A/N: Well, here it is, yet another chapter. Don't forget to drop me a review afterwards okay? Its what I live off of :P

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We're off sailing again. We left Singapore about a week ago. Barbossa looked at the charts once before ordering us to sail in a straight Southern direction. It has steadily gotten colder every day. The sun no longer dominates the daylight hours; most of our work is done in weak light. Snow drifts by every so often.

One morning I come out on to the deck to find much of the night crew from Singapore frozen to their positions. It's truly a pitying sight. When we tried to move their bodies to burry them at sea, we found they we stuck to the wood and could not be moved. Personally, I think their presence on the ship is an ill boding. Not to mention a bit nasty.

All we can really do to stay warm is continue working. If you stay still for too long, frostbite sets in. That can even be worse than freezing to death. There is no extra clothing on board for us and the candles we brought for the lanterns burned out long ago.

. Finally at some ungodly hour, we switch the shifts. As physically exhausted as I am, my mind still can't rest. This junk that was given to us by Sao Feng is much larger than the last ship we sailed into Singapore with. Although it isn't as extravagant as the Pearl or anything, we still have crew quarters below deck. Getting up from my hammock, I decide to go back on deck. There is something about the sea that calms my nerves and puts my mind at rest. Besides, below decks is, if it's at all possibly, colder than the deck outside.

As I pass the snoring crew members, I see Elizabeth resting nearby. Her sleeping body shivers in the cold. I wish I could hold her just to try and warm her. But I can't. I take off my leather jacket and drape it on her body. It's the next best thing I can do for her. I can't help but smile as her shivering subsides after a few moments.

On deck, little activity is occurring. One of Sao Feng's men is keeping the ship in our constant route. A few men huddle together for warmth. I see a pink tinge of light coming up over the horizon. It's daybreak and I got no sleep last night.

As the day continues, huge glaciers begin to pass by us. Snow falls at a more consistent pace. I try to keep myself busy and moving. I come across the navigational charts. Curiosity getting to me, I open up the scroll. I want to see exactly how we're getting to Davy Jones's Locker.

On the center of the reeds, a circular map is made up of several moving parts. These parts apparently can't move unless the chart is completely flat. Between each moving circle, black scribbles almost form phrases. Experimenting with it, I move two parts around to match the scribbles. A few do not match up, but two separate phrases spell out readable words.

'Red sky in morning

Sailors take warning'

I laugh at these words. As old as the map is, the cartographer was right. I look up to the sky. We have nothing to worry about. The sunset last night was red as could be. I play around with the map a bit more. I guess some things like that don't change.

I soon find that I am shivering in the snowstorm. I feel as though I'm coming down with a head cold. My fingers are getting a bit numb; all I can do is rub my hands together every so often. When I bring up my hands to my face, I find snow accumulating on my facial hair and cheeks. In the back of my mind I wish I still had my jacket. Elizabeth, who came out onto the deck a while ago, covers herself with my jacket. At least she's a bit warmer.

Soon I notice that much of the map makes little sense. Tai Huang, the leader of Sao Feng's part of the crew, soon comes over to observe my toils.

"Nothing here is said," I say out loud to myself. My voice shudders in the cold air. "These aren't really as accurate as modern charts," I complain to Tai Huang.

"No," he responds. "But it leads to more places." I contemplate his words a bit before searching for more clues on the chart. Finally, I'm lucky.

"Over the edge over again," I read. What could that mean? The edge of what? The earth? That's insane. You can't fall off of something that has no edge. I move the rotating circles again and come across the next phrase.

"Sunrise sets flash of green," I say aloud. A flash of green? I've had enough. Little of the chart has made any sense to me. I want answers. I roll up the scroll and bring it to Barbossa. He has been guiding the ship for some time now.

"Do you care to interpret? Captain Barbossa?" I ask while giving him the chart. He opens it and reads the phrase I had just discovered. He looks at me for a moment.

"Ever gazed upon the green flash Master Gibbs?" he questions while still staring intently at me.

"I reckon I've seen my fair share," Gibbs responds. "Happens on rare occasion; the last glimpse of sunset, a green flash shoots up into the sky," he continues. "Some go their whole lives while out seeing it, some claim to have seen it and some say-"

"It signals when a soul comes back to this world from the dead!" interrupts Pintel. Gibbs gives him a reprimanding look and Pintel utters an apology.

"Trust me young Master Turner," Barbossa cuts in, handing the charts back to me. "It's not getting to the land of the dead that's the problem. It's getting back." Barbossa flashes a creepy smile while adjusting our course.

The further and further we sail, the more glacial forms surround us. The colossal figures loom over us like sentries to a forbidden world. I can't help but to think at how breathtaking they truly are.

As night falls around us a few days later, we leave the glaciers, the snow and cold behind us. There is no moon out tight. The sea is unnaturally calm. Stars reflect off the mirror-like surface. It's truly an awe-inspiring sight. With little work to do, I have an urge to seek out Elizabeth and find her. The last time we spoke was a couple of days ago when she handed my jacket back to me with a polite word of thanks. I need to talk to her. I'm still personally crushed over her and Jack's… encounter on the Pearl. But I have to be a man and rectify our relationship. Even if we never move past friends again, I still want to be there for her.

She stands on the railing looking at the water. I approach her from behind making my presence known from a way back. That way, if she didn't want to speak to me, she would have time to walk away or tell me to leave. She doesn't.

I stand next to for a moment without saying anything. Maybe she would begin a conversation. No such luck.

"All we do is continue not talking," I say. She turns to me for a moment before she returns her gaze to the sea.

"Once we rescue Jack everything will be fine," she replies. She does still care for him.

"When we rescue Jack," I echo more to myself than her. She and I exchange looks. I know my look holds some disbelief in it. I avert my eyes from hers. She leaves me to my won thoughts.

She does love him. According to her, with Jack back everything will go on as it should be. Jack and Barbossa will leave to their Brethren Court and she will be with him. Sure, everything will be fine for them, but what about me? Doesn't she see that it's killing me to give her up? Maybe it's better she can't tell. There will be less guilt involved for her. The saddest part is that I will give up Elizabeth to Jack. I'm not like one of those heroic characters in the stories and hold on to their girl and fight back any man that could steal her from me. No, in those stories then the woman realizes she really does love her man and they all live happily ever after. It's a sickening thought.

A low mist is beginning to surround the ship. I think we're slowly gaining speed too. Ahead of us, the vast expanse of ocean just seems to disappear. I turn to go.

"For what we want most, der is a cost must be paid in da end," Tia Dalma interrupts me cryptically. I look down and notice a silver locket hanging from her neck. I swear I've seen it before. But I have no time to ponder her words. I run to the helm where Barbossa is directing the ship.

"Barbossa, ahead," I tell him. He doesn't seem worried at all.

"Aye, we're good and lost now," he says. What?

"Lost?" Elizabeth says stunned.

"For certain, you have to be lost to find the places that can't be found, else ways everyone would know where it was," he explains. We're defiantly moving much faster. A distant sound can be heard in the background. I don't think I've really heard anything like it before.

"We're gaining speed," Gibbs confirms.

"Aye," Barbossa says again. He's not going to do anything about this.

"To stations!" I call to the crew. We're going to have to work fast to save ourselves. "All hands to stations!" I say again." All the men scramble to follow orders.

"Belay! Belay that! Let her run straight and true!" Barbossa contradicts. He's crazy. With the rest of the crew, we run over to the rail and see what's causing our gain in speed. It's a massive waterfall. No, no. It's the edge of the world.

"You've doomed us all," I hear Elizabeth accuse Barbossa.

"Don't be so unkind, you may not survive to pass this way again, and these be the last friendly words you hear," Barbossa says to her. Not if I can help it. He may be the captain, but Barbossa has gone crazy. There's no way anyone could survive falling over a waterfall like this.

I run to the rudder while giving out a few orders. Thankfully, the men are just as desperate to get out of this situation and don't question my authority. I grab the rudder and push it for a sharp turn to the port side.

We're getting closer and closer to the edge. Even if the ship could make the full turn, the strength of the water's pull would still drag us over. I feel ill at the thought of dying like this. I mean, life has tossed me many close encounters with death in my short time on his earth, but I never thought I would go like this. And no one would ever believe it if they found out.

The crew continues to work fruitlessly. "Hold on!" I yell. Everyone abandons what they were doing and grabs something sturdy. Barbossa laughs loudly like this is some kind of sick entertainment. We're almost over the edge.

I can't help thinking of all the things I didn't do. I didn't free my father. I had taken a vow to help him and failed. But I failed at other things too, right? I never got to marry Elizabeth, the only woman I could ever love. I wish she had been closer to me right now. I would tell her how much I loved her. Even if she still loved Jack, I would profess my love again and again to her.

Soon darkness overcomes my thoughts. If this is death, it's not that bad.

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