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Pirates of the Caribbean 2:

The Dead Man's Chest

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Ah…Getting drunk and fondling beautiful ladies. What could be better than this? Jack Sparrow thought as he swaggered out of the Pig's Eye. He took another jolly swing of his longneck, and sighed in pleasure as he walked the streets, looking around hopefully for a good room and a curvy prostitute.

"That was a warning, wench!" a hoarse voice snarled from an alley ahead. Jack's brows furrowed as he tottered into the alley behind the Dancing Pony.

There, in the very dim lamplight, he was able to make out a large, burly man with a purpling bruise on his cheek standing over a woman, bloody knife in his hand. The woman was on the ground, staring hatefully at him, gripping a bleeding shoulder.

"An eye…" she hissed, pointing to his bruise, and then to hers. "For an eye."

"You filthy whore!" the man growled, taking her by the hair on the nape of her neck, pulling her up as she protested in pain.

"No one can hear you scream…" he hissed, running the blade of the dagger against her bruised cheek.

Now that sobered Captain Jack Sparrow up completely. Just as the woman shrieked and beat at the heavy man desperately, Jack went up behind him with grim determination, and tapped him on the shoulder.

When the man let go of the woman for that second, and turned around, Jack said gravely, "That's not very nice, mate," and smashed his rum bottle on the man's head. The assailant first went ridged, and then fell over with a heavy 'thunk'.

The woman just stared first at the unconscious body, then at Jack in shock.

"You…" he said mildly, pointing the now broken neck of the bottle at her. "You owe me another one of these." He shook the bottle neck slightly, for effect.

"I…you…" the woman sputtered. She had a strangely familiar Irish accent. "Th-thank ye, sir."

"Don' mention it," he said lightly. He cleared his throat. "Yah might want to…um…" He gestured vaguely at her open blouse, which was revealing a very nice, in Jack's opinion, lacy corset. The woman looked down, and her face reddened in the dim light.

"Pardon me," she muttered, quickly wrapping the torn openings together to cover her.

"Here, luv," Jack said softly to her, handing her his jacket. The woman took it and covered herself with that, too. In doing so, however, she had stepped into brighter light. Jack cocked his head. Her medium-length, tawny brown hair was matted with dirt and sweat, but still looked slightly familiar. But it was her eyes that triggered something. Her whiskey-colored eyes.

As she bent down to pick up the fallen dagger that her rapist had been holding, he spoke.

"Do I know you from somewhere?" he asked curiously. At first he woman puzzled as she peered at him, her brows knitted. Then her expression changed completely.

"Captain…Jack…Sparrow," she said, her voice no longer soft and beaten, but now cold and hard. "Aye, I remember yah."

"Really?" he said cautiously. "From where, may I ask?"

"Pull down yer shirt over yer righ' shoulder," she said slyly, a menacing tone icing her Irish lilt. "See if tha' triggers somethin'."

Jack obeyed and examined the long scar that curved over his shoulder. It took a minute for the realization to click.

"Ah…" he said, wincing. "You're that girl."

She nodded sarcastically with a cold smirk on her lips.

Putting the shirt back in place, Jack said meekly, "You do have quite developed breasts, though, luv."

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Alex raised a menacing brow, along with her dagger.

"Ye want me ta give yah a matching scar with the one you got now, Mr. Sparrow?" she threatened, pointing the dagger at him. "Or can I gut ye?"

"Just stating the facts, luv," Jack said mildly. "But, like you said…'an eye for an eye,' right?" He gestured first to her bleeding shoulder, then to his scarred one.

Alex snarled at him.

"You might want to see that looked after, though, darling," Jack added calmly, pointing to her shoulder again.

"I'm fine, yah pirate," she snapped, although her shoulder was throbbing painfully. She looked at the unconscious Higgens at her feet.

"I need ta git ou' 'o here," she muttered, stowing her dagger back into her bodice and walking past Jack toward the street.

"I didn't catch your name," Jack said. Alex paused for a moment.

"Alexandria McCain," she said simply without turning around.

"Well Alex…"

"Miss McCain," she corrected harshly, spinning around to face him.

"Miss McCain," Sparrow restated politely. "Just wanted to tell ye to watch yerself a little more carefully now."

"Understood, Mr. Sparrow," Alex replied coldly. "But let me warn ye, tha' if yah try to fondle me again, it'll be ye who'd be needin' to wat—"

BOOM.

Both Alex and Jack jumped in surprise.

"Wha' in God's name was tha'?" Alex exclaimed.

"Cannon fire," Jack answered calmly, almost amused.

"Cannon fire?" Alex repeated, dumbfounded. Never in her lifetime had Tortuga ever been attacked. Of course there was the occasional riot, but that was it.

The two of them ran out onto the street to see what exactly was happening. From their point of view, they could see an outline of a ship, and tiny puffs of smoke whenever it sent out another cannon.

"Déjà vu," Jack muttered, sighing. "It'd be better if yah run," he said to Alex, suddenly grave. "Attacks like this sometimes lead to total destruction."

"What?" Alex said, incredulous.

There were screams and shouts echoing through the streets as crowds of people panicked, trying to escape.

Suddenly, a chilling cold swept through the town. It was strange, because it was the middle of the summer, and that night was also a hot one. The hairs on Alex's neck and arms stood straight up as she was covered in goosebumps. Even Jack Sparrow looked wary now.

"Wha's goin' on?" Alex said, fear spiking her heart as a lazy mist began to envelop the town. The ship, which had now stopped firing cannons, suddenly took on an eerie green glow.

"I know that ship," Jack said suddenly, an uncommon look of fright in his eyes. "Oh, damn…"

"'Ello Jack."

Both Alex and Jack whipped around. Jack actually yelled in surprise.

Standing before them was the most ghastly thing she had ever seen. It looked like a cross between a man, a squid, and a crab. It looked rotten, and was covered in barnacles. Its eyes were blood-shot red and evil looking. The monster was leaning on a moldy-looking cane.

The thing took a step toward Jack.

"C-Captain Jones," Jack said, regaining his composure. "Wonderful…to see you again."

"Five years, wasn't it?" said the creature coldly. "Five years I've given ye to pay yer debt."

"Well…well, you see, there's a good reason for that…" Jack said, looking cornered.

"Ye made a blood oath, yah blasted swindler!" the creature roared. He leaned into Jack Sparrow's face. "And Davey Jones has his punishments for oath-breakers…"

"Whoa now!" Jack said, stepping away from Captain Davey Jones, laughing weakly. "L-let me explain before you give out any…punishments. See, I've been very busy—"

"I want me chest, Sparrow!" Jones cut off angrily. "An' yer goin' ta give it to me. Ye have three days, Sparrow."

"Three?" Jack repeated in a protesting tone.

"Yah want it to be two?" Jones snarled. "Three days, or ye'll be swabbin' the decks of the Flying Dutchman fer eternity. Understood?"

"E-eternity?" Jack stuttered.

"Yes, you idiot," Jones mocked. "Ye don' get me chest in three days, or ye'll be cursed to an afterlife of eternal servitude and damnation. Three days, Captain Jack Sparrow…" And with that, he disappeared, along with the ghostly ship and the mist.

The town seemed to be in shock. People who had been screaming and running it panic were frozen, staring out into the quiet, calm sea.

"Well…" Jack finally said, his voice a bit constricted. "Better round up the crew."

Alex, who had been frozen just as the other people of Tortuga, came back to the present.

"Let me go with ye," Alex said, grabbing Jack's arm. Jack raised an inquiring eyebrow.

"I had the impression you wanted to gut me," he said.

"Well I can' stay here anymore," Alex said, letting go of his arm.

"Well yah can't come with me," Jack told her sternly.

"Well I can' work here anymore. The bar was the only place I could find work," Alex protested.

"You can find another bar," Jack suggested indifferently.

"I was lucky ta be hired at the Pony. There's too many o' us in Tortuga, an' too little jobs."

"You could be a prostitute."

"Sparrow…"

"I'm kidding!"

Alex was fuming. "I'm goin' ta go with ye, whether ye like it or not."

"Stubborn wrench, aren't you?" Jack said, giving in. "Alright. Do you know anything about sailing?"

Silence.

"Well you'd certainly be a help," Jack muttered, heading toward the docks. Alex, face reddened with embarrassment, followed.

"You can't come, Miss McCain," Jack said in a monotone.

"I can swab the decks," Alex said desperately. "Make meals! I can learn to sail, fer God's sake! I'm a fast learner..."

Jack groaned and spun around.

"I said no!" Jack exclaimed exasperatedly. "If you can't hold your own, you're jest going to get in the way of the crew!" Alex glared at him, pulling out her dagger.

"I'm no gentle lady, Sparrow," she snarled, pointing her knife at him. "If anything, I can hold my own." Jack hesitated, looking at the dagger.

"Alright, Miss McCain…"

"Alex."

"Alex…" Jack said, sighing. "You may join my crew. On two conditions…" He held up two fingers. "Keep your dagger in your bodice, and ye still need to buy me that bottle o' rum." He grinned.

"Aye, Cap'n," Alex replied, rolling her eyes and stowing the dagger back into said bodice again.

"Alright then!" Jack said, clapping his hands together. "Looks like me boys are leaving a little sooner then expected. Let's round them up."

The two of them then set off to find the crew of the Black Pearl.

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Author's Note: Okay, two things and then you can review. One; I'm going to talk in an Irish accent at school on Monday! Please, if you can, do it too! Two; I found a picture of Davey Jones. You know, how he's going to look in the 2nd movie? Yep. And he's CGI! Who woulda thunk?