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Tortuga

Jack led Maisie down the dock towards the Black Pearl. Gibbs ran up and greeted them, rum bottle in hand. Maisie was so happy to get off of this crazy island and go find Erin. Her thoughts were interrupted by that voice.

"Captain Sparrow!" an annoying female voice called. Jack turned around for a second,

"Come to join me crew, lad? Welcome aboard!" Maisie elbowed him in the side.

"I'm here to find the man I love,"

Jack stopped in his tracks.

"I'm deeply flattered son, but my first and only love is the sea," Jack said, motioning 'throw him overboard' with his hand. Maisie stepped on his foot.

"And my dearest Maisie, of course!" Jack wrapped an arm around her shoulders.

"Meaning William Turner, Captain Sparrow."

Jack turned around and eyed the woman standing before him.

"Elizabeth?" He looked shocked. Maisie narrowed her eyes and huffed, crossing her arms. Jack turned back to Gibbs,

"Hide the rum," he whispered.

"You know these clothes do not flatter you at all. It should be a dress or nothing. I happen to have no dress in my cabin-nyeeah!" Maisie punched him in the side.

"You know I love you, darling..." He tried to smile despite the pain.

"Jack. I know Will came to find you. Where is he?"

"With Erin." Maisie glared.

"Who?"

"Darling, I am truly unhappy to have to tell you this, but through an unfortunate and entirely unforeseeable series of circumstances that had nothing whatsoever to do with me, poor Will has been press-ganged into Davy Jones's crew." Jack said.

"Davy Jones?"

"Yeah, Davy Jones. The dude with an octopus head who goes around kidnapping people's best friends and forcing them to work on his ship while he deals with his relationship issues...god, how can you be that stupid!" Maisie growled. Just then they heard Norry throw up, and they all looked at him in disgust.

"Oh, please! The captain of the Flying Dutchman?" Norry steadied himself on a nearby barrel.

"You look bloody awful. What are you doing here?"

"He looks bad 'cause Flat Face just let him sit in the pig crap."

"You hired me," Norry said matter-of-factly. "I can't help it if your standards are lax."

"You smell funny!"

"Flat Face's fault!"

"Jack! All I want is to find Will." Elizabeth said. Jack muttered 'I know' under his breath and then stopped and looked her in the eyes.

"Are you certain? Is that what you really want most?"

"Of course."

"Because I would think you'd want to find a way to save Will most." Jack said, placing a hand on her shoulder and leading her towards the gangplank. Maisie came up and slapped his hand off of Flat Face.

"And you'd have a way of doing that?"

"Duh! He wouldn't suggest it if he didn't!" Maisie said.

"Well..." Jack continued, "There is a chest."

"Oh, dear!" Norry said.

"A chest of unknown size and origin."

Pintel and Ragetti came up, carrying a crate of rum.

"That contains the still beating heart of Davy Jones!" Pintel said.

"Nyeeeheeyaaah!" Ragetti said in a very haunted voice, demonstrating the heart with his hand.

"And whoever possesses that chest possesses the leverage to command Jones to do whatever it is he or she wants, including saving brave William and Erin from their grave fate." Jack said. Maisie beamed at him, so happy he remembered Erin was over there too. Norry stumbled up,

"You don't actually believe him, do you?"

"How do we find it?"

Norry looked between them. Jack held up his finger and went to his belt.

"With this!" He said, holding up his compass. "My compass...is unique!"

"Unique here having the meaning of broken," Norry stated.

"True enough, this compass does not point north."

"Where does it point?"

"South, east, and west" Maisie said, glaring at Flat Face.

"It points to the thing you want most in this world."

"Oh, Jack!" Maisie stole her line, batting her eyelashes at Jack.

"Are you telling the truth?"

"Every word, lu-ak! Elizabeth." Jack said when Maisie elbowed him.

"And what you want most in this world is to find the chest of Davy Jones, is it not?" Jack said, placing the compass in Flat Face's hands. Maisie shot Jack a death-glare.

"To save Will!"

"By finding the chest of Davy Jones," Jack opened the compass lid, took Maisie's hand and darted away. Maisie pulled Jack close,

"I don't like it when you flirt with Flat Face." She said, making an adorable little pout. Jack smiled and gave her a little peck,

"You are the only one who catches my eye, luv. Let's see if Elizabeth's gotten a heading yet," Jack released Maisie's hand and snuck over to Flat Face.

"Mr. Gibbs!"

"Cap'n," Gibbs came over.

"We have our heading."

"Finally! Cast off those lines! Weigh anchor and crowd that canvas!" Gibbs called and hurried up the gangplank.

"Miss Swann," Jack offered for her to go up the gangplank ahead of him. Maisie came over and took his hand,

"Much better!" She leaned her head on his shoulder and they walked up the gangplank together.

"Welcome to the crew, former commodore!" Pintel said, handing a goat to Norry.

The Flying Dutchman (A/N: This game thingy they do makes no sense to me, so I'll try my best! And I've made my own little nicknames for the fish dudes)

They threw their dice and slammed down their cups, sliding them towards themselves.

"I wager...ten years," Hammerhead dude said.

"I'll match ten years!" Pufferfish stated.

"Agreed," Seaweed Hair nodded. They lowered their heads and tilted open their cups. Will and Erin watched intently. Erin was starting to get bored, and began playing with Will's hair.

"Wondering how it's played?" Bootstrap said, coming up behind them.

"Not really. Do you like it this way, or that way?" Erin said, moving Will's hair around. Bootstrap shot her a glance and she was quiet.

"I understand. It's a game of deception, but your bet includes all the dice, not just your own. What are they wagering?"

"Oh, the only thing we have: years of service." Bootstrap said.

"That's stupid. Why don't you guys like wager your barnacles or seashells or something?" Erin said, now in the midst of braiding Will's hair. Bootstrap shot her an evil glance.

"What are you doing?" Will said, turning around. Erin's eyes went wide and she let go of his hair.

"Braiding your hair," She said with a puppy dog face. Will gave her a little smile and turned around to continue with Bootstrap.

"So any crew member can be challenged?"

"Aye, anyone."

Will thought for a moment.

"I challenge Davy Jones."

Everyone stopped what they were doing and were quiet, looking at Will as though he were crazy. Bootstrap was about to say something when they heard heavy footsteps.

"Nice going, Orlando." Erin muttered, finishing the intricate braid. As the footsteps got closer, the fish dudes began laughing at Will. Jones stepped down from the stairs,

"I accept."

Will was shoved down to sit on a box while other fish dudes set up the game board. Will stood up when Jones came up.

"The stakes?" Jones asked.

"My soul. An eternity of servitude." Will said.

"No!" Bootstrap said.

"NO! Don't do it, Orlando!" Erin called. Jones continued,

"Against?"

"I want this," Will demanded, tossing down the piece of cloth. Jones took it and unfolded it, revealing the drawing. He scrunched it up and tossed it down.

"How do you know of the key?" He asked hoarsely.

"That's not part of the game, is it?" Will sat down. "You can still walk away."

Jones sat, one of his tentacles going into his beard and pulling out the key. Everyone gasped. They picked up their cups and shook the dice.

Oh no! Cliff hanger! Well, thanks for reading! I'll update soon!

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