And I now present, the final chapter of Death Shan't Part Us. Enjoy.

Closure. The act of closing; the state of being closed; a bringing to an end; conclusion; a sense of psychological certainty or completeness. The question that runs persistently through William Turner's and Elizabeth Swann's minds are whether they will ever be able to have closure in their lives.

Elizabeth was still in a state of shock as she watched Will hold her body close to him, refusing to relinquish his grip on her. She sat stoically on a crate beside her unmoving love, surprising herself at how she was already learning the "rules" of her curse. She was able to touch things, but could not feel. She had no body, so how could she feel? She could move things, but none of those who were living could receive any messages she tried to make with said objects. They would not notice the moved things. She could not move something that a living person was touching. The living could not feel her touch either. No one could hear her voice or see her. They could not walk through her, but they never came close enough to do so. It seemed as if they avoided the spots where she stood.

She desperately wanted to leave Will, to go somewhere else, to get away from the pain etched into his very being, but... she couldn't. She had left him in one way; she would not do it in another. So she sat beside him, her eyes never leaving his face. She found it too eerie, too... bizarre to let her eyes drift to her body. Her mind was completely blank as she sat beside Will and as she walked with him to the boat and as he spoke his final words to her as he let her body fall into the deep, dark ocean. She didn't know what to think, she couldn't think. It was impossible. This wasn't happening. It couldn't be. She was dreaming; that was it. She had to be. There was no way this was happening, it was impossible. Yet... it felt so real. Except for dreams that were in reality memories, she did not have vivid dreams. And this was extremely vivid.

Back on the Pearl, the crew was beginning to prepare to make way for Shipwreck Bay. Elizabeth moved to the bow of the ship, leaving Will for the first time. She just couldn't take the look in his eyes anymore. They were so... broken. Will shouldn't be broken. Definitely not over her. She loved him, true, but she had hurt him so badly. She didn't deserve his tears. She didn't deserve the pain he was feeling for her. He should move on and find someone to love that won't hurt him... someone who is alive. She leaned against the railing and curled her fists around clumps of her hair, not feeling any of it. Suddenly, a figure moved beside her.

"Miss Swann." she turned sharply, seeing the strange Tia Dalma staring right at her. She looked behind her, to make sure that she was truly looking at her.

"Y-You can see me?" Elizabeth whispered. The woman nodded and leaned against the railing slightly, gazing out at the sea. "How? How can you see me and hear me when no one else can?"

The woman turned and her mouth morphed into a twisted smile. "I be da sea goddess, Calypso." she said simply. All Elizabeth could do was blink dumbly, staring at what she now knew to be the Witch of the Sea. "Ye wish ta speak ta yer lover." the woman said, her eyes glinting at her dangerously. Elizabeth nodded silently. "All ye need to do is speak ta him as he sleeps." Without another word, the woman strode away, leaving Elizabeth alone with her thoughts.

Would Will be able to her hear in his dreams? Would she really be able to speak with him? What would happen to her after she spoke to him? Would she be doomed to watch the world around her change and those she loved and cared about grow old as she remained the same, unable to feel anything, only seen by the strange witch that claimed to be Goddess of the Sea? Or would she disappear into the world of the dead and find herself in one of the boats that she had seen her father in? She couldn't decide which would be worse. She loved Will more than anything and didn't know if she could stand not seeing him everyday, even if he could not see her. But could she stand watching him grow and change and move on, away from her? Would she be able to watch him kiss another woman as he had watched her kiss Jack? She shuddered at the thought of that kiss. It repulsed her that she had done such a thing. She shook herself from that strain of thought and moved to another. Will... would Will be able to move on? She knew that he loved her. She knew now that he loved her just as much as she loved him, but would he be capable of moving on? She tried to think for a moment, and imagine that Will was the one who died. Would she be able to move on? The answer came to her so quickly it frightened her. No. Then would Will be able to move on? He had to. He had to. She had thrown herself in front of him so that he could live and be happy and she'd be damned if he didn't make the best of her sacrifice. With renewed confidence and fervor, she turned and headed out to find Will, hoping that he was asleep.

She was surprised to find that he was down below, sitting on his bunk, a bottle of rum in his hand. She had never seen Will drink before. He was staring blankly at the wall, not really seeing it. She kneeled down in front of him and reached out to touch him, wanting to cry because she couldn't feel the warmth of his skin and that he was staring right through her. She couldn't cry though. She had found that out early on. She had no body, so tears would not come. Suddenly, as if he could feel her distress, Will threw the bottle against the wall, breathing heavily. After a moment, he laid down on the bunk and covered his eyes with his arm. She waited a long time for him to fall asleep. She sat on the edge of his bunk and waited for his muscles to relax and for the lines in his face to fade. After what seemed liked hours, they finally did. In his sleep, he moved his arm from his face and Elizabeth reached out and ran her fingers along his jaw, unable to feel but wanting something familiar.

"Will?" she questioned quietly, bending her head down closer to his face. He mumbled and turned his head at the sound of her voice. "It's me, Elizabeth." she whispered. "I... I just want you to know that I love you. I never cared for Jack in a way that was even remotely close to how I feel for you. I have loved you since I laid eyes on you and no dirty, smelly pirate is going to change that." she stopped and drew in a deep breath. "I... I want you to move on, Will." he moved his head to the other side as if in protest. "I died so that you could live, and that's what I want you to do, Will. Live. Just live and be happy. Try to be content. Find someone who will make you happy. I don't know what's going to happen to me, but please, please try and live, Will, for me. I love you. Don't forget that."

"'Lizabeth..." he murmured, and Elizabeth pressed unfeeling lips to his forehead.

"I love you, William Turner, and always will."

When Will awoke, he touched his forehead, a strange warmth there. He remembered vaguely that he had dreamed of Elizabeth and had heard her voice. He felt odd, because there was a strange sense of completeness in him. The hole that was in him the day before, the hole that Elizabeth and filled, seemed to be less painful. He still felt as if one of his limbs were missing, but it was as if he could live with it now.

"Just live and be happy. Try to be content."

Her voice stretched out to him from the fog of his subconscious. Somehow, he knew that Elizabeth had been with him when he needed her most. She had been with him all of yesterday, by his side and helping him. But now... she was gone. And he had to learn to cope with that fact. He loved her more than anything, but there was nothing he could do to bring her back. She didn't want him to waste his life away. She had died for him. If he didn't live his life to the fullest than her sacrifice would have been a waste. And he could not live with himself if that happened.

Closure. The act of closing; the state of being closed; a bringing to an end; conclusion; a sense of psychological certainty or completeness.

A/N: I just want to say a few words of thanks. I would like to thank everyone on because they are all amazing and helped me so much even if they didn't realize it. I would like to thank Brittany, who fixed all my stupid mistakes (although I don't know if it was in this particular story or not). And finally, I would like to thank all of you, the reviewers especially, and can't say that I'm sorry for making you cry because I believe that is the greatest compliment you can give a writer. Thank you. I just want to say one more thing before leaving you all be, and this is to Andrew who left an anonymous review on the third chapter. He told me, and I quote"HOW IN THE WORLD CAN REVIEWS MAKE YOU HAPPY AFTER WRIGHTING THIS SAD, SADISTIC STORY! (Bursts into hysterical tears)" And I just want to say that this made me grin. I'm sorry that I had you crying hysterically, but I love reviews because it shows me that people are actually reading my stories and best of all-- liking them. And also, I'm glad that you told me it was sad and sadistic because that was what I was aiming for. I promise that the next Will/Elizabeth centered fic I write, I will make it as happy and fluffy as humanly possible for you, Andrew. But now, my loving readers, I must bid you all adieu, until next time. I love you all and hope you enjoyed this. As of now, I do not plan on writing a sequel. Thank you for sticking through with me to the end!

With all the love a writer can give,

Katy