Blood dripped down her beautiful white gown.

Maria gasps for air.

Beckett on the other hand just stands there stunned.

"Why'd you do this-ah!" Davy said with rage in his voice. While holding Maria's body close to his.

"I-I-I-" Beckett shuddered.

"Beckett, you shall die for what you did to my wife!" Davy then takes his sword and runs Beckett right through, killing him in the process.

        Davy then brings his attention back to his beloved. He's never seen her in pain before and he told himself he never wanted to. Poor Davy took Beckett's sword out of the both of them and laid her down on the soft grass. He gently rested her head in his hand and talked softly to her.

"My sweet, I love yeh." He said sadly. "Don't leave me, I would be lost without you-ah." He then said starting to cry. But then he felt a hand caress his cheek. He moved his hand over to it and kissed it softly.

"Honey," Maria said weakly. "I-I-I love you." She says with a weak smile.

Davy then picks her up.

"Where are we going?" She says.

"It is time to go to the Dutchman."