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Chapter 4: Voyage

~Flik~

"What do you propose we do?" Gibbs asked.

"Swing the cage," I concluded with a smile.

"Oh, God. I don't like this," Will groaned.

"Oh come on William, we don't have all day to listen to your complaining..." I sighed.

The cage began to swing back and forth. Each time the we missed the vine that was hanging just out of reach. After a dozen clumsy attempts, the crew managed to grab the vine and climb up the cliff. We were almost free when other members of the crew grabbed a snake and fell to their doom!

"HURRY!" Will cried.

Will and the others climbed to the top and cut the cage free. Suddenly, the cannibals could be heard coming after them.

"Roll the cage!" I commanded. "Roll it now you scallywags!" I screamed. Wow, I really was starting to sound like a pirate!

The cage began to roll faster until everyone was screaming at the top of their lungs! Landing in a narrow waterway, the cage broke open and freed everyone. Then, our group made way back to the ship docked on the beach.

In all the chaos, no one noticed Jack. Since the Pelagostos began to chase after the crew, Jack managed to wriggle free and raced out with the pole tied to his back. Just as Jack thought he was free, two Pelogostos caught him. Screaming like a banshee, Jack raced past them and vaulted himself off a cliff to the other side of the island!

Back on the beach the crew of the Black Pearl were about to make way. Suddenly, Will bumped into Pintel and Ragetti. Knowing he had no weapon, Will backed away. Pintel and Ragetti advanced toward him, swords drawn. However, the sound of charging cannibals forced the three to take off together. Will looked around and realized that Jack was missing.

"Wait," he cried, "Where's Jack? I can't leave without him!"

"He'll be coming in three...two...one," I said as in the exact moment you could start to hear Jack screaming as he ran down the beach followed by about a thousand cannibals.

"AAAHHHHH!"

"Never mind. Let's go!" Will cried.

The crew of the Black Pearl raced to the ship and immediately prepared to set off. Jack was still being pursued by the cannibals and had not reached the ship.

"Hurry up, Jack!" Will shouted at the top of his lungs, "Run!"

Just before he could be overtaken, Jack leapt aboard the Pearl and the ship instantly made way.

"Alas, my children this is the day that you almost…" Jack began before he was splashed by the sea, "Captain Jack Sparrow." he sputtered.

Oh god. What was I going to say to him? Should I be all fangirl-like or sophisticated or pirate-

"And you are?" He asked as he pointed at me with his sword.

I coughed a bit of salty water up before I answered, "Felicity Todd, Captain. Shall I say I am an acquaintance of Will here." I smiled.

"Hmf. I guess you're his new pet." Jack spat.

My heart hurt in my chest. He was being...grumpy. Grumpy Jack. Oh well, it was Jack Sparrow.

Gibbs then greeted Jack.

"Let's put some distance between us and this island and head out to open sea."

"Yes to the first, yes to the second, but only insofar as we keep to the shallows as much as possible," Pintel and Ragetti, who somehow had escaped a hanging, stood at Jack's side after giving his coat to him. Jack did a double take and looked at them quite quizzically.

"Now, that seems a bit contradictory, Captain." Gibbs replied.

"I have every faith in your re-conciliatory navigational skills, Master Gibbs. Now, where is that monkey? I want to shoot something." Something fell from the rigging just as Jack finished. It was Ragetti's eye. Will approached Jack just as he was putting a bullet in his pistol.

"Jack,"

"Ah….oh, it's you,"

"Jack,"

"Not now," Jack tried to shoo him away.

"Jack!"

"Not now!"

"Elizabeth and Ashe are in danger!" I moved in front of Will.

"Where's that monkey…" Jack murmured looking at the rigging. I glanced over at him.

"Who's this...Ashe person or other?" Jack asked me quizzically.

"My...err...cousin! She's in danger with Elizabeth, they're both headed for the gallows, according to Beckett because of you, well it doesn't matter, Will needs the compass, and don't even bother shooting the monkey he's dead, oh for christ's sakes Jack!" I rambled on.

Jack gave me a strange look before continuing, "Have you considered keeping a more watchful eye on them," Jack said walking off, deciding he'd shoot the monkey later. "Maybe just lock them up somewhere?"

"They are locked up in a prison, bound to hang for helping you." Will stated.

"There comes a time when one must take responsibility for one's mistakes." Jack said.

Will pulled a sword from another sailor's belt and held it to Jack's throat. "I need that compass of yours, Jack. I must trade it for their freedom- to save them, Jack."

"That has a familiar ring to it," Jack said sardonically.

I then grasped for my own sword and held it to Will's throat. "Sorry mate, but I can't let you do that." I smirked. Jack looked over to me again, strangely. "You can't kill Captain Sparrow, stop being an idiotic whelp for once Will-"

Will cut me off, and said to Jack, "You will hand it over. Now! In exchange, you will be granted full pardon and commissioned as a privateer in the service of England."

"I wonder what will my crew think when they see you've skewered their beloved and duly chosen captain?"

"I think they will see it as an example…ah," Will said, just before I held my sword a little closer, so he could feel the cold blade. Jack pondered this.

"All right, you get the Compass, you rescue your bonnie lasses," Jack rolled his eyes. "…Where's my profit?"

"You...get full pardon. Freedom."

"But Will...what is freedom? Not being a privateer, at least. Jack's not looking for employment. So please, just stop okay?" I retorted.

"Not helping Flik!" Will glared.

Jack moved Will's sword away from his neck and left me and Will to our glare-fest.

"Mr. Gibbs?"

"Captain?" replied Gibbs who was standing at the helm.

"We have a need to travel upriver…"

"By need, do you mean a trifling need, fleeting, as in, say, a passing fancy?"

"No, a resolute and unyielding need," Jack
explained looking at Will and me. Will once again tried to follow Jack again.

"What we need to do is make sail for Port Royal with all haste." Will said as I followed Jack.

"William... I shall trade you the compass, if you will help me..." Jack took the drawing of the key from his coat pocket and spread it out on the woodwork. "to find this." Will looked at it for a moment.

"You want me to find this." He pointed to the cloth.

"No. You want you to find this. Because incapacitorially the finding of this, finds you finding and/or locating in your discovering the detecting of a way to save your dolly belle ol' what's her face. Savvy?" I smirked. I never really liked Elizabeth, and Jack making a bit of fun of her made everything all the better. Will took the cloth from Jack.

"There's two of them," Will commented. Ashe too.

"Whatever," Jack waved it off. He then looked at me again, then smiled. "You, need to give me a little more information than just your pretty name if you want to sail with Captain Jack Sparrow."

"I-..." I stared at him blankly. His eyes, those chocolate brown eyes, were looking at me with such intensity...I couldn't help but stare back. He was just so...beautiful in a way. I couldn't believe it still...it was like I was exactly in the movie. But different. I was in the movie in a way...Oh dear, I was rambling in my head now.

"Yes?" Jack nudged.

"I'm with Will." I smiled. "I know I can help you to find the key. Although I may not be with will on...Jones's ship-"

"…This is going to save Elizabeth and Ashe." Will went on. Jack ignored him as his expression went serious. He glared at me.

"How much do you know about Davy Jones?" There was a tense moment.

"Not much," Will replied.

"Wasn't talking to you, mate." He stated. "No...you. Miss Todd, was it?" He asked as I nodded.

"How much do you know about Davy Jones?" He asked again.

"A lot." I stared back.

"Yeah, it's going to save Elizabeth and...whatever her name was," Jack muttered as Will went away to study the cloth.

"Her name is Ashley."

Jack spun around to stare at me again. "What?"

"It's going to save Elizabeth and Ashley."

Jack rolled his eyes, "What's got you worked up, love?"

"You miss your friend...Ashley, eh?" Jack asked. I nodded. "I have a feeling that we'll run across her sooner or later." I nodded again and sighed, leaning on Jack a little. He smelt like rum, sweat, and salt. And I was oddly attracted to it. "No worries, love,"

I had almost fainted. He called me love. I just loved it when he said that...and to say it to me? This might have been the best day in my life, despite the fact that Jack was being strangely grumpy. Well no wonder, he just almost got roasted by cannibals!

"Jack?" I asked him.

"Yes?"

"Why are we going upriver?" I turned around.

"Er…to see an old friend,"

Oh thats right. Tia Dalma, or uh...Calypso.

"…right." I said as I turned back around and looked out into the sea again.

How would I get closer to Jack? It seemed like he wanted to get to know me more, but was scared to, or unsure of something. It made me upset a little. But I know it's only because I was just so obsessed with him. It would have never been this way. But I was stuck here now, with Will, and Jack.


~Ashe~

I watched the ships come in as I sat on the docks waiting for Norrington. This was terrible. Just as I was getting along with Cutler Beckett, he decides to put me on a ship with Norrington. At least I know where we'll be headed...to Flik, hopefully.

As I looked out into the water I thought about this...the whole situation in general. How were we supposed to get back? Is it...forever? And did I even really want to go back to...2013? The answer: I didn't know. But now I knew, I wasn't that afraid of Beckett any more. I think we came to an understanding and an admitting of feeling much curiosity for one another. Which, I didn't mind at all. Beckett was, undeniably good looking, smart, and powerful. But, I knew he could never love, and to love me was a stretch. He didn't care about women...Deep down I knew he was only using me for power. But could I change that?

"Ah, you must be Miss Holland?" I looked up to see a poorly dressed, scruffy Commodore Norrington.

"Yes." I stood up and curtsied. "And you are Commodore James Norrington, am I correct?" I asked politely.

"Yes...I am. Was...I mean." His look saddened.

"Oh, I'm sorry." I apologized. This must made him sad, thinking of back when he was a commodore of the Royal Navy.

"Don't be. Shall we begin our voyage?" He gave me a slight smile as I stepped on the gangplank and made my way over to the Dauntless. Then I recalled that he mentioned it being destroyed off the coast of Tripoli... I rolled my eyes.

"This ship is magnificent! Where are we going to look first?" I asked as the Dauntless quietly sailed away from Port Royal. Away from Cutler Beckett. I sighed and my happiness died down. I regained myself, with sadness.

"I reckon Tripoli, there are rumours of Sparrow there...his compass will be with him, obviously. And assuming-"

"Wait, James...I, I think we better try Tortuga."

"Are you questioning my judgement Miss Holland? And why are you calling me by my first name, that is highly unacceptable and will not be tolerat-"

"Fine then Norrington! By questioning me you are questioning Lord Beckett, therefore I am wrong, and so is he. Now, I am doing you a favour by insisting that we not travel to Tripoli and instead to Tortuga, yet still, you wish to get caught up in a hurricane. Dear James, why are you being like this?"

He was speechless. I walked over to the wooden steps on the ship leading up to the main cabin and sat there, motionless. "How did you know there'd be a hurricane there Miss Holland?"

"I...I can't tell you. I'm sorry Jame- I mean, Mr. Norrington. I'll be in my cabin if you need me."

"Wait!"

I ignored him as I rushed into a single mapmakers cabin. He could have the main, I didn't care. I didn't want to be with the crew though, and Beckett reassured me that I wouldn't be. I slammed the door and locked it as I threw myself on the bed. It was a plain room, with wooden cabin walls, a wooden desk with mapmaking and writing utensils, a couple of wooden drawers with oil lamps, and a wooden canopy bed frame with royal red blankets. I curled up in the bed...but I couldn't bring myself to sleep. After hours of thinking to myself, about everything, a knock alarmed me at my door.

"Miss Holland!" James's voice called.

I walked over to the door but did not unlock it. "What..." I asked calmly.

"I'd...I'd like to speak with you Miss Holland if you would,"

"No." I responded coldly.

"I didn't mean to ask you something you couldn't tell me. If you really just would-"

"James I can't-"

"I didn't mean to be so condescending earlier. I shouldn't have yelled at you like that for suggesting something else...and James is my name...you can call me anything you'd like. I apologize Miss Holland." He said as I unlocked the door and swung it open.

"Well?" I asked.

"Uh..."

"If we are both travelling together, we must agree to disagree. We're both fighting for things we want now, on Beckett's mission. We might as well get to know eachother. If you're not going to be so uptight. You're not a commodore anymore, and even if you were, I don't appreciate that in the slightest!"

"I...I understand." He agreed. "Would you like to join me for dinner?"

"Okay...why not?" I smiled. He smiled back. And in that moment I noticed that he had the most beautiful smile I had ever seen in my life. It was...different. Perfect. Extremely attractive.

"He guided me to the main cabin, his cabin, where a door connecting his sleeping quarters led to his private dining hall. He gestured towards a spot for me to sit while he pulled back the chair for me to take my seat. "Thank you James." I thanked him.

"No need for thanks Holland. I am only doing the duties of a gentleman." he smiled as I blushed. I was acting like such a pathetic schoolgirl! A second ago all I could think of was Cutler, and now all my attention was focused on James and his smile.

"So... did you agree with me?"

"About Tortuga. Yes well...if you think that is where we will find the compass. I ensure my trust in you this time."

I smiled. It faded. "I'm genuinely sorry..." I bowed my head to look at my feet. My appetite faded.

"May I ask why Miss Holland?"

"I...I didn't tell you how I knew about a hurricane off Tripoli. Well the truth is, I really don't know how I know that. All I know is that if we go, this ship will be wrecked. And you'll be even more of a mess than you are now, no offence. Beckett found out of my knowledge. That's why he told me to travel with you. He doesn't trust you. He knows that alone you don't stand a chance in finding the heart-"

"A heart?" He asked.

"Yes... well what else? Are we not going in search of it? To capture Jones's loyalty, for the Flying Dutchman?"

"I was told to go search for a certain compass. There was no mention of a "heart" of any sort Holland."

I switched clicked in my head. Oh. He must not have known about the heart yet. So far he's just searching for Jack's compass. Shit. Why did I have to screw things up more than they already were?

"Oh...I guess I-"

"Do tell me. If you wish."

"Okay...It's hard to explain. But," I began my tale as Norrington's eyes glared with intensity. His eyes were captivating as well. Something you could have never noticed in the Pirates of the Caribbean movies. But now I could clearly see the beauty in his hazel eyes. "But, " I continued, "It all began with a man...A man and his love for the sea."

"So a pirate?" Norrington asked.

"No, not necessarily. I mean, not at first. But yes, this man loved the sea. Literally, he loved the sea goddess, Calypso. She asked him to carry out the duty of ferrying souls drowned at sea to the afterlife, giving him use of the Flying Dutchman to visit the dimension between worlds that came to be known as Davy Jones' Locker. As a reward for carrying out a decade of service, Jones would be reunited with Calypso for a single day, and if she was faithful, he could come and go on land or sea forevermore afterwards."

"That didn't happen, did it?"

"Just listen. Jones remained true to his word, and spent the next ten years faithfully carrying out his duty. Calypso was not waiting for him when he returned to the land of the living, however, as her very nature would not allow her to wait. Despairing, Jones carved out his own heart and locked it in the Dead Man's Chest, and left the dead to wander aimlessly in the Locker. Because he abandoned his duty, Jones transformed into an amalgamation of human and tentacled sea creature to reflect the monster inside, and any who joined his crew suffered similar disfigurements."

"So he rules the sea?" James asked.

"Yes. But, seeking revenge on Calypso, Jones made a deal with the First Brethren Court to imprison her in human form. Led by the original Pirate King, the Pirate Lords' nine pieces of eight were used to bind Calypso into the body of Tia Dalma, and only with all nine pieces could she ever be released. With Calypso's fiery and unpredictable nature bound, the Brethren Court deemed the seas safe to travel as they so pleased."

"So it was a good deal for both Jones and the Brethren Court?"

"Yes." I nodded.

"So what does the heart have to do with us and Lord Beckett?"

"You see James...if one finds the heart of Davy Jones, one can control the sea. The stabbing of the heart kills him forever, but that's not what Beckett has in mind."

"Why?"

"The person who stabs the heart, becomes the Dutchman's new captain. Forever. Beckett thinks that if he has the heart, he can instead, use it to threaten Jones which can then, wipe out the entire pirate population of the Seven Seas."

"I can't believe this..."

"Neither can I." I agreed.

"But I thought-"

"Yes. The compass? Jack's broken compass isn't necessarily broken. It's different. The compass points to what you want most in this world. If you want to find the key to the chest which in turn opens to reveal the heart, then yes. You need the compass." I finished.

"How do you know-"

"As I've said James, I know things which I cannot explain, to you nor Beckett." I finished as I got up from my chair and wiped my mouth. "Thank you for dinner Commodore."

"You're dearly welcome. But I'm not a commodore anymore..."

"I can't help but call you that. I'm sorry if it bothers you."

"No that's it. It doesn't bother me. I'm just surprised thats all."

"Don't be. Nothing is ever your fault. It's fate." I smiled at him.

He gave me a smile back. "I'll visit you later?" He asked.

"I'd like that."