Here we go! Next update is here. Ok I forgot the disclaimer on the last chapter so it will count for the last one too

Disclaimer: I own the plot and Tara and the macaw.

Suddenly the kraken surfaced. The tentacles flew around in the air and it roared. Tara stepped to the side and one of the crew got covered in mucus. Tara hid her grin as the undead pirate glared at her.

"Spit him up!" Jones yelled. Jack came flying out of the kraken's mouth and onto the deck. He was covered in mucus as well.

"Gross." Tara said. Jack saw her and grinned. He sashayed over to her but she held a hand up.

"Don't come any closer." She said. "At least not while your all covered in that stuff."

Jack grinned again and was about to say something but Jones cut him off.

"Well, Jack, here you are." He said.

"Well, I've tried my hardest not to be." Tara smiled at his reply. Jones glared at her and it was quickly whipped off.

"You should have known that when you make a deal with me, you will serve on my ship to repay it." Jones laughed and started to walk away.

"I had no idea you've taken to makin women work on yer ship." Jack said. The captain's thudding step stopped but he didn't turn around.

"She has a debt to pay." He said. He continued walking and he went into his cabin. Jack turned back to her.

"And what might that be, luv?" he asked.

"It's not my debt, its my parents'. But since they are dead, I have to serve 200 years for them." Tara said. The rain pounded down harder as the sound of organs drifted through the air. Tara recognized the sad song. She glanced at Jack, who was busy wiping the saliva off of him.

"One day I'm gonna Kill that beastie." He said putting his hat on his head. Tara laughed at him as he went around in circles trying to reach something on his back.

"Stop." She said and he listened. She picked off a piece of seaweed on his back. Two arms wrapped around her waist and she was pulled away from him.

"Let me go!" she shouted.

"Why might we be doing that? A woman on a ship is useful in more ways than one." The man said. Tara elbowed the man in the stomach and he threw her into the railing of the ship. She groaned as she landed. She looked up to see Bootstrap being held back and the other crew advancing on her. A sword was thrust between her and the crew. Tara saw it was Jack's sword.

"You don't want to be doing that mate." He said.

"And why not?" The hammer headed man asked.

"Because if anyone was to be doing that with Miss Smith, it would be me." They all turned to see Davvy Jones glaring at them. Tara wrinkled her nose in disgust. Jack saw this and smirked. The captain grabbed her arm and pulled her to his cabin. He slammed the door shut. Tara stared at him.

"What are you going to do?" she asked, trying to keep her voice from shaking.

"From now on, you will sleep in here." He said.

"Um is that such a good idea?" she asked eyeing him.

"It is a lot safer in here than out there. Unless you would prefer to stay out there."

"No, no." Tara said quickly. She glanced around and only saw one bed.

"Where would I sleep?" she asked.

"On the bed."

"Where will you sleep?"

"One the bed."

"I'll take the floor." Tara said sitting down. Jones was silent. He walked over to a trunk and rummaged through it. He pulled out a bundle and tossed it to her. Tara suspiciously undid the cloth covering it and found clothes. A white shirt with a brown vest and brown pants. A pair of boots was there too. Tara looked up questioningly.

"The clothes you are wearing now are too revealing. Change." 'Is it my imagination, or did I see him blush a little?' Tara asked herself. Tara stood and put the clothes on a table. She looked over at him expectantly.

"Well?" she asked.

"Well what?"

"Are you leaving or what?"

"This is my ship lassie; I'll stay wherever I want."

"Well, you can't stay here. Not while I'm changing at least." Tara said. She opened the door and pushed him out. There was a lock on the door so she locked it. She changed and found a brush and scarf. She brushed her waist length hair and tired it up in a red scarf. She found a mirror and looked at herself. She thought she looked ok. 'Gosh, these clothes are kind of like Elizabeth's.' she thought. She heard a rattling at the door.

"Open up the door, lassie." Jones growled at her.

"No." she said after a minute.

"What did you say?"

"I said no. Break down the door if you have to." Tara lay down on the bed and closed her eyes. She wanted to see how bad he wanted to get in. He banged on the door.

"Come on. If you're so strong, you can get in." Tara grinned. She looked out the window to see it was almost pitch dark out there. She yawned and closed her eyes again.

"Time for bed…"she said and promptly fell asleep.

'When I get in there...' Davvy thought as he rattled the door. It was late and thankfully his crew was asleep Only the night watch was there and the bloody pirate was asleep as well. Suddenly, he remembered he had a set of keys in his pocket. 'Why didn't I think of this before?' he asked himself. He fished them out of his pocket and unlocked the door. He walked in and saw Tara sleeping peacefully on the bed. His breath was taken away by how beautiful she was. Her hair was sprawled around her and her hand was right next to her cheek. She seemed to be sleeping very peacefully, as if she were back home and none of this had every happened. He went to her and used one of his tentacles to run down her cheek. Her once peaceful expression turned to a frightened one once he touched her. He scowled and pulled away. He sat at his organ and opened the heart shaped locket he had had for so long. The music played and Tara seemed to calm down once more. He scowled again and turned away from her.

Tara groaned as she woke up. She was afraid to open her eyes. She had wished so hard that she was back home and she didn't want to face the reality. But she would have to face it sooner or later so she might as well get on with it. She opened her eyes and saw the ceiling of Davvy Jones's cabin. She sat up and the blanket covering her fell off. 'Wait a minute. I didn't cover myself with a blanket last night.' She thought. 'He must have got in when I fell asleep.' She stretched and looked around. She saw his sleeping on the bench of his huge organ. 'That mustn't be very comfortable.' She stood up and went over to him. She figured he must be just sitting, not sleeping. It would be hard to sleep like that. She got over to him when she noticed the locket. It wasn't pretty to her but she looked at it in wonder. She picked it up and the music began to play. Suddenly a tentacle wrapped itself tightly around her wrist. The pain got so bad Tara dropped the locket and it clunked to the floor. She looked and saw Davvy Jones was awake and he was gripping her so tightly. The pain got worse and she gasped out in pain.

"S-Stop! You're going to break my wrist!" she gasped out. His hold on her loosened but he didn't let go.

"What do you think your doing?" He asked her. He glared at her so long she had to look away.

"I was just looking." She mumbled. He grabbed her arm with his hand and wrenched her by the door.

"Get out." He said.

"What?"

"GET OUT!" he yelled. He threw her against the closed door and she cried out in pain. He instantly regretted doing so. She scrambled to open the door and went through it as fast as she could. She ran out on deck and was encompassed in someone's arms again. She yelped in surprise and the person holding her said

"Its only me, luv, calm down!" Tara recognized Jack's voice and stopped struggling. She looked back Jack saw her pale face.

"What happened?" he asked. She ignored his question.

"I need to get off of this ship." She said.

"Well, luv, when you do, be sure to tell me how or take me with ya." Jack said. Tara turned around while still in his grasp.

"I need your compass." She said. Jack got a confused look.

"How do you know-"

"Jack, please! I'll explain later! I just need it!" She said, interrupting him. Jack got an idea and grinned.

"It'll come for a price." He said. Tara stared up at him angrily.

"What do you want?"

"A kiss." Tara rolled her eyes. He was so predictable. But that was why she loved about him. She reached up and pulled him down to her level by his beard. She had meant the kiss to be a quick one, but Jack deepened it. She pulled away, even though she didn't want to. She glared at him and he just laughed.

"Are you going to give to me or not?" she asked. When he didn't say anything, she reached into the pockets of his overcoat. He grinned as she pulled it out.

"Just for that, I don't think I will bring you with me." She said. He continued to grin at her and she ignored him. Still in his grasp, Tara closed her eyes and concentrated on finding a way home. She opened the compass and saw the needle was pointing southwest. Jack leaned his head on he shoulder as he looked at it.

"What's southwest of here?" she asked.

"Jamaica."

'Well I've always wanted to go there.' Tara thought trying to be optimistic.

"Maybe… Maybe Bootstrap knows what is supposed to be there." She murmured. They walked down the steps to the galley, where Bill had been assigned for the day. Jack saw a bottle of rum and began to take huge swigs.

"Jack!" Tara said. She couldn't believe he could be drinking at a time like this.

"What? Oh, sorry." He said as he placed the bottle in her hands. She rolled her eyes and set it down.

"Bootstrap—Bill, I have a question." She said. Bill looked up from what he was doing.

"Yes?" Tara glanced around just to make sure they were the only ones there before she spoke again.

"Jack's compass points to where your heart most desires and I really want to just go home. And it pointed to Jamaica. Is there something there I should be looking for?" she asked. Bill gave her a long look before replying.

"You remember how the captain said your parents time traveled by way of a gypsy?" Tara nodded.

"Well, that gypsy lives in Jamaica. We managed to get there by way of her as well, but transporting a whole ship takes lots of energy. She might not even be able to do it anymore." Jack listened silently as they talked about the so called gypsy. He still had many questions for Tara but he supposed he should wait for the opportune moment. He finished the bottle of rum and set the bottle down.

"SO we will get off this ship, go to Jamaica, talk to this gypsy, and 'time travel'." Jack said.

"Sounds easy, doesn't it?" Tara asked smiling at him. He thought he felt his heart skip a beat when she did.

"Try impossible." Bill said.

"Nothings ever impossible. Just improbable." Jack said. Tara grinned and asked

"When are we headed to land?"

"We are on a course for port Mann. It seems someone has tapped into and nearly depleted our rum supply." Bill said looking pointedly at Jack, who sat there, grinning.

"Aye, and fine rum it was." He said. Tara rolled her eyes again.

"When will we be there?"

"In about a week. It is the nearest port after all."

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