"How much do you know about Davy Jones?" Jack asked the 'Flying Dutchman'.

The Dutchman peered suspiciously down at Jack. "We all know about the locker, but of Davy Jones, now there's a bit of dangerous business that is."

"You have no idea." Jack mumbled to himself. "Is there any way at all, that you could take me back to, you know, the surface?"

"That depends on what you'd be offer'n as payment." The Flying Dutchman replied.

"mm, tell you what, I'll be offering you, in exchange for a ride to the surface, a soul." Jack suggested.

"And would that be your soul that you'd be offer'n?"

"Preferably not."

"Am I to believe then, that you would be willin to sell over someone else's soul for your own profit?"

Jack grinned, "So it's a deal then?"

"Not so fast! You still haven't told me what sort of a soul I'd be receivin."

"I'm offering you the fine (and much sought after) soul of William Turner. O'l Jonesy thought he'd be worth three, maybe three and a half." Jack stated proudly, but to his dismay, The Flying Dutchman was laughing.

"William Turner indeed! What do you take me for! Everyone knows he belongs to Calypso, for the time bein at least." The Flying Dutchman scoffed.

"Never mind then, there are other souls I might be persuaded to hand over." Jack replied, disappointed.

"I'm listen'n."

"There's... the valiant and powerful Elizabeth Swan. One of the nine pirate lords, savvy?" Jack said grinning. Talk about killing two birds with one stone, what a perfectly appropriate way to get the both of them back, at the same time. Jack thought happily to himself. He still hadn't forgiven her for a little incident with a kraken that was still fresh in his mind.

"One of the pirate lords you say?" The Dutchman replied with interest.

"Oh no, even more better, the pirate king of the Bretheren Court mate. A soul worth much more than a trip to the surface, I'll warrant."

"I'll throw in a bottle of rum." The Dutchman paused, "King, you say?"

"Aye."

"So is this, Elizabeth, a woman, or did you mean queen?"

Jack smirked," Well... I'll let you decide for yourself, so do we have a deal?"

Jack pondered as he walked back to town, about how he was going to get Elizabeth Swann onto the- whatever the Flying Dutchman's ship was called. Jack shook his head. The best idea he could come up with, since he couldn't get out of Bikini bottom, was to send one of his new friends up to try to persuade her. Well, that confirmed it, he certainly was in a fix. But he had rum, so he was happy.

As Jack walked past the Krusty Krab he thought he overheard an argument going on inside. He quietly slunk inside.

"-and that proves that land creatures are better than sea creatures!" Sandy the sea squirrel was saying.

"Well at least we don't have to breath air through a bowl!" Came the reply.

"That doesn't prove nothing!" Sandy exclaimed and turned to where Jack was sitting. "Are you a land creature or a sea critter?"

Jack shifted his eyes and opened his mouth to say something, then closed it again, changing his mind.

"Er, I don't rightly know, but if you're looking for a contest, I've got a few idears."

The group stared at Jack.

"Look, I know someone, up there savvy? I've been waiting for years to have her be introduced to a friend of mine who lives down here, but as I can't leave this place, it seems like a fine way to decide between land and sea animals." Jack explained.

"She's a land creature and can't breath water, but the lucky wench has access to the entire royal navy, as it were, so it shouldn't be a problem as long as one of you are good at convincin... And if there's any resistance, tell her that my name is Will Turner."

"Well I think it's a fine idea!" Sandy said after some thought.

"Yeah, to prove that sea creatures are the best." Spongebob retorted.

"Yeah, because we can fly!" Patrick said, jumping up and floating slowly back down. Everyone ignored him.

"Am I gettin payed?" Mr Crabbs asked expectantly.

"This whole thing seems ridiculous." Said Squidward, tentacles on hips.

"We're on!" Sandy challenged before they all sped away, leaving Jack alone to go pillage the root beer cellar.

Elizabeth stood on the beach, gazing out across the water, thinking about Will and wondering what he was doing. She was horrified and surprised when she was suddenly attacked and restrained, by a soaked squirrel. She reached to her side for the sword she usually carried, realizing with anguish that she had left it inside.

Good thing Will had taught her how to handle a random stick on the floor nearby.

Elizabeth swiped maniacally at the attacking squirrel, that apperently knew a thing or too about karatie. Elizabeth wondered if Sao Fang had finally gone off the deep end (not literally) and started giving squirrels fighting lessons. Then the idea turned into horrible thought about Sao having a secret army of fighting squirrels, which she quickly pushed out of her mind.

While preoccupied fighting the deranged squirrel, she didn't notice the others setting the trap, and before she knew it, Elizabeth blacked out.

She doubted whether she had woken up, when she found herself securely tied to a nearby tree, and being lectured by a variety of very frightening creatures resembling those of the sea.

"-and that's why, you need to come with us." The yellow one finished.

"What?" Elizabeth answered, in a state far beyond confused.

"A friend of yours told us to tell you that he needs your help." The squirrel said.

"Really, and who would that be?" Elizabeth replied, still disoriented.

"um-" The squirrel looked at the others,"...Will Turner."

Elizabeth's eyes widened. "What- how do you- you know Will? Wait, who are you people and what do you know about Will?!

"Well, uh, we just know that he sent us to get you so that you could help him." The yellow one answered.

"Wait, so what exactly am I supposed to do?" said Elizabeth, flustered, wondering what kind of trouble her perfect, immortal, husband could have gotten himself into. "This wouldn't have anything to do with Jack would it?" She thought out loud.

She looked at the group suspiciously when they simultaneously shook their heads denied that they knew the name Jack.

"No, oh course not, what would make you think that?" One of them said nervously.

" Well, usually if Will is in trouble, Jack has something to do with it." Elizabeth replied.

"Well he doesn't." The squirrel snapped, irritated.

"He doesn't?" Patrick added, earning an unpleasant stare from Sandy.

"All right look, we don't care whether you help your friend or not, we're just the messengers. You can come with us, or not, but we're leaving now!" she stated.

"All right, take me to Will." Elizabeth said.

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