AN: This is the sequel to my other story Curse Of The Black Pearl :) So that should be read first

I waiting with Gibbs for Jack to get back. He had gone to get what we needed to avoid a certain someone coming back to collect a certain debt that was made certain years ago.

Gibbs was drunkenly singing and I was getting a little annoyed at him. Mainly for the fact that he was very of tune and drinking my rum.

I love my rum.

"Yo, ho, ho and a bottle of rum" He was about to take another drink but I stole the bottle from him. My rum.

Finally I heard Jack's voice and I went over with Gibbs to see him climbing up the ladder of the ship. Gibbs reached out a hand to help, but instead of Jack giving him his hand, he gave him a skeletal leg. Nice.

"Not quite according to plan" Gibbs said.

"Complication arose, ensued were overcome" Jack replied.

"You got what you went in for then?" Gibbs asked. Jack got out a piece of cloth and "Mm hmm"ed then quickly moved away, and stood next to me. Giving me the piece of cloth which I already knew what was on.

"Captain, I think the crew – meaning me as well – were expecting something a little more … shiny" Jack almost walked into Leech which I thought was a very appropriate name for him. He had his arms folded and didn't look very happy.

The rest of the crew surrounded me and Jack, not threatening, but not friendly either.

"What with the Isle de Meurta going all pear shaped, reclaimed by the sea, and the treasure with it-" He was interrupted by Leech

"And the Royal Navy chasing us all over the Atlantic-" He was interrupted by Marty the midget.

"Don't forget the hurricane"

"All in all, it's been some time since we've done a spec of honest piratin'" Gibbs said.

"Shiny?" Jack asked.

"Aye, shiny" Gibbs repeated.

"Is that how your all feeling then. That I'm not serving your best interests as Captain?" There was an awkward silence before the parrot said

"Walk the plank" In a second Jack had his pistol out and aimed at the bird.

"What did the bird say?" He said angrily, as Cotton covered his parrots mouth.

"Don't blame the bird just show us what's on that piece of cloth she's got there" He pointed at me, I took the cloth out of my pocket and was about to open in when that blasted monkey popped out of no where screeched in Jack's face, he screeched back and stole the cloth right from my hands.

Jack aimed his pistol but it didn't go off so he handed it to me and nicked Leech's pistol and fired. The monkey was blasted back and dropped the cloth. Nothing happened to the monkey seeing as it was still undead.

"Know that don't do no good" Gibbs said.

"Does me" Jack said, and I chuckled, knowing that Jack hated the monkey just as much as I did. Stupid Hector, who brings a monkey out to sea with them. Who has a monkey anyway?

Marty picked up the cloth, and opened it.

"It's a key" He said, Jack went over and snatched the cloth away from him.

"No. Much better, it is a drawing of a key" He held up the cloth to show everyone. "Gentlemen, what do key's do?" Jack asked, when he didn't get any response.

After a long moment's silence in which I was wondering when the world had all become idiots Leech spoke up.

"Keys... unlock... things" He said, uncertainly.

"And whatever this key unlocks, inside there's something valuable. So were setting out to find whatever this key unlocks" Gibbs said.

"No! If we don't have the key, we can't open whatever it is we don't have that it unlocks. So what purpose would be served in finding whatever need be unlocked, which we don't have, without first having found the key what unlocks it?" Jack explained and I nodded my head finding the whole thing made perfect sense. I was a little confused as to why everyone else was confused. "So, we're going after this key?" Gibbs said. "Your not making any sense at all" I told him, his happy expression dropped. "Any more questions?" Jack asked. "So do we have a heading?" Marty asked, Jack whipped out his compass and handed it to me. "Set sail in a general..." I looked towards where the compass was pointing to see my bottle of rum, that I had foolishly abandoned earlier. "Err, never mind" I gave Jack back his compass and took a swig from my bottle. Jack sighed and opened it for himself. "Set sail in a general" His finger moved around and pointed at me once or twice before Jack decided which was to go. "That way direction" He pointed in a random direction. "Captain?" Gibbs asked. "Come on, snap to and make sail, you know the drill, come on, quick!" Jack headed below deck and I followed him into his cabin. He sat down at his desk, surrounded by maps and started plotting our course. I lay on the bed humming to myself, Gibb's song was stuck in my head. After a couple of hours, of drinking rum Jack got up. "Why is the rum always gone?" He asked, I got up as well and we both staggered to stay upright. "I think I know why" I said. "Are you coming love?" He asked me. "Sure" We walked past the crew, all of them were asleep and some were snoring. "As you were gents" Jack said, as he walked down the stairs and to the hold, I took the key's that I may or may not have stolen from Jack and opened the door. "Ah" Jack said, when he spotted some bottles. I pulled a bottle out of the rack and undid it, something didn't seem right as it didn't make the same noise as my beloved rum, lots of sand came out of it, and I pouted. "Time's run out" A voice said, and I dropped the bottle out of fright, it broke as it made contact with the floor. I pushed Jack in front of me as we went to investigate the voice. "Bootstrap. Bill Turner" Jack said. And I peeked over his shoulder to see our old friend soaking wet and covered in random sea creatures. "You look good Jack, Becca" He said, water dribbling out of his mouth as he did so. "Is this a dream?" Jack asked. "No" Bootstrap replied. "If this was a dream, we would have rum" I pointed out, immediately Bootstrap offered me a bottle, which I took. Rum is rum and rum is good. It took a little help from Jack to get the bottle out of Bootstrap's hands. "You got the Pearl back I see" He said. "We had a little help retrieving the Pearl, by the way" Jack said, as I wiped some of the stuff off the top of the bottle, before taking a swig and offering it to Jack. "Your son" I said. "William? He ended up a pirate after all"

"And to what do we owe the pleasure of your carbuncle?" Jack asked.

"He sent me" I raised an eyebrow, he was going to have to be a little more specific then that.

"Who?" I asked.

"Davy Jones" A shiver went up my spine at the name and I took another swig of rum, which I snatched out of Jack's hands.

"Ah. So it is you then" Jack sat down on a barrel and I sat on his lap. "He shanghaied you into service, eh?"

"I chose it I'm sorry for the part I played in the mutiny against you, Jack, Becca. I stood up for you both. Everything went wrong after that" A small hermit crab crawled over the barrel and Bootstrap slammed his hand over it and ate it.

I pulled a disgusted face and turned away, taking another swig of rum.

"They strapped me to a cannon. I ended up on the bottom of the ocean, weight of the water crushing down on me, unable to move, unable to die. And I thought that even the tiniest hope of escaping this fate, I would take it. I would trade anything for it" I handed the bottle back to Bootstrap.

"It's funny what people will do to for stall their final judgement-" Jack and I started to walk off but Bootstrap quickly got in front of us.

"You both made a deal with him. He raised the Pearl from the depths for you. Thirteen years you've been Captain"

"Technic-" Jack started.

"Jack! Won't be able to talk yourself out of this. The terms that applied to me, will apply to you as well. One soul bound to crew a hundred years upon a ship"

"Yes but the Flying Dutchmen already has a Captain, so there re-" He was once again interrupted by Bootstrap.

"Well then it's the locker for you both! Jones' terrible leviathan will find you, and drag the Pearl back to the depths and you both along with it"

"Any idea when Jones might release said terrible beastie?" I asked, leaning forward as Bootstrap had been leaning forward as he spoke forcing both me and Jack to lean backwards.

"I already told you. The time is up" Bootstrap grabbed both of our hands in his own. "He comes now, drawn with ravenous hunger, to the one what bears... the black spot"

I looked at my hand where a black spot became visible, I saw Jack had one as well, and when I looked up Bootstrap was gone.

We looked at each other and panicked. Running up the stairs Jack shouted commands, waking everyone up.

"On deck all hands! Make fast the bunt gasket! On deck! Scurry! Scurry, I want movement" We hid behind the mast.

"All on deck! Run! And keep running! Run as if the devil himself and itself is upon us!" All of a sudden Gibbs came around the mast.

"Do we have a heading?" He asked, making me scream.

"Ah! Ooh! Run! Land" Jack said, using me as a human shield, until I whacked him over the head and used him as my own shield. He then pushed me back in front of him and this pattern continued until Gibbs came back from the other side of the mast.

"Ah" I squeaked.

"Which port?" He asked.

"Didn't say port. I said land. Any land" Jack said, once again hiding behind me. I was about to hit him but the damn monkey dropped down and nicked Jack's hat.

"Argh" We both screamed. The monkey snarled at Jack, and he did the same back. The monkey then threw the hat overboard.

"Jack's hat! Bring her about" Gibbs shouted.

"No! No, leave it. Run" We ran off to hide under some stairs.

"Jack? Becca?" Gibb's asked.

"Shhh!" I said, hiding behind Jack once again.

"For the love of mother and child, Becca, what's coming after us?"

I paused. "Nothing" I dragged Jack back behind the mast where we stayed until we came upon land.