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Hey peoples, I'm sorry it took me so long to update, I thought I lost this chapter and I had so much school work to do this month that I was up till like 4 am working on summatives! Thank god its over! And I got 100% on my law summative! Yay!

Anyways, I have no idea who is next to write a chapter, I bet its on my list but right now I'm not following it casue its been so long the person might have forgotten! So someone please write the next chapter! Just tell me on the review, you know what to do if you've done it before!

And thank you so much for writting this! I don't care if its short, at least its something and something good! Thank you thank you thank you!

Chapter 8

Jack ran down the shore to the boat. "Jar of dirt. Jar of dirt…" he picked up the jar, dumped some of the dirt out and put the heart in. As he finished one of Davy Jones' crew came up behind him he dodged the fish man's strike and picked up an oar.

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Elizabeth, Pintel, and Ragetti fought their way out of the forest and onto the shore. When they got halfway to the boat the giant wheel from earlier came out of the forest and ran over some of the fish men they were fighting. Everyone looked at it for moment then it slowed and fell down. Then the fight was on again, Elizabeth had both swords while the other two made a break for the boat.

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Will and Norrington stumbled out of the wheel. Will caught sight of the fighting and said, "Right!" and stumbled towards Elizabeth. Norrington however caught sight of the unguarded boat and made his way over. He rummaged around in Jack's discarded coat until he had the pardon papers, as he was doing so he noticed the dirt on one of the seats and followed the small trail to the jar of dirt. He opened the jar and put the heart in his shirt and closed the jar again. He then headed off back into the fray just as Pintel and Ragetti made it to the boat and put the chest in. They started pushing the boat out to sea when Will stopped them. They were quickly distracted by some of the nearby fish men. Will picked up the chest and noticed the key in the lock; Jack noticed and hit him over the head with the oar, knocking him out. The fish men cornered all of them near the boat, but Norrington drew off the fish men by grabbing the chest and running off towards shore. As the rest of them turned to boat and prepared to cast off Jack finally noticed something, or rather the absence of someone.

"Where's Harry?!" he shouted, as close to a panic as anyone had ever seen him. He turned to Pintel and Ragetti almost desperately.

"Ummm, we don't know?" they said hesitantly causing Jack's face to grow pale.

"Bugger!" He said as he continued climbing into the boat and the others followed his lead.

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Norrington ran through the forest, the fish men hot on his heels, until another fish man stepped into his path.

"Your bravery is wasted," the fish man said, "I shall pry the chest away from your cold, dead, hands."

Norrington looked around for a moment and then said, "Here you go," in a slightly higher voice than normal and threw the chest at the fish man in front of him, before running off into the forest again.

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"Ughhh," Harry moaned as he woke up, his head was pounding. He sat up and squeezed his eyes closed as his head spun. Eventually, he opened his eyes and carefully looked around. He was in a brig, he could tell that much but everything was covered in coral and seaweed, which made the floor he was laying on surprisingly soft but very gross not that he cared at the moment. Then he heard boot steps coming down the stairs, they weren't even spaced though so the person probably had a wooden leg, like Moody. The steps grew closer and Davy Jones came into sight. Harry scrambled to his feet as best as he could but was forced to grab onto the pillar in the center of the room for balance, his head was still thumping dully.

"Nice to see you awake, Harry," Davy Jones said, "and welcome aboard The Flying Dutchman." He had stopped just in front of the door and gazed at Harry, who was still having balance issues. Harry didn't say anything so he continued, "At this moment Sparrow has made it back aboard the Pearl and we are preparing to engage him." Harry looked at him for a moment, worry starting to seep into his expression and he glanced around looking for a porthole to look out of, he found one but all there was outside of it was dark blue water. He stumbled a bit away from the porthole before catching himself and turning back to Davy Jones with a look of horror adorning his face.

Jones didn't need for him to ask the question, he answered it anyway, "Yes, Harry, we are under water, usually I allow the water to come in because it doesn't effect my men but we don't want you to drown now do we?" Harry looked unsure for a moment but shook it off and asked, "You decide whether water comes into your ship or not?"

"Surely you've noticed this isn't an ordinary ship? I am the captain of this ship and I decide how much of anything comes onto my ship. That being the case, do you know why you're on this ship?"

"Because you want me here?" Harry responded, having recovered enough to start rebelling.

"Good boy, you've gotten the obvious answer correct. Think you can guess the other one?" Davy said smugly, refusing to be ruffled.

Harry narrowed his eyes and ground his teeth. He thought for a moment and then paled slightly, "To hurt Jack." he said quietly.

"Correct again. You're on a roll now," he taunted, "We will be returning to the surface shortly to confront Sparrow, why don't you think about the third answer while I'm gone." He laughed and then walked toward the wall opposite the brig and merged with it, leaving Harry to sink back to the floor. He distantly felt the ship start to rise as he thought about his most recent encounter with Davy Jones.

'He's going to attack Jack and the others! Why wouldn't he want to destroy me along with them? Why would he be interested in me? And why didn't I feel scared while he was here? He was obviously taunting me; I couldn't even bring my self to be angry with him. Bugger!!' As Harry was thinking the ship had breached the surface and he could see water streaming past the porthole, he could also see the Black Pearl. He rose to his feet and stumbled closer to porthole, his headache and the weakness in his body the last thing on his mind.

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Oooh! I wonder what will happen to Jack!... and all us fan girls probably have an idea why Jones wants Harry around, teehehehe.