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Kayla

"End this? So, dear friend, looks like ye've worked up the courage to come face me, eh?" Davy Jones commented sarcastically, "Should I be scared, or honoured, I ask myself?"

"Enough with the sarcasm," said Jack, "You know what I came here for. Where's Kayla?"

Davy narrowed his eyes and spoke in almost a whisper, "Ah, yes. Of course. The gal. Well, we were waiting for ye, actually. Kayla, darling…would you care to join us?"

Jack's heart was now racing as he watched Kayla's figure appear from where Davy had come. She began walking towards Jack and stopped in front of him. Just then he noticed that her movements were odd, and most of all, there was something wrong in her eyes: they were unfocused, and her face was expressionless. He frowned: what had gotten into her?

"K-Kayla?" he attempted to ask, "Kayla…luv, it's me, Jack!" he delicately took hold of her shoulders, looking for a sign from her that would let him know she had recognized him. Unfortunately, no sign came. He turned his attention to Davy, who was standing quitely, enjoying the scene, "What have you done to her?"

He received an evil cackle as an answer, "I, Jack, have done absolutely nothing. Instead, why don't you ask your sweet Kayla," and hearing him call out her name, Kayla turned automatically and walked over to his side, as he lay one hand on her shoulder, "What she's done to you?"

"What…what are you talking about?" demanded Jack anxiously, not understanding.

Again, Davy laughed in front of his evident fear, "Isn't she a fabulous actrice, Jack? Don't you think?" he asked, taking Kayla's hands and bringing her close to him in a waltzing position.

"Stop it…" Jack heard Kayla whisper ever so softly, as an expression of weakness appeared for a split second on her face, before returning unreadable once more.

"Let her go!" It was now obvious to Jack that there was something wrong with Kayla, and he was desperately trying to figure out a way to save her, but curiosity took over him, and he repeated, "What do you mean?"

"I mean," explained Davy, stopping, "That your girl here has been working for me, the whole time!"

Jack felt his heart skip a beat as he heard Davy's words, without wanting to accept them, "You…YOU LIAR!" he yelled as he recovered, "YOU'RE LYING!"

"If you're so sure…why not ask her?" Davy challenged him, moving away from Kayla.

Jack's stare moved to Kayla, who was standing still and looking at him with tears in her eyes. He walked up to her, slowly, and stopped just in front of her.

"Please," he said softly, "Kayla, please tell me it isn't true."

As he watched Kayla's tears fall down her cheek, he knew Davy had done something to her to make her act so cold, and was now determined to end his spell. For all he knew, Kayla could be lying to him as well, if she was under Davy's control.

"Luv," he asked her sweetly, an idea suddenly occurring to him as he held her shoulders, "My name. Say it, luv. Please, listen to me! Say it…"

"Jack…" she said through sobs, "Captain...Captain Jack…"

His heart leaped once more, "Aye, luv, that's right! Come on, darling, look at me, Kayla!" He was now moving his head to try and make eye contact with her as she wiped the tears from her face, "Luv, look at me!"

Finally, she looked up, and her eyes locked with Jack's. He saw something happen right then: as if a veil had been lifted from her eyes, Jack caught a spark of life in Kayla's stare. He was doing it! He was breaking the spell!

"That's right, luv. Keep looking at me," he said in a soothing voice, "Just keep looking-"

"No!" Davy, who had been witnessing the scene, suddenly yelled, understanding Jack's intentions, "Kayla, stop it! Stop looking at him! Listen to me, Kayla!"

"Luv, don't listen to him," Jack whispered to her, "Just keep eye contact with me, savvy?"

"KAYLA! COME HERE AT ONCE!"

"Kayla, luv," said Jack, pulling her closer and keeping his calming voice, "You have to remember me. Please remember me…you can't have forgotten me. You can't have forgotten us. You can't have forgotten…this," and with that, he took Kayla in his arms and kissed her tenderly.

Kayla's eyes became wide opened, as Davy Jone's spell was broken: indeed, he had forced her to be under his control by kissing her before, but now, with Jack's lips upon hers, Kayla's heart began to beat faster, and she felt overwhelmed with the emotion she'd felt not too long before towards him: love. As she pulled away, everything was clear to her once more. Jack gladly saw she now looked at him with a renowed warmth and feel.

"Jack, I…AH!" she yelled, as one of Davy's tentacled arms suddenly tugged her away, and dragged her by Davy's side.

As soon as she was once again besides him, he immediately drew his sword and placed the blade across Kayla's neck. He looked furious.

Jack reacted by drawing his own sword, but didn't dare to make a move in fear of what could happen to Kayla. "DON'T DO IT!" he exclaimed.

"Love," Davy snorted, "What a terribly foolish feeling. Don't make the mistake of thinking I want to do this, Sparrow," he said, "You're not the only one who needs her."

Both Kayla and Jack were shocked for two different reasons: Jack couldn't well understand the sense of Davy's words; whilst Kayla, who did, couldn't believe Davy had just said them…if, that is, he meant them in the way Kayla thought he did.

"All right, what do you want?"

"Ye know what I want, Jack," said Davy, serious, "Ye own me yer soul. Ye're time's up, and ye know it. It's time to pay yer debt."

"I will," said Jack, after a moment of silence.

"NO!" Kayla cried out, "Don't listen to him, Jack! Don't do it!"

"Let her go," he continued, "And I'll pay my soul debt."

Davy smiled, but Jack immediately added, "You have to swear she'll be safe from any harm!"

"Fine, I will," came the answer, as Davy pushed Kayla away from him, "You pay up and the girl's free as a bird. If she gets hurt, you'll get yer soul back."

"Jack…" said Kayla weakly, rushing to him and placing a hand on his chest to stop him, "You don't have to do this. Please, don't. Don't do this. You musn't!"

"I have to, luv," said Jack coldly without looking at her, moving past her and towards his doom.

Davy Jones was waiting for him, and Jack, with one last glance towards Kayla, stepped in front of him and prepared to face his death. As Davy raised his sword and prepared to strike the fatal blow, Jack closed his eyes.

It happened in a flash: as he was waiting to feel the cold metal pierce his body, Jack heard running footsteps, followed by the ghastly sound of iron cutting through flesh and a small gasp, and opened his eyes, gasping with horror at what he saw.