Sayonara, Mr. Governor.

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Their plans...are not proceeding apace.

"Bloody hell," Beckett murmurs, surveying what's left of the latest ship, "there's nothing left."

Mercer observes, "Jones is a loose cannon, sir."

There's a long pause: Lord Cutler Beckett is thinking. Finally: "Fetch the chest."

"And the governor?" Beckett looks over his shoulder at Mercer. "He's been asking questions about the heart.

Beckett's eyes narrow. "Does he know?"

Silence from Mercer is, apparently, a yes.

"Then perhaps," Beckett says peaceably, "his usefulness has run its course."

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Blackness slides over his vision as the sun is blotted out. Night falls, and he cannot catch his breath, and he's falling, Dear Lord, he's falling overboard and-







Elizabeth...







Caroline...







He's gone before his body hits the water.




When his eyes open, it's night still, but it's peaceful. Calm. The row boat rocks gently on the waves, and the stars illuminate the dark sky.

Caroline awaits him, but the journey to her is long yet. He patiently sits in his boat, no longer needing to catch his breath, and he waits.