I know! It has been a long time coming! But I have finally finished the second instalment to my Silver Lining series.

I'm sorry it took so long, I got stuck at the end of chapter 18. I'm also not sure about Chapters 19-23, I feel like they're missing something, so feel free to let me know what you think as well.

I hope you enjoy this book.

And just as a heads up, Book 3, will not be up for a while, I have a lot to do in the coming months and might not get much time to start it, let alone complete it. I promise I will do a third, fourth and fifth book however to go with all the movies, in the future, at some point.

Until then, enjoy!

Chapter 1:

The moon sat high in the dark sky, joined by the stars littering the inky blackness. The ocean reflected the darkness above it until it met the harbour of a port. Fires were lit across the piers, the yellow light flickering in the darkness and lighting up the wood.

People scurried over the piers, carrying loads back and forth, running up and down ramps toward the ships that were docked at the harbour. Many large trade ships were docked as well as smaller supply ships and fishing ships.

Amongst these large ships was one that almost blended in with the darkness. Its hull was black, along with the sails and cannons. The wood of the ship seemed stained with ash, giving it its constant black look. Crew members were walking up and down the ramp from the ship to the pier, many carrying boxes and crates onto the ship from the pier.

One man was standing watching everyone and directing people. He had a head of hair with greying sideburns, his beard and moustache shorter in length. He wore a blue vest and dirty white shirt as he shouted instructions and directions. He had a piece of paper in his hand and a line of people before him which he was interviewing. When he was done talking to one, they would either move onto the ship, beginning to help the other crew members, or would move off back down the pier and toward the port, looking rather dejected.

A girl walked amongst them all, moving down the pier with a bottle in her hand and weaving her way through the pirates. Many of them dipped their hats, saluted to her as she passed and she gave them all a nod of the head as she went.

Her hair was brown at the roots before lightening to gold and then a light blonde at the tips. Her breeches clung to the curves of her hips and legs and her boots rose to her knees. Her shirt was a deep blue, tucked into her breeches. There was a sash over her shoulder and a belt around her waist holding in two swords that hung at her waist. There was a pistol holster strapped to her thigh with a gun slung into it. A few chains draped over her hips from the belt as she had bracelets and leather around her wrists and a few rings decorated her fingers. There was a headband around her hair, across her forehead which held in most of her hair beneath it bar a few strands.

She walked toward the black ship, patting the First Mate on the shoulder as she went and then up the ramp to the deck of the ship. She looked around but the deck was rather empty as the crew were working. She moved for a set of double doors, opening them before crossing her arms and leaning on the frame of the door.

One person sat inside at a large table. It was covered in papers and he was bent over it all, a compass beside him, a jug of rum with him as he had his hands on his face, looking frustrated, and slightly worried.

"Something on your mind, Captain Sparrow?" She asked and he looked up to see her.

"Blake, darling." He grinned.

She pushed off the door frame and walked into the room, closing the double doors behind her.

He had a red headband around his head and forehead, holding in his dreads, half of which were tied back with the headband. A few beads laced into his hair as well as a long bone. His beard was braided in two, a few beads on the ends of it as well. He wore a white shirt, dark blue vest, both of which were in a very low V, exposing some of his chest. He wore the same coloured bleachers, a deep navy colour, as brown boots covered his feet. He had a ring on his right index finger and a pink sash around his waist, under his brown belt, holding in his pistol. On a stand by the door was a tricorn hat on top and a long leather coat draped with it.

Blake walked forward and stood on the other side of the table to the captain. He grinned up at her but Blake rose an eyebrow as she noticed the irritation behind the fake grin.

"Jack, your crew is in perfect bossing position and you're in here, brooding. Not only that, but you could be spending your time in a brothel and yet, again, you're hiding away? What's wrong?" She asked.

"None of those wenches would compare to you dearie." He smiled at her.

Blake rose an eyebrow, clearly not deterred or distracted by the compliment.

Jack looked at her, knowing she was still waiting for a response. He toyed with his tongue in contemplation, clearly pondering whether he wanted to open his mouth or not. Blake watched him, his resolve unsure, before she rose her hand and put the full bottle of rum within it on the table before the pirate.

Jack looked at it, his eyes moved from the bottle to Blake as she had a smug look on her face. Jack grinned before he went to grab the bottle. Blake, who still had a hand on the neck tilted it away from him, making him pause. He gazed up at her and she rose both her eyebrows expectantly. He reached further forward for the bottle but she tipped it away again.

Jack looked at her annoyed.

"Spill." She said.

Jack sighed, torn between opening his mouth and having more rum.

"I have a conundrum." he said

"Wow, that's a big word for you." She said looking impressed. He gave her a look and she grinned in an apologetic way. "What's your conundrum?" She prompted.

Jack sighed and looked at the maps before him before he gazed up at Blake. He looked calculating again.

"What do you know about Davy Jones?" He suddenly asked.

Blake's entire demeanour changed. Her smile vanished, her blue eyes darkened to look like grey thunderclouds and she stood herself up straight, releasing the bottle. Jack took the opportunity and snatched it before she could stop him, but Blake was glaring darkly down at Jack.

"Why?" She questioned. Jack looked up at her and a shiver went down his spine. She looked dark and mutinous. His glee at getting the rum bottle vanished and his eyes narrowed as he looked at her.

"What do you know about him?" he repeated, though now looking cautious.

"A bit." She responded. She took a breath and her furious state now turned suspicious.

"Like?" He asked. Jack got to his feet with the bottle and walked around the table toward her.

"You looking for anything particular?" She asked.

Jack stood beside her and she looked at him waiting. "The rumours…" he began, "Is it true?"

"Is what true?" She asked.

"Did he cut out his heart?" He asked.

Blake took a breath. "You're in here, contemplating about Jones' heart?"

Jack grinned, toying with the cork that blocked the neck of the rum bottle in his hand. He didn't respond as Blake looked at him pulling on the cork.

"Why?" She asked. She reached for the bottle and he went to move it out of her reach before she snatched it. He watched her remove the cork for him before handing it back.

He smiled at her. "Curiosity." He responded before taking a swig of the alcohol.

"Okay, what exactly about your curiosity do you want?"

"Do you know if it's true?" He asked, leaning closer to her.

"If he cut his heart out? Yes he did." She nodded before crossing her arms.

"Where is it?" Jack asked next.

Blake rose an eyebrow. "Why does that matter?" She questioned.

"I want to find it." He said. Blake appraised him, confused. Why would Jack want the heart of the Lord of the Sea? What benefit does that have?

"You know…" she said carefully, "They say that by possessing the heart of Davy Jones, you can command him to do whatever you want?"

Jack plastered a fake surprised look on his face, shaking his head slightly. "Really?" He asked.

"You are such a bad lier." Blake said and he now looked offended.

"I am not."

"Are too."

"Am not."

"Are too." They argued as she placed her hands on her hips. Jack smirked at her, his eyes racking downwards at the movement.

"Alright love, say that I am, and I do want it for that purpose." He said, taking a step forwards, his free hand moving to fiddle with the hem of her breeches. "Would that be a problem?"

"Maybe." She responded, ignoring his hand on her hip. "What could Jack Sparrow want from Davy Jones?" She wondered.

"Well if I can get him to do what I want, why wouldn't I want the heart?" He asked as if it was obvious.

"You don't want to incur the wrath of Davy Jones Jack, or do you want his 'pet' to be after you?" Blake asked with an amused look. Jack looked worried, his hand moved, hovering over her hip now. Blake looked at him as he turned his gaze away and plastered a smile on his face.

Blake's expression changed as she looked at him. She looked back at the maps before taking a step back to look over him properly.

"You're scared of it." She realised.

"Everyone's scared of it, love." He smiled at her.

"Not everyone." She responded.

"Well it might be different for the daughter of a goddess." Jack said, "Especially when she can't die."

"That's not why I'm not scared of it." Blake added. "That thing can swallow me and send me to the locker just like anyone else." Jack rose an eyebrow surprised. "I think." She added, earning a smirk from Jack before he looked back at her curiously.

"You can die?"

"I don't really see the locker as death, considering you can escape it." Blake admitted with a shrug. "But I'm not talking about being scared of it in general." She said, "You're scared of it coming after you." Blake looked at him as he rolled his lips and contemplated.

The kraken, Davy Jones' pet, did his bidding by collecting the debts owed to him. People made deals with the man, for all sorts of reasons, one of them being to escaped death. Those who didn't comply, were dragged to the locker by the kraken.

Blake's eyes widened as she understood.

"You made a deal with him." She whispered.

Jack stepped back and eyed her before he lowered his gaze.

"You made a deal with Jones?!" She asked again her voice rising. He gave her an annoyed look. "What did you ask for?" She questioned.

"You don't know?" He asked.

Blake sneered. "I don't make a point of talking to Davy Jones." She muttered.

"You know, you seem to hate him more than anyone I've ever met." Jack said. "In fact, I think you hate Jones more than you hated Barbossa." He smirked slightly.

"Barbossa can't compete." Blake confessed.

"So what did he do to you then?" Jack grinned.

"We're talking about you Jack, what did you ask Davy Jones for?" She demanded.

Jack leaned back from the girl and glanced around the cabin. Jack turned back to her and his expression was stubborn, but Blake noticed the look and she looked around as well.

Jack was surprised as she suddenly hit him.

"You idiot." She said and he looked at her through his narrowed eyes. "You asked for a ship? You sold your soul for a hunk of wood?"

Jack didn't answer, he looked around the cabin and moved from her side. Blake watched him before she sighed and shook her head.

"Alright fine." She muttered as Jack took a seat back behind his desk. "When's your sentence up?"

"He gave me thirteen years, it's almost over." Jack shrugged as if it didn't matter.

"And that's why you want Jones' heart." Blake nodded.

"Do you know where it is?" Jack asked.

"Why would I?" Blake asked, a cautious edge to her voice.

"Well after living how ever many lives you have, you'd think you'd have learnt a thing or two." Jack said matter-of-factly.

Blake rolled her eyes and turned to look out the window. Jack watched her, but she didn't say anything. His face began to grow into a grin as he got back up from his seat. He leaned o ver the desk towards her.

"You do know where it is." He said and she glanced at him. He moved around to stand beside her again. He placed his hands on her shoulders. "Where is it?"

"Even if I told you, it'd do nothing." She shrugged.

Jack looked disappointed, dropping his hands. "Why not?"

"Because Jack, you can get the heart, but it's locked away." She said turning to him. "You think Jones just left his heart lying around without protection? Especially if it controls him?"

Jack frowned. "I hadn't considered that…" He mumbled. Blake sighed, not surprised by this statement.

"You want Jones' heart, you first need to get into the chest." She said obviously.

"Sounds easy. We just need the key right?"

"Which key?" Blake shrugged and Jack contemplated for a while. "Where is the key?"

"You don't know?"

"Do I know where Jones hid the key to his heart?" She scoffed.

"Well I guess we'll just have to find it." Jack grinned and he moved to pick up his compass.

"Yeah, sure, let's hunt a tiny key across the seven seas, while we still have the navy on our asses." Blake said with a shrug. "Can we not deal with Norrington and the Dauntless first, please?" She said obviously. "Or did you forget they're still chasing us?"

"We don't exactly have time to waste here."

"Yeah we do."

"Jones is going to release his terrible beastie on me soon, the oceans wont be safe." Jack reminded her, an edge of hysterics to his voice.

Blake smirked and she leaned forward to lean on the table. "Jack," she said and he rose an eyebrow at her. "That 'beastie' as you call it, wont touch this ship, as long as I'm on it." She said.

Jack eyed her. "Why?"

"I'm the daughter of the sea Jack, you don't think I have some leverage when it comes to things that live in it?" She asked with a raised eyebrow.

Jack looked her over, as if unsure whether to believe her or not. But she winked at him as there was a knock on the door. The two turned before the First Mate entered.

"Gibbs." Blake smiled, one hand on a hip.

"Ships been reloaded captain." Joshamee Gibbs nodded to them both.

"Right then." Jack said and he got to his feet quickly before moving to the door, grabbing his hat and jacket before moving past Gibbs. Blake rolled her eyes and followed as Jack began shouting orders and Gibbs followed to repeat them.

"Weigh Anchor! Raise the ramp, get ready to make sail!" Jack smirked at Blake. "We have a mission to finish."

"We have the Dauntless to escape." She corrected.

"I haven't seen that ship around?" Jack said looking at the seas.

"Listen to the goddess' daughter Jack, it might save your life." Blake said simply.