A/N: Okay, I'm not so sure what's going to happen next, so it may be a while before I post again...or maybe not. I don't know. I'm sorry if you guys don't like the story anymore. I hope you keep reading it.

thomthom

At World's End: Chapter 14

Maybe Jack was dead. He didn't feel dead though. What did being dead feel like? He knew dead people surrounded him, so maybe he was dead, too. And there was no rum. None what…so…ever. Jack did not like the afterlife.

"Where am I?" He said looking at his former, mutinous crewmember.

"The Dead Shores."

"Pardon?"

" A limbo of sorts. And you, Jack Sparrow, will be stuck here for all eternity."

"Eternity? That really doesn't sound like anything I want to be apart of."

"Jack Sparrow owed his soul to Davy Jones," said one.

"Owes," Jack turned to him. "Not past tense, savvy?"

"Jack Sparrow's soul has joined ours," someone said.

"One hundred years before the mast," they all began to chant. This was not the same crew that Jack used to know. They had definitely all changed. There used to be a light in their eyes, but now it was just a dull stare. Each and everyone looked exactly the same now. These bodies had none of their original personality. It made Jack feel even more unusual.

Jack looked at the crowd of men before him and ran in the opposite direction, but no matter how fast or how hard he ran, he was getting nowhere.

"It's no use, Sparrow," someone said behind him. "Once you're at Dead Shores, the only way out is through him," the man finished. Jack followed the man's pointing hand out to the horizon: the Flying Dutchman. Jack could clearly make out the teeth on the front of the ship.

But before he could look any more, Jack was on deck of said wicked ship.

"Jack Sparrow, we meet again," Jones said in his deep brogue.

"Ah," Jack said, looking for an escape and finding none. "So we do," he said, then finishing with what he thought to be his most charming smile.

"Where is my heart?"

"That…Mr.…what's his name…the one that smelled funny…Norrington, Norrington, that's the one. He took it. I assumed you had gotten it from him." Jack said, leaning on the railing but only for a moment though. Suddenly, Jones reached out with his clawed hand and took Jack by the neck.

"You have it. You're lying."

"When have I ever lied to you. I most certainly do not have your heart."

"Will, if you don't have it, you must find it. Here's out new deal, Mr. Sparrow—…"

"Captain," Jack said through clenched teeth and a restricted windpipe.

Ignoring the comment, Jones continued, "you get the heart back, you can be released into death."

"I'd actually like to remain al—…"

"No. Either you stay as a crewmember on the Dutchman or you get the heart back and I let you die, savvy?"

"Savvy."

Jones threw Jack back on the deck while the crew laughed.

"Throw him back on shore!"

"How am I supposed to get the heart back then?"

"You'll figure something out, after all, you're Captain Jack Sparrow," Jones laughed as Jack was sent back to the shore.