A/N: Someone's waiting for a kiss I see... well,

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Chapter 9

At a moment like this, seeing a ship like that was the worst thing that could possibly have happened. Davy moved quickly to Tia Dalma, who had by now seen the ship, and was contemplating what they should do.

"It's the British" Tia said.

"I know" Davy replied…

"Do they know who we are? Will they attack us?" She asked

"If they know we're the Flying Dutchman, they will want us dead." Jones told her, "You have to go below Tia, if there is battle, I do not want you caught up in it."

She frowned, "But Davy, If the ship is captured, or destroyed, I will be no better off than if I am dead. You cannot put me down there, I will not go even by your request." She argued, anxiety was growing between the two as they realized they were in a very real path of war.

"Tia, this is not the time for-"

"No Davy, this is the time for me to stay." she told him, "Now, do we f…" She looked up to the sails. The Flying Dutchman didn't fly any colors." Do we have flags?" she asked him. Davy looked to her, then to the enemy ship,

"You mean to fly British Colors so as to fool them?"

"Aye" she answered, "where are the flags?"

"Well if Jack Sparrow hadn't destroyed everything in my quarters I would know where to find one."

"What?" Tia asked.

"My room was ransacked, everything is ruined."

"And you're sure it was Jack Sparrow?" Tia asked.

"Who else would go in there and take the compass, but leave everything else of value?"

A huge wave of anger flashed through Tia's dark eyes, and she let go of the wheel. "I'll kill'im." She stormed across the deck and into the passage down. Davy would have stopped her, but since he wanted her down there any way, he didn't try to stop her. The rest of the crew were on their way up, since most of them had spotted the ship through one window or another, but Tia didn't spot Jack any where, until she entered the hold, discovering that the floor was covered in a thin layer of water. There must have been a leak somewhere, but that was the least of her worries. "JACK!" she called furiously, she swore that when she got her hands on him she'd strangle the very breath from his lungs.

And there he was, staggering back and forth like a man who'd spent the whole night drinking, with that bloody compass held out in his right hand, walking in every direction that the needle pointed. Tia crossed her arms and leaned against the doorframe,

"Jack Sparrow don't know what he wants." Tia said, giving him an icy stare.

Jack nearly dropped the compass, having jumped out of his skin upon the surprise of hearing her unexpected voice. He closed it, pocketed it, and stared at her.

"How do you even know how that thing works?" She asked him,

"Oh come on luv, ye really think I'd miss a bit of news like this? And accordin' ta this thing, my ship lays somewhere in…" he pointed his finger left, then right, then her way…" Now that doesn't make any sense…" he muttered.

"Give me the compass Jack" Tia said, "It isn't yours."

"Who ever said I gave a second thought towards givin' back what wasn't mine?" he asked, and continued searching for what he wanted most, A SHIP OF HIS OWN!

"If you don't give it back I'll blacken your other eye." she threatened.

"Thanks fer warnin' me luv" he said, "I'll 'ave ta watch me back… er, me front… er…"

She scowled at him, and lunged in his direction, slamming him against the wall, and making to punch him in the face like she threatened, only to have her readied arm caught by a very swift left hand. Now, staring her seriously in the eye, he held both her arms in front of her, and pulled her up to him,

"I saw the way you two were 'oldin' each other…"

She struggled in his arms, still trying for the compass, cringing from the whole situation. "If he saw you doing this to me he'd kill you."

"nah, uh, Tia, 'e wouldn't 'old a finger ta me with you at my mercy like this." Then Jack stopped, let go of her, but grabbed her by the arm.

"What are you doing?" she demanded angrily.

"Gettin my ship." he replied, and pulled her out of there.

When they both reached the deck, that ship was so close Tia could see the powdered faces of the well-to-do soldiers on the other side. Where was Davy? She frantically searched, he wasn't there… what had happened?

"Where's Davy?" she whispered.

Jack smirked, "Ye think 'e'd stick around'n'let the crew on the other side see 'im? This isn't war yet luv, but I'd wager at least one a those men on the other side'd recognize Davy from experience or word a mouth, and then there'd be a fight."

Tia sighed to herself… now she didn't want to be on deck. Where was he? "Jack, let go of me, let me find him!" She begged.

"Now now luv, no one ever said this would be fair, or easy."

"LET GO!" She cried, pulling from him, but he was just too strong. She sighed, she wanted to keep fighting him, she wanted to free herself… where was he? Was Jack right? Or had Davy been captured?

"Let her go." Came a voice from behind them. Tia turned her head happily to finally see Davy unharmed.

Jack chuckled in his usual way. "You think I'm goin' to do ye that favor so easily?"

Davy rolled his eyes, "Is this about yer bloody ship?" he asked.

"Yes this is about my bloody ship! First I tell ye she's a woman… that isn't good enough fer yer bloody standards, then you go and 'ave yer way with 'er… is that still not good enough? Well, I'm sorry Davy Jones, but I've been put to shame, beaten by a woman, and forced to live in the smelly quarters of petty crew men, all within the few days I've been on this stinkin' ship, now Yer gonna give me the ship I want, or I'm gonna throw the lady overboard!"

Tia cried out with the way Jack was holding her arm… mercilessly, painfully. The expression she was shooting him was breaking his heart already, and the damned British were preparing cannons!

"PREPARE THE CANNONS!" Davy ordered, and the crew scurried to their allotted positions.

"Let her go." he demanded, Tia cried again. Jack was twisting her arm behind her back…
"Ye'll come around sooner or later. Oh, and lass, I rather think ye'd deserve this after the whole… eye… thing."

"I'll show you what you deserve when I get use of both my arms." she spat angrily.

"FINE!" Davy shouted. "Ye'll get yer bloody ship." he said. Jack grinned, and let the girl go. In moments she was in Davy's arms again,

"We have to get out of here…" she told him. "We cannot stay… Davy we have to kill all of them, if we don't they'll go back and get more ships."

Davy looked down at her, "I wouldn't worry Tia, We'll be chased regardless, but no navy ship has ever escaped the Kraken." Tia reached for the necklace she wore, and smiled remembering.

"So where is the Kraken?" she asked.

"She's on her way."

Jack's face wrinkled in an expression of self pity and disgust. He didn't know whether to be jealous or grossed out by that public display of affection. With her head against Davy's chest and his arms shielding her, she glared over at Jack, how he could ever treat a woman in such a way was just horrible.

Jack crossed his arms… "So.. Where's the ship?" he asked. Davy looked over to the other one. "When the Kraken's done with it, ye can 'ave it." he said.

Jack frowned, "What's this? Ye mean ta give me a broken down piece of drift wood?"

"Aye Jack, You never said what kind of ship you wanted, I could lend you a row boat if I wanted to… but I'll be nice."

Jack slowly exhaled, and pulled out his pistol. "That's not the way these things work Jones." he said madly, then pulled out the compass. "I'll get a brand new ship… or the compass is goin' over board, back down t'the Gods where it came from, and then I'm sure they'll be glad ta know who it was that stole it!"

Tia looked up at Davy with questioning eyes, then back to Jack.

"I know all about this thing luv.." he told the girl, "I was raised near fisherman, sailors, story tellers, the real deal. Don't think fer one minute I 'aven't known about this pretty little trinket me whole life…"

Davy rolled his eyes. "Jack, your a bloody moron! That's a myth, I've had that compass since I met the devil." he said, "It wasn't stolen,"

Jack frowned, "I've never 'eard a that version, and I'd love t'stay and chat, but…" he looked behind him, and now he faced a pistol, ready to go off. He ducked just in time, and the man on the other side who pulled the trigger aimed right in the path of Tia Dalma.

But he missed, only by a little. Tia held back a cry of fright, then frowned. "Give me a pistol."

"No Tia, you're not to fight."

"OH! For crying out loud Jones!" She hollered, "Enough of this rubbish! Give me the…" Before she could finish, the floor of the ship began to shake… and everyone on the Flying Dutchman looked down at their deck, but so did the men on the British ship. In fact, they were shaking more than Davy's ship was. "It's her" Tia smiled. Jack frowned,

"Her? What? Who?" he asked.

"Ye'll see." Tia grinned, and watched the very slimy arms of the sea monster slowly rise above the surface of the water, and slither up the wooden hull of the enemy ship. The men on the other side had no clue what was going on… Jack looked just as bewildered as they did, although he must have been significantly more grateful that he wasn't on that ship over there. But now, as the Kraken made to take the ship down with her, the back of the Navy ship banged into the back of the front of the Flying Dutchman, providing a bridge for Navy soldiers to climb over onto the Dutchman. The first to come over was the Navy's captain.

"Oh bleedin' 'ell." Jack muttered to himself, honestly how could men be so stupid? Well… If it were Jack, he would have taken a boat onto the water, rowed away and watched the Kraken take down the ship, he would not have jumped over to the enemy… but now he was provided with everything he needed at the moment…

Fleeing men flooded over the side of the ship onto the other like rum into a bottle. Davy struggled with Tia to try and get her below, still she would not go, but to Jack, those two were the least of his problems. Not only did he face troubles with Davy, he now faced troubles with the King of England… or Queen… or whoever was bloody ruling over there at the time. So, how do you weasel your way out of a bad situation? Find something to bargain with. In this case, it was their captain.

"Get back on the other ship or I'll shoot the man, and then first mate!" Jack grabbed the captain by his puffy white hair, and when that came off, he grabbed him by the collar of his spiffy navy uniform, and held the loaded pistol to the man's head, pulled down the back lever, and prepared to fire, although taking time to brush his hand off and shiver at the pile of white hair soaking up sea water on the Flying Dutchman's deck. "I never thought I'd see the day I'd 'ave me 'ands all over another man… but, er, see, all's fair in love and war" He said with false pity. "Now Jones… my ship, if you'd be so kind." he said. Jones closed his eyes, and sighed. Tia frowned,

"In the midst of all this, you're still after that bloody ship?" she asked.

He nodded, "Aye, luv." he said… "Jones?"

"Alright!" he hollered, and from beneath the sea came a tremor so fierce that the Kraken fell into the waters, frightened.

"This will cost you Jack." Jones said with mourning in his voice.

"Cost me what?" he asked cautiously.

The man at the mercy of Jack's pistol started whimpering as the Kraken came back to consume what was left of the Royal Navy's ship. Instead of shooting him, Jack bashed him over the head with the other side of the pistol, and he fell down unconscious.

"Why didn't you kill him?" Tia questioned.

"Because there'd be no use in that right now." Jack said. "Now tell me these damned terms."

"Whatever I bring from the waters, must be paid for with time. I give ye the ship for five years, and in return, you serve the ocean for eternity."

"Five years!" Jack exclaimed, "Yer mad."

"No Jack, that's the way it is."

"twenty five years." Jack tried.

"Seven." Davy said.

Jack, finding this ridiculous, continued in this peril, and offered "Seventeen."

"Ten." said Davy

"Fifteen." Jack said

"Thirteen." was Davy's final offer, Jack realized that by asking for fourteen, Davy would only go back to thirteen, or even lower, and then Jack would end up asking for thirteen any way, so however unfair it was, he accepted.

"Fine, Captain Jones, Thirteen years."

"Alright then, it's settled, you can no longer take this back. In thirteen years, you will return to this ship, and forever remain a member of the crew."

Jack's eyes widened, "WHAT?" he hollered, "Ye told me I'd be servin' the sea, not you."

"I am the sea." Davy said, and pointed towards the ship which was to be Jack's. Well, it could have been worse, he figured, thirteen years was enough time to figure out a way to convince the sea Gods that Davy wasn't being a help… or… something.

And just when they thought everything was settled, another gun was fired, that hit Jones right below his left shoulder, and cast him down to the cold hard deck floor of the Flying Dutchman.

"DAVY!" Tia cried, and fell to his side, tears instantaneously coming to her eyes.

Piratey Chewy Chocolate Chip Cookies and Coconut Milk... and yawn Captain Jack Sparrow.