Chapter 2:

Blake was sitting on the bow sprit, looking out over the ocean before them, clean sailing waters and brilliant sunshine above them. The wind was pulling at her hair and blowing it past her neck and she enjoyed the slight chill it brought.

Naturally Jack had not listened to her and he was sailing about emptily trying to find the key that would unlock the chest and reveal the heart of Davy Jones.

Davy Jones… the monster of the sea. He was the captain of the Flying Dutchman, a ghost ship. Once given the job of collecting all the poor souls who died at sea and ferrying them to the afterlife, it now sailed the seas, reining terror and spreading fear for all those who heard its name. Though it did collect the souls of the dead, it collected them for servitude, forcing them to serve a hundred years aboard the Flying Dutchman. By the end of such a sentence, the cursed members generally became a part of the ship, and therefore, were forced to stay on the ship forever. Those who bid their souls and served, were never set free.

Blake hated the name, hated the reminder. But she also hated that Jack was now on that list. In order to free Jack, they needed the heart, and to get the heart, they needed the key. Those aboard the Dutchman knew where the key was, or at least what it looked like, Blake knew what it looked like. But that didn't mean it was where it was when she did last see it… and it didn't help Jack either.

Blake sighed. She rose her thumb to her mouth, biting at the nail. Collecting information on the key, wasn't hard, and yet at the same time, it was increasingly difficult… Someone old had to be found and someone knowledgeable, someone who had dealt with pirates, easy to find, but wasn't bound to the Dutchman, and of course, willing to give up the information. A very rare combination.

And yet…

Blake stood up, jumping from her place and moving across the deck, her boots thumping against the wood as she moved down from the bow and towards the main deck. People were scattering and scuttling around her on the deck, cleaning, tying topes wiping down cannons. Gibbs was firing orders at everyone but the wind was calm, the sea was quiet and there was little to do at this very moment.

Blake moved past them all, receiving nods, smiles and many admiring her as she walked past. She was used to the stares of course, it came with being who she was. Jack had only gotten the first several members of this crew because they'd all wanted to meet her after all.

On the left hand side beneath the stern and the helm was the captain's cabin, and she moved towards it. She knocked as she walked in and Jack looked up from his cabin.

"You know this is my cabin, you can't just barge in." He snapped at her.

She rolled her eyes and moved towards him, the doors closing behind her. "We both know you're not going deny me entry." She smirked.

He watched her, slightly annoyed that her statement was true, and with a suspicious look on his face. She moved around his desk, trialing her fingers on the wood and sat on the arm of his chair beside him, looking down at his maps. He had tracked several headings across it, his mysterious compass sitting beside him and constantly giving him different directions. The Pearl however had not gone across any of these courses.

"What is wrong with you?" She asked. His forehead furrowed as he had been watching her.

"You're going to have to be more specific."

She cast him a glance. "You've been tracking all these directions and yet, we haven't gone along any?" She said trailing her finger along one.

"I haven't decided which is best." He said simply.

"Where do they all lead?"

Jack was silent and she watched him waiting, but it became clear he wasn't going to answer.

"You have no idea do you." She said simply. It wasn't a question.

"Of course I do."

"No you don't." She said and she glanced back at the papers. "You're just running currently." He turned to her.

"Well if you'd just tell me where the chest was it wouldn't be an issue."

"I told you, you need the key."

"But if I have the heart on board, he can't sink it."

"And how are you going to tell him you have the heart when he's god knows where in the ocean and has sent his beastie on ahead?" Blake asked.

Jack opened his mouth to argue back before he paused again. He didn't have an answer. He glanced up at Blake a few times.

"Okay, fair point." He said.

"So find the key." She shrugged.

"You're the one who told me we don't know what it looks like, and how can we find it if we don't know what we're looking for?"

"So find information on it." She shrugged and he turned to her. She smirked at him.

Jack's expression lightened. "You know how to find it." He realised.

"I may have thought of something."

"What happened to dealing with the Navy first?" Jack questioned, though happy she was on his side now.

"That's why you might not be happy about my plan." She admitted.

Jack turned to look at her. "What is it?" He asked carefully.

"I'm going to have to board a Navy Ship." She said.

"That doesn't sound so bad." Jack shrugged, "You've gotten off how many of those?"

"By sinking them." Blake nodded. "The more ships I sink though Jack, the more someone recognises the patterns and the more likely someone will find me, likely someone from the Navy who I do not want to know my location."

"You always seem to be running from someone." Jack grinned.

"Do you want me to get you this information or not?" She questioned, looking at him knowingly.

"What will it require?"

"It wont be easy." She warned.

"That's the best kind of adventure." He grinned. "Now, what's the catch?"

"I know what I need, but I need the information on an exact location, for that, I'm going to have to dive through some paper work." She admitted.

Jack looked unsure for a moment. "So?"

"First," she said pointedly, "You can't send anyone else onto a Navy ship, they'll be arrested, hung, drawn and quartered before you can find the information they found, and that's if they can even do such a thing." Blake reasoned. "I'm going to have to do it, I know what I'm looking for and I can't die."

"You saying you can't be captured, unlike everyone else?" Jack smirked at her confidence.

"No, I've been captured many times, but I'd prefer it if I had you to come and get me if things went sour."

"I suppose I could save you if I feel like it." He smirked with pride.

"You will if you want that key and therefore that chest." Blake said simply. "The other thing is that I need to be on a high ranking ship." She confessed. "One that'll have the documents I'm looking for."

Jack was silent for a moment and she waited for him to process what she had said.

"You want to sneak onto, not just a Royal Navy Ship, but one of high standing and risk them seeing me or/and my ship?" He questioned.

"Not just any ship." Blake sighed. "Navy ships are hard to come by especially ones with the information I need. Luckily, we have one tailing us. It's going to have to be the Dauntless."

Jack stared at her. He stared at her for a long time, a look of stubbornness on his face as he was not at all on board with such a plan. She sighed at him rolling her eyes at his worries. There was no other way.

"Do you want the chest or not?" She demanded.

"There's no other way?" He muttered, hopefully.

"You're trying to get out of a deal with a heartless immortal and you're more scared of the Navy?" She said blankly.

"I am not scared of the Navy." Jack argued stubbornly.

"You're certainly acting like you are." She smirked slyly.

"Captain Jack Sparrow is not scared."

"Captain Jack Sparrow runs from everything." Blake muttered.

"Do not."

"Do so." Blake smiled, leaning down towards him. "This time, in order to survive, you're going to have to take a risk, so, do you want me to sneak onto the Dauntless and find you information on your key, or not?" She asked softly.

He looked at her as her long hair cascaded over her shoulders. "You're sure this'll led us to the key?" He asked.

"I'm sure it'll get us somewhere." She confessed. "We need to talk to someone who can show and/or tell us of the key but I don't know where to find them. So, the best place to start is with records. I know what to look for and unfortunately, pirates don't keep records. The Navy however does. It'll at least get rid of one lot of people to search, because the person I'm looking for will definitely be a sailor." She explained. "And they can lead us to the key."

"Sounds like a lot of steps." Jack muttered .

"You got a better idea?" She asked, sitting back up and crossing her arms.

Jack looked at her, watching her unsurely. "I'm surprised you have to talk to anyone at all, given everything else you seem to be aware of." He confessed, his eyes narrowed slightly.

"Jack, despite saying that I know things from being alive so long, some things you can't keep track of."

"So you knew where it was once?" Jack said with a smug look.

"Possibly." She shrugged, not admitting or denying such a fact.

"Which brings me to something I can't quite put my finger on," Jack said as stood up from his seat. Blake sighed as he brushed his fingers through her hair teasingly. "How is it, that you have found, what all sorts of sailors have been looking for, for decades, but you can't find a simple key?"

"I had more time to find the chest, but I don't need the key cause I have no need for the heart." She shrugged innocently.

"That seems hard to believe, if so, why find the heart in the first place? Perhaps you always knew where the heart was and you're lying about the key." Jack grinned.

"And I'd know that how?"

"Old friend perhaps?"

Blake rose an eyebrow at the Captain before she stood up, closing the proximity between them. "That's your theory?" She asked.

"Well he must've done something much worse than Barbossa ever did, for it hit you hard." Jack grinned.

"Why would you think that?"

"I've seen the look that crosses your face when he's mentioned, Davy Jones." Jack grinned as he stood before her. "You look as dark as if someone you cared for betrayed you."

"Or as if we're talking about someone I hate."

"You hated Barbossa and never looked that angry." Jack smiled.

"Different situations take different reactions." Blake said simply.

"So what situation were you in with Jones?" Jack grinned. He was enjoying this conversation a little too much and Blake looked at him with irritation, as he was inching toward a truth she didn't want spilled.

"I'd rather not talk about it." She whispered.

"Old wounds?"

"Large ones." She nodded.

"So you do know Davy Jones." Jack smirked.

"Everyone knows him."

"Love, we're not just talking about a rumour." Jack said confidently. "Did you make a deal with him?"

"No." Blake said, releasing a breath, "But," she began and he was grinning at her in anticipation. "If you really must know. Jones has been hunting me all the same." She added.

"Why?" Jack asked suspiciously.

"He's unhappy with me." She said looking irritated.

"So there is something much more personal between you and Jones?" He grinned and she gave him a look. She noticed the innuendo behind his words and chose to ignore it. She didn't need to think about that. "So close perhaps that you were with him when he put his heart in the chest and locked it away." Jack smiled, "Or did you steal it and that's why he's after you?"

"I didn't steal it." Blake rolled her eyes.

"But you still know where it is." Jack said happily. She tilted her head and gave him a deadpanned look. Jack however lost his smile for a moment. "Is it buried on land?" He asked as an after thought.

"You think he'd leave it on the Dutchman where his crew members could use it in a mutiny?" Blake asked plainly.

"Good point." Jack nodded before he grinned. "So you were there when he buried it."

"I didn't admit to that." She shrugged casually.

"But you did admit he was after you, why?" Jack asked as he looked her over. Jack's smile dropped and he looked slightly worried for a moment. "You weren't the love that caused him to rip his heart out were you?"

Blake pulled a repulsed face and started shaking her head, she took a step back from him. "Never. Never say that again to me." She said, closing her eyes as if pretending the words had not been said. "Gross." She muttered as she shook her head again and took a breath. "I can never un-see that…"

"This is rather traumatic for you." Jack muttered as he watched her.

"Two guesses why." She muttered, more to herself,

"If you weren't the reason he cut it out, why did he show you where he buried it?" Jack questioned.

"If he did cut it out because of me, why would he show me at all?" Blake asked with a sigh. Jack frowned unsurely.

"Still doesn't explain why you know where it is." He admitted.

Blake pursed her lips and glanced to the side before she looked back at him. "I'm the one who buried the chest in the first place."

Jack leaned back looking at her surprised. "He gave you his heart?"

"Yes." She nodded.

"Why?"

"Davy Jones can only step on land once every ten years, and he needed his day for the first Brethren Court. He couldn't step on land again to bury his heart and so I had to do it for him." She explained.

Jack still had the same suspicious, surprised look on his face. "Why would he trust you like that?"

"Hardly, he had several of his crew members accompany me." She grumbled, "Make sure I didn't run off with the heart or run off in general."

"Why would he care about that?" Jack asked.

"Because he wanted me as leverage." Blake said looking unhappy, "After using me he wanted to keep me prisoner on his damn ship. Tried to bind me to it despite me not making a deal."

"He used you?" Jack said slightly intrigued.

"He was stupid and acted rashly!" She hissed and Jack took a step back as she advanced on him, her eyes dark like thunderclouds. "He hurt her! And then snatched me!"

"Hurt who?" Jack asked cautiously

"Calypso." She hissed. "He was selfish and narrow-minded and ignored the type of being she was, and punished her for it! And he used me to do it!"

Jack was staring at her unsurely, confused by what she was angry about. "I'm a bit lost." He muttered, smiling ever so slightly. "You're telling me, Davy Jones, trapped the Sea goddess?"

"And used me to do it!" She repeated with nod, clenching her jaw as she threw her hands up in her frustration. "And then, to punish her more, he tried to keep me aboard his ship, stop her from seeing me. He betrayed her! And then he took all his unhappiness out on me! As if I was to blame for his rashness."

"I didn't know Jones had such emotions…"

She turned to him. "He doesn't anymore, that's what happens when you remove your heart." She said before she took a breath and walked around Jack. "He doesn't care about anything anymore. He never did." She muttered.

Jack watched her, an eyebrow raised in curiosity. "This is a lot more personal than I thought…" he confessed.

"You have no idea." She whispered.

"However… I have not heard of any betrayal in there toward you, he used you, how'd he betray you…?" He muttered.

"Who said anything about betrayal?" Blake grumbled.

"I did." He smiled slightly and she turned so he could see her raised eyebrow. "I'm surprised you can sail on the seas if Jones is after you." He admitted thinking, his forehead furrowed.

"I told you Jack, I'm not scared of the kraken." Blake said, turning to look at the dark seas outside the window. "That beast can't touch me. And don't think he hasn't tried." She whispered.

"Jones sent his beastie after you?"

"And yet I'm still here." She said before sighing. "It was one of his extreme measures to recapture me."

"Are you sure you didn't make a deal with him."

"No, I didn't."

"Then why does he want you?" Jack asked.

Blake grit her teeth before she turned to Jack with a defeated look, irritation and sadness blended into her expression.

"I'm his daughter."