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Kayla

Morning came, and Kayla woke up feeling confused and drowsy: it was as if she'd never slept. Then, she realized it was simply because the ship was swaying dangerously back and forth, and her stomach had begun to suffer from the movement. She frowned as she got up and saw that they were moving so much she was having a hard time keeping her balance. She gripped onto the bedpost to keep herself from falling over when a particularly nasty wave smashed itself on the side of the ship.

"What the hell is going on here?" she asked out loud, her head beginnning to spin.

She made her way, slowly, towards the door, and flung it open: no sooner had she done that, that a horrible, slashing gale almost flung her off her feet, as rain began to splatter inside the room. Kayla opposed her body to the icy wind and managed eventually to get outside and lock the door.

She knew this was no time to linger: apparently, they were in the middle of what looked like the worst storm the Pearl had ever seen, much worse than the one they'd had to face just a few days before. Kayla couldn't help but wonder if perhaps this was Davy Jone's way of warning her to stick to the plan and have no distractions.

Water was now pouring on her all around: sea water, mixed with rain, splashed on her body, and she was fighting to keep her visual clear. Ducking from the wind as best as she could, she stumbled across the deck, amongst the other pirates, all soaking wet and running back and forward, desperately trying to control the ship. The situation didn't look too good.

Suddenly, as she surfaced on the upper deck, Kayla gasped in shock: nobody was controlling the rudder! Without stopping to think, she sprinted forward at top speed and grabbed hold of it, surprised at how difficult it was to keep control: the force of the water was making it spin out of control, and Kayla had to use all her efforts to bring the ship back under control.

Just as she was about to give in, what with the water continuously pouring from all directions, the wind swishing her hair all around, and the gigantic waves that looked ready to make the ship sink, she heard running footsteps, and suddenly felt a pair of strong arms around her own, grasping the rudder tightly. She opened her eyes and looked behind her: it was Jack!

"CAPTAIN!" she yelled, her voice barely rising above the wind, "WHERE WERE YOU?"

"TRYING TO AVOID HAVING GIBBS FALL IN THE WATER!" he bellowed back, as Kayla stepped away leaving him total control of the rudder.

"WHAT DO I HAVE TO DO?" she asked him.

"GO BACK INSIDE!" he answered immediately.

Kayla frowned, "NO!"

"KAYLA!" he said in a warning tone, looking at her, "I DO NOT WANT TO REPEAT MYSELF, IS THAT CLEAR? I HAVE ABSOLUTELY NO INTENTION OF DRAGGING YOU BACK ON- WATCH OUT!" he flung himself forwards, crashing into Kayla and sending both of them hurtling across the deck, as one of the smaller masts came tumbling down right where Kayla had been standing not two seconds before.

Jack hit the deck and rolled over a couple of times, getting straight back up on his feet, and looking to see where Kayla had gone: he saw her, just as she slipped over the rail, plunging straight into the deadly ocean.

She screamed as she hit the water, resurfacing after a quick struggle, only to find herself back underwater, being pulled by the waves. She felt salted water fill up her lungs as she yelled.

"This is it," she thought, "I'm going to die!"

"KAYLA! KAYLA!"

Even across the storm, she could hear Jack calling out her name from the ship, which was rapidly moving away from her. She hurtled through the waves, wondering just how much she would survive and how long it would take her to drown.

Then, when she was back underwater, she was almost certain she saw a pair of yellow catlike eyes staring at her disapprovingly, before feeling a supernatural force push her upwards, straight out of the water: apparently, a wave was carrying her, and it was bringing her straight back to the Pearl. Sure enough, as the water began to wrap around itself, Kayla stumbled through it, before hitting something with her back. Opening her eyes, she felt the deck under her, and knew she was back on the ship.

Nonetheless, she couldn't move: the mere shock she'd had made it impossible for her to think about anything else rather than fear, so when she felt somebody pick her up in his arms she didn't object, and somehow she found herself being brought into a cabin and set on a warm, dry bed, where she began to hyperventilate.

"Shht, shhht darling," she heard Jack's cooing voice, sounding far off, "Everything's all right. Rest. Don't worry, you're all right. Calm down now, sleep. Sleep, luv."

And so, she fell asleep, allowing herself to drift off in her dreams, where she dreamt about Jack. At one point, she wasn't entirely able to tell reality apart from the dreams: she kept on seeing him standing besides her, besides the bed, holding her hand, occasionally brushing her cheek with his hand. She felt all of this, and then felt black.

Water was flooding in from everywhere. The ship was being pushed left and right, right and left, by the violent waves, that crashed amongst the troubled crew. Kayla ran across the deck, scared, looking for somebody, She spotted the person she was looking for, as he was trying to tie a rope around the main mast to keep one of the sails from breaking free.

"ERIC!" she called out above the howling wind, "ERIC!"

He finally heard her and turned around, but no sooner had their eyes met that Kayla saw it before it even hit: a huge wave crashed down upon him and swallowed him up. When the water faded away, he was gone, claimed by the sea. As Kayla stared in horror, she heard a great, evil laughter coming from nowhere, and exploding in unison with lighting.

"NO!" she yelled, desperately, "NO! NO! NO!"

Kayla awoke with a start, pulling herself up on the bed, and found herself in Jack's arms, as she breathed heavily, shaking. He just held her, and she didn't pull back.

"Nightmare," he whispered as he delicately stroke her back, "It was only a nightmare, luv."

Kayla wasn't able to control herself and burst into tears, slowly wrapping her arms around Jack and burying her face in his chest.

Jack let her calm down, and the only sound that could be heard was Kayla's suffocated sobs. Jack rested his chin on her head and just rocked her slowly back and forth.

Kayla's head was screaming at her, ordering her to let go of Jack and recompose herself, reminding her that she had to accomplish a plan – kill him – but she couldn't quite bring herself to do it.

Finally, she stopped crying and broke apart from Jack, who was wondering what Kayla had dreamt to make her feel so upset, but decided not to ask unless she decided to tell him.

"I'm sorry," she said softly, brushing away tears.

"Don't be, luv," he answered, smiling kindly, "Anybody can have a bad dream."

"How long have I been asleep?"

"Just a couple of hours," he said, "Just enough for the storm to be over. Perfect timing you've got," he winked.

Kayla smiled weakly, "I guess so," she said.

Suddenly, she noticed that there his left hand was tied up in a white cloth.

"What happened to you?" she asked, though she understood immediately,without his answer: he'd hurt himself falling on the deck.

He'd hurt himself…trying to save her.

Kayla felt terribly sorry and guilty.

"Oh, Jack," she said, running a hand on his own injured one.

"Don't worry, luv," he said, "It's just a scratch, really…"

They were silent for a moment before Jack asked:

"Do you think you can stand?"

"I suppose," she answered, slowly shifting her legs over the side of the bed. Jack was standing in front of her, offering both hands for support. Kayla stodd up and stumbled, but Jack catched her promptly.

"Slowly, luv," he said, "You've got weak ankles, remember?"

She looked at him and couldn't help but smile. Jack smiled back and helped her on her own feet. Then the two of them left the cabin and reappeared outside, where they were soon joined by Gibbs.

"Capt'n," he said, bowing his head slightly, "Everything under control?"

"Everything under control, Mister Gibbs," Jack repeated, "Carry on with…well, with whatever it is that you were doing."

As everybody followed his orders, Jack and Kayla began to look around, and noticed they were entering a rather peculiar landscape.

"Looks like things are about to change," murmured Jack, moving his head around.

Kayla did the same: they were beginning to be surrounded by big rocks, that stood grouped together, forming what seemed like a narrow passage. The sea was steadily becoming darker, turning into a shade of deep blue, like Kayla had never seen before.

She and Jack were leaning on the rail, looking down at the sea, that almost looked like a velvet carpet: they couldn't see the seafloor anymore. The smell of seaweed hung in the air. Suddenly, they were covered by a shadow, and both raised their heads. They hadn't noticed that the rocks had slowly begun to grow larger and taller, and that as they sailed onward, some of the other pirates had begun looking around as well, and with good reason: they had now entered what looked like a narrow passage, formed by towering rock walls, that left just enough space for the Pearl to pass.Nobody knew quite well whether to be amazed or scared, the walls were gigantic, and somehow the ship had slowly grown quiet. Jack, still gazing at one of the huge pile of boulders, slowly backed away from the side of the ship.

"Men," he almost whispered, "Two words: shut up."Indeed, he had eyed some precariously attached stones, and was sure that they would certainly fall down on them if anybody dared make a sound.

"What in the name of Hell is this place?" Mr. Gibbs dared to ask a few moments later.

"Gibbs!" Jack hissed in a warning tone, but Kayla answered for him: "Silent Valley."Both Jack and Gibbs turned to her with questioning looks."This is Silent Valley. It's the only way to get to – " she stopped for a second, forming the words in her head, in order to lie convincingly, " – get to the Treasure."

Jack nodded to show he'd understood, and they sailed on silently for about a half hour, before – to their great relief – they saw that the walls began to slip back towards the sea, and soon enought they were once again randomly scattered boulders, and they were able to see the sea around them once more. The landscape had changed, though: before they'd entered Silent Valley, the sun had been shining, and the air was clear around them, not to mention the water had been a wonderful turquoise colour. Now, however, the sky had become an eerie black, a thick fog was surrounding them, and the water was considerably darker than it had been before. Here and there, there were great jagged black rocks.

"We've entered," said Kayla solemnly.