Aaaah! Freaky Fish People!

By: SilverstartheWaterbender

Silverstar: Here's Chapter 7!

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Disclaimer: I don't own POTC or Toby, who belongs to Wolfen-Ways.

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Chapter Seven: Introducing…Squidy!

(Mary's POV)

I shivered with as the wind blew across thee deck of the Pearl. The entire crew was staring out at a rundown ship, broken in two and run aground on the rocks that looked just like the claw locations. "Hey you," I whispered to the waves. "Yeah you, Squidy. Get ready, 'cause here they come."

"That's it?" Toby shouted over the wind. "That's the mystical ship of Davy Jones, feared ruler of the seven seas?"

I said nothing, but smiled at him. Technically, it wasn't a lie. Hopefully, he and Will would take my smile for a 'yes.'

Apparently, they did. "She doesn't look like much," Will said skeptically.

"Neither do you," Jack retorted. "Do not underestimate her."

We looked expectantly at Gibbs. He said nothing, stubborn. I stepped on his foot, and Jack elbowed him. Gibbs yelped. "Sorry!" I said quickly. "It's very slippery on deck! My bad, Gibbs!"

Gibbs frowned at us, but said his line. "Must've run afoul of the reef."

"So what's your plan, then?" Jack asked.

Will and Toby exchanged a glance. "Toby and I row over, search the ship until we find your bloody key."

"What about the fish guys?"

"Huh?"

I sighed. "What if there are people on board who want to make life difficult?"

"Simple," Toby answered. "We cut them into pieces." They started walking towards their longboat.

"I like it," Jack said to me and Gibbs. "Simple, easy to remember!" Gibbs walked away, muttering and shaking his head.

"Your chariot awaits you, Sires!" Ragetti yelled, cackling. Will and Toby climbed down into the boat.

"Oi!" Jack called down. "If you do happen to get captured, just say Jack Sparrow sent you to settle his debt! It might save your life!"

"Or it will cause a rather unpleasant alternative," I muttered.

"Bon voyage!" Ragetti shouted as the boat moved away.

I turned to Jack. "Jack, I don't like this! So far as I can see, they'll be fine, but what if I'm wrong? What if they really do get hurt?" Tia's words haunted me, and she had a point; now that Toby and I were part of the plot, things could be different from the movie.

"No worries, luv!" Jack shouted back. "You've never been wrong before!"

"Sometimes I wish I could be," I said softly, staring out at the little boat, heedless of Jack's questions.

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(Toby's POV)

Shivering and soaked to the skin, Will and I climbed aboard the ship. "Dark and stormy nights," I muttered. "Why can't anything of importance happen during a nice sunny day?" Hey, I may be a werewolf, but I enjoy nice weather as much as the next guy.

Will shrugged. "Maybe we can ask Mary once we get back to the Pearl."

We combed the deck, searching for the key. Once it was confirmed that it wasn't there, I jumped to the other half of the deck, dragging Will along with me. Will stared at the gap. "Nice jump. I doubt any man could leap that far."

"Werewolf," I reminded him.

Through the storm, my sharpened hearing easily heard intense muttering and the pulling of rope. Looking around, I spotted a sailor trying to hoist one of the sails – it was too dark to see which. Will and I rushed over. "Sailor," Will said.

His only reaction was to mutter, "Hoisting the jibs, Captain's orders."

"Sailor!" Will said louder.

"Hey!" I shouted, waving my hand in front of his face. He looked at me, shocked. "Stop that," I told him. "The sails won't help you."

"Hoisting the jib. Bring up with a round turn." The metallic scent of blood reached my nostrils. Looking closer, I saw the man's arms were dripping with blood.

"There's no use, you've run aground," Will reasoned.

The man stared at us, a wild look in his eye. "No…beneath us…foul breath…"

CRASH!

I whipped around as something fell onto the deck. I grabbed the lantern and slowly approached it. It looked like a man, crawling onto deck.

"Hey!" Will called to him. "HEY!"

The man stopped crawling and lay still. I rushed over and turned him over. I gasped. His face had been sucked off.

"THAT'S IT; I'M GETTING OUT OF HERE!" I shouted in terror. The story of the Kraken in my head, I raced to the railing, Will at my heels.

Suddenly, there was a huge roar of water, and an enormous ship broke the surface of the waves. It was encrusted with barnacles, and a giant, gaping crocodile head took the place of the bowsprit.

Will and I climbed up onto the railing to get a closer look. I stared at it, more afraid than I had ever been in my life. "Oh…I'm guessing that's the Flying Dutchman."

"They tricked us," Will whispered.

"And what do you suppose gave that away?!"

Suddenly, there was a mixture of crunching, creaking, and cracking as a score of shapeless monsters rushed towards us, cutlasses drawn. On closer inspection, the monsters looked like a mixture between men and sea creatures. Disgusting.

The fish-men grabbed about half a dozen men from the ship. One of then turned to us. "Down on your marrowbones and pray!" he leered.

Will and I jumped off the railing and drew our cutlasses. I charged at the nearest monster and started slashing at his ribs. The monster blocked every blow, sending a jolt up my arm. This was unreal! I had never lost, and now I was being played with like some novice!

There was a sudden flash of light. Shielding my eyes, I saw Will's sword aflame. He must have lit it with the lantern oil.

Suddenly, I remembered the rule Barbossa had drilled into my head: "Never turn your back to your opponent." I turned around, but the monster slammed something down on to my head. Stars danced in front of my eyes, and I passed out.

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When I woke up next, Will, myself, and four other men were sitting against the railing. The other four looked as though Judgment Day had come.

"What's going on?" I muttered to Will. He shrugged.

Suddenly, I heard a heavy thumping. I turned lightly to see a man that looked like a hammerhead shark talking to a second figure, its features masked by darkness. "Six men still alive," the shark-man said. "The rest have moved on."

The figure stepped forward, and I sucked in my breath. His skin was a pale green, and his beard was made of tentacles. One of his hands was not a hand at all, but a lobster claw. The thumping I had heard had been from his barnacle-encrusted peg leg against the wood. Worst of all were the figure's eyes. Cold, cruel, and calculating, they looked like you were staring into Hell's fiery depths.

"Davy Jones," I breathed. It had to be.

Jones observed the line of men, and then slowly knelt in front of one. He lit his pipe and smirked at the sailor. "Do you fear death?" Jones asked, his voice layered with a cold accent I didn't recognize. The sailor nodded. "Do you fear that dark abyss?" The sailor nodded once more. "All your deeds laid bare, all your sins punished?" He leaned in a bit closer. "I can offer you…an escape."

"Don't listen to him!"

Jones turned to see the man next to the first staring back at him defiantly. The man was holding a rosary in his shaking hand.

Jones straightened and clutched the man's neck in his lobster claw. "Do you not fear death?"

The man's eyes bulged for want of air. "I'll take my chances, sir," he whispered.

Jones smiled at the monster guarding him. "To the depths." In one quick, fluid motion, the monster cut the man's throat and tossed him overboard. I cringed, trying to keep silent.

"Cruel blackguard!" One man hissed.

Jones looked at him. "Life is cruel. Why should the afterlife be any different?" He turned to the rest of us. "I offer you a choice: join my crew and postpone the judgment. One hundred years before the mast. Will ye serve?"

"I will serve," whispered one of the men weakly.

Jones mimicked the man's stuttering, and the crew laughed. He started walking away, but stopped as he reached Will and I. His eyes flashed with rage. "You two are neither dead nor dying! What is your purpose here?"

Will and I exchanged a glance. "Jack Sparrow sent us to settle his debt," Will said in one breath.

Jones raised an eyebrow. "What is your purpose here?"

"Jack Sparrow," Will repeated meekly.

"Sent us to settle his debt," I clarified.

Jones smirked. "Did he, now? I'm sorely tempted to accept that offer!" He stared out over the water to where the Pearl was anchored.

This could not be a simple welcome-to-my-crew thing. The whole lot on the Pearl were about to face the devil.

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(Mary's POV)

"Why do you keep breathing like that, luv?" Jack asked, peering through his spyglass.

I paused in my deep breathing. "I'm taking a few more breaths of fresh air before the smell of rotting fish arrives."

Jack smiled and looked back through the spyglass - just as Davy Jones and his crew materialized on board.

The crew screamed as the fish guys held them back. One tried to grab me, but I quickly drew my cutlass and pointed it at him. "One more step and you're sushi!" I threatened. The monster pulled out his own sword.

"Leave her," Jones growled, not taking his eyes off Jack.

"AAAAAH! TALKING SQUID!" I shouted exaggeratedly. Jones gave me a look. I gave him one right back. "What are you looking at?" Jones rolled his eyes and nodded to the fish guy. We flicked my cutlass away and held my arms behind my back.

"Hey! I still need that sword!"

Jones ignored me and turned back to Jack. "You have a debt to pay. You've been captain of the Black Pearl for thirteen years. That was our agreement!"

Jack took a step back. "Technically, I was only captain for two years, then I was viciously mutinied upon."

"Then you were a poor captain," Jones retorted, "but a captain nonetheless. Have you not introduced yourself all these years as Captain Jack Sparrow?" He did a poor imitation of Jack's swagger.

Suddenly, I noticed my sword a few feet off. I looked at my guard. He and the others were laughing at Jack. In one lightning-fast motion, I yanked my arms out of the fish guy's grasp, grabbed my sword, and launched myself at the nearest threat - Maccus.

I sliced open his shoulder. Maccus howled as seawater poured from the wound. I grimaced in disgust, and aimed for his heart.

I heard more laughter. Looking around, I saw the entire crew had formed a circle around me, swords drawn.

I smiled nervously but kept my sword pointed at Maccus. "Evening, gentlemen…or gentlefish, whatever you are."

Jones shoved through the circle. I pointed my sword at him, and he smirked. "Mary Anderson, do you fear death?"

I did not ask how he knew my name. "Is that a trick question?"

Jones scowled. "It's a simple yes or no answer. Do you fear death?"

I looked at the fish guys. "That depends. If I say no, will your fish guys kill me?"

Jones chuckled softly. "What do you think?"

I gulped, but before I could answer, Jack said in a loud voice, "You have my payment: one soul to serve upon your ship. I've even thrown in an extra soul. They're already over there."

Jones gave me one last, agitated glance before glaring at Jack. "One soul is not equal another!"

"Aha!" Jack said, getting ready to talk his way out of this. "So we've established my proposal is sound in principle. Now we're just haggling over price." I laughed, and the fish guys tightened their circle.

Jones blinked. "Price?" he echoed.

Jack lowered his voice. "Just how many souls do you think my soul is worth?"

Jones thought for a moment. "One hundred souls," he said finally. "Three days."

"You're a diamond, mate," Jack said, relieved. "Send me back the boys, I'll get started right off." He started walking away, but Maccus blocked his path.

"I keep the boys," Jones bargained. "A good faith payment. That leaves you only ninety-eight more to go."

Jack gaped in mock surprise. "Only one soul each? Come now, Toby Dicey is quite the hand before the mast. Not to mention he's a werewolf. Can you just imagine that sort of power? And have you not met Will Turner? He's noble, heroic, a terrific soprano…I think they're worth at least four each…maybe three and a half…" An idea came to Jack's head. "And did I happen to mention…Mr. Turner is in love? With a girl. Due to be married, betrothed. Dividing him from her and her from him would be only half as cruel as actually allowing them to be joined in holy matrimony. Eh?"

Jones had a faraway, sorrowful look in his eyes. "Aw, poor squidy," I crooned.

My voice seemed to snap Jones out of it. He glanced at me, and then at Jack. He had a smirk on his face. "Are you saying that a soul in love is worth more?"

Jack frowned. "Uh…yes?"

Jones smirked. "So with that logic, I'd be allowed to up the bidding on your soul?"

Jack's eyes widened. "I…I don't know what you're talking about." Both pirates glanced at me.

"You know," Jones drawled, "I could make it ninety-seven souls, and take your dearly beloved." He took a step towards me.

I took several steps back. "You can't be serious!"

Jones' smirk grew wider.

Jack rushed between us. "NO! I mean…um…I'll just gather up an extra …"

"I keep the boys, you keep the girl," Jones said, considering Jack's refusal the end of the argument. "Ninety-eight souls. But I wonder, Sparrow…can you live with this? Can you condemn two innocent souls, friends, to a lifetime of servitude in your name while you roam free?"

Jack pretended to think. "Yep. I'm good with it."

I groaned. "My God, Jack, that is so selfish."

Jack ignored me. "Shall we seal it in blood? I mean…ink?"

Jones grasped Jack's hand, and Jack gasped. "Three days," Jones reminded him, and let go of Jack's hand.

"Three days," the crew echoed and let go of the crew. With that, he and his crew vanished. Jack looked at his hand. The Black Spot was gone.

I took a step forward, but my knees, weak from fear, buckled. I fell to the ground, yelping in pain.

"You all right, luv?" Jack asked, rushing to help me up.

"You mean other than the fact that Jones almost recruited me, two of my friends are stuck on the Dutchman, and the entire Pearl smells like dead fish? Doing great! How about you?"

"Fine," Jack muttered. He looked me a long time, and then hugged me tight. I hugged him back, realizing how close I'd come to never seeing him again.

Jack reluctantly let go. "Er, Mr. Gibbs?"

"Aye?" Gibbs said in a rather high-pitched voice.

Jack looked at his hand again. "I feel sullied and unusual."

"Yeah, that's called guilt," I told him. "You just condemned Will and Toby to serve on Jones' crew for a hundred years!"

"And how do you intend to harvest these ninety-eight souls in three days?" Gibbs asked.

Jack smiled. "Fortunately, he was mum as to the condition in which these souls need be."

Gibbs smile, too. "Ah, Tortuga."

"Tortuga," Jack confirmed, wiping off the fish slime on Gibbs' shirt.

I smiled. "Hooray for loopholes!"

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Silverstar: Oooh, conflict! The next chapter brings back Lizzie, and the Elizabeth x Jack x Mary drama shall begin. R&R!