ANOTHER CHAPPIE IS UP! YAY! Also along with that, it's longer too! To be honest I think this is one of the very few longest chapters I have ever written for these fics or well real any story fanfiction or not.

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Disclaimer: I do not own any rights to Pirates of the Caribbean. I only own Abigail Unger and Sarah Williams.

Chapter 11:

Liar's Dice with a Drop of Rum

Leaving Tortuga was a relief to Sarah after they had made it out of the pub. She happily walked along the dock in front of them all as night fell, wanting to get on the Pearl as quickly as she could so they could set off again and get Abby (and of course Will) back. Not many people were out on the docks as they were all crowding in the pubs and shops along the island. The dim light of the lamps that hung above them flickered every now and then, but still remained bright enough to see clearly.

Once Sarah was about to step a foot onto the ramp to the Pearl a voice called Jack's name from not far behind.

Turning around, she saw yet another familiar face walk towards the group. Clearly Jack did not notice this. "Come to join my crew, lad?" he said, "Welcome aboard."

"I'm here to fine the man I love," she said stopping.

At this, Jack frowned and replied, "I'm deeply flattered, son, but my first and only love is the sea." He slid his hand over his neck and pointing off the deck signaling Gibbs not to let them in his crew.

Sarah snorted and shook her head at Jack, knowing that this wasn't the truth. Rum was his first and only love. The sea came close in second. Norrington who was among the group leaned over and vomited over the side of the railing of the docks, making Sarah grimace. It was still a mystery to her that Jack allowed him in the crew, especially with their history.

Elizabeth stood behind with little patience. "Meaning William Turner, Captain Sparrow."

Jack spun around facing her with wide eyes. "Elizabeth." Glancing at the rum he then whispered to Gibbs, "Hide the rum."

"I thought you were locked up in a cell?" Sarah remembered as she crossed her arms. Abby had mentioned to Sarah how Elizabeth was in a cell with her once they were arrested. Not only that, but Will's constant reminder of his fiancée facing the gallows quite to often.

Elizabeth looked up at her and simply said, "I got out."

"You know these clothes do not flatter you," Jack noted changing the subject. "It should be a dress or nothing and I happen to have no dress in my cabin-"

"-Jack," Elizabeth interrupted, a hint of sadness in her voice. "I know Will came to find you. Where is he?"

He stepped up close to her and put a frown on his face and wrapped his hands around her shoulders. "Darling I am truly unhappy to tell you this, but…through unfortunate circumstances that had nothing to do whatsoever with me, poor Will had been press-ganged into Davy Jones's crew."

"Whoa whoa, hold up!" Sarah stepped between the two. "You had nothing to do with you? I object to that!" She sent a dark glare at him, but it never got to him. Sarah was sure by then Jack was getting annoyed by the constant reminder but he simply said;

"You are going to keep bringing this up aren't you, love?" A small smirk played on his lips as he always does when he addresses women as "love".

She crossed her arms over her chest. "Yes, I am."

Elizabeth furrowed her eyebrows. "Davy Jones? Why does his name sound familiar?"

Beside them Norrington spat and wearily stood up. "Oh please. The captain of the Flying Dutchman?"

Jack squinted his eyes at him. "You look bloody awful, what are you doing here?"

"You hired him remember?" Sarah answered before Norrington could.

"I can't help it if your standards are lax," Norrington commented, now leaning on a random barrel that so happens to be nearby like they always do.

"You smell funny."

"Jack!" Sarah and Elizabeth snapped at him.

He turned to them both. "What?"

"All I want is to find Will," Elizabeth sighed.

"Are you certain?" Jack cautioned her. "Is that what you really want most?"

"I'm pretty sure that is what she wants."

"Oh shut it, Sarah."

"Of course," Elizabeth answered slowly, trying to figure out what he was trying to do.

"Because I would think you'd want to find a way to save Will most." Jack continued, guiding her towards the Pearl.

Sarah rolled her eyes as the captain was trying to find an answer that he wanted, explaining how there was a chest and Norrington groaning at how idiotic it all sounded. Pintel and Regetti passed by carrying supplies and then added more to the explanation than needed, making it more dramatic.

"Whoever posses the chest possess the leverage to command Jones to do whatever he or she wants, including saving brave William from his grim fate."

"And Abby," Sarah faked coughed.

Debating on whether to believe it all or not, Elizabeth seemed to go along. "And how would we find it?"

Pulling out the compass from his belt, Jack held it up for her to see. "With this."

Sarah now had both of her feet firmly planted of the deck of the Pearl. Her patience was growing thin and was getting quite irritable. Of course it was her friend to get into trouble. If Abby just listened to them all and didn't step into that rowboat-

Sarah let out a frustrated sigh, her mind whirling. Oh she will get payback.

"Do you know where we're headed?" Marty asked Sarah as she began to untie some ropes. He held some odd looking boxes in his hands.

She pushed her bangs out of her eyes and looked over. "We are about to. Elizabeth now has the compass."

"Elizabeth?"

"Yeah," she sighed. "She was here in Tortuga waiting I guess." She stood up.

Gibbs came aboard shouting orders and everyone bustled to their stations ready to take sail wherever their heading was.

Still on the Dutchman on the small part of the ship where they came across Wyvern, Abby thought back to her and Will's argument on the wrecked ship before they were trapped in the crew of the Flying Dutchman. His side was saying he was trying to save her. Abby's eyebrows furrowed at the thought. Save her from what? Death? She snorted at that. On this journey, a sneeze could mean either life or death, and even if she didn't come with him she still could have died one way or another since she has no idea what Sarah and them are facing as she sits.

"Here, Abby. It's for your leg."

Abby was shaken out of her thoughts and her green eyes met up to a pair of brown. Will's brown eyes. She followed his gaze to his hand where a small long semi-clean cloth rested in his hand, ready for her to take.

Reaching up, she took the cloth from his hand. "Thanks. What about your back?"

Will sat down next to her on the deck. "I think it's healing good enough that it doesn't need anything."

"You were bleeding so much!" Her eyes grew wide. "Are you sure?"

"I am sure," he reassured. "I wonder how the others are."

Abby snorted at the change of subject. "Probably happily getting drunk in Tortuga. Jack mostly I assume."

"Or they could be finding where the chest it." Will watched as she wrapped the cloth over her wound quite fast as her hands shook from the cold of the water that still clung to her clothes.

"Can you tie this? My hands won't stop shaking."

Reaching over he took the two ends of the cloth from Abby's hands and tied it in a knot. "Is that tight enough?"

"Yes," she said with a small cough and muttered under her breath, "I hope I'm not getting sick from all this cold and wet rain and this disgusting ship."

"What you said before we were caught about how what I say and do is about Elizabeth…were you telling the truth?" He asked suddenly, quite ironic considering she was just thinking about that argument.

Abby didn't know how to respond. She didn't want to say that it was true. It would make her sound rude, but she didn't want to exactly lie either. "Half and half. I'm sorry for asking you this Will, but are you entirely doing this just for the sake of her only?"

Will seemed to be taken back by this. "Not all of it. But I love her, Abby, I would do anything for her. Wouldn't you be willing to do anything for the ones you love?"

She thought about Sarah. "You're right. I'm sorry that was rude to ask." Her eyes started to sting with tears forming but she blinked them away. "This whole mess that we are all in…my mind seems to settle on the same things and I deeply analyze them to a point where I go crazy!"

"I understand where you're coming from, Abby. Deeply thinking into situations can drive anyone mad. It's probably why the majority of the pirates and other sailors we came across are the way they are."

Abby laughed. "Being out on sea in the middle of nowhere for a long period of time does bring a lot of down time to leave yourself with your mind." She rested her head on his shoulder and took a deep breath. "We are going to be stuck on this ship forever if we don't find that key."

Will looked down at her. "We will find it. The key is going to have to turn up in the matter of time. I promise we are going to get that key and get off of this ship and I promise that I won't let anything bad happen to you."

Abby's hands still shook. The trust for him from the sincerity and the honestly in his voice grew stronger. "You promise?"

"I promise."

Abby lifted her head up and met his eyes. "Then I also promise the same. I won't let anything bad happen to you either, Will Turner. I promise."

She could almost swore she saw something flash across his eyes at that moment. Something good. Something that might change what lies ahead. She wrapped her arms around him as a way of saying that her promise was meant to be kept. Will didn't move for a moment, but did the same, and they sat there for the longest time absorbed in their own thoughts.

From the main deck, Will and Abby could hear the yells of "Liar!" over and over. Curious, they had stood up from their spots and went to investigate. On the deck they the crew all surrounded four others who sat around a small table with each a wooden moldy cup with dice. Will lead Abby over to a place far enough away where Bootstrap stood, watching the so called "game".

"I wager…ten years," Maccus, the one with the hammerhead shark-shaped head, said to the others as he held his cup over the die.

Koleniko whose right side of his face resembled the sharp needles of a puffer fish, looked at him and to the one with seaweed-like hair and mussels growing on his face, Clanker, who sat right across from. "I'll match ten years!"

"Agreed," Clanker responded.

All at once they lifted the cup off of their die and some of the crew gasped at what's under.

The game was confusing to Abby and didn't get how it's played. At least three or four would play at a time shouting wagers to each other and some "four fours" or "Six fives". Everyone around her seemed to know exactly what was going on reacted in sync.

"Wondering how it's played?" Bootstrap asked them from behind.

"Yes, actually. That would be helpful," Abby answered, pulling her hand away from her mouth not realizing until then that she had been biting her nails.

Looking behind at Bootstrap, Will nodded. "I understand." Maccus stood up from his seat and shouted liar at the other two. "It's a game of deception. But the bet includes all of your dice, not just your own."

"That makes more sense…" Although deep down, Abby still didn't quiet get it.

"What are they waging?"

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

"How many can they wager?" Abby thought aloud, watching them.

"As many as they can, but the majority that has been wagered is ten years."

An idea struck Will and he turned to his father. "So any crew member can be challenged?"

"Aye. Anyone."

Looking sharply over to him, Abby leaned over. "You're not actually thinking of what I think your thinking, are you?" He didn't respond and only looked down at her and quickly moved his eyes over to the table. "Will, no. You can't do that!"

"It's the only way to find out where that key could be," He whispered, not wanting any of the crew to hear him. He took the drawing of the key out of his vest pocket and grasped it in his hand. He stood up straight and announced, "I challenge Davy Jones."

Abby's breath hitched as they all grew silent and stared at Will, unbelieving what they heard. The organ that was played so much, Abby didn't notice it anymore, halted, leaving everything silent. Familiar heavy footsteps erupted from above as the captain made his way toward the them all. The crew began to slowly laugh as the footsteps got closer and Davy Jones appeared insight.

"I accept, mate." Thunder and lighting clattered behind him.

Walking over to the table, Will sat down on one of the small wooden crates as the table was cleared and the dice put on it once again with the cups. Back in her spot, Abby's heart thumped rapidly in her chest not wanting to witness the chance of Will signing over himself for years of service if he lost, but also wanted to know what would happen. She followed him to the table and stood beside him.

"I hope you know what you're getting yourself into, Will," She warned him.

He took a deep breath. "Abby, I know the cost."

Davy Jones came over and stood before the table and Will stood up also.

"The stakes?" Jones asked.

"My soul," Will answered, his voice steady, "An eternity of servitude."

Her eyes widening, Abby knew that was the choice on playing. Keeping to her promise, she spoke up. "As well as mine."

"What are you doing?" Will questioned her, grabbing her arm to pull her back.

Abby swallowed and didn't look at him. "I'm keeping to my promise. If you won't let anything bad happen to me, I won't let anything bad happen to you. But if you do end up giving your soul to the Dutchman you will not be alone in doing so."

She could feel his grip tighten around her arm, tense, but he didn't respond to her.

"Against?" The captain continued on.

Quickly glancing at Abby he held let go of her and held up the drawing, dropping it on the table. "We want this."

Eyeing it, Jones snatched up the drawing with his claw and unfolded it. His eyes grew wide with anger when he looked at it and he threw it back onto the table. "How do you know of the key?"

"That's not part of the game, is it?" Will questioned as he sat down. Abby had to admit it was a bold plan to reveal the keys hiding spot this way. "You can still walk away."

Jones stood there, hesitantly accepting whether to play or not. Clutching his hand into a fist, he sat down.

By the captain's acceptance to the challenge, the crew crowded around the table, eager and interested to watch the game.

His tentacles moved underneath a layer of skin under his neck and pulled something out. Dangling by a loop of metal was the key. It looked exactly like the drawing on the cloth.

Abby watched him dangle the key. Instinctively, she wanted to reach out and snatch the key from his tentacles. It was so close to her, she couldn't help but marvel that it actually existed. There it is.

Jones slid the key back under and dropped the dice into the cup and held his hand over the opening. Will copied. With a couple of shakes they turned the cups upside down with the opening facing down. Another hand with his own cup of die slammed onto the table alongside theirs.

Abby looked up to see it was Bootstrap.

"What's this?" Jones snarled.

"I'm in. Matching his wager," Bootstrap quickly replied. "Leaving Abigail out of it."

"No! Don't do this." Will warned his father.

Bootstrap's eyes turned to him. "The die is cast." Even by standing behind him, Abby could see Will's shoulders falter as his father bided three twos.

"It's your bid, Captain."

"Four fours."

Looking down at his own, Will bided, "Four fives."

"Six threes," Bootstrap bided higher. Jones slyly lifted his cup to reveal the dice hidden under.

"Seven fives."

One by one the rest of the cups were lifted, the crowd edging for more to come.

Abby looked down at the dice and moved to the side of Will. He stared down at the dice for a moment and said, "Eight fives."

Jones started to laugh darkly as so did the others. "Welcome to the crew." Immediately, Abby reached for Will's hand, fear resonating through her for their fate aboard the ship. It was too late to turn back now, but at least they knew where the key was.

Bootstrap cut in once again, "Twelve fives." All eyes darted to him. "Twelve fives," he repeated. "Call me a liar, or up the bid."

"And be called a liar myself for my trouble?" Jones snarled. He reached over and snatched up Bootstraps cup to reveal his dice. "Bootstrap Bill you're a liar and you will spend an eternity on this ship! Master Turner and Miss Unger, feel free to go ashore…the very next time we make port!" Thunder boomed as he and the crew howled in laughter while walking away leaving only the three there.

When the last went, Will leaned over to his father. "Fool. Why did you do that?"

"I couldn't let you loose," he whispered, staring at the dice.

"It was never about winning or losing."

"It was about the key," Abby finally said, voicing Will's thoughts.

Bootstraps eyebrows rose, realizing why the challenge was made. "The key? You just wanted to know where it was."

Abby nodded. "Yes."