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They found a sparkling, white strip of sand that seemed to be a poor excuse of an island to parlay on. Both parties landed on opposite ends, so it took a while to meet up. But once they did, they silently regarded each other.

Cutler Beckett, Davy Jones, and Will Turner were on one side, while Elizabeth Swann, Hector Barbossa, and Jack Sparrow were on the other side. "You be the cur that led these wolves to our door." Barbossa said, directing this to Will.

"Don't blame Turner, he was merely a tool of your betrayal." Beckett explained coolly. "If you wish to see its grand architect… look to your left."

In silence, Elizabeth and Barbossa did as Beckett told them, and coincidentally, they found Jack standing there innocently. She looked to the left as well, but found no one. However, she looked back to find two pairs of eyes on her, both full of disappointment. "Me? My hands are clean in this. Figuratively." She said defensively.

"My actions were my own, to my own purpose. Jack had nothing to do with it." Will stated.

"There! Listen to the tool." Jack said, grinning victoriously.

Elizabeth frowned. "Will, I've been aboard the Dutchman… I understand the burden you bear. But I fear that cause is lost."

"No cause is lost if there is but one fool left to fight for it."

A moment of contemplating silence passed.

"If Turner was not acting on your behalf, then how did he come to give me this?" Beckett asked, a little smug. He raised a familiar compass, something that Jack normally always had on her. Jack cringed slightly at the sight of her beloved object. "You made a deal with me, Jack, to deliver the pirates… and here they are. Don't be bashful; step up and claim your reward."

Beckett tossed the compass back to her. She easily caught it. "And what reward does such chicanery fetch these days?" Barbossa asked.

"Her." Beckett said, gesturing to Elizabeth. "When cannon smoke clears and the brethren slaughtered, off he sails on the Pearl, Elizabeth in his arms, and the blame dead square upon his rival."

"Even if that was my plan… and I'm not admitting anything… there's not a tinker's chance of it coming off anymore." Jack said, but then she glanced at Elizabeth. "Is there?"

"There never was." Beckett reprimanded.

"Your debt to me must still be satisfied. One hundred years in servitude aboard the Dutchman… as a start." Jones said. Just the sound of his voice sent shivers up Jack's spine. She never liked to talk about debts with anyone, especially Davy Jones.

"The debt was paid." She said sternly. Then, a little more brightly, "With some help."

"You escaped." Jones seethed.

Elizabeth piped in before they could continue their argument. "There's no better end for Jack Sparrow than bilge rat aboard the Flying Dutchman. I propose an exchange. Will leaves with us… and you can have Jack."

"Done." Will said.

Realizing just what Elizabeth said, Jack's eyes widened with shock and horror. "Not done."

"Done." Beckett said, slightly surprised.

Jack frowned. "Elizabeth, I thought we were friends. You're condemning me. Again."

Barbossa felt a pang of anger when he turned to Elizabeth. "Jack is one of the Nine Pirate Lords! You have no right."

Elizabeth smirked. "King."

He wordlessly backed off, with a grim expression. Jack curtsied, while doffing her hat to them in a show-like manner. "As you command, your nibs." She started to cross the sand toward Beckett, but Barbossa stopped her by grabbing her shoulder and whirling her around.

"Blaggar!" He pulled his sword out, making Jack slightly panicked.

Jack tried to escape him, but he was just too strong. The circlet coin that she had beaded into her hair had dropped to the ground, and without a moment to lose, the monkey came around and picked it up. She completely forgot that they brought Jack the monkey with them.

She lifted her eyes from where the coin was, to Barbossa. "If you have something to say, I might be saying something as well." He said, sheathing his sword.

"First to finish, then." Jack said.

Eventually, Will and Jack complete the trek across the sand. Jack moves to stand next to Beckett, trying to avoid Jones. However, Beckett noticed her distraught, and sidestepped, making a spot for her to stand in between him and Jones.

Jones leaned down to her, so they were face-to-face. Jack could feel the water from the wringing tentacles on his face. "Do you fear death?" As he spoke, water occasionally sprayed into her face.

She didn't want to deal with him right now, so she inched away. "You have no idea."

Beckett addressed Will, Elizabeth, and Barbossa. "Advise all your 'Brethren': you can fight, and all of you will die. Or all of you can not fight, in which case only most of you will die."

"You murdered my father." Elizabeth seethed.

"He chose his own fate." Beckett stated.

"And you've chosen yours. We will fight… and surely you will die." She stated grimly.

Beckett pursed his lips into a thin line. "So be it."

Jack very much detested the Flying Dutchman, and especially its captain, the reason of her demise, Davy Jones himself. He's the solid reason why she's got trust issues. But, everything was going along with her plan, and she very much liked it that way.

She was thrust into the cell, in the brig of the Flying Dutchman. Oysters and Barnacles littered on the walls, moss and mold made everything seem a little green. "Bravo!"

Jack whirred her head to the right, to find an exact copy of herself. She leaned against the bars. "You have arrived aboard the Flying Dutchman as per overall scheme."

"Oh, yes, bravo!"

Another Jack had appeared on her left. "Except for this little sojourn in the brig, it's utter clockwork."

Right Jack stated, "But we've got momentum on our side!"

Sudden movement and cracking coming from the wall received attention from the three Jacks. A fourth popped off the wall, seeming to be part of the ship. Her brain remained exposed. "Stab the heart!" Her voice sounded old and frail. "Step foot ashore but once every ten years. But if you're in the brig, then who's to stab the heart?"

Left Jack said, "It does seem to put immortality a bit out of reach."

"Poppycock." Right Jack muttered.

"Poppycock?" Jack asked.

"She's never said 'poppycock'." Left Jack stated matter-of-factly.

"I've never even thought of 'poppycock'." Jack said, feeling exasperated.

"Just then, you did."

"I did not-"

A sharp pain shot through their heads then. The three of them held their heads and yelled in pain. Then they turn to see the Jack in the ship. For some reason, she was poking and prodding at the brain. This was going to be a long night.

"The whelp." Jack said.