Saving Souls – Well, we'll just have to not fail!
A/N: Grrrrrrrrr! Wasn't Letting Me Upload Documents For Ages! Im SO Annoyed!
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There was a leak in the ceiling above Ashley's cell, and every second a drop fell down and hit her on the head. It was very annoying. Enough to drive someone mad.
She lent her head on the bars and sighed. This was one of the many 'worst days ever' of her life.
It was the boredom that got to her the most.
However, it soon subsided when she heard that oh-so familiar limping noise. Davy Jones was soon in front of her.
"Up," He spat, opening the cell and dragging her to her feet.
She was led back out onto the deck and saw The Lost Soul opposite it.
"Wha's goin' on?" Ashely asked, seeing Will, Barbossa, Gibbs and Elizabeth stood on The Lost Soul's deck. "You were sailing in the opposite direction!"
"Aye, but we followed them," One of Jones's crew shouted.
Jones looked at Ashley and scowled. Her hands were still bound, and many of his crew had their weapons pointed at her.
"The Heart?" Jones asked.
The Lost Souls crew looked about frantically at eachother. Gibbs was pushed to the front of the group.
"Er…we don't have it," He mumbled.
"You don't?" Jones asked.
"Whilst we outsmarted you, we were outsmarted ourselves," Will explained.
"So where is it?" Jones demanded.
"By Now," Will shrugged and thought it over. "Most likely in the hands of Lord Cutler Beckett of the East India Trading Company,"
Jones made an angry noise.
"Well then, seeing as I can't step onto land and my crew failed the last time I got them to do my work for me,"
Jones shot a look at his crew.
"I'll be trustin' that you go an' get it for me,"
"And if we don't?" Barbossa asked.
"If you don't, you can say goodbye to Miss. Sparrow here,"
Ashley stared at Jones's crew who had pulled back the triggers of their pistols and raised their cutlasses to her throat. Threatening The Lost Soul's crew.
"But how are we to get the heart from Beckett? If me and Will so much as step foot in Port Royal we'll be caught and hanged!" Elizabeth pointed out.
"Beckett has a host of men at his call, he controls the oceans with that heart," Will added.
"Aye, an' myself, Barbossa and 10 other men aren't exactly a match for that," Gibbs said looking around at the crew of The Lost Soul.
He was pretty surprised that Jones was letting them talk so much. All of the other times Gibbs had seen him he was much more intimidating. But of course, he hadn't lost his precious heart then.
"The only one worthy of taking on Beckett is Captain Jack! Or- was anyway," One of Jacks crewmembers pointed out.
Cotton's parrot whistled in agreement.
Ashley found a bit of Jack welling up inside of her.
"Ive had a thought!" She said.
Everyone's heads turned to look at her.
"True, the only one worthy of taking on this Beckett person is Jack. But he's not 'ere is he? Well, I say I go instead!"
Barbossa raised his eyebrows.
"C'mon! We all know I have an awful lot of Jacks charm in me! I just the pirate for the job!"
Jones soon silenced her.
"Oh? And you expect just to be let go like that? I think not. We have agreement," He said.
Ashley grinned.
"In order to confirm you're return…Im going to need a hostage,"
The grin faded.
"Oh," Ashley mumbled.
Jones muttered something to one of his crew, who swung over to the opposite ship, grabbed Elizabeth and swung back over again.
"No!" Will shouted. "You can't take Elizabeth!"
"As I said, I need a hostage," Jones laughed as Ashley's bounds were untied and she jumped over onto The Lost Soul.
"You're a diamond mate!" She tried to make the best of the situation, copying something that Jack had once said.
Elizabeth screamed in protest and she was taken, or so Ashley presumed to a cell.
"When you get the heart, sail to worlds end. I'll be waiting," Jones laughed even more and once The Flying Dutchman had gone out of site Ashley collapsed on deck with relief.
"You just let them take her?" Will yelled.
"I didn't see you trying to stop them, and anyway we'll get her back, and we'll have the heart for ourselves whilst we're at it!" Ashley said.
"You mean your not givin' to Jones?" Gibbs asked.
"Of course not!"
"Aye, well…now that that's settled I was hopin' you'd be able to explain exactly what we're going to do. A lot has gone on and Im getting rather confused with it all," Gibbs asked, rather wishing he had some rum.
Ashley sighed. "We are going to Port Royal. To somehow get the heart from Beckett,"
"How?" Barbossa questioned.
"Im still workin' on it," Ashley replied, before continuing with the plan.
"Then, we are going to sail to Worlds End, and save Jack. Except Will,"
"Huh?" Will asked.
"You are going to secretly rescue Elizabeth from Jones,"
"How?"
"I don't know about that either. You'll just have to wing it,"
"Wing it?"
"I don't know! Think of something yourself, you're the only one who wants to rescue the woman…. although I can't imagine why," Ashley mumbled the last part.
Will glared at her.
"So, whilst we're saving Jack, Will is saving Elizabeth. We all meet back up on The Lost Soul and destroy Jones! How does that sound?" Ashley grinned.
"You make it sound so easy," Gibbs replied.
"But what if either of us fail? If I get caught trying to save Elizabeth then we'll both be stuck on the Flying Dutchman! Or worse – killed! And as Tia Dalma said, if you all fail then you'll be stuck at Worlds End," Will exclaimed, he was always pretty pessimistic.
"Well, we'll just have to not fail then won't we!" Ashley declared, slapping her knee's happily.