Chapter Four

"We must find his body! He probably has the heart with him." Davey Jones paced around his humongous cabin. Playing the organ relieved stress, but now, he was too stressful to even look at the piece of work.

Frustrating pieces of the past played over and over in his mind. "What did I do wrong? How could this have possibly happened?" he complained, trying his best not to break anything.

One crew member with a hammerhead shark as his face, dared to approach him.

"Captain, we need a heading." he pointed out meekly.

"I am fully aware!" Davey Jones shouted. The shark-man drew back in fear, and waited next to the door for his answer. The tentacles that made up his beard twisted manically, and the answer finally came. "To the end of the world. We must find Jack Sparrow's body."

"We'll be right off. But, er, which direction?" he dared.

"Sorth!" Davey Jones roared, as if it should be obvious. "No, wait…that's not right. Weast!...No..no…Wouth!...Erm…any direction will get us there, really."

"O-of course." the shark-man left as soon as his response was out his mouth and hurried to join the rest of the crew.

"Bloody shark." Davey Jones mused.

.x.

Once the ship was moving, the Captain of the infamous ship had calmed down quite a bit. He was sitting at the organ, his tentacles filling the ship with haunting music. He closed his eyes and let his mind drift to the reason this all had started. Back to the first and only woman he had ever loved.

"Lovely tune yeh got there, mate." a familiar voice said. Davey Jones' eyes snapped open and he looked up to see a Captain Jack Sparrow. And, he was sitting on the organ! The NERVE! Automatically, Davey Jones pulled out his sword and thrust it into Jack's heart. Jack looked down at it, the switched positions so that it was going through his knee instead.

"A little less awkward for the conversation." he explained.

"Wha—how? What are you?" Davey Jones managed.

"Me? Well, I am Captain Jack Sparrow." he answered, with his signature grin.

"I bloody well know that! I meant…what are you?" Davey Jones repeated.

"I don't actually know. I'd say I was a ghostie. Seems pretty accurate to me." He replied as he stuck his hand through an organ pipe.

"Where is my heart?" the Captain commanded, regaining his composure.

"Why should I tell you? It's your fault that I can just fall through walls without any warning at all whatsoever." Sparrow pointed out and let himself sink into the organ for dramatic effect. He pulled himself out and waited for Davey Jones to continue.

"Tell me or I'll…I'll…"

"You'll what? Kill me? How about this, we make a deal." Jack suggested.

"A deal…What are your conditions?" he asked suspiciously.

"You give me my body and my ship back, then I tell you where the heart is. Savvy?"

"Why should I trust you?" Davey Jones asked, eyeing the pirate.

"Because if you don't, then you don't get your precious thump-thump."

The answer simple enough, but how was he even to know if Jack had the heart, or had any idea at all whatsoever of where it was.

"How long are you gonna be around?" Davey Jones asked finally.

"Well, I'll pop in and out from time to time. Its not like I don't have other people to haunt." Sparrow explained. "I'll give you some time, I'll be back later on."

And like that, he was gone. No smoke, no fading, just pop. Gone. Davey Jones shook his head and considered banging it against the organ pipes, but resisted and went with believing that he didn't just fall asleep.

"Now, I have a deal to consider." he said to himself.

.x.

Davey Jones was up most of the night, worrying about Jack popping out of somewhere random. Finally, he was so exhausted from his pacing and worrying, he had fallen asleep at the organ.

He awoke some time later, with Jack sitting on his hat. He, of course, didn't know that, so when he went to give the crew orders, he was quite confused at the strange looks he was getting.

Finally, about halfway through the day, he stumbled upon Bootstrap Bill. Bootstrap had looked at something above Davey Jones' head in awe.

"Jack! I thought you were dead!" he exclaimed.

"Eh, gigs up." Jack sighed as he hopped down. "Yeah, I'm dead. Dead as a bloody doornail. I'm just haunting."

"Yes, now I would like to speak to you privately, now that you've had your fun." Davey Jones said, trying to conceal his anger at being made a fool.

"About the…" Jack glanced from side to side that attempted to nudge Davey Jones with his elbow, but ended up going the whole way through him, "…deal?"

"Yes, about that. I won't do it. I will find the heart on my own. I am connected to it, therefore I shall find it."

"Well, if you insist. That doesn't mean I won't stop haunting though. This is by far my favorite place to haunt." Jack pointed out before disappearing.

"And I thought he was annoying when he was alive." Davey Jones muttered as he returned to the organ.