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Barbossa let the wind carry the Interceptor far out to sea. His cold dark eyes watched the sun which was falling slowly beyond the horizon line. A while back, the great captain might have not felt anything as the bright moon set on he and his entire crew. . . showing their cursed, skeletal forms. But that did not happen, for he was no longer cursed. But Jack, the monkey, was.

William continued to look off the deck, hoping that he might just see Jack. They were around the place where they had left the ship now. Small pieces of the Black Pearl had risen to the surface and floated about.

Still hanging lazy from the ropes hanging along the side of the boat, Marianna happened to glance back, her hair curling around her face as she did so. "Will..." She slid down to the deck, landing by the blacksmith and pulling him away from the view of the wreckage. "I do believe the Commodore is following us." She pointed past the back of the Interceptor where another ship had come sailing into view, not to far from their own boat.

Will turned to where she was pointing. It was true; the Commodore's new ship was coming in fast on them. "Any ideas on what we should do? Should I inform the captain?"

"I do suppose we should." Marianna replied, craning her neck slightly and hanging over the banister of the deck to watch the swift approaching ship. "It must be a present from our friend Lord Cutler Beckett... no doubt." The words slid from her mouth with distaste.

Will's eyes widened," Lord Beckett has the heart. . . What if he is on that ship?"

"Then Davey Jones wouldn't be far behind, his heart in the hands of such a scoundrel." the girl, pointed out. Will turned to find her right behind the two of them.

Marianna glanced back at Christian before looking back out to the sea. "I do believe you are right. Will..." She turned, leaning back against the railing, a quite serious look on her face. "What do you suppose that Lord Beckett promised to Norrington? Besides his title and ship back, that is."

"I am not sure Miss Marianna." he spoke quietly. Will turned away from the ship that was nearing oh so quickly and yelled," Captain, another of the Commodore's ships is heading this way!"

Almost as if by instinct Marianna glanced behind her and her eyes widened. "Watch out!" She called, throwing herself at Will, who was occupied, and knocking him to the ground of the deck as a strange exploding cannon ball came plowing through the railing of the Interceptor. She looked back to see the ship of Davey Jones rising from the depths of the ocean floor, dark blue waves tumbling in it's wake. Not only was the Commodore and Lord Beckett on their tail, but they had Davey Jones to worry about also. It must have been a more familiar sight for Will, but Marianna watched as the men peeled themselves from the wall of the ship. Then... he was there. Davey Jones himself was standing on the deck of the Interceptor, his tentacle like beard squiggling around in front of him and his clawed hand on his hip with an unhappy smirk.

Barbossa turned, sliding his sword from his sheath. "Ye has no reason to be on this here ship!" He kept his eyes on the captain of the Flying Dutchman. "Can't find yer heart? We don't have it."

Will hit the floor, cursing aloud as he slowly pushed himself up. Davey Jones, another face he hope never to see, was standing on deck.

Marianna glanced back at the Commodore's ships. They didn't turn to leave before the Flying Dutchmen was after them nor did they fire an attack of any kind. They only slowed, pulling up next to the Interceptor.

"I ain't hare for no heart. I know where my heart is." Davey Jones looked only at Barbossa a small moment before looking down to Will and Marianna. "Nor am I hare for the boy." He began to step closer. "I'm here fer the prize." He grinned, giving a finger motion as his crew began to come aboard.

Will pulled out his sword, and backed up, almost into Marianna. "Don't touch her." he warned.

"Tch." Christian leapt fourth, her sword slicing a boarding crew member of the Flying Dutchman. She had not yet seen the Commodore's crew boarding near behind her. Something thumped the back of her head and everything went blank as she slunk to the ground.

"Mister Turner." Commodore Norrington stated wiping off the butt of his long gun. Paying no attention to the girl who had fallen beside him. "It would be best if you move away from my fiancé'."

"Thank you, Will." Marianna whispered, wrapping her arms about his waist and hugging him tight before pulling away. They were surrounded now. "Commodore Norrington." She spoke up. "I'm glad to see you have gotten your title back. The last time I saw, you were looking a rather bit shabby." She glanced from Davey Jones, who was still walking towards the two, to Commodore Norrington. "I do not, however, remember consenting to marriage." Then her thoughts flashed to her father... where was he?

Norrington laughed," Lord Beckett promised, that if I gave him the chest . . . I could have my title, job, and. . . . You. "He took another few steps toward the two.

"I will not hesitate to kill you Commodore." Will warned again, for Norrington was in feet of his sword.

"Ha. Then I can seal your title as Pirate. Do you really want that William?" the Commodore replied.

"Stop... don't, Will. They'll have you on the gallows. Commodore..." Marianna was cut off as she looked back and screeched slightly.

Davey had grown tired and impatient. "Lets get this over with, Norrington." He snarled, pulling Will by the nape of his shirt and tossing him back. He pulled Marianna by the waist into his arms and she squirmed for freedom.

Will hit the ground again, and scrambled to his feet. "Marianna!" he yelled, and charged the Captain of the Flying Dutchman with his sword, not caring for the rules of battle. Rules were more like guidelines anyway.

Barbossa walked down the stairs," Hand ye lass over Jones, Commodore." He ordered.

Davey Jones just laughed, clutching Will's sword in his crab like hand. "You can't kill the Captain of the Flying Dutchman with a sword, Lad!" His laughter increased as his crew began to chase after the small crew of the Interceptor.

Will yanked hard on the sword, finding it would not come out of the Pirates claws. Without another thought, Will had run and jumped off the side of the Interceptor and onto the Commodore's new ship. There was no way he could get Marianna away from the Pirate . . . but if he could get Davey Jones' heart from Lord Beckett, he could set his father free. He wasted no time to get to the upper deck. "Lord Beckett." He spat, as if the name disgusted him.

Without Will in the way of the Commodore and his prize Davey Jones walked towards Norrington. "Here's the Lass." He used the back of Will's sword, swatting Marianna on the back of the head. Immediately she fell unconscious, and he handed her over. Then without another word he appeared on the Commodore's ship. "If you'll excuse me." He had no need to follow after the young pirate; he knew where his heart was.

Beckett heard his name, in a bit of surprise at that. He stood, tucking the heart and it's safe keeping box under his arm. "Why, young Mr. William. I must say I didn't expect to see you." He gulped slightly in nervousness.

Will walked to the side of the room, sliding a sword from its place on the wall. "Give me the box Beckett." he ordered and strode toward Beckett. One of his hands opened, the other was occupied by the sword.

"And what exactly do you intend to do with that sword, Mr. Turner?" Beckett gulped slightly as he watched the top of the sword, backing up with box in arm.

Will smirked," I intend to kill you if you don't give me the heart." He was within feet of the man.

Norrington took the girl, "Lock the crew up, we are taking the Interceptor." He ordered and carried Marianna to the cabin. He stroked her face after he had set her down in a chair. "We'll be married soon, my dear." His crew had finally captured each and every one of the Pirates on the Interceptor; they were soon in the brigs.

"Just like Miss Marianna." Lord Beckett commented, slowly sliding the box across a smooth table to Will. "How is she doing, by the way?" He asked, backing away empty handed this time as he watched the other ship through the window.

Slowly Marianna's eyes fluttered open, her vision taking it's time to unblurr, but she could see straight soon. She sat up quickly, glancing around to find she was in the Captain's cabin with Commodore Norrington. "What..." She glanced up at Norrington before darting towards the door.

"I believe that box belongs to me." A sick and sappy voice stated from behind Will. "And I'll gladly be taking it back."

Norrington slowly turned toward his bride," You'll find it locked Miss Marianna. It's a precaution; I can't have my bride getting wet on the deck, am I right?" A sleek smile had formed his lips as he looked over the girl.

Will took no time to turn; he reached out and grabbed the box. 'tha-thump' the heart pounded. He turned to face the pirate. "No."

Christian awoke slumped against a pole with the rest of Barbossa's crew. Her dark eyes searched the deck; she had a massive headache. "Ugh." The young pirate tried to move but found she had also been tied tightly.

Marianna grimaced, grabbing onto the door knob anyways and jiggling it. It was locked with no way to get through from where she was. She turned in a semi-circle, searching for an exit... there were quite a few windows. She ran to one facing the ship Will was on. "Will! Will!" She pounded against the frame.

"You will not stop me, foolish boy." Davey Jones spat. "That heart is mine!" He pointed to the box.

"You'll have to pry it from my cold dead hands." Will retorted, sliding under the table so he was on the same side as Beckett. He soon heard Marianna shouting, and found he was near a window. An opened window.

Norrington snickered and held up a key as he drew himself closer to Marianna. "I have the key dear. No need to yell, that scoundrel is most likely dead by now."

"Awww!" Beckett yelled, racing past both of the other two and out the door. There was no way he was going to stand in the middle of that.

"What do you think you're doing, boy?" Davey Jones clutched the table between the two of them, throwing it out of the way and at the wall where it crashed and ripped to pieces.

Marianna glanced out the window one last time; she could clearly see Will standing there. She turned to the Commodore, reaching out her hand. "Give it to me, Norrington." She demanded.

Will stuffed the box into his ruffled shirt, raising two fingers to his forehead. With a wink, he jumped from the window and into the ocean beside the ship.

The Commodore shook his head," I'm sorry, but I cannot do that. You are my bride, not William's." He swung the key ring on his finger.

Davey screamed in anger, stomping out to the deck. "Back on ship!" He screamed to his oceanic crew. "Now!"

Marianna clenched her teeth together, walking towards Commodore Norrington. "Give it to me." She repeated, snatching for the key.

Will surfaced shortly and yelled," Marianna!" Without someone to help him up to the deck, it would be quite difficult, maybe even impossible.

Marianna's hand had hit Norrington hand quite hard and knocked the key away. He wasn't very fast at reacting.

Almost instantly Davey Jones and his crew had disappeared, his ship being swallowed up by the ocean whole as the retreated.

At once Marianna was acting. She ran for the key, snatching it up in her hand. "You'll have to excuse me, Commodore. I'm afraid I'll have to cut our reunion short."

Will yelled again," Marianna!" He was now lifting himself up, barely hanging onto a loose board.

The Commodore swore, in spite of defeat. "But, Marianna. . ."

"I'm really sorry, Commodore." Marianna looked back at him once before unlocking the door. "I hope you won't be needing this." She bowed with a smile, sliding a shining sword from the wall and leaving the Captain's cabin. "Will... hold on!" The girl called, and the clank of swords could be heard as she pushed her way through the crew.

"Hmph." Commodore Norrington grunted but didn't get up. She really did not like him, or at least by his standards.

Will lifted his right arm, holding onto another piece of ruffled wood. He lifted up, and then looked down. He was quite a bit up the ship, but that did not stop him.

There were more thinking noises as Marianna made her way across the deck to the side of the ship. "Will... Will, I'm coming!" Then there was silence from the girl until her head peeped over the wooden railings around the boat with a smile. Leaning over the railing she extended her arm as far as she could. "Take my hand." She told him.

Will reached up with one hand and grabbed hers, hoisting himself up to the side. Once he was over the side, he smiled. "You're alright." It was then that he noticed the fight going on the deck. "Where's Norrington?"

"Yes, I am alright." Marianna grinned, plucking her sword from the deck where she had stuck it. "I think he's still in the Captain's cabin, and the crew is down in the brig. Well, time to take back the Interceptor." Giving a salute like gesture Marianna then ran into the crowd, her sword raised over her head until she brought it's bottom onto the top of another's cranium with a loud crack.

Will reached for his sword, but found that it was on the other boat. He rushed into the small battle and dodged a great many hits before he reached the stairs. Yells and conversations could be heard from the top of the strait staircase. Will turned and tried to spot Marianna.

"Hmph." With a bit of trouble, Marianna managed to kick one of the Commodore's crew members over board. He had been giving her a spot of trouble and she ran her hand through the side of her hair, sighing lightly.

Will stepped quietly down the stairs. The crew's weapons were scattered on a bench near the entrance of the brigs. Being very quiet, not to make a sound, he slipped a sword from the pile and hurried back up into the battle.

While Marianna had been quite successful in knocking Norrington's crew out from the game she started to have a bit of trouble. One man had pushed her to the side of the ship, both swords pressed together in a blocking motion, and she was nearly hanging over the side.

Christian sat up," Was that Will that just came and stole a sword!" She had seen someone come down the stairs and swipe a sword from the crew's pile of weapons.

Will blocked an attack and spotted Marianna. His sword slashed through the belly of one of the last of the Commodore's crew and dashed across the deck to Marianna. He tapped the man using two swords on the shoulder, such as Jack would have done.

"Huh?" The man turned and Marianna used the chance to swing her knee up and into his groins. "Ugh." With a painful groan the man dropped his sword, clutching himself as she pushed him also overboard. "Thanks." She smiled, rubbing her hands together. "I do believe we should go and rescue the crew, now." She suggested. "I would rather like to get a move on."

Will watched the man plunge into the water, and then turned back to the small fight going on. Two men were punching at each other and Cottons parrot flew above them yelling out curse words and squawking in an annoying tone.

Barbossa chuckled and rolled his eyes,"Ye Lass must be day dreaming. Yer William is most likely dead at sea."

"Come on." Marianna laughed slightly, pulling Will away by the arm and to the stairs to the brig where the crew was. She was just fast enough at getting to the stairs to hear Barbossa's comment. She gave a very fake and defiant laugh. "Hardly, Barbossa." Marianna descended the stairs, dangling a pair of keys on her finger, which she had plucked from the wall. "Tsk, Tsk." She shook her head. "William Turner floating at sea while I'm around? I think not." She walked over to where they had been held during the fight, unlocking the rusty iron door to the cage like area. "Now I dare say, let us get a move on. Poor old Jack will be dust at this rate."

Will walked in behind her," You thought the great William Turner would die out at sea?" He swung his arms up in the air in a gesture Jack had done awhile back. It felt strange acting like Jack, it was almost pleasing.

Barbossa grinned, pushing the door forward, "Aye, Lass. Yer the best woman to have ever sailed these cursed waters."

Marianna bowed much as a young boy would, grinning. "I thank you Captain, but now I must beseech thee. Get a move on." She waved her hands towards the stairs slightly. She was in a rather jolly and strange mood... and yet it seemed as though Will was too. He was acting a bit... stranger.

The captain and the rest of the crew went up the stairs and threw the rest of the crew off board, including Commodore Norrington.

After Will and Marianna were left alone he smirked and turned to face her. He reached into his ruffled shirt and pulled out the heart of Davey Jones. "I got it." he spoke quietly.

"Will... that is terribly gross." Marianna made a face. "Even in the box I can't believe you had that in your shirt." She smiled however, moving closer and placing her hands over Will's. Then, almost debating whether to or not, she put her ear to the box. From within one could hear the soft ba-dump of a heart and it caused her to pull back. "So... um... what are you going to do with it now?" She asked, eyeing the box.

Will pulled the small knife Bootstrap had given him and opened the box. The fist sized heart pumped and he reached in his free hand and picked it out of the box. "I-I have to . . . stab it." He muttered, gagging a bit at the sight of the heart.

The second Will's blade pierced the heart, Davy fell to his knees. He clutched at his chest as unwanted feelings flooded and filled him as he cried out in pain. There was a resounding ripple like wave, though the wall of water was immense in size that spread at once throughout the water as he screamed. His body shriveling up into itself, as if he were being dried from the inside out. Then the ship began to crumble, most of the crew fallowing along after. Throughout the deep seas the agonizing pleads of the dying crew could be heard within the wind.

The Interceptor jerked to the side, almost being swallowed by an enormous wave of unusual proportions. With a light thud Marianna, who had been watching Will, was thrown into him.

Will caught her and was knocked down as well. They both hit the cold floor, Marianna on top of Will. His cheeks turned a light crimson. "A-are you alright?" The bloodied heart had slid to the other side of the room, the knife still within it.

A hunched man scrambled to the deck of the Flying Dutchman as it crumpled. Soon, the ship was submerged and a few of the crew members got to the surface including the man. He no longer looked like a crude damned pirate of the Flying Dutchman. His body was cleared of sea bottom crustations. Now his challenge was to get to a shore without drowning. But how could Bootstrap Bill, Will Turners father give up now?

"I... uh... yes. Yes, I am." Marianna nodded, the sound of heart beats came to her ear once again. Though, it wasn't the heart of Davy Jones she could hear. It was her own. "I'm sorry." She told him quietly, attempting to stand though her leg just slipped in between his and she nearly fell to his chest again. She squeaked slightly, quite embarrassed at her own clumsy-ness.

Will blushed and laughed at them both. "Heh." his eyes caught hers and his face turned a darker crimson. "Its . . . alright."

"He he..." Marianna laughed quietly, only seeming to become more embarrassing until she fell silent. Her deep, almost blackish, grey eyes locked with Will's and she smiled

Will smiled, and leaned up. His hazel eyes keeping her gaze untill he closed his eyes and touched his delicate lips to hers, kissing her lightly on the lips.

Marianna's arms felt weak and she couldn't understand the feelings flowing through her. Never the less, she pulled away slightly, looking down at him, before pulling in and kissing him back tenderly.

Will and Marianna kissed deeply with passion, but did not go too far.

Barbossa looked across the deck and said," Mister Gibbs! Where be William and Miss Marianna!"

Mister Gibbs scurried across the deck in thought. He never did see them come up from the brig yet. He looked down the stairs at the two on the kissing on the floor before turning and cupping a hand around his mouth. "They be bonding in the brig, Captain!" He yelled across the boat, many of the crew stopping their work in surprise.

Barbossa crossed the deck and looked down the stairs.

Will looked up, he was still beneath Marianna. He did what was possible to push her off, his face flushing again. "Ehm."

The Captain laughed loudly, shook his head and walked back to the wheel. "Hah, shiver me timbers."

Will hardly had to push her off as she stumbled off of him in a hurry, a hand to her mouth. "Um..." She stood, wiping non-existent dust from her pants. "I do believe I should be on deck." She bowed her head slightly to Will, not wishing to run off, but heading for the stairs.

Will nodded and walked up the stairs, keeping his gaze low as he walked to the top deck and looked off into the sea. Out of the corner of his eye, he spotted Christian who was staring at him, seeming almost sad. Had she seen him and Marianna? Well, maybe not seen. . . but definitely heard Mister Gibbs.

Christian was on her hands and knees, scrubbing away at the deck. After staring at Will for a long few minutes, she brought her gaze back to her hands. Was it true, that Will and Marianna were "bonding" in the ship? She sighed and felt really bad. If she hadn't talked about Jack, nor kissed him, Will wouldn't be with Marianna. Perhaps it would be better this way?

Marianna walked to the other side of the ship's deck, still a bit flustered. She leaned onto the smooth wood railing of the Interceptor, looking out to the dark waters below. Perhaps, I shouldn't have kissed him. She thought with a sigh. No... Wait! He kissed me first. With a 'hmp' of satisfaction she grinned slightly, watching her reflection glitter and ripple across the water's surface. Her waist length hair was a bronze like color, a brownish golden mix, and she tilted her head to watch it flow behind her as she undid it. When would they be able to finally save Jack? Her thoughts drifted from everything else as she thought about the world's end... wait! She'd heard of that place before. Were they truly going to be able to find him?

Christian stood up and walked to the side of the Interceptor. They were on their way to find Jack. "Yo ho, yo ho. A pirates life for me." she whispered letting the wind carry her hair which was held back by a bandana. Would they find Jack? Dead or alive?

Will spotted the island of Tortuga coming into view, but did not say anything. The Captain probably already knew anyway.

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