Chapter ten

"Don't."

Will looked over to Luna as she lay on the bench. "Pardon?"

"I wouldn't try to escape if I were you."

"And why is that, Lady Beckett?" Will wondered annoyed.

"Because Jack will see to it that you won't see the next morn."

A resounding click echoed in the small room.

"Suit yourself," Luna whispered as he headed out.

It was dark when Luna finally decided to check up on him.

Will sliced through the thick frayed rope he used to tie the body to a barrel. He paused only for a moment to observe the knife in his hand.

"You escaped the brig even quicker than I expected," Jack called from his spot on the figurehead. Will turned ready to fight, his rusted knife his only weapon. "William, do you notice anything?"

Will glanced about. And she too tried to figure what Jack was speaking off.

"Rather…" Jack began climbing down to Will's level, "do you notice something that is not there to be noticed?" Oh, how he had a way with words. Luna did quite enjoy it.

But he was right, something was off. She glanced around once again.

"You haven't raised an alarm," Will assumed.

Jack smiled. "Odd, isn't it? Not as odd as this." He pointed to the body. "Come up with this all by your lonesome, did you?"

Will shrugged. "I said to myself, 'Think like Jack.'"

"And this is what you came up with?" Luna wondered aloud.

Jack looked over at her, shocked. It dawned on her then. "You can see me?"

He nodded. Will followed his gaze. "What?" Will asked.

Jack dismissed the question and pointed to the body again. "This is what you've arrived at. Lead Beckett to Shipwreck Cove so as to gain his trust…accomplished your own end? It's like you don't know me at all, mate."

Will sighed and dropped his arm.

"And how does your dearly beloved feel about this plan?"

William looked away quickly.

"Ah," Jack continued to walk down. "You've not seen fit to trust her with it." He hopped down and Will shied away from him.

"I'm losing her, Jack," Will says. "Every step I make for my father is a step away from Elizabeth."

Jack shook his head. "Mate, if you chose to lock your heart away, you'll lose her for certain. If I might lend a machete to your intellectual thicket," he replied as he swaggered towards Luna, "avoid the choice all together. Change the facts. Let someone else dispatch Jones." He smiled devilishly at her.

"Who?"

She rolled her eyes, the boy was so naive.

Will turns to see Jack trying to look as innocent as possible. "You?"

Smirking, Jack walked back over to Will. "Death has a curious way of reshuffling one's priorities. I slip aboard the Dutchman, and find the heart, stab the beating thing, your father's free from his debt, you're free to be with your charming murderess."

"Murderess; yes. Charming; no," Luna mumbles under her ghostly breath.

"And you're willing to cut out your heart and bind yourself to the Dutchman..." Will wonders, "forever?"

"No, mate," Jack contradicts. "I'm free forever. Free to sail the seas beyond the edges of the map. Free from death itself."

Will leaned in close, an evil smile gracing his face. "You have to do the job though, Jack. You have to ferry souls to the next world. Or end up just like Jones." He ran a hand through his imaginary tentacle beard.

Jack groaned and messed with his very real braided beard. "I don't have a face for tentacles. But immortal has to count for something, eh? Oh!" He reached down to untie his compass from his belt and handed it to Will.

"What's this for?" Will asks observing it.

"Think like me," Jack says simply. "It'll come to you." Jack took one sure step and breathed in Will's face causing the poor whelp to fall off the ship. Jack pushed the barrel and body off as well. "My regards to Davy Jones!" he called saluting him.

Luna sauntered over to him, her arms crossed, less than happy.

"What?" he asked, moving around her.

"Why didn't you tell me you planned on killing Jones?" she wondered.

"Why didn't you tell me you were married?"

She shrugged. He had a point. She should have told him. "He's dead, Jack. My first husband. He was killed. By one of my current husband's men, I've come to find out."

He sighed and turned to her. "Fate has a twisted sense of humor."

She frowned. "I do, don't I?"

"Who was he?" he questioned.

As she opened her mouth to answer, a sharp call pulled her back to her body.

"What did you get yourself into now?" Barbossa asked his daughter.

"Nothing I can't handle."

He chuckled and leaned on the bars. "Your best friend is now your enemy. You're married to the enemy. And your husband has your mother and her family locked up in prison."

Luna shrugged. "All part of the plan."

"Not you too."

A/n: I missed this weekend, but I was busy painting this close up of a dahlia for my grandmother. I'm still not finished though. I'll have to work on it this weekend.

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Lyra