded and led her to her body. She was surprised to see it was in prefect condition and hadn't even begun to disintegrate. She noticed that the bullet wound was also gone. It all surprised her.

"It seems that the Aqua de Vida healed your wound and preserved your body. Unfortunately, it was too late to save you," Drake explained.

"Aqua de Vida?"

"Water of life… it's a foun-"

"I know what it is… but does this mean that once back in my body, I'm going to live forever?"

"No, because you where dead when it entered your body, it won't give you ever lasting life. But you will, however, have a prolonged life."

Pearl nodded, not sure if that was a good or bad thing. "So, how are you going to get my soul back into my body?"

"Just sit back and watch, its only just now coming to me," Drake replied as he sat there looking like he was deep in thought. Pearl felt that strange pulling sensation she had felt back on The Flying Dutchman and soon everything went blank. When she opened her eyes again, she was laying in the bed.

"What happened?" she asked

"You're back, love," Drake said, placing his hand under her chin. Pearl smiled at him as she moved her face close to his.

"I always knew there was more to you than what meets the eye."

"Aye, I could say the same about you."

Yay, Pearl's back! There's about one more chapter left of this. But don't worry I'm sure of I'll write more of these characters.