Title: It's A Small World After All…
Author: Drey'auc475
PIRATES OF THE CARIBBEAN 2: DEAD MAN'S CHEST
Rating: T
Spoilers: COTBP and DMC
Genre: Action/Adventure/Romance
Setting: After Dead Man's Chest
Summary: Jack is in the service of Davy Jones, and once again surrounded by the Undead. He has to get Jones' Heart back, or loose everything he has… and has found once again.
A/N: I LOVE JOHNNY DEPP and I love Pirates, but I shall never own them (BOO HOO!)

-----A Waste of Time-----
Olivia closed the door to her spacious cabin softly behind her. She quickly surveyed the room.

Her large ornate bed was in the middle of the room, a chest at its end. To the side was a handsome closet, procured by Davy Jones himself. Next to this was a wash basin, a large jug and a screen behind which one could change.

On the other side of the bed was a grand piano, secured to the floor by barnacles, the only barnacles in the room. Save for those on Bootstrap, of course.

He stood near the wash basin, filling it with cold water. Hot water didn't exist on a ghost ship that could submerge itself at will.

Olivia walked to the bed and sat on the edge. She leant closer to the figure who lay, unmoving. She pushed back some of the hair on Jack Sparrow's forehead. She sighed.

"Thirteen years," she muttered to herself. "Thirteen years, no more, was all I could buy him."

Bootstrap glanced up at her. "It was all you could do, Olivia. The Captain would have it no other way. You tried."

Olivia sighed again and stood up. She began pacing furiously. She kicked the chest at the end of the bed. It achieved little, and only gave her a bruised toe. She hoped around on one foot for a moment while biting her bottom lip to stifle the cry she would have uttered. Bootstrap watched, wisely deciding to remain silent. The Mistress did tend to have a violent temper, as some of the crew could verify. Those that had survived coming under her blade, that was.

She stomped around behind the changing screen and stepped out of the pale blue gown. In its place she donned black pantaloons, a loose white shirt, high boots and a thick leather belt and scabbard. She whipped a strip of red velvet cloth from her pocket and tied her long hair back with it.

She rolled up her sleeves and sat on the bed again. Bootstrap carried over the basin and set it down on top of the chest. He stood behind Olivia and looked down at his old friend.

"It was worth it," he murmured, "those extra years. He achieved quite a few things, I hear."

"But he wasn't captain of the Pearl for long at all. That was all he wanted. From what you told me, there was a mutiny on the way to Isla de la Muerta. He only managed to get her back recently."

"Yes," Bootstrap agreed. "But at least he was alive…"

A look of great sadness passed over Olivia's face. "It just seems like such a waste."

Bootstrap laid a hand on her shoulder. "It was all you could do." And with that, he left her alone with Jack.

Olivia sighed and drew a finger gently across his forehead. "Oh, Jack," she whispered. She gently undid the buttons of his shirt and began to wash the slime off his skin.

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