A/N: Just to get this over with I shall say, I do not, nor have I ever owned anything having to do with Pirates of the Carribean.

Anyway, this is a story set directly after Dead Man's Chest and it talks about what comes of Jack after the Kraken's attack and the rest of his crew's journey along with Will and Elizabeth to try to save him before it's too late.

Pirates of the Caribbean:

The Edges of the Earth

The seas tossed the devastated ship like a cork afloat on the waves. Its black sails raged and tore in the wind and the pitch black water washed over its deck in gushing surges that peeled the dark wood slowly from the Black Pearl. Rain pounded on the craft like a giant, pummeling it. Lying in the midst of this chaos was a man. That man was Captain Jack Sparrow.

His head lolled against the rail of the deck and his eyes were closed, the black smudges around his eyes streaking his face. The current tried to toss him into the depths of the dark water, but his arm was wrapped firmly around the ship. His other hand was clenched tightly around his sword. Every once and a while, mild utterances of "bugger" or "beastie" would escape his lips.

A particularly large swell leaped over the ships edge and crashed down upon Jack. Rolling his neck disjointedly, Jack finally opened his eyes slowly. His pupils expanded to adjust to the darkness and the deep brown of his eyes were barely visible as he took in the situation around him quickly. His head turned as he looked around. The sea around him was deserted. The black water blurred at the horizon in every direction he looked. He stood with difficulty because of the rough current, and his legs shook slightly as he steadied himself.

He shut his eyes again, trying to recall the last memory that he had before he was landed here. Those lips. The shackles. That foul breath upon him. That was right; the Kraken had attacked him. As a dutiful captain he gone down with his ship, or so that was how the story would be told. He tasted bitterness in his mouth as he had tasted Elizabeth what seemed like so long ago.

Looking around once more, he tried to find where he had emerged from. He couldn't remember anything after those fangs had closed in on him except for blood; he wasn't sure if it was his or the Kraken's. Probably a little bit of both. His dirt covered fingers traced over himself, traveling over his chest to his arms to his face. Everything seemed intact. He couldn't understand what had happened.

As he tried to wrap his mind around it, the seas around him suddenly began to calm. The wind changed from its westward motion into and upward flow that seemed to emanate from the seas itself. Jack could feel that something was wrong and turned to peer over the side of his deck. That was when he saw them.

They rose out of the water slowly, and their presence even made the formidable Jack Sparrow take a few steps back. They stepped onto the deck of The Pearl, the dark waters of the sea clinging to their skin as if it seemed reluctant to release them onto the ship. As the waters subsided around them, Jack had the chance to study their appearance while still slowly retreating.

The ragged dresses that hung unflatteringly on their frames led him to the deduction that they were female. Their hair was limp and interwoven with decaying seaweed. Luminescent green eyes stared coldly out a Jack and their skin bore deep green and blue marks where the water had just clung to them that looked like bruises. Standing in the head of the group was one of the creatures that looked as if she was about to speak.

She strode toward him and Jack resisted the urge to shrink back under her strong presence. She was nearly a head taller than him, and he looked up at her, a sternness in his face. Her mouth opened, and he could smell the salt and of the ocean on her breath. She spoke slowly and deliberately, "Jack Sparrow. We were wondering if we'd ever see you here."

Jack leaned forward and then back again, slightly thrown off that she knew his name, "And where exactly would that be?"

"You don't know? You're at the edge of the earth Jack. Look into the water."

He crossed the deck of The Pearl, careful to skirt around the rest of the creatures whose eyes were upon him, and peered over the edge of the ship. The seas had thinned and become paler when they had settled down and he could now see down into them. Looking up at him was a terrifying sight. Thousands of faces stared up at him from the mass of the water, horror showing on them. A knot began to grow in his chest.

A man near the surface reached up toward Jack, mouthing something, his face contorted in pain. As he reached for Jack's helped, a creature like the ones on the deck swooped though the water toward him, dragged him back down into the depths of the dark ocean. Jack pulled back from the rail, the knot in his chest growing larger. He turned to the creature and said, "Oh."

She turned to Jack, her eyes now angry, "Jack, we don't know why your ship is intact, but trust us; you will join the rest of those souls into the depths. The Pearl can't hold up forever."

With that, she turned and glided back toward the sea. The other creatures that were with her followed, their gazes leaving Jack with a chill creeping under his black coat. As tendrils of water reached up to take the creatures back to the sea. Jack's gaze followed them over the side of the water as the wind began to whip around him again. He knew the rain would start again soon. Looking over the water, Jack felt a tugging in his heart. The sea had always meant freedom to him…now he was its prisoner.

Reviews would be appreciated. The next chapter will be about his crew.