Sorry for the delay, but here it is the, well, I hope, highly anticipated sequel to A Pirate's Tale! Remember, Jack and Elizabeth were swallowed by the kraken, Beckett took Will and Jack's crew as prisoners, and we've learned that Barbossa is teaming up with Beckett. Oh, and… what about Davy's heart?

Disclaimer: POTC is unfortunately not mine…

Chapter One: Trickery Afoot

Pain. Searing pain. As Jack felt every fiber of his body being torn and ripped, he allowed himself to think of one thing only. Elizabeth. His bones were crunching in the intense pain and yet he kept her name on an endless loop, not wanting to forget her even for a second. Elizabeth, Elizabeth, Elizabeth. His mind wouldn't, couldn't grasp the idea that she was experiencing this same fate. Her name echoed in his mind and he imagined her sitting on a bright sandy beach, free of all troubles, finally happy. The sound of the ocean and its gentle waves whispered softly to him as he tried to block out the sounds of agonized shrieks and screams that ricocheted through the darkness. The pain started to intensify, his blood burned and his heart stung, he wanted nothing more than to escape the pain and hold Elizabeth close. Then he let out one last scream of agony before the darkness completely took over.

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James Norrington sat tall and stately at his desk. Working for Beckett wasn't something that he was proud of, but James was determined to earn his title as commodore back. Chasing Jack Sparrow through the hurricane last year had been the biggest mistake of his life, that or asking for Elizabeth's hand. James groaned inwardly as he remembered Elizabeth standing in front of him; chin high, declaring her love for Will as they helped Jack escape from the noose. He hadn't felt so embarrassed and rejected in his whole life until then. Then again, his job writing letters for Beckett wasn't very noble and he hated to admit how lowly and shameful he felt when the men that use to be his soldiers looked down on him.

Suddenly Beckett threw open the door to his cabin and smiled grimly at James. He strode in and shifted through James letters, nodding in approval.

"Mr. Norrington, I must say you are doing splendidly at redeeming yourself. In fact you've almost won my trust, but before it's completely yours I have one final task. We've picked up a few prisoners and I'd like you to guard them." Beckett was now staring out at the serene sea, his mind was racing of all he could do once he stabbed Davy's heart and owned the sea. But first he had some other dirty work to attend to. Beckett watched James's face in amusement, he loved controlling people and seeing Norrington's eager to please face made him chuckle. Beckett knew that Norrington wasn't particularly fond of Will because of past events involving Elizabeth and how he despised Jack, which probably included Jack's crew. So Beckett decided to have some fun by playing with Norrington's emotions, it was good practice for the days when Beckett would control the seas and every sailor and pirate roaming his waters.

James nodded and rushed off to watch over the prisoners. This was his chance! He still had time to reclaim his honor and title, not all was lost. Racing down to the brig James took the stairs two at a time and nearly fell as he rounded the corner and viewed the prisoners.

"Mr. Turner." James acknowledged standing tall at the door and keeping his eyes on the wall in front of him, not wanting to show Will his discomfort. Will glanced up, but he couldn't careless about Norrington's hostility, Elizabeth was dead! And the chest… Will closed his eyes and clenched his fists; he had been so close to freeing his father. Now he was locked away and bound for the noose for all he knew. What could he do? Where could he go? Nowhere. His fiancée was gone, and the witty captain wasn't there to magically rescue them. Jack wouldn't go to the trouble of rescuing us even if he was alive. Will thought bitterly, after all wasn't Jack the one who had pulled Elizabeth to the depths with him? They needed help. But who? Who knew them and would want to help them or Jack or Elizabeth…wait.

"Mr. Norrington!" Will scrambled to his feet rushed to the bars and fixed his hopeful eyes on James.

"Yes?" James was absolutely stunned, confused, and a little scared. What was Will up to and why was he looking at James like that?

"Elizabeth, she needs your help." Will pleaded behind the bars, hoping James would forget this life of powdered wigs and uniforms and decide to do the right thing and help, even though it would ultimately cost him all he was striving for. James blinked; her name had sent something cold into his heart. Last year he would have been desperate and willing to help, but now he wasn't so eager. He would lose more than he would gain if he were to help. But he still couldn't let any harm come to Elizabeth, she hadn't broken his heart maliciously, her heart just belonged to someone else. Was there a way for him to help and keep his status? There was, he knew it. And perhaps if it all played out well he'd be able to walk away with Elizabeth in his arms. No, that probably wouldn't happen, but he didn't see anything wrong with trying.

"What exactly does she need me for?" James asked, leaning a bit towards Will. This day seemed to be the beginning of something big; he was redeeming himself in the working world and perhaps redeeming himself in the love department. Maybe things would finally turn around and work out for the better.

Will was beside himself with joy. Help! He had found help, now all there was too do was form a plan. Luckily, he had a pretty good idea up his sleeve. Unfortunately Will was losing his caring side as he journeyed with pirates and his so-called idea wasn't a friendly one and someone was guaranteed to get hurt while pursuing it.

"Here's what we need to do." Will began; the plan was on its way.

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Davy Jones steered his ship across the sandy bottom of the ocean. Bootstrap had been quiet and mournful all day and he had a feeling it was due to the boy's recent disappearance. Will wasn't going to get off that easily. Especially when Davy discovered his chest was no longer buried, it was gone.

Davy seethed and gripped the spokes on the helm harder. His heart was in someone else's hands, who knew what they could do to it. And it was all Will's fault. Davy knew Will had been the one who had stolen his key, which led him to think Will had stolen the chest as well. And Davy wasn't going to let the person who stole his heart get away.

Slipping his tentacle inside his pocket he brushed the surface of the small music box he kept with him at all times. The smooth texture brought back painful memories and Davy shudder. No, the person who was in possession of his heart was definitely not going to escape.

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Barbossa stood tall at the helm of the Endeavor scratching his monkey's, Jack's, head. Everything was going according to plan. Of course he wasn't thrilled that Beckett hired him to go to the ends of the earth to retrieve Jack and Elizabeth, but he was becoming richer because of this expensive bargain. Barbossa grumbled to himself as he realized he needed Jack alive as well. There was a certain trinket nestled in Jack's coarse dreadlocks that was exponentially important to Barbossa. He wouldn't stop till he had it in his hands, and then whatever happened to Jack and his little wench was nothing he was concerned about. Though he knew Beckett's mind was set on torturing the two and then sending them right back to the locker. There were a lot of lowly events Beckett was associated with and knew that when Beckett had Jack and Elizabeth things would get pretty ugly. Maybe that's why the two worked so well together, both couldn't careless of the condition of others as long as they got what they went in for.

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Elizabeth let out another shriek. Someone was burning her, ripping her, torturing her! But why? Why was she in so much pain? Who was doing this? And what about Jack? Last time she remembered she was lying in bed, sick and he was there comforting her. Jack. Where was he? His name calmed her a little, but she wanted to be in his arms. She wanted him to kiss her, stroke her hair, and tell her everything would be all right. But he wasn't here. And she knew things were definitely not all right. This indescribable pain wasn't normal, she didn't think she could survive much more of it. How was she to make it stop? She couldn't see and all she heard were agonizing screeches filling her with dread. Her mind desperately tried to grasp something comforting, but a deep fear rooted itself in her. Was this the locker? Was she bound to sit in complete darkness, listening to others suffer, while experiencing her own intense pain for all eternity? The thought alone scared her ad shook her to her core. Elizabeth started screaming over and over again, relentlessly, her sore throat from her recent illness began bleeding as each scream ripped up her raw throat.

So that wasn't very long but you basically got an update of every character under the sun. I apologize for the overload of information I got so caught up while writing so there are about a million and one plots throwing themselves at you. If you guys get confused don't hesitate to ask questions… by the way, reviewing would be highly appreciated!