A/N: Well, so the REAL title of the third one is "At World's End". SO sue me. I saw something on Wikipedia that said Calypso's Fury, so there.

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Samuel Sparrow hated sailing.

He hated the smell of the ocean, the unsteadiness of the ship (he never could find his sea legs…), and the untold dangers that lay JUST underneath the surface, waiting to reach out and grab him, as he KNEW they would. He sighed and turned away from the railing just in time to see his son climb nimbly up the mast after one of the cabin boys. Sam shook his head. What was he going to do about Jack? The boy couldn't take his eyes off the open ocean, and having him so far out to sea was almost too much for a curious seven year old. He may even try to take command of the helm if no one watched him.

Fortunately, someone WAS.

"'EY! Get down from there, you rascal, or I'll have yer hide!" Gibbs was nearing on 19 years of age, a stout sailor in his own right and very comfortable on a ship, but for some reason he could never catch up to Master Samuel's son. Jack just looked down from the rigging and laughed gaily, swinging from one mast to the next, and driving Samuel insane.

"JACK! Get down right now, or I won't take you to see her."

Jack let out a small cry, and swung down to the deck. Samuel rubbed his temples. The boy was more monkey than human sometimes…Jack looked down at the deck sullenly. "You…. didn't REALLY mean that you weren't taking me, did you?" He pouted. "I really want to meet your friend, father."

Samuel patted his son's head. "And I'm sure Tia Dalma wants to meet you too, Jack." He put on his best "stern" face. "But, no more jumping off the mast, alright?" Jack nodded enthusiastically, and ran off after the cabin boy again. Samuel shook his head in amusement. Jack…. He'd been a handful since the day he found the lad, washed up on the shore with nothing but a tattered blanket. It seemed the harder he tried to reign Jack in, the harder he struggled to get free, running off to splash and play on the shore. Samuel knew that Jack's heart would lead him to the ocean but more than anything, he wanted to know his son's future.

Tia Dalma would provide that….

As the ship drew nearer to the secluded inlet, an uneasy feeling fell over the crew. Young Gibbs leaned over to Samuel and whispered, "You're not REALLY takin' the boy ashore THERE, are you?"

"Indeed I am." Samuel just smiled. "Don't worry, boy. Tia Dalma and I are in good standing with one another. She won't allow anything to happen to us."

Jack was more than pleased to be at the front of the longboat, gazing out into the jungle of untamed Jamaica. "It's so…. WILD, father." His dark eyes glimmered. "Wild and free…" He turned to Samuel, a strange smile on his face. "It's beautiful."

"Ah, I'm not as fond of it as you are, I'm afraid." Samuel glanced nervously around. The air hung thick around them, clinging to their shirts and adding to the foreboding feel of the dark, dank jungle around him. He shuddered and moved closer to Jack. "I tend to prefer civilization, son." Jack just smiled and ran his fingers through the murky water.

The boat ride up the river was a slow one, and by the time they reached the wooden hut, Samuel had had his fill of the jungle. He carefully stepped out of the boat and onto the deck, then helped Jack across. Turning to Gibbs, he whispered, "Mind the boat. You don't know what may be out there." Gibbs shifted uneasily at that, but nodded and put a bit more gunpowder in his gun. Samuel looked up at the hut. It was exactly as he remembered it, dark, dreary and unnatural. If it weren't for her services, he wouldn't have made the trip at all. He climbed the stairs, Jack firmly in tow, and knocked carefully on the rotting doorframe. A sharp creak escaped the rusty hinges, and the door swung open.

The room was full of all sorts of exotic and mystical-looking artifacts, and smelled vaguely of sandalwood and swamp. Candles burned dimly all around, casting long and strange shadows on the walls, and the long hiss of a yellow anaconda echoed through the stillness. Samuel gulped uneasily. He turned to Jack. "Stay here while I fetch her, alright?" He walked in, and looked around. It was even more disturbing than last time he was here…."Tia Dalma?", he called out.

A small crash erupted from the room beyond a curtain at the far right side of the house, and a small woman, eyes yellowed and teeth stained blue, entered with a grin. "Samuel Sparrow!" She flung her arms around his neck. "'Ow long has it been, ya spineless jellyfish?" She poked his ribs playfully. "Still afraid of de wata, I guess. What brings ya back to your Tia, eh?"

Samuel smiled nervously at her. "Remember how you promised to give my first born a blessing?"

Her eyes widened. "Samuel, you be a FADA?" Laughing gaily, she held her heart. "Oh, be still chile, where be de boy?" Samuel gave her a confused look, and she just laughed again. "O' COURSE I be knowin' him a boy, Sammy. Tia Dalma know almost everyting." She sat down at her table and gestured to the door. "Let him in."

Samuel nodded and opened the door again, gesturing for Jack to enter. "Tia Dalma, this is my son, Jack."

When Jack stepped through the door, Tia's eyes flew wide open in shock and panic. She was so surprised that she backed right into the table and knocked over a few of her jewelry and crab claws. She stared at the boy, arms held to her chest in a sign of reverence, and looked wildly to Samuel. "God in heaven, where did you FIND that!" She practically screamed out the words, rocking back and forth to calm herself down. Samuel looked at Jack, confused, then back at Tia Dalma, who gave him a look of total amazement. "What… Ya don know who this BE! Oh Samuel, it a miracle you made it here in one piece!" She grabbed Jack and started for the door.

Samuel intervened, totally perplexed (and now, rather frightened). "Wait, where are you taking him?"

"To de sea…" she said in a hushed voice. She looked up at him, eyes streaming with tears. "He belongs to de sea…"

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The ships of the royal navy bobbled lightly in the steadily roughening waters, but James Norrington stood perfectly still at the bow, staring out into the ocean, the heart beating delicately in his hands. So much had changed over the past few weeks…. He had been restored to his rightful place as Commodore in the king's royal navy; given control over a fleet of East India Trading company ships, and the power to control the most fearsome force in the ocean lay shuddering in his hands. As it was, he was the most powerful person in the whole of the ocean, taking orders from no one.

Well, no one but Cutler Beckett.

James winced. Cutler --- well, LORD Beckett's orders had been perfectly clear, right down to the letter. He was to search and destroy every pirate ship he encountered, stopping at every port he saw and demand for all able-bodied men to join his fleet, and if anyone resisted, he was to open fire on the port. It was more than disturbing to the commodore. He was NOT a murderer by nature, not unless he HAD to kill someone in battle, and the idea of destroying an entire port village did not sit well with him. Was it worth it, to regain his title and his power but become a murderer as well? He had given the heart to Beckett in hopes of regaining some semblance of honor, but more than ever, he felt hopeless and dishonorable.

"Calypso is angry tonight."

The dead, soulless voice jarred James from his thoughts, and he turned around. Davy Jones stood behind him, eyes downcast, and a look of absolute sadness in those watery orbs. Since the capture of his heart, Davy Jones had been taken captive aboard his own ship, and would often be summoned to the British ship Commander to be given orders. TERRIBLE orders, thought Norrington grimly.

And he was the one to give them.

"So it would seem, Mr. Jones." He struggled to keep that starched, unfeeling sound to his voice. He could not look the monstrous captain in the eye, no matter how he tried. Instead, he looked to the sea again. "You know your orders as well as I. We take the port of Galveston tomorrow night. They refused all manpower to Lord Beckett." There would be children in that port…. women as well. Fathers, mothers, families….

Davy Jones just looked on ahead. "And if I refuse?" There was something defiant about the giant squid that scared the commodore greatly, but he just scowled.

"You know the penalty." He took out a small dagger and held it dangerously close to the still-beating heart. Jones's eyes widened and the captain reached for the heart, but James held it just out of reach. "Will you obey?", he said fiercely.

"Yes, yes, just don't hurt it!" James smiled at this outburst and carefully wrapped the heart up again. Davy sighed dejectedly, then gave Norrington a dark look. "You know…the longer you hold me captive, the angrier Calypso becomes." He smiled cruelly (if you could call it a smile. On Jones's fearsome features, it came out as more of a sneer). "She'll come for you, and destroy every ship in this fleet." He nodded out towards the oncoming storm. "She's coming right now."

James just smiled in return. "Perfect."