Disclaimer: I don't any of the characters, blah blah blah. You get the picture, right?

Author's Note: It's driving me crazy what's going to happen to all of them, so I decided to clue myself in. Feel free to comment about how you think my story is going (that means that reviews are warmly welcomed.) If you do like this, then I will continue, posting new chapters as quickly as humanly possible. Even if that means staying up through the night, just to make you happy. I know what you're thinking, 'wow, what a kind person, who would loose sleep to make me happy.' Yup that pretty much describes me. Anyway, onto the story that I was blabbing about.

Prologue- Jack Sparrow

Jack thrust his sword into the side of the Beast, thrashing as he tore a gaping hole in the side. The creature cried in agony and Jack, not giving up, continued to cut the Kraken to pieces. The smell was horrible, but Jack tried not to pay attention to it. Right now he was concentrating on getting out of the Beast. He didn't think about his crew, or Davy Jones, or…Elizabeth.

He held his breath as sea water poured into the Kraken. He dove forcefully through the hole, and the dying creature sank to the bottom of the sea. Jack kicked to the surface as fast as he could, his lungs burning as the weight of the water around him pounded against him. The surface seemed too far away, and it seemed to be getting farther and farther away from him. His lungs threatened to burst as everything around him began to blacken. He refused to let himself pass out because if that were to happen then he would automatically began to breath the sea water that would suffocate him, killing him. He would never be able to see daylight again; never be able to drink another sip of rum; never tell… how he felt about her.

When things began to spin, he stopped kicking his legs. He was going to die; an awful way to die. He couldn't believe that it had all come down to this. Every other time, escaping death. Why should he stop now? But it was so hard to stay alive. His eyes slid shut, as he was about to take a breath of the sea water, when he felt a hand on his shoulder, pulling him up. He broke the surface and gasped in the air. He couldn't get enough of the air, as he panted while the fiery oxygen blazed through his lungs.

"Well, well, well, Captain Jack Sparrow." A harsh voice said, letting go of his shoulder. "We had a bargain, and you refused to do your end of the deal." The voice chuckled, and Jack felt a cool flat surface press against his neck.

"Davy Jones," Jack said, bringing his eyes open. He forced a smile as he saw the blade against his neck. "If you were going to kill me, why didn't you let me drown?" He brought his hand up to move the blade, but Jones brought the blade to Jack's face, leaving a gaping bloody wound from Jack's right ear to his jaw. Jack moved his face away, messing up his face in pain. None the less, he still looked Davy Jones in the eye.

"Jack, Jack," Jones brought the blade back to Jack's throat. "That would have a much too nice death for you. Join my crew. We had a bargain."

"I'd rather die in hell than join you," Jack said, calmly.

"Well, well, Jack Sparrow, that's something I never thought I'd hear from you. There was a time when you'd so anything to cheat death."

"Things have changed," Jack told him, remembering the feel of Elizabeth's lips on his. Her body pressed against him… "I'm a changed man."

Jones snarled. "Is it a woman?"

"Aye. You'd know all about that right?"

Jones growled him his face. "And I suppose that you know more than me right?" He turned to two crew members behind him, handing one the blade. "Kill him."

The crew member's snarled, happily, and one held Jack down as the other brought the blade to Jack's throat. Jack sighed. Two stupid crewmen. He could get rid of them easily.

"Hey look over there, Davy Jones' heart!" Jack pointed behind their shoulders.

"We aren't falling for that," the one with the blade said.

"Well, what if he's telling the truth?" The other one said.

"He's not."

"How about you keep an eye on him, make sure he doesn't get away, while look just to make sure he's lying."

"Fine." The one with the blade said, while the other turned to look. He squinted and tried to find this so called, 'heart.'

"Is that it?" He asked. "I think I see it."

The one with the blade scowled and took his attention away from Jack to see what his partner was looking at. "I don't see anything."

"See that right there." He pointed.

"No, I think so. It's too round."

"Hearts are kind of round."

"No, hearts are more triangular shaped. Its not it, you scum."

He turned back to Jack, but… he was gone.

"Now you let him get away, you stupid gullible…" He didn't continue for at that moment, Jack on the railing of the ship a few feet away from them.

"Jones," Jack called, making Davy Jones turn to see him away from his crew members. "Always remember this as the day that you almost caught Captain..." Just then Jack slipped and fell into the water. When he surfaced, he smiled. He knew that was too easy and that this wasn't over, but it was worth a try. He dove down into the water and the crew looked over the side of the ship trying to find him.

"Jack" Jones yelled. "You won't get away that easy."

Jack couldn't hear him, he was swimming away from the ship, headed toward a small mount of land he saw on the horizon. He dove deeper into the water, when he suddenly felt himself falling. Air came back to his lungs as he felt wood beneath him once more.

Jones towered over him. "I told you that you wouldn't get away that easy." He said. "No one escapes Davy Jones. I control the seas, as long as you're in it, you belong to me."

"Do you want us to kill him?" The crewman was still holding the blade.

"I'll do this one myself." Jones snatched the blade, swinging it towards Jack. As he was about to bring it down on him, he stopped. "I have a better idea. Cuff him in irons. Make sure he doesn't escape. We're going below."

He walked away and crew swarmed around him, holding him still. Bootstrap Bill watched from a safe distance as his old friend was carried into the brig. The ship lurched suddenly and descended into the watery depths, disappearing from the surface.