Note: Pirates isn't mine, etc. If you guys see anything weird or VERY WRONG with spelling or something, tell me!! Don't let me get embarassed...

There was a scream that sounded vaguely like a voice, but too rough to possibly be human...

Well, duh. What would you do if a giant ship full of undead people shot out of the water next to you? Certainly not jump for joy.

"RUN!!" I screamed. "RUN TURNER RUN!!" I started whacking my wings in his face- too bad for him that one wing was bad, because I was basically bouncing off his face over and over like a paddleball. Will staggered backwards.

"STOP IT!" he yelled. "WHAT THE BLOODY-" Will came up against the railing, tripped, and went over the side.

Good thing the poor little ruined boat had landed on a HUGE rock, because Will bounced off it, into the water, and bobbed up a second later. He clawed his way onto the rock. "What?" he demanded, looking up at me.

"Yeep," I yeeped. Not that I was a coward or anything, but a bunch of fish people had just morphed onto the ship, or whatever they call the suddenly appearing business. I shrank into an itsy ball of feathers on the railing.

"What are you doing?" Will asked.

Oh, yeah, because the bird is going to answer you when the fish people are everywhere. "Shut up," I squawked-thank goodness the fish people were all too busy finding victims to notice me.

"WHAT!?" Will squawked-haha- at me. "You've got me into this mess-"

His voice trailed away. I could see why, since Fish-Head had just leaned over the side of the ship, right next to me. "Oi!" Shark-Head bellowed. "You there!" His ugly sharky face twisted into an ugly sharky grin.

Will turned the color of cheese (the Swiss kind. Weird) and whipped around, looking like he was about to dive right into the water and forget all about Jack's "bloody key."

Except Fish-Head was suddenly standing next to him on the rock, hauling him back by the collar. Will choked and wiggled a lot, trying to keep the Shark-Man from going ANYWHERE with him when Fish-Head whacked him with the flat part of the ax-thingy he had in his hand.

I always knew I hated sharks.

"HEY!" I shouted, indignant. No one messes with Will but me!! And the creepy island people...but still.

"Lookie 'ere," a voice said suddenly. A very wet, cold thing went around my suddenly very teeny body. "'S a little birdy!"

"Bite me," I sulked. There was no use struggling, I knew I was stuck this time.

The voice burst into laughter. Haha, voice, haha. Twisting a bit-but being VERY careful not to struggle, for fear of being sliced into birdy confetti- I peeked back at whoever was holding me. Wasn't anyone I knew by name.

"LINE THEM UP-AH!" a voice barked. A VERY FAMILIAR VOICE.

Oh. My. God.

Nameless-Crewman-Holding-Parrot nudged a couple of guys in line with his foot and stepped back behind them.

A figure stalked out of the water-idly I wondered if he had done the walking trick the undead pirates in The Curse of the Black Pearl had-and paused for a moment before continuing up the deck.

"Five men still alive," Shark-Head reported. "The rest have moved on." He smirked.

The jerk.

Will sort of woke up a bit when someone whacked him in the back of the head-how that worked, I don't know, but he twitched and looked about with bleary sort of eyes. Those eyes got REALLY big when they saw the squid/crab/man thingy.

"Do you feah-ah death?" Davy Jones asked, bending down suddenly in front of a skinny little guy with blondish hair. The man squeaked and flinched back. "Do you feah-ah that dark-k ahbyss?"

He struck a match or something-it lit up his horrible face. Somehow, the movie hadn't done him justice, could never really do him justice. He was really, really slimy looking, his skin actually changing color a bit, like the octopus or whatever on his face was doing that creepy octopus camouflage thing. More gooey slime dripped off the tentacle hand that grasped the pipe, and the crab claw was barely a claw, it was so encrusted with barnacles and such.

Wow. That was...different.

"All your deeds laid baih," Davy continued. "Your sins-uh punished. Only I can offer ye an escape."

"D-don't listen to him!" a voice barely whispered in front of me. It was the crucifix guy, the guy willing to take his chances in the afterlife. No one had noticed his outburst.

"DON'T LISTEN!" I squawked for him. Everyone's head whipped towards me, then crucifix guy.

Squid-man's slimy tentacle wrapped tight around the man's throat. "Do you feah-ah death?" he hissed.

Crucifix shook his head a tiny bit. "I'll take my chances, sir," he muttered.

Davy looked up at the guy holding me and nodded at him. I flinched as the Unknown-Fish-Person dropped me and grabbed the guy. I tried not to look.

Even though, as a bird, I had no sense of smell, my human brain helpfully provided the reek of rust and salt that was blood. My head got swimmy for a few minutes. I heard something about the cruel afterlife and serving 100 years, blah blah blah.

"YOU," Jones said suddenly. "You are neither dead nor dy-ing. What is yer purpose heah?"

Will!!

Will cringed a little bit, still blurry-looking. Guy had forgotten to pick me up again, so I fluttered to Will's head. "Jack Sparrow," I said, right into Davy's face.

The funny-changing-colors Octopus-man blinked and turned briefly WHITE, I swear. "Jack...Sparra!!" he hissed. No asking anyone for repeats. Davy's head snapped up, and he glared out at the ocean.

"Why-ah are you here?" he hissed. Will rolled his eyes way back into his head to look at me-I peered down at him. Squid-man scared me, I wasn't talkin' to him again, even for Will.

"To settle Jack's Sparrow's debt," Will mumbled.

Jones heard him.

"Ha, did he now?" he sneered.

He and the crew vanished suddenly.

"What have you done?" Will hissed at me.

I glanced over my shoulder. "Jump," I ordered.

"Wha-?"

"JUMP!!" I said louder. "DAMMIT, JUMP!"

Will looked at me-he looked over his shoulder at the dim form of the Black Pearl.

"WII-LLL!!" I whined, digging my claws into his head. "Jump!"

Stupid blacksmith idiot!! Hurry! Hurry before mean people beat you up!!

"MISTER JONES!!" one of the sailors shouted. "Mister Jones!"

"Dammit!" Will groaned, and jumped to his feet and launched himself over the side.

A/N: Sorry if it's a weensie bit shorter, it was all I had left in me after a really long trip. Hope Davy Jones was enjoyable-he's harder to write than I thought he was, so he didn't get many original lines...whoops.