AN: a few reviewers informed me of the mistake that the name is not Lord Cutler Bennett, it is in fact, Beckett. Sorry about that. There are two explainations for this. 1) writing in the middle of the night and 2) the website i was looking on was plotting against me. To tell you all the truth, I couldn't remember his name for the life of me, and didn't have a spare $7 to go see the movie for the fourth time...so I just went to a website, got the name, and closed the box.Anyway, I'm thoroughly embarassed, and will make sure his name is right throughout the rest of the story (I hope). So all of you can calm down, and not be annoyed by the name issue. haha. Thanks for letting me know. Oh and also, sorry this chapter is so short. haha. Apology ahead of time.

Chapter Seven

"Harassing you is only so much fun." Jack decided, as he pressed the same annoying organ key for about the hundredth time in the hour. "So I'll stop now."

"Thank you dearly." Davey Jones spat. He took a deep breath and readied his tentacles to begin his new masterpiece, and just as his tentacles stroked the keys, Jack pressed the key again. The tentacles went rigid and Jack coulda sworn the slimy guy's eyes glowed red.

"Now I'm done, I promise." he said, and tiptoed out of the room. Who better to harass than mister tight pants, Shark-man. All of these men had names of course, but it was much easier to remember them by the shapes of their heads. There was Shark-man, Hermitcrab Head, Hermitcrab Body, Reef-head, Barnacle face, and so on. But by far, his favorite was Shark-man.

"I'm mister high and mighty around my ship mates, but when it comes to Big Ole' Davey-boy I'm as meek as a lil schoolgirl!" he announced, hiking up his pants and batting his eyelashes at the crew men, "Who am I? You guessed it.." He popped himself right next to Shark-man, "Your good buddy, cranky-pants!"

About that time, Shark-man would try to punch him, but would either miss or go right through Sparrow, either alternative suited him. Of course, not being able to hit Jack put his knickers in a bunch and he would make a show of going to complain to 'The Big Guy' but would turn around as soon as he got to the door.

Unfortunately, that shenanigan was only amusing the first five times. Then he found other ways to amuse himself. He went about waking the Kraken every hour on the hour for three days straight.

"Serves yeh right for eating me!" he would screech at it every time. Of course, after a while the Kraken stopped coming, and Jack was in Davey Jones' cabin, asking about it.

.x.

"Yeh, well, I think I broke your Kraken. He stops coming when I call him." Jack explained as he attempted to play the organ with his toes.

"You are theonly person I regretted killing, you realize that?" Davey Jones asked.

"Well, that's the whole point. You give me my body and my ship, and I stop annoying you. I see it as a fair trade. I mean, you coulda gotten your heart, but no. You had to act all…whats the word I'm looking for? Umm... Valiant?" he paused to muse the word, then continued, "Yes, valiant and heroic! But, hey, your loss."

.x.

And on the boring nights, Jack kept Bootstrap Bill company.

"Great boy he was. And you shoulda seen his lass." Jack exclaimed, then losing himself in thought over Elizabeth. And the betrayal.

"He was a handsome boy." Bootstrap nodded.

"Oh yes, but this bonnie lady. She was a Governor's daughter. Fancy that." Jack waggled his eyebrows. (I couldn't help but use the word waggled. It tickles me.)

"I have no doubt of that." Bootstrap sighed, "I just wish I could be there on the wedding day. Be there to meet my grandchildren."

"Well, it's probable." Jack began.

"Not when you're doomed to an eternity on this godforsaken ship." Bootstrap tried to hide the tears forming in his ocean-blue eyes.

"Now, did you let me finish?" Sparrow asked with mock irritation.

"Terribly sorry. Continue."

"Mutiny." Jack hissed. Bootstraps eyes widened. "Just convince some of your buddies, and it'll all be good. We can take him down!"

"N-no…I don't really agree with that idea at all." Bootstrap stammered.

"What more could he do to yeh, mate? And it wouldn't be a full-out mutiny. Just get a couple of yer buddies to challenge him. There won't be any possible way for him to win! The stakes are the same, everyone against him, he loses and he gives me a body and a ship and walks the plank! And if he wins, he can make me into one of you…erm…barnacle men,-no offense-and make me work for him for eternity!"

"It seems like you've been planning this for quite a while." Bootstrap pointed out.

"Well, awakening the Kraken is only fun the first twenty times." Jack shrugged. "Anyway, at least think about the idea. I have haunting to do in the meanwhile."

.x.

Jack walked the plank and gave it a few extra bounces for added effect, before flipping into the ocean water.

Moments later, he popped at the end of the plank and jumped a few times before performing another stunt.

The rattling of the plank against the side of the ship kept most of the crew members up through the night, but when Jack bored of that, he returned to the captains cabin.

He brought with him a nice bottle of ink and a quill. He settled down in front of a sleeping Davey Jones, and made it his business to cover every tentacle with little hearts and sunshine.

He added pouty woman lips and faux eyelashes as finishing touches, before returning the ink and quill to the desk.

He waited about an hour for Davey Jones to wake up and see his make-over, but when that octopus-face slept, he really slept.

"Well, no harm in giving him a few braids." Jack muttered, and went about braiding all of Davey Jones tentacles together.

And when he finished, he went back to hitting the key in the same repetitive motion that Davey Jones hated.

.x.

Bootstrap lay in his hammock, considering Jack's offer, when everyone was awoken by the scream of the Captain.

"MY TENTACLES!" Bootstrap smiled during the short pause, knowing what was coming next. "JACK SPARROW!"