Heeyy another quick update! I guess I only need a couple more chapters for this story, then I'm done with DMC :DD (Doesn't mean I'm done with POTC, still gotta do On Stranger Tides) this is probably one of the main reasons why I am updating quickly. Also, I may not be able to update during/after christmas-time either so I kinda wanna finish this before the end of the year. Dangg this chapter has so many words probably cuz there's more description to the fight scene than actual dialogue tho. Anyway, I hope this chapter isn't too confusing. If it is at all, let me know while I still have the doc in Document Manager so I can change things~
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They dueled, clashing blades rang in the air. Jack was vaguely aware that Elizabeth was shouting at them and begging for them to stop, but it was too late. Once they started, they weren't going to stop unless one of them safely possessed the key and the chest that came along with it.
Jack was surprisingly able to grab the key from Will, and once she did, she made a run for it. She should have made it toward the chest, but, as she glanced over she realized someone had already stolen it. So, she decided to run into the hills.
She saw an abandoned church in ruins, with a cemetery surrounding it. Unfortunately, she felt that Norrington was on her heel, and decided that going to the church was a good idea. So, she quickly ran through the cemetery and into the church. Once she was up a couple steps inside to gain the higher ground, she turned to face Norrington.
Jack ferociously swung her sword at him, his arm faltering at her sudden strength. However, this caused her old wound to reopen, so her arm pounded painfully. She chose to ignore it, and focus on the fight. The key was most important. Thus, she continued swinging until he was wide open and kicked him square in the chest, backing him against the wall, knocking the wind right out of him.
However, he quickly recovered. Jack wasn't able to make enough room between them, so as she turn to run he grabbed her feet and made her trip. She dropped her blade in shock, but managed to pick it back up to face Norrington once again.
Norrington held one arm back with a sword, and he was able to force her back into the wall. Jack tried to restrain him by using her other arm to push him away, but that had exposed the key, and he was quick to grab it from her.
Jack cursed under her breath, as she lost her footing and fell off the stairs. She instinctively grabbed onto the rope, which had been attached to the large bell above them. It rang out as she fell down, but after a few tantalizing moments she was able to land back at the top.
When she exited the church, she saw Will and Norrington fighting and dangerously balancing on the roof of another building of the church. Jack found a thin railing that she could inch across to reach the two men.
Once she was within range, Jack tried to snatch the key back from Norrington without being sliced into pieces. It worked, but they noticed, and soon she found that she was fighting the both of them at the same time.
It wasn't long before she was disarmed, and both blades were pointed at her.
She tightened her grip on the key. "You know, why can't we all just get along?"
"Because you were the woman who ruined my life. So, now I'm going to have to kill you for that." Norrington replied.
Jack saw Will shift uncomfortably, but he said nothing. However, she knew that if she didn't do anything events might turn up like it did in the tavern. Except, there would be a blade in her heart instead of a bullet in her arm.
"You know, let's examine that claim for a moment, former Commodore, shall we? Who was it, who at the very moment you had a notorious pirate safely behind bars, saw fit to free said pirate, and take your dearly beloved all to hisself hey? So who's fault is it, really , that you've ended up a rum-pot deckhand what takes orders from pirates?" She inwardly apologized to Will, who was going to take the full brunt of the hit.
"Enough!"
Norrington brought his arm down in a fellow swipe, and Will looked like he was going to grab his arm but Jack didn't stay to see the outcome. So, she ducked and rolled right off of the roof.
She found her sword and sheathed it. "Still rooting for you, love!" She called back to Norrington, who was no doubt fighting Will right now. However, after she put the key around her neck like a necklace, she stumbled into a deep hole.
Jack yelped as she hit the ground. Once she realized just what she had fallen into, she thought that it was all just a sick joke. All she could say, however, was, "Oh."
Once she was able to climb out of the grave, she heard the sound of sword-fighting getting nearer. She couldn't react soon enough, so the wheel rolled right on top of her. Then, she realized she was inside the water-wheel. Half of her body was in, half of her body was out. As she became more vertical, however, her key fell off of her neck to the bottom of the wheel. It caught onto one of the supporting nails.
Soon, Jack was uprighted into the water-wheel and walking inside it. She almost reached the key, but one of the metal rods (which also supported the water-wheel) knocked her right back outside of the wheel. Thus, the key, plus Norrington and Will were rolling away as she lay in the ground, cradling her head.
She quickly recovered, and sprinted to catch up with the wheel. Soon enough she made an even pace with the thing and found that the men still haven't figured out the key was stuck inside the water-wheel. So, she tried to reach for it without getting her hand caught.
However, she decided it was a fruitless effort and jumped into the wheel once again, being mindful of the metal bars as she focused on getting that key.
She needed it.
Will, however, had fallen flat on his chest on top of the wheel, and spotted her inside the wheel. He furrowed his eyebrows in confusion at first, but then he saw the key hanging from the hook. He grabbed it, swung inside the wheel, and clashed blades with Jack.
This annoyed her to no end.
Norrington also came in to join them, and the three of them were fighting each other again.
During this duel, Jack somehow managed to retrieve the key, and before any of them could react she was out of the wheel and hanging onto a leaf from one of the coconut trees. Once she landed, she took a moment to catch her breath. Her head was still pounding, but nothing was too vital. Nothing compared to when Norrington shot her.
Speaking of, she decided to quickly roll up her sleeve and check her arm. There was bleeding, but nothing she couldn't handle back on the Pearl. This injury could wait.
She sheathed her blade, and watched as the water-wheel rolled away.
Then she saw a creature, his head was mostly covered by a large shell, running away with what looked like the chest in his hands. Jack sighed.
She realized that this must be one of the members of Davy Jones' crew. So, she was right that he wasn't far behind. Nonetheless, she reached down and grabbed a coconut.
She never missed. Not just bullets, but any sort of flying trajectories. Once she let the coconut fly, it surely enough hit her target, and the fish-man's head came clean off. This only disturbed her slightly, but she quickly managed to shake it out of her mind and rush on over to where the chest had fallen.
The head was guiding the body in the background, but Jack tried to ignore them as she placed her key in the keyhole. Square security bolts abruptly protruded out of the chest, and an exhaust of air was let out. She slowly lifted the chest's lid up, and saw the beating heart.
It was gross. She knew it was humanly impossible to keep a heart outside it's body, and especially keep it beating. However, she didn't question it and once she heard shouts in the background she decided it was time to go. She quickly put the heart into her vest and closed the chest.
It would be a good distraction, they would probably think that the heart was still in there. At least, that was what Jack thought.
So she ran to the rowboat as fast as she could. She was anxious that she was the first one there, but she quickly reached for her jar of dirt and placed the heart inside it. She wasn't able to put the rest of the dirt inside, which she had taken out in a hurry, because she was attacked by a crew member of the Flying Dutchman.
Having no time to bring out her sword, she took the oar instead and swung it at the fish-man.
Her arm was getting much more worn, and it was practically screaming at her. So, her fighting faltered, and the fish-man was able to lay a few hits on her. However, she could easily recuperate.
The fish-crew was gaining on them, they had to act quickly.
Eventually, Jack and her crew had made it to the longboat. Jack knocked out the fish-man she had been fighting with, and now they were faced against too many others of Davy Jones' men. They were outnumbered and outgunned.
"We're not getting out of this." Elizabeth cried, panicked but poised to attack.
"Not with the chest. Into the boat!" Norrington commanded.
Jack gave him a look of defiance, but he seemed determined. "First off, I'm the one who-"
"Unless you have any better plans, I say we do as he says." Will suggested.
Norrington took the chest, which had the key already in the keyhole. "Before I go… I wanted to say, Jacklyn, you weren't so bad after all. Take it easy, all right?" He said, smiling, and then he began running. "Leave without me!"
Jack was flustered. She was just a little thrown off that he had used her actual name. "I say… er… we respect the man's final wishes."
"Aye!" Pintel was the only one who responded.
They quickly boarded the longboat, and departed the island. Fortunately, Davy Jones' crew took the bait and followed Norrington back into the island.
Once back on the Black Pearl, Jack put the crew hard at work to but as much distance as they could between them and the island. She knew that it wasn't going to take long for Norrington to get caught, and for Davy Jones to respond.
"Where's the Commodore?" Gibbs asked, catching up with her.
"He… fell behind." Jack replied, feeling a sudden emptiness.
"My prayers be with him. Best not wallow in our grief. The bright side is: You're back. And made it off free and clear."
Gibbs made a fine point. Jack had the heart of Davy Jones in her hands, perhaps she would be able to survive this nightmare after all. She looked down at her jar of dirt, proud of herself for finally having done something right.
However, it was short-lived, as the Flying Dutchman emerged from the ocean depths right beside the Black Pearl, her crew shrank back in fear. It anchored itself next to her ship, the crew members on it shouting out war-cries or taunting them in several ways.
"Lord almighty, help us…" Gibbs murmured.
"Don't worry, mate, I've got this." Jack lay a reassuring hand on his shoulder. She was going to do it. She was going to make Jones regret what he had demanded for.
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