A/N: Oh my freaking gosh I am so sorry! I am SOSOSOSOSO sorry I haven't been updating! I could make a million excuses, with are totally true, but I decided not to but then I changed my mind...one, I went to camp, came home and found my dad took my internet cord so I couldn't go on the internet on my computer, which is where this story is saved. Then I went to Montana for a week, still didn't have any chances, came back, my dad wouldn't give the cord back, saying I didn't need it, but now I have a little removeable drive thingy-majigg I can't remember what its called...and I'm using my mom'mini laptop to finish these chapters and upload them.
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Chapter six
Adelaine screamed and threw a small stool against the door, knocking against it with a pleasing thud. She flung herself off the bed and ran to the door, banging on it with her fists and screaming and crying. She wiggled the knob, but all in vain. She was locked in.
"Ugh! You bastards!" she screamed, kicking the door, but went back to crying and sitting in the fetal position on the bed.
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On deck, everyone was staring at Will like he was some strange, alien. Jack emerged from his cabin as quickly as he went in, and waltzed back over to the crew.
"Good, now that that'ssettled—" but was cut off with a loud, "YOU BASTARDS!" coming from beyond the door. Jack raised an eyebrow and turned to Will.
"Does she do that often?" Will shook his head, white lines from a few tears creasing down his cheeks.
"She's never done it before. She's always so calm." Gibbs shuddered.
"I knew it was bad luck to bring a woman aboard." Pintel rolled his eyes.
"Oh shut up. Adelaine's a right nice lass and you all know it too! She's just probably goin' through that phase that the women take n'all." He received a few odd looks that clearly said 'you pervert', but no one said anything.
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Adelaine was thrown off the bed in a rather rough manner, and she opened her eyes to give whoever woke her up from her slumber a nice whipping. But, there was no one there. She groaned and rubbed her temple, figuring they took a hard turn. Adelaine lifted her head up to look out a nearby porthole, and realized the sky was darkening. Then remembrance of what happened earlier snapped back to her, and she immediately felt ashamed. She crawled over to the door, and knocked on it, not bothering to get up.
"Jack," she called, but got no answer. "Jack can I please come out now?"
Nothing.
"I'm sorry for earlier. I'm better now, I think. I promise I won't assault anybody. Will you please just let me out?"
The door opened to reveal Jack, towering above her, looking down at her and scrutinizing her face to reveal any signs of hostility. Adelaine picked herself off the floor and managed a weak smile, not meeting his gaze. He stepped aside, and she darted past him and into the gaze of 6 pairs of eyes. She looked up to see Will gazing at her rather sorrowfully, but she managed a small glare and turned away. Jack returned from the door and went to stand at the helm. They stopped the Pearlsomewhere in a dense swamp, and lowered the rowboats from the side and plopped themselves into them. The first one, Adelaine realized, was occupying both Jack and Will, and since she did not want to be in the company of either of them at the moment, she went towards the second, carrying Pintel and Ragetti. They smiled at her, and Pintel held a hand up to help her down. Adelaine smiled back and settled herself in. At least they were decent enough to give her kind looks. They rowed through the swamp at a rather slow pace, and Adelaine caught snitches of a conversation between Will and Gibbs in the other boat.
"Why is Jack afraid of the open sea?" Will asked.
"Well, if you believe such things, there's a beast does the bidding of Davy Jones. A fearsome creature with giant tentacles that suction your face clean off and drag an entire ship down to the crushing darkness. The Kraken. They say the stench of its breath is... ooh," Gibbs responded, shuddering. "Imagine, the last thing you know on God's green earth is the roar of the Kraken and the reeking odor of a thousand rotting corpses." Even from her spot, Adelaine saw Ragetti and Pintel cower and cross themselves.
"And the key will spare him that?"
"Now that's the very question Jack wants answered. Bad enough even to go visit... her."
Adelaine did not like the sound of that, no. Not at all. They soon parked the boats at a small landing, and Jack stepped onto the dock, grinning.
"No worries, mates. Tia Dalma and I go way back. Thick as thieves. Nigh inseparable we are. Were. Have been. Before."
Gibbs chuckled. "I'll watch your back." Despite the short note of consolation, Jack shuddered.
"It's me front I'm worried about. Mind the boats." Gibbs turned to Will. "Mind the boats." Will turned to Ragetti. "Mind the boats." They passed it all the way down until it was just Cotton and Adelaine, and she muttered "Mind the boats," and ran inside. Upon entering, she just narrowly dodged a swinging bottle of eyeballs smacking into her forehead. The room was small enough, with jars of various animal parts and unmentionables dangling from every inch of space. Even the dark mahogany table was cluttered with junk. A tall, dark skinned woman with black dreadlocks and almost black teeth grinned broadly from her perch in the corner.
"Jack Sparrow."
Jack grinned weakly and held his arms out. "Tia Dalma." Tia stepped forward, and Adelaine got a good look at her brown, raggedy dress and wrinkled her nose slightly.
"I always knowed the wind was going to blow you back to me one day," Tia stated, walking towards Jack but noticing Will. "You. You have a touch a' destiny about you. William. Turner." Will raised his eyebrows. "You know me?" Tia grinned slyly and leaned forward.
"You want to know me?"
It was Adelaine's turn for her eyebrows to shoot sky high. Jack stepped between them, waving his arms.
"No! No, there will be no knowing here." Before he could speak again, Tia's attention was turned to Adelaine.
"You." She stepped forward, and Adelaine leaned back slightly, not sure she wanted this strange woman's attention.
"Um…yeah. Me. Uh…hi?" she smiled faintly and eyed the approaching Tia Dalma.
"Aww, such a be-a-utiful child," Tia said smoothly, placing her hands on Adelaine's cheeks. Her smile instantly disappeared. "You ha' been in da midst of a great many misfortunes child." Adelaine snorted and rolled her eyes.
"Don't tell me something I know already," she said, looking pointedly at Will who cowered behind Gibbs. Tia took her hands from Adelaine's cheeks and snatched her arm instead, yanking up the sleeve of her billowy shirt.
Everyone in the room gasped.
Visible, there was pale white skin, a faint tattoo of a small anchor, a small nick of where she accidentally pricked herself with a knife, and a long, large, jagged criss-crossing of creamy white lines, whiter than her skin. Adelaine closed her eyes and bit her lip. She didn't want to look at it. It was only a reminder of her loathed husband, carving his knife into her arm to 'teach her a lesson'. Tia pulled up the rest of the sleeve, and tucked it into Adelaine's collar, revealing the rest of the tangled mess of lines. Adelaine jerked her arm away and roughly pulled her sleeve down over it. She glared at all the wide eyed faces the crew was giving her.
"Stop gapin' at me like that! I ain't on display for yer enjoyment!" she snapped, and they abruptly shut their mouths and turned away, not wanting to be a victim to any more attacks. Jack cleared his throat and turned to Tia Dalma.
"We've come for help and we're not leaving without it." Tia set her mouth in a grim line and put her hands on her hips.
"You know I demand payment."
Jack grinned merrily and whistled for a round thing covered in a tarp that they had brought over, and unveiled it, revealing Barbossa's old monkey. Jack pulled his pistol out and shot it, only getting a screech. He grinned happily at Tia.
"Look! An undead monkey! Top that!" Tia chuckled and reached for it.
"That'll do." She then unfastened the metal door and the monkey scurried out with a screech, much to the dismay of the crew.
"Oi! It took us forever to catch that thing!" Gibbs complained.
"The payment is fair," Tia said, ignoring him. Will stepped forward and tossed a folded cloth onto the desk. "We're looking for this." Tia looked up and fixed Jack in the eye.
"The compass you bartered from me, it cannot lead you to this?" Jack stuck out his chin and squinted his eyes.
"Maybe. Why?"
Tia laughed. "Aah. Jack Sparrow does not know what he wants. Or do you know but are loath to claim it as your own. Your key go to a chest. And it is what lay inside the chest you seek. Don't it?" At the mention of the chest, everyone perked up.
"What's inside?" Gibbs asked, shoving Pintel out of his way.
"Nothing bad I hope," Ragetti mumbled, crossing himself again. Amidst the hustle and bustle, Adelaine noticed the piece of cloth Will had tossed onto the table. On it was the drawing of a key, one grey/black hoop on one end and two wires coming out of it, shaped like flags and turned away from each other. Adelaine had been on the sea long enough to know exactly what it went to.
"The heart of Davy Jones," she mumbled, but loud enough for the others to hear. The noise stopped, and everyone simultaneously turned to fix her in their gaze with the soft rustling of garments. Adelaine eyed them all warily, inching closer to the exit. Tia was the only one who grinned, and she did it quite broadly.
"You know of Davy Jones, yes? A man of the sea. A great sailor. Until he run afoul of that which vex all men." Adelaine's attention was brought to Jack, just as he slipped something into his pocket.
"What vexes all men?" Will asked, and it was official that Adelaine thought he was a complete moron.
"A woman, dingle head," she said, leaning forward on the table. "You, of all people, should know that." she narrowed her eyes at him as she finished her sentence. Tia Dalma interrupted the awkward silence.
"A woman. He fell in love."
Adelaine was too caught up in examining the room and all of its oddities that she didn't notice Jack send a look her way when Tia said this.
"No no no no, I heard it was the sea he fell in love with," Gibbs disagreed. Tia waved him off with a flick of her hand. "Same story, different version and all are true," she said quickly. "See it was a woman as changing, and harsh and untamable as the sea. He never stopped loving her. But the pain it caused him was too much to live with. But not enough to cause him to die."
"So what did he put in the chest?" Will asked. Tia smiled at him and put a hand on her breast.
"Him heart."
Pintel snorted. "He couldn't live, putting his heart in a chest. Could he?"
"It was not worth feeling what small, fleeting joy life brings. And so, him carved out him heart, lock it down in a chest, and hide the chest from the world. The key he keep with him at all times."
Will frowned and turned on Jack. "You knew this." He just smiled broadly and waved his arms about in that peculiar manner that Adelaine found just so interesting.
"I did not. I didn't know where the key was. But now we do. So, all that's left is to climb aboard the Flying Dutchman, grab the key, you go back to Port Royal and save your bonnie lass, aye?" Tia narrowed her eyes at him.
"Let me see your hand."
His grin dropped, and he hesitated for a moment before holding out his left hand. Tia frowned.
"The other one," she said more firmly. Jack hesitated longer this time, but reluctantly held out his right hand, in which the palm was wrapped in an unstained bandage. Tia pulled his hand to her and slowly unbound it, but when she did, a black-ish blue-ish spot covered his entire palm. The crew gasped and back away.
"The Black Spot!" Gibbs dusted himself off, turned around, and spat on the ground after he made a complete circle. Ragetti and Pintel shuddered and followed his ritual. Adelaine, however, squinted and leaned forward, so that her face was almost brushing against his hand.
"Can I, touch it?" she asked. Jack quickly pulled his hand back and rewrapped it again, shaking his head violently. Tia mumbled something to herself and went into a back room and sounds of crashing and things hitting the ground could be heard. She returned carrying a large jar which looked to be containing a lot of sand, and handed the jar to Jack, who squinted at it with much distaste.
"Dirt. This is a jar of dirt."
"Yes."
"Is the jar of dirt going to help?"
Tia frowned and leaned in. "If you don't want it, give it back." Jack whimpered and pulled away, clutching the jar to his chest, all amount of distaste gone. "No!"
Tia grinned and stood normally. "Then it helps."
"It…seems we have a need to find the Flying Dutchman," Will stated. Tia only grinned.
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