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Kayla

He was always like this: even though at first he would allow her to act boldly with him, he would soon have enough of it and start demanding her respect. She'd figured it wasn't much of a surprise for someone without a heart.

"Now, I want ye to listen closely," he instructed, "I'll go over this one more time, just so ye're sure ye know every detail. In two days, you'll announce they'll need to change course one last time, heading West for six days. On the ninth, you'll arrive at Dead Man's cove, where-"

"Where," Kayla continued for him, "I'll bring Jack, promising to take him to the treasure and making sure the rest of the crew stays behind. Then, once inside, he'll see there is no treasure, and by then, you'll…you'll…" she couldn't quite bring herself to finish the sentence.

"I will kill him." He said darkly, sounding deadly and dangerous.

Kayla was silent for a moment, before nodding her head.

"Everything clear then?"

She nodded again.

"Right. I'll be checking ye, don't worry. I'll come back before the nine days are over. I don't want ye to mess anything up. If ye do, our deal's off, so I suggest ye just stick to the plan, understood? That's all."

"Wait!" she called out, but he didn't listen.

Without another word, before Kayla could say anything, he leaped into the air and straight into the water, disappearing from sight. Kayla leaned over the rail and watched the black water move smoothly underneath the ship, then sigh before turning around.

"Aye, Captain," she muttered mockingly before heading towards her cabin, where she glumly sat on her bed, wondering once again how she'd ended up in this situation, why she felt so empty, and most of all, with what courage she was going to finish the plan. She then forced herself to stop thinking about those problems, reminding herself about the situation she was in, and then slowly drifted off to sleep.

The next morning Kayla woke up feeling dizzy, and she figured it was because of the ship's cradling, which, she noticed, had grown much stronger than the day before. Indeed, as soon as she resurfaced on deck, she saw it was a cloudy day, and a terrible gale was blowing.

Everybody was busy taking care of the ship, so that nobody seemed to notice or care as she steadily made her was towards the upper deck, stumbling left and right as she advanced. At last, she reached the stairs, and grabbing hold of the rail she climbed them to the top, where just as she had expected she found Jack, in control of the ship, swaying along with it's movements.

"Rough sea today!" she exclaimed, making him startle slightly before looking up and grinning.

"Well, good morning to you, luv," he said, both of them staggering to keep their balance, "Looks like we'll be swaying just a little today!"

No sooner had he said that, that a light drizzle began to fall down from the sky, "Ah, no need to worry," said Jack, looking up at the sky, "Just a little drizzle. Little rain never hurt nobody!"

Just as thought the weather itself had heard him and wanted to fool him, within an hour the wind had risen increasingly, and the Pearl found itself right in the middle of a terrible storm. Everybody was busy working, and even Kayla helped out, although Jack had tried to stop her at first, saying it could've been too dangerous for her.

"Look," she'd exclaimed, looking upset, "I'm a big tough girl, Jack. I think I can handle a little rough sea!"

"Captain Jack, it's…" he'd tried to say, but she merely interrupted him.

"Yes, very well, we know that, Captain!" she'd snapped sarcastically, "Now, are you going to tell me what to do, or must I really discover it all by myself?"

For the second time, she'd silenced Jack, who had therefore decided to give her something to do rather than continue being silenced in front of the rest of the crew. Naturally, right then neither of them had quite imagined what they were up to: by now, the storm was surrounding them, and there was no way of getting out. Soon the chaos broke out amongst the ship, while everybody continuously got pushed back and forth, left and right, by the massive force of the waves that crashed against the side of the Pearl. Kayla found herlsef troubling to keep her balance, and simply ignored Jack's repeated orders to retire inside the ship for her own safety.

For the entire afternoon, they carried on this way, until finally the storm died off and they returned to a much calmer sea. It was just after sunset, in fact, Kayla could see the sun diving into the sea amongst the grey clouds, and everybody was exhausted. Some had been sick, and Kayla had gone close to being it as well. Everybody let out a sigh of relief as they let themselves fall to the ground, too tiered to keep on standing, and lean against any solid surface they found closest.

After a few minutes of rest, Kayla, who was sitting with her back leaning against one of the masts, saw Jack come stomping towards her, and the initial smile she'd worn as a victory sign soon faded as she saw his frowning and – dreadfully – serious expression.

"Get up," he all but ordered as he came to a brusque halt in front of her.

She did so, feeling uneasy and frowning as well, "What's the matter, Jack?" she asked, confused.

"What's the matter?" he repeated, cleary angry, raising his voice, "The matter, Kayla, is that, first and foremost, I am the Captain, savvy?" she was about to correct herself, but he didn't give her the time, and carried on, "And if I tell you to go undercover, you go undercover, savvy?" he was now glaring at her, and she didn't know what to say: this reaction had been absolutely unexpected, and had caught poor Kayla completely off guard.

"But…" she tried to explain.

"No," he immediately stopped her, "No excuses, Kayla."

"But Jack, I…"

"How many times do I have to tell you to adress me as "Captain"?" he yelled, shocking her, "You have no excuses! You should have followed my orders, and that's it! You do not ignore my orders, Kayla! Savvy? I will not tollerate this another time!" he continued, making her nod her head and turn away, frowing with tears in her eyes.

"I'm sorry, Captain" she mumbled, enfasizing the last word with anger.

Then, she whispered, "Please excuse me," to the rest of the crew, shot one last andry look at Jack, shook her head with a disgusted expression on her face, and then turned away, rushing into her cabin and leaving an icy silence behind her.

Kayla simply lay down on her bed and cried, cursing Jack for being so utterly hateful with her, and meanwhile getting angry at herself for crying and telling herself to stop doing it immediately.

"Stop it!" she though angrily, "Stop crying, stupid! There is absolutely no reason to cry, because he is just a plan to accomplish and you have got nothing to do with him, you know perfectly well there is no reason to feel sad, angry, Hell, there's no reason to feel anything at all towards that…that…that…" instead of trying to find a word, she punched her pillow and then buried her head in it, unable to stop being so upset.

Dinnertime came and went, and Kayla simply stayed locked into her cabin, refusing to go eat with the crew. She almost couldn't suffer their cheerful voices coming from the dining room, as though it hurt her to know it seemed like they didn't even notice she wasn't there.

Still angry, she crept out of her room one hour after midnight and, seeing nobody was in sight, she hastily rushed to the place where she'd met Davy Jones the night before: sure enough, as she had suspected, it was only a matter of seconds before she saw a dark shadow rise from the sea and morph into Davy Jones himself, right besides Kayla.

"Well?" he demanded simply.

"Well, what is the big idea?!" she exclaimed, forcing herself to remain as calm as possible.

"Big…idea?" He repeated.

"That storm today! What was that all about?"

"Ye're not making sense."

"Of course I am! The sea nearly killed us! You are the sea, remember? So, what's your great idea, get us all drowned before I even think about finishing the plan?"

He merely grinned, "I have nothing to do with this."

"Oh, sure you do! Admit it! You almost got me killed, you know? I would've liked to see you then!"

This time, he laughed, "Kayla, tell me, how could ye die in the sea if I am the sea, like ye said? It would be like murder," he added, "And ye know I wouldn't do that. I still need you to finish this job for me."

"All right, fine! Just try to avoid the gigantic waves next time, will you?" snarled Kayla, shivering at the though of all the swaying she'd done that day and turning her back on him to look out into the sea.

"What's the matter with ye anyways?" he demanded, but as she turned to answer him, he continued, "Captain Sparrow being to harsh on ye? Hurts to feel so humiliated, eh? And just when you were thinking about trusting him…" he made the sentence die off.

"Oh, please, don't be ridiculous!" exclaimed Kayla, after a few moments of stunned silence, "That filthy good for nothing pirate, I can't wait to get over with this just so I can watch you kill him!"

Davy Jones smiled wickedly, "All right then, it looks like everything's going the way it's supposed to," he moved to the side of the ship, "Keep up the good work, Kayla."

And in a flash, he was gone.