Second Life-Special Episode

Author's note: Sorry, I had to delete the new story "Second Being" because it's not working out as I wanted when I posted it, so I'm re-posting a brand new story, while Second Being is still in mind-development. This is a, let's just say, a movie-feature length special episode of the "Second" series.

To those who had read both "Second Chance" and it's sequel "Second Life", welcome back.

To those who are new, before reading this to avoid spoilers, please go read Second Chance and then Second Life first. Also, it is a midquel set after Second Chance, and a sequel to Second Life, before my version of KH3.

Alrighty, let's begin. I do not own Kingdom Hearts or Final Fantasy. Both rights belong to Square Enix.


Prologue: More Than Bargained For.

During the events of Second Life(One week after the Remnants' attack in Radiant Garden)...

The world known as Port Royal(Or the Caribbean, as some would call it), had problems before, and a year ago, not only cursed pirates attacked the town of Port Royal itself, but monsterous beings known as Heartless, and Nobodies appeared, siding with said cursed Pirates. Thankfully, a mortal Pirate, along with a blacksmith and a governer's daughter, aided by a boy with a strange key-like weapon, and two other companions, they saved Port Royal and defeated the enemies, and also sinking the cursed gold of Cortez forever into Davy Jones' Locker.

But long before that, the Locker itself had it's own ruler who was ruler of the seas of this world, and if one was not careful, he could also dominate the oceans of other worlds as well, for the Locker was a place close to other Realms none other wished to go to.

Having just bursted out of the water unexpectedly as one would never have seen before, a mighty huge ship surfaced from underneath the sea and now sailed on it. The age old ship, fish, seaweed and fungus growing on the wood, as if it had been sunk eons ago, but just recently resurfaced, was no ordinary ship. Those who believed in this ship, and would see it surface, would stand frozen stiff in fear and awe, for they would mutter the name of it.

The ship was not the only one that had a sea-floor-world transformation. It's crew, once men, now, hundreds of years, had slowly lost their humanity and year by year, day by day, would transform into much worse than a person losing their heart and become a heartless, worse than creating a nobody with no heart. These pirates are muten sea monsters of sea life from the waters.

But the most monsterous of all, was their Captain, who long ago cut out his own heart and placed it inside a chest, but not enough to cause him to due, or even, by either miracle, or just sheer luck, transform into a heartless and create his own nobody, but his current transformation wasn't much better. In legend, he was one of the most feared Pirates of the seas, and many heard many stories about him, having terrorized many, but only a few knew about the truths of what happened to him.

He is known as Davy Jones, the Captain of the Flying Dutchmen. A dealer of souls, a cursed man who is more cruel than most, and doesn't really keep his end of the bargain, once those who board his ship and were paying their blood dept to him, despite the only and only, 100 years, what's the point if you're transforming into these guys and lose your mind to serving this ship for all eternity? Especially since Davy Jones can only make port once every ten years.

Right now, the captain himself will only draw or drown himself into the darkness faster than expected, as of this moment, he was speaking with a youth in silver hair and a black coat, just after he sent one of his crew members a task to retrieve their next new crew member who's time was at last up.

"...And what makes you think I will join you, lad?" Davy Jones differentiated. He did not say that he could not serve others, unless one had his heart within the iron chest he locked it in years ago.

The young youth, who is Xehanort from the past, remained unfazed by the pirate's dementour, and said evenly, "You were there, Captain. In the times of the first Keyblade War, guiding those who fell into darkness into the Locker or the Underworld, did you not?"

"And if I did? I have no memory of such war, nor of Keyblades."

"For your memory was stripped clean of the war, I see. Yet, you gather crew members of those who would pay in blood to serve you after they bargained with you. However, this time, you might not be so lucky."

Davy Jones gave Young-Xehanort a skeptical look on what in the seven seas was the latter talking about. Sure he doesn't get a crew member of those who pay his dept all the time, for some of them are payed to be eaten alive by the Kracken. There was no other day for them to escape his dept.

Except this time.

"The Keyblade inheritence ceremony." Young-Xehanort simply continued. "A Keyblade wielder choose their successors by having them touch the Keyblade while holding it, allowing it's power to flow into the new wielder's body. One Keyblade wielder unwittingly had done so to one of your future crew members, and unless you kill him or board him aboard the Dutchmen soon, the Keyblade's power will react, freeing him from your curse and become a new Keyblade wielder."

"Who?" Davy Jones was still confused, for he had made many for the past thirteen years.

The answer he rechieved filled him in shock.

"Jack Sparrow."


Meanwhile, aboard the Black Pearl, having recuited a large crew of pirates, and a first mate he actually trusted back in his younger days, a year after dropping Will Turner and his girlfriend, Elizabeth Swann, meeting Sora, a fifteen year old boy who had the power to wield a powerful weapon called the Keyblade, which he wanted for himself, more reasons than just being greedy, learning about other worlds, the existance of Heartless, Nobodies and Organization XIII, Captain Jack Sparrow was in the cabin courters, studying the map on the location of his latest adventure.

So far, he hasn't had much luck. Feeling thirsty, and the cravings for rum, Jack went to pick up the bottle and drink again, only to discover that the bottle was empty, with tiny droplets landing on the table in front of him.

He stared at it for a moment, before asking himself irritably, "Why is the rum always gone?" before standing up, only to wobble and lose his balance a little, before straightening himself, and as if it was obvious, which really was, answered his own question, for he was drunk, as usual. "Oh. That's why."

Hoping to find more in the storage deck below the ship, Jack passed the sleeping/cannon courters where his crew slept in hammocks, some peacefully snoring away, their minds and spirits far into the Realm of Sleep, which neither pirate knew of it's existance.

Arriving in the larders-also known as the rum cellers-Jack wasted no time in walking through the door. But as he searched, with a lantern in his hand to give him light to see in the darkness of the hold, something caught his attention to his left. In weirded confusion, he made a face as a strange sea growth somehow grew in the racks of the rum bottles, which were now nearly empty.

Deciding to ignore the disgusting whatever it was, he turned his attention back to his search, and perked up happily as he spotted a bottle of the deliciously, skyward heavenly liquid. But when Jack pulled out the bottle, he was dumbfounded as he accidently tipped it upside down, and instead of the rum he expected, sand poured out.

As he was mystified on the meaning of this, a sudden voice from within the darkness spoke, issuing from nowhere, "Time's run out, Jack."

Startled in fright of the voice that spoke his name, Jack dropped the bottle which shattered into pieces of broken glass, before lifting the lantern to his face, before cautionly edged closer to the owner of the voice, one that he hasn't heard in eleven years. It belonged to an dear old friend who disagreed with the munity that befelled onto him, and died as a result.

Though it sounded distorted and aged, which was no surprise if one was still alive, but Jack was certain that the owner had died, so they shouldn't sound like this. Against the far wall corner near the barrels and crates, sat a man, skin pasty and pale like a ghost, with sea life strangely growing on the body.

At this glance and staring hard, Jack instantly recongised him. "Bootstrap?" he whispered in surprise, too stunned to say anything else. "Bill Turner?"

Indeed, the man, known as Bootstrap Bill Turner, or, in reality, known as William Bill Turner, the father of Will Turner II, gazed up at Jack, and smiled in sadness, with seawater gusting out of his mouth as he spoke, "You look good, Jack."

For the first time in his life, Jack Sparrow could not think of anything to say, as he just stared at his old deceased friend who had apparently come back to life, tilting his head slightly, unable to believe what was going on, his mouth gapped open in shock. Bootstrap frowned in confusion at Jack's shocked confusion, not understand what was wrong.

Finally straightening up, Jack asked with a furrowed brow, "Is this a dream?" for he hoped that it was. Last time he had a dream like this, if it was a dream, was about two weeks after he briefly held Sora's Keyblade before it rematerlized into Sora's hand, that Jack had witnessed a very strange dream of a giant glass platform, that was so bizzure, but when he had awoken, he had immediately dismissed it as a simple but terrifying dream.

Bootstrap gazed around, before answering in an almost confused manner, "No."

"I thought not." Jack shrugged, a bit disappointed, before sitting down on a barrel next to his friend. "If it were, it would've been a bit more normal than the one I had a year ago." he added.

"What?"

"Nothin'." Jack quickly said,

Deciding the change the subject as he said looking around, "You got the Pearl back, I see."

Smiling that this was at least one conversation he can talk about that makes him comfortable, Jack replied the unasked question, "I had some help retrieving it, by the way. A lad who now distrusts pirates with two companions...and your son."

"William?" Bootstrap asked, life showing in his eyes, before frowning in sadness, "He ended up a pirate after all."

"Except that he has your honest streak." Jack pointed out, before questioning, "So what brings you here?"

"He sent me." Bootstrap said, and when he noticed Jack's confused frown, he added in a tone of haunting whisper, "Davy Jones."

Still confused at first, Jack then understood with a nod. "Oh. Well, it's funny what a man will do to forestall his final judgment."

Suddenly Bootstrap glared at him with cold, warning eyes, leaning quickly and closer to the now rather stunned Jack, warning him, "You made a deal with him just as I have, Jack. He raised the Pearl from the depths for you. Thirteen years you've been her captain."

"Actually-" Jack tried to explain, but was cut off before he could explain the subject of the mutiny that would allow him to escape.

"You can't talk yourself out of it." Bootstrap continued, having known Jack's cleverness as long as he had man the man himself. "The terms that apply to me apply to you as well. One soul, bound to crew a hundred years upon his ship. Either that, or it's the Locker for you; Jones' terrible leviathan will find you, and drag the Pearl back to the depths and you along with it."

The realization of the path he had chosen, one that he told no one about, for the first time, Jack was horrified, and was grow more so as Bootstrap continued talking to him at this, and he failed to hide the look of fear. "Any idea when Jones might release said terrible beastie?" he asked, his voice slightly shaking in nervousness.

Bootstrap stared at him momentarily, before shaking his head and said, "I've already told you, Jack. Your time is up. He comes now." before opening Jack's left hand and slapped his fingers onto the palm, before closing it, as if he gave the normal pirate something, before turning his back to him and walked away, but not without a final word.

"It comes now, drawn with ravenous hunger to the man what bears the Black Spot." and with that, he vanished into the wall.

As Jack watched him go, he held up his palm, and slowly opened it, just as an ugly black spot formed and implanted itself. He stared at it, horrified beyond belief, unblinking, as the sheer fear threatened to devour his very heart which stopped for a few seconds, before closing the fist again. For a moment, he was undecided and afraid. Seconds later, he bolted out of the room, lantern and rum clearly forgotten.

"On deck, all hands! C'mon, move it! Move it!" Jack shouted his orders to the crew as he ran back up the flights of stairs, which his shouts of order, panic growing stronger and stronger, while the crew themselves were startled away, but none the less, followed his command and went about their orders.

"Run 'em! Run! Keep running!" Jack was screaming, as he quickly making a hand-made bandage to cover the black spot so that no one would see it. "Run as if the devil himself and itself were upon us!"

Mr. Gibbs, who was one of Jack's oldest friends from the past and recently picked up after the curse Pirate(and Organization XIII) crisis were lifted, asked in sheer confusion and complete loss on what was going on, "We have our heading?"

Jack cried out in fright, before panickly answering, "Run! Land!" before hiding behind the mast, before letting out a frightened squeak when Gibbs found him again.

"Which port?"

"Didn't say port!" Jack cried out, "I said land! Any land!" but due to how terrified he was, his words were in a tangle, before the monkey that once belonged to the late Barbossa swinged over and snatched Jack's hat, before tossing it overboard.

Gibbs and the other crew members noticed this, before yelling out to the crew in hopes to catch it, as the hat was another one of Jack's beloved importance in his life. "Jack's hat! Bring 'er about!"

"No no! Leave it!" Jack ordered. The crew stood frozen at this, and stared at him in disbelief, unable to regesiter if they heard right. However, he wasn't thinking straight and simply repeated, "Run!" before running off.

Uncertain for a moment, Gibbs then shouted to the crew to return to their duties, before creeping over to find Jack hiding behind the stairway, utterly terrified.

"Jack?" Gibbs asked.

"Shh." Jack shushed, staying absolutely still and had his eyes dart from left to right, from up to down, as if a Heartless were about to appear and devour his heart, sending his body, soul and mind into the darkness. At this moment, Jack was afraid of that as well, for he heard the warnings from Sora that if one were drawn too deep into greed, hate and anger, they would sink into the darkness, lose their heart and become a Heartless, and creating a Nobody. Despite being a pirate, Jack had been very careful in those emotions since a year ago.

Then again, fear was also part of the problem, and of this moment, not only was Jack a target for Davy Jones, but if the Heartless returned, since they were not seen for a year, he was also a target in having his heart swallowed up.

But he never told anyone about this, because 1), it was to keep the World Order(even if he didn't know about this) and 2), well, no one would really believe him anyway.

"For the love of mother and child, Jack! What's comin' after us?" Gibbs asked, having gone to whisper at him, and obviously having enough of Jack's silently and flightly mood.

"Nothin'." Said Jack, though it was very unconvincing.

Little did he know, that he was also bestowed a blessing that would save him from such a fate, and would soon become part of a destiny that was also life risking...one that Sora inadventertly casted upon.


Back on the Flying Dutchmen...

"So you mean to tell that this Keyblade will remove the black spot from Jack Sparrow and free him from his dept!?" Davy Jones asked, outraged from what he just heard.

Young Xehanort continued, "And he would also become a wielder of the Keyblade, if he continues to set his heart to do the right thing most pirates won't."

"Blast that boy with the Keyblade!" The pirate growled.

"Ah, but neither Sora or Jack know of this." The youth continued, smirking now. "And as long as neither know of this, Jack will be focusing on escaping his fate, and fear will no doubt be casted into his heart. As long as he does not know of this escape route, he will either die or serve you for all eternity."

Quickly understanding what the youth meant, and now realising that this may work to his advantage to prevent Jack Sparrow from gaining his very own Keyblade, Davy Jones smiled an evil smile.

And so, despite the demise of Master Xehanort, Chaos has escaped, and now Davy Jones, while unaware of this, continues to hunt for the mortal pirate of the Black Pearl.

But he wasn't the only one searching for Jack.


Caius Ballad, having arrived at the foot of the exit gate of the Unseen Realm, gazed up at the ocean in front of him, and at the horizon, saying to himself.

"Another wielder is soon to gain his Keyblade. One who must accept his fate of death."


A/N: Heh, talk about a long prologue, but hey, I think this is better than the previous one. Don't you think? It only occured to me that Sora had unwittingly preformed a small but possibly still plausible Keyblade Inheritence Ceremony and of all successors he chose...it was Jack Sparrow who, if Port Royal returns for KH3, he could be the second/third Disney character in Kingdom Hearts to become a Keyblade wielder.(Mickey being the second, and I suspect Yen Sid is the first before retiring.)

As I said, to those who read both "Second Chance" and "Second Life" welcome back. Please review before you leave.