Chapter 48: The Fight Intensifies

Elizabeth's POV:

As I stood there with WIll's arm around me I noticed that as disgusting as it was to have his tentacle, slimy arm touching me, it somehow made me feel better. There was a part of me that wanted to run at Willy and Jacklynn and stop this battle, but as Will stood there holding me, his touch somehow made me feel as though everything would be alright.

I noticed that Willy's fighting was starting to get a lot more intense. He started to swing his sword much quicker than before. I hoped he wasn't getting over confident. I knew that confidence was a positive element in a battle, but too much of it could bring about one's defeat. Apparently I wasn't the one one to notice the difference in Willy's speed.

Davy Jones laughed his cruel, evil laugh. "Getting braver are we? Well let's see just how good y'are then."

I watched in horror as Jones' swing also quickened against Willy's. Jacklynn's swings remained at the same pace they had been. Jones continued fighting off both their swords, although he was clearly having a much harder time doing so now that Willy's pace had sped up. I watched as he found a solution to this problem.

Jones swung at Willy and once again Willy blocked. Jacklynn's sword came in towards his other side and I watched as Jones blocked it again. Willy swung at him again from the opposite side once more and once again Jones' blocked it. Then before she got the chance to attack him again, Jones grabbed his sword with both hands now and swung it over Jacklynn's head. Luckily, she blocked it, but while her focus was more so on what was going on above her, Jones kicked her, hard enough that she fell over.

I gasped. Will put his left arm in front of me, blocking me from running to her.

"Will!" I yelled, panicking.

"Not yet, Elizabeth!" he argued, "We can't intervene yet. She may not be that badly hurt. Wait to see what happens."

"She fell over!"

"And how many times did you ever fall as a child?" he asked.

"But he kicked her." I argued.

"He kicked her and left her there to go fight Willy," Will explained and as I looked up back to the scene before my eyes, I realized he was right.

For a second I wondered why he had left Jacklynn to fight Willy, but then it dawned on me that if he had stopped to fight Jacklynn for even a second, Willy would probably have been able to stab him from behind while he was bending over.

Willy and Jones were now in a much more intense battle than before while Jacklynn was on the ground. I still worried for her though, I had to, she was my daughter.

"She hasn't gotten up though," I told Will, pleading to go rescue her.

"She's not badly injured," Will argued, "He wasn't trying to kill her. He only wanted her out of the way because Willy was becoming too much of a threat. Elizabeth, we can't stop this sword fight now. Jacklynn will be fine and if we stop it now, Willy won't get the chance to kill Jones as he seems to have the potential of doing soon."

I sighed. He was right. Jones had left Jacklynn alone. She was no longer in danger and in reality there was nothing I could do to change the pain she was already enduring.

I watched as Jones and Willy continued fighting, moving further away from us. They were no longer in earshot, but we could see the entire battle. It had to be that way. Will had to be able to step in if necessary.

Will moved his left arm back to where it had been before he grabbed me, with his sword in front ready to attack, only if necessary. He began to slowly move his right arm from behind me as well.

"Don't," I whispered.

"Does it not... feel... a little... unpleasant?" he asked, never taking his eyes of the ferocious battle between Jones and Willy.

"Yes," I admitted, "But it feels worse when you don't hold me at all."

I noticed a smile come over my husband's face. I couldn't help but smile back, even if he wasn't looking at me. Even through the most difficult and scariest of times just Will's presence alone had a way of making everything feel better-even if his body was in the shape of an ugly sea monster.

Willy's POV:

When Davy Jones kicked Jacklynn my anger towards him only intensified. No one messed with my little sister! As my anger intensified, so did the battle.

Jones was swinging a lot quicker now and so was I. I was not about to let this man win. He didn't even deserve to be called a man. Uncka' Jack says he's the worse person to ever live. I'd believe it too. He destroyed my family. He's the reason none of us can be together.

"If you're smart boy, you'd be giving up," Jones taunted me.

"If you were smart, you'd know that only fools give up," I said.

"And what makes you think you aren't a fool!"

"Because you're a fool!" I yelled, "And I could never be compared to you! You're the reason dad can't be with us!"

"Aye, but do you know why?"

"What?" I asked, but never did I stop swinging my sword and blocking his swings in return.

"I killed yer father!" he said while grinning.

I couldn't stand that grin on his face. I couldn't believe what he was saying. Dad couldn't be with mom because he was cursed. He wasn't dead. Jones was known for lying, wasn't he? I could only assume he was lying.

I watched as Davy Jones laughed while he continued fighting me. "So you're parents never told you did they? They never told you what a cruel man I am."

"My dad's not dead," I replied, "He's just cursed. He's living and I know it because he's standing right over there like an alive man and dead men don't walk and talk!"

"Perhaps," he argued, "Or perhaps they can walk and talk if they aren't fully dead."

"How can he only be partially dead?" I asked.

"He is neither dead nor alive. His heart is in a chest and that is the only thing keeping 'im from being dead but... if you kill me, the instant I die the goddess of the sea will get the chest, and stab his heart. The instant the heart is stabbed, your father goes from being neither dead nor living... to being fully dead."

I couldn't believe what he was saying. I also couldn't believe how he reacted. He had just told me these horrible things and now he was standing there in front of me laughing about them. I really, really, really wanted to kill him. What if what he said was true though?

I needed to make up my mind. I needed to act. My side was starting to really hurt where he had hit me with his sword earlier. I either needed to act quickly and kill him or retreat, and soon. The pain was intensifying with every swing. I wasn't sure how much longer I could go on pretending nothing was wrong.

I wanted my mom and my dad. I wasn't old enough for this battle. I wasn't prepared enough for this battle. What was I suppose to do? I didn't know if what Davy Jones was saying was true or not. What if me killing him really would mean that dad would die? I didn't want that. Not being able to be together was horrible, but dad being dead would only be worse.

Jacklynn's POV:

I was so mad. Davy Jones was not going to get away with this. This battle was stupid and I knew it. He just had to die, but instead I was on the floor and he was off fighting Willy. That was stupid too.

I couldn't let Willy take all the glory. I was way more pirate-like than him. Willy was just a little kid who thought he knew things. I did know things. Uncle Jack had taught me stuff he never taught Willy. Willy didn't have a great interest in fighting and piratey things. I did and it wasn't fair that Willy was going to kill Davy Jones and let him have all the credit.

Suddenly, I looked behind me to find my own personal hero. It was Uncle Jack! I'd never tell mom that I thought he was way cooler than she was, but I did. I did love mom, a lot more than I loved Uncle Jack even, but he was so much cooler. Mom always worried and Uncle Jack wasn't like that at all.

"What do you say we end this battle once and for all, love?" Uncle Jack asked.

I nodded. I didn't know what he had planned, but when Uncle Jack was around there was always a plan.

Elizabeth's POV:

I was overjoyed to see Jacklynn get up. I knew she'd be fine, but to see her able to move again brought about such a calmness within me that I could never truly describe it. What was really strange though was why Jack was suddenly on the ship with us. That I did not understand. I supposed he had gotten on the ship the same way I had, with a rowboat from the Dutchman. Why he was here was the better question.

I couldn't hear what they were saying, but I could see that him and Jacklynn were talking. I watched as they ran over to join Willy and Jones' in the fight.

"What's he doing?" I asked Will, "Jack can't help. He can't kill Jones, only the children can."

I looked at Will and noticed his expression change from one of confusion to one of shock.

"Elizabeth," he said, excitedly, "We can't kill Jones, but who is to say that we can't..." I watched a quick grin come over his face before he completed his sentence. "...fight Jones?"

I smiled. Why had we not thought of this before? Clearly Jones wouldn't win now. There were five of us and one of him. Davy Jones did not stand a chance. The only thing that mattered was that Willy or Jacklynn had to be the one to kill him, but that didn't mean that the rest of us couldn't help, did it?

Willy's POV:

I watched as Jacklynn and Uncka' Jack came running towards me.

"What ar you doing?" Davy Jones asked, looking directly at Uncka' Jack.

"Fighting," Uncka' Jack shrugged.

"You can't fight me!"

"Aye, but that's where you're wrong, mate. Fight you I can, kill you now that I'll leave to the children."

"What?"

I watched as dad and mom came to join the fight as well.

Uncka' Jack stabbed his sword through Davy Jones.

Jones just stood there puzzeled, completely unharmed by it. "You know not only can ye not kill me Jack Sparrow, but ye also can't be hurting me."

"Yes, but," Uncka' Jack replied, "What if I do this?" I watched as he grabbed Jacklynn's sword from her grip and also grabbed his own sword back that had just kind of been sitting through Jones' flesh serving no real purpose. Jacklynn yelled, angry that he'd taken her sword. Uncka' Jack really didn't seem to care. I watched as he started fighting Jones now using both swords and strategically backed Jones towards the edge of the ship.

I didn't move. I just stood and watched. My side was starting to really hurt and I was no longer sure that I did want this battle to happen after all. What if Jones had been telling me the truth? What if this goddess of the sea was going to go get his chest. What if dad was going to die because of this battle? Could Jones be trusted?

I watched as Uncka' Jack backed Jones all the way up to the edge of the ship. "Jack, what are you doing?" dad asked.

"Just watch," he grinned.

I watched as Uncka' Jack stuck both swords through Jones, one at his left side and the other at his right. I wondered why he decided to try that again after it didn't work the first time. Then I noticed what exactly that meant.

This time, because Jones was so close to the edge of the ship, the swords hadn't just gone through Jones they had also gone through the edge of the ship which meant that Jones was now stuck to the edge of the ship, unable to move. That could only make the final kill easier.

"Hurry Willy, kill him," Uncka' Jack yelled, "Before 'e gets loose!"

I froze. What was I to do? If I killed him would dad die? I looked around, and noticed that Jones' friend Calypso was no longer there. I didn't know exactly who she was, but she use to be on the ship. Where was she now? When had she left? Was she the goddess he was talking about? Was she going to go get dad's heart? Nothing made sense anymore.

"Willy now!" my mom yelled, panicking.

Davy Jones was struggling to get free. He would soon if I didn't do anything. I had to think and I had to think quick. Before I could decide what to do though, I watched as Jacklynn ran over to him, blocked his sword when he tried to stop her and quickly stabbed his heart. From the looks of it she was using dad's sword since Uncka' Jack had taken his. I don't know how she got dad's though.

Davy Jones was dying which meant that my father may also be dying soon. My heart stopped beating. The ache in my side was growing stronger, but it felt like nothing in comparison to the ache in my heart. Had Jacklynn just sent dad to his doom without knowing it? Had Jones been telling the truth?

I collapsed. Mom came running to me. "Willy, what's wrong?" she asked, worried.

I sighed. I had to stop hiding the truth. I pulled up my shirt and revealed the mark on my side, the mark from Davy Jones' sword.

"Will!" mom yelled, panicking. My father immediately came and joined her at my side. She showed him the wound and he quickly tore a piece of his sleeve and began to use it as a bandage. Everything started to go dark. I knew I had lost a lot of blood. I should have told them about the cut sooner. The last thing I saw before my eyes closed was Calypso who magically appeared in front of me, holding a chest. I hoped that wasn't dad's.

A/N:

So Im gonna be a little mean and that's gonna be my cliffie ending. I dont' know who's all reading this anymore, but if you are i'll let you in on a little secret... reviews motivate me to update quicker.

Right now I have most of the next chapter all planned out, it's all a matter of getting my thoughts onto paper, but i'll make a deal with you my awesome readers and if i can get 10 reviews by Sunday I'll update on Monday otherwise you can probably expect an update by Thursday, which is awhole four days furthur away. Essentially, I just really wanta know your guy's comments and such about this all.

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