Time for the absolute drama and terror to fill your mind!! Mwahahahaha, meet your demise! Enter villain. So this is the fourth chapter and now you'll be introduced to plot, be nice now, he's a bit shy.

Disclaimer: POTC not mine, but I wonder… if I obtained Mission Impossible skills and bungee cords it could- no, it still wouldn't be mine…

Chapter Four: Misery Loves Company

Elizabeth rubbed her cheeks free of tears and stumbled over to the window. The sky was pleasant enough, bright blue with a rising sun. And yet, something didn't feel right, the crew was eerily quiet and the ship… it felt tense and ready to run. Combing her fingers through her hair she adjusted the large shirt Jack had given her and ascended the stairs. Hitting the deck she found everyone still and stiff as statues staring in despair at the churning sea. The early morning sunrise disappeared and darkened, billowing smoky clouds piled in the horizon.

Her eyes involuntarily scanned the deck for Jack. She found him; standing tall, hand on the hilt of his sword, ready for whatever was coming their way. What was coming their way? She followed the crew's horrified eyes and saw the groaning, rocking beast come to a stop beside the Pearl. A rough, warm hand wrapped around her arm and pulled her back. Startled she looked up and met Jack's strong, caring, dark brown eyes. He stood slightly in front of her, protectively. His eyes surveyed the deck and he tensed as the Dutchman's crew morphed through the walls and captured the Pearl's crew holding knives to throats, and pistols to heads.

"Aren't ye a pretty little thing?" A clammy, wet hand squeezed her neck and another gripped her arm. She glanced at her captor and found a mutated man with a blowfish like face. Elizabeth shuddered in fear. Who or what were these? She felt the cold end of a barrel planted against her temple. Jack was stricken; he grabbed his sword and was about to stab at Elizabeth's attacker when Davy Jones appeared… Will stood next to him.

"Will?" Elizabeth breathed, gasping when the mutated pirate gripped her neck tighter, Jack's eyes started burning in rage, completely ignoring Will's presence.

"Unhand her." Jack's voice slipped into a deep mean tone, his sword poised and ready to fight. The captor glanced at his captain for permission to fight but Davy Jones shook him off.

"Why is Sparrow so possessive of this woman?" Davy's patronizing voice caught Jack off guard and he whipped around to face the intruder.

"What are ye doing on my ship? And why 'ave ye brought the whelp?" Jack's voice became irritated as he watched Will gaze worriedly at his… fiancée. Ugh, Jack didn't like that word. Especially because of who played the part of his fiancée. Davy Jones didn't notice Jack's hostility, what he did notice was Elizabeth and Will staring into each other's eyes and Jack not liking it one bit.

"What's this?" Davy gestured to the open air between the two, Elizabeth and Will looked away, flustered that they were caught.

"This couldn't perhaps be… love?" Will shifted uncomfortably on his feet, shooting daggers Davy's way. Jack couldn't be anymore unhappy. Davy Jones was in a particularly dark mood and seeing as Jack's crew was at his mercy this wasn't good, not to mention the unwanted attention the whelp was drawing to Elizabeth. The whelp. Why was he here? Jack glared at Will and then Davy Jones before glancing back to make sure Elizabeth was still okay, Davy Jones chortled away, enjoying everyone's discomfort immensely.

"I'm glad ye be enjoying yerself, now would ye be so kindly as to call off ye crew and sail away on the Dutchman. I'd be much obliged." Jack smiled and stepped forward; only Elizabeth noticed the tension leaking into his words.

"Not this time Sparrow, ye made a deal. Remember?" Davy slowly limped forward on his peg leg. Jack's eyes widened as he did remember… breaking the deal. Davy Jones had been kind enough to raise the Black Pearl from the depths and Jack was allowed captain of it… but his time limit had expired, long ago.

"We had a deal. But did ye hold yer end of it? How long 'ave ye been captain of the Pearl?" Davy stood over Jack, smirking. Jack hesitated, this was a lose, lose situation, and he wasn't fond of losing.

"Barbossa stole it for two years, so technically-" Jack threw any reason that might spare him, out in the air, but Davy cut him off.

"'Technically' the deal was broken! Ye have a debt to pay Sparrow! In return for yer irresponsibly and dishonesty, I will receive a soul." Davy dropped his voice watching Jack look curiously at him, not quite sure what soul he was referring to.

"My soul? I'm not sure my soul is-" Jack shrugged feigning a look of nonchalant.

"Not yer soul! Her's!" Davy pointed widely at Elizabeth, who was still struggling to breath. Jack's stomached dropped and his heart started pounding.

"No! You can't have her!" Will stood in front of Davy eyes boring holes into his. Davy smiled smugly, he knew there was a story to this boy… it was much too similar to his own. Davy's eyes watered and a heavy sadness started to overcome him as he remembered his story… the pain, his heart was no longer in his chest and yet the pain was still astoundingly profound. Jack watched Davy shrink into his pain and realized he'd start lashing out at others to distract himself from the pain.

" What say ye to a bargain?" Jack's eyes gleamed with a glint of an expert. He was known for tricking his way out of many predicaments, and he was hoping now wasn't an exception.

"A bargain, eh?" Davy was distracted as he thought this through. This was perfect, he could prolong the killing of the woman, he would be able to watch the boy wallow in fear and misery and led Jack on an adventure that seemed reasonable but was far from it. Yes, more pain and suffering, as long as he kept inflicting it on others he would never slip into his state of depression and feel it himself.

"One hundred souls. Three days. In return you and your friend here can go free." Davy Jones smiled venomously.

"We have an accord. Shall we sign it in blood, uh, ink?" Jack was enthralled to have diverted the attention from Elizabeth's soul and the problem of Davy Jones wanting it. Will on the other hand gritted his teeth not enjoying one bit of his fiancée's fate being in the hands of Jack Sparrow. Jack held his hand out uncertain if a handshake was in order or not, but Davy grasped it hard, running his tentacle along Jack's palm and through his fingers. Jack winced in disgust before Davy finally let go, glaring steadily into his eyes.

" If you fail to repay this debt, Sparrow. You can say goodbye to the pretty woman." He smirked and motioned for the crew to assemble back on the Flying Dutchman. As Elizabeth's captor moved away Will nearly knocked over Jack, who was trying in vain to shake the gooey slim Davy had left from his hand, as he ran to her.

"Elizabeth! I'm sorry for all this. I promise to leave Davy Jones's crew as soon as possible." Will looked deeply into Elizabeth's eyes, she surprised herself by feeling intimidated and looked at their entwined hands. Will's breathing shuddered as he heard the crew from the Dutchman demand he return.

"I have to go. But I'll meet up with you… in Tortuga?" Will reluctantly glanced at Jack for confirmation, but Jack pretended to be busy turning and admiring the palm of his hand, whatever he was observing caused Jack's eyebrows to wrinkle in concentration. Elizabeth jumped as the Dutchman crew yelled angrily at Will. How did he end up a part of that? Unfortunately she couldn't ask questions, there wasn't any time.

"Yes, Tortuga." She tried to put on a sweet, loving smile but Will's eyes closed as he kissed her softly on the lips and turned on his heel and boarded the Flying Dutchman. The ship sluggishly pulled itself once more behind the veil of fog.

Elizabeth felt horrible, that kiss it had felt like… nothing. No, he was doing so much for her she did love him, she couldn't break his heart. When she had seen him standing there she did feel relieved he was alive but… she had wanted run into Jack's arms away from Davy's crew. How could she feel this way? Jack was just a friend; there wasn't a possibility that he felt the same way about her.

She needed to breath and think things through, right now things were a bit tense, that's all, what with the near choking a few minutes ago and Davy Jones wanting her soul and- Wait. Why did Davy Jones want her soul? It couldn't have been because he suspected love between her and Will, that was… but then again emotional pain was the hardest to deal with, if Davy was to kill her it would hurt Will a lot. But why would Davy Jones want to inflict emotional pain on Will, it was Jack he was after, unless, Jack would be affected. No, that was… preposterous, Jack couldn't careless what happened to Elizabeth, after all he was a pirate.

"Ye alright, darlin'?" Jack breathed warmly, concern laced his tone. He had finished barking orders to make sail and now was leaning in closely his hand timidly hovering over the small of her back, sneakily examining Elizabeth's neck for any injuries.

"Yes, I'm fine." Elizabeth smiled, but she knew it was weak; she just had so much on her mind, "Jack? Why is my soul so important to Davy Jones?" She asked in light curiosity, but when she peeked over to see Jack's reaction he was surprisingly serious.

"It's who you're important to, that makes ye of value to Jones." Jack hesitated for a moment before strutting off to help steer the ship. Who I was important to? Who indeed. Elizabeth sighed in frustration and leaned against the railing. Pintel and Ragetti noticed her lonely state and out of boredom they approached her.

"Eh poppet! Ye barely 'scaped ol' squid face there!" Pintel bellowed as he grabbed onto the railing, smiling up at Elizabeth broadly.

"Yes, though I don't quite understand how I managed to be the one haggled over when I'd never met this Davy Jones." Elizabeth gestured, agitated. Maybe women aboard ships were bad luck… or at least the women aboard experienced the bad luck.

"Don't let Mr. Tentacle Beard get t'ye. Ye see, he has a sad ol' story on how he became the cap'n of the Flyin' Dutchman." Pintel softened his voice a shade to intrigue Miss Swann, he did love telling the stories… and charming the women.

"Hehe, Mr. Tentacle Beard, hehe." Ragetti wrung his hands in excitement, chuckling at Pintel's choice of words.

"What's his story?" Elizabeth whispered, Pintel had won her full attention.

" Ye see, Squidy 'ere, hadn't always been a squid face. He used to be a man. A man who fall in love with a woman." Pintel gazed at the gray sky, mirroring the gray rippled sea.

" I 'eard he fell in love with the sea?" Ragetti questioned, thoroughly confused, his bony fingers were fumbling over a giant knot in a taut rope he was trying to untie, but wasn't making much progress.

"I'm tellin' the story! And it doesn't matter, same story diff'ernt version! Ye see he came back from a journey out at sea to find his lover gone. Not a trace. 'Eartbroken he turned to the perils of the sea to get him through it, but the pain was too much. So, one night he took a sharp knife and carved out his 'eart out, right on the spot. He placed it in a chest and buried it off on some island." Pintel blurted out the rest; he was occupying himself by trying to untie the rope that he had stolen from Ragetti.

"He put his… heart into a chest?" Elizabeth asked disbelief colored her voice; she wasn't sure whether or not this story was true. How could one carve their one heart out? "So he just sails the seas?" Elizabeth was having a hard time fathoming the whole story. You have to have been in great pain to rid yourself of a heart and, well, life.

"Yep, can't die. Forever he sails, ferrying souls to his dreadful locker. Pirates fear 'im for that and his scary beastie." Pintel nonchalantly informed Elizabeth, he was busy watching Ragetti, who once again had possession of the rope; try, unsuccessfully, to untie it.

"Locker? Beastie?" Pintel met her eyes and seeing the plain curiosity he turned from Ragetti and launched back into story mode.

"His locker is the after life, only, it's far worse. Ye don't want to end up in his locker or else ye'll be findin' yeself wondering through endless, burnin' deserts, slowly going crazy from the lack of 'uman contact and the ever-scorching sun, nothins' there but sand and sun. Forever." Pintel's voice darkened and he leaned in closer to keep the moment, eerie and frightening.

"And his beastie is the kraken, the one usually sendin' ye to the locker. The kraken is Jones's little pet, he sends it out to feast on unsuspectin' ships. It moves quickly through the water, and ye only warnin' is the tremble ye ship gives as the kraken moves beneath ye. Then slowly its giant, slimy tentacles slither up ye ship and snatch sailors up to eat, crushing entire ships with one move and devouring them 'hole. They say its roar is enough to shatter a sailor's thinkin', makin' 'im lose his mind, and its breath stinks of a' thousand rotting corpses. It'd be the last thing ye smell and hear 'fore enterin' the locker." Pintel finished his horror story, Elizabeth's mind wondered. She could see the slimy pink tentacles sliding across the deck; hear the pop of each suction cup moving along the ship. The revolting stench filled her nose and her ears were deafened by the kraken's mighty roar. Her palms started sweating and heart sped, she swore she felt the ship rock.

"Eeek!" Elizabeth squeaked as something brushed against her arm. Ragetti looked up at her with an innocent expression, he clutched the now untied rope. Elizabeth started laughing as she realized the rope had been the one to graze her arm. The tale had captivated her more than she had thought. Pintel and Ragetti joined her laughter before scuttling off to finish their tasks.

As the two witty pirates left Elizabeth's mind was abuzz with thoughts. So Davy Jones wasn't born evil, no mean person ever is, his own life had just gotten the best of him. Not to mention all those years without a heart in his chest it was bound to make him cynical. He had been through intense pain, of love and betrayal. Love could be your silver lining or your downfall. Elizabeth shivered as she realized his story wasn't different from Will's and her's. Will was out at sea, but when he came back, would she still be there for him, or would he experience betrayal first hand?

This chapter was fun to write, though the pirate talk, accent, lingo, whatever you call it, is a tad hard to type out. I know you probably all know the legend of Davy Jones (I probably didn't get it totally right, but this is my version and I'm gonna write it the way I want to), but I wanted you to understand what I was getting at and why certain things were/ are going to happen. Now what did you think? Tell me, I promise I'll respond nicely to you if you comment, just ask the three people who reviewed for my Twilight story (though I'd be enthralled if you read it, I'm warning you I'm not so proud of it). Review!