Chapter 4

Well, mates, here we are with chapter four, and I promise that this one will be longer. And much more important to the story. Without further ado...

Note: Though the first bit here may indicate it, there will be no Elizabeth/Davy action, because... well, look at him. Ew.

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Damn her! Damn her!

She was so much like his own love. He could see it in her eyes, he could see it. He felt as though he knew her so well, felt as though he could predict her every move, and he felt himself falling for her because of it.

Davy Jones huddled over a map that he knew off by heart, using it simply as a tool to distract him from the aching emptiness of his chest. Elizabeth Swann was too much like the woman he had once loved. But there was one difference: Elizabeth had not torn his heart to shreds. He found himself vulnerable when she stared at him with such fierce, angry eyes. Worse, he knew that she knew what an effect she had on him.

Elizabeth Swann, he mused, seemed to have that effect on every man. Certainly the Turner boy was smitten with her. Jack, perhaps? It seemed so, sometimes, when Jack weakened enough to carry his heart in his eyes. And surely there would others that she had screaming and pleading under her delicate little finger. Davy did not want to join the ranks of her love-slaves.

But he was perilously close.

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"Jack, what are we going to do?"

"Elizabeth, luv." He sighed, exasperated. "You keep asking. I keep telling you the same thing."

"We are NOT," she retorted fiercely, "Doing THAT." She turned her back on him to hide her blushing cheeks, to avoid his tempting smirk.

"I mean," she added, "How will we get out of here?"

"Simple," he pronounced, and she turned back, intrigued.

"You have a plan?"

Jack feigned hurt. "Of course I've a plan, darlin. I am-"

"I know who you are." She pouted. "What is this plan, then?"

"We wait." He grinned at her, pausing, and when he didn't speak again, she sighed.

"That's it? We wait? That's your plan? How will that get us out of here?"

"Because, Miss Swann, Davy Jones does not intend to simply sail about all over the seven bloody seas with us rotting here in this cell. We're no good to him locked up. Surely he has other intentions for us. And if we wait- patiently, luv, and don't pout at me so, yer only tempting me- if we wait, he'll come and tell us what we are to be doing."

Elizabeth had turned her back on him again, though a familiar snap caught her attention and she snuck a peek back at him. He had opened his compass, and was holding it up and down and left and right, frowning.

"Might I... have a look?" she asked.

Jack shrugged, handed it over, and lay back, shutting his eyes. Elizabeth clasped the compass tightly in her hand, closed her eyes, drew a breath, then looked down at it.

It swivelled, frantically, whirling back and forth, mirroring her turbulent thoughts. Will. Jack. Will. Jack. Norrington- where had that thought come from? She clapped a hand to her forehead. Wonderful. She was so confused that she couldn't even remember who was confusing her. Her eyes strayed over to Jack's form, then back down to the compass.

It had stopped.

The compass pointed directly to the pirate captain, but she wondered if Jack maybe only stood in the way of Will. With this thought, the compass began to whirl again. She snapped it shut, and hurled it as hard as she could against the wall of the cell.

"Oi!" Jack sat bolt upright. "Throwing my things around, are we, Miss Swann?" He scrambled over to where the compass lay, and picked it up, opening it. He squinted at it in disbelief. "Elizabeth," he breathed, then snapped his eyes up at her accusingly. "You've fixed it!" He indicated the compass which was, indeed, pointing north.

Elizabeth started to speak, feeling tears well in her eyes, for how would she ever know her heart now? But then one of Davy's monstrous crewmembers came and unlocked the cell door, to bring them to see the captain.

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"I suppose you're wonderin' what I want with a couple of prisoners," Davy inquired, as they sat before him.

"Not really," Jack replied. "I think we already know what you want, mate."

Davy chuckled, and patted his chest. "Of course. I have lived too long without a heart, Sparrow. I want my heart back. In one piece. In my chest."

"Which chest are we speaking of? The chest it was originally in, being a part of you, or the chest you had buried in the sand?"

Davy again thumped on his chest. "Inside of me, Jack. I want it inside of me again."

"I don't think it was ever gone." Jack arched an eyebrow, still gazing steadily at the captain as Elizabeth snuck a glance at him. Sometimes, only sometimes, Jack Sparrow could say something that had such a ring of truth to it.

"Where do we come in?" Jack asked.

"Your friends are searching for you. I want to let them find you, and when they do, you will go with them to find the heart. And you will bring it to me."Davy eyed Jack, ignoring Elizabeth for the time being. She was dangerous. She threatened his composure.

"And what makes ye think you can trust us?" Jack asked, smirking. "I have a bit of a reputation-"

"Everyone has a price, Jack, including you. Especially you," Davy replied and Jack, unashamed, just grinned. "You value your life, and if you do not return my heart to me, I will set my beastie after you. A bit binding, isn't it, the promise of death? Unless my heart is returned safely to me, the kraken will pursue you forever."

Jack cleared his throat, then he nodded. "Very well. But I should like some sort of reward for my returning the heart."

"The Pearl?"

"Aye." Jack's eyes glittered, and Elizabeth felt a pang of jealousy, though she was quickly ashamed. It was a damn boat, for God's sake. She was jealous of a boat? Her thoughts drifted to Will, and she sighed softly, finding herself missing his steadfast nature.

"Fine. I will raise the Pearl for you. But you must have my heart back to me within a week." Davy Jones held out a hand, and shook that of Jack Sparrow.

"It's a deal," Jack replied with a charming grin. "Now, where will you be depositing me and the young missy?"

Davy rose, strutted to the door of his quarters and opened it, indicating outside at a small island in the distance. "Welcome to the end of the world, Captain Sparrow."

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