A/N: Here's the second half of my two-part one-shot.

"I can't believe you talked me into going on a pirate ship," Hanson muttered to Ichabod.

"We're men of the law. It's our duty, in our place or not, to help the man."

"Who, Jack? He seems real shady to me."

"I hardly comprehend your use of the term shady but yes, he does seem a bit…odd."

"Not as odd as some of those other guys though. That man with the scissors…"

"He's incredibly nice though." Ichabod felt compelled to stand up for him.

"Yeah but still. You have to admit the scissors are weird."

"Yes, they are…unusual."

"But that Jack Sparrow…"

"Captain," Ichabod said smiling. "He prefers to go by his title of Captain."

"Whatever you call him, we're still a bunch of people who have nothing in common, and we're all here on this pirate ship going after a fish-man."

"Actually, I believe he was half octopus." The two jumped at the sound of Edward's voice. He walked in jerky movements, as if he did not know how to use his body.

"Ah, Edward," Ichabod said, attempting to be friendly. "We were just discussing the unusual circumstances of our adventure."

"Yes, it is a bit odd."

"Where is it we're gonna find this Davey Jones?" Hanson asked.

"That remains yet to be known," Jack said, standing silently behind the trio. "But you're shirking your duties as sailors and without a functioning ship, we will not find him soon."

"Suppose that mean's we gotta get back to work."

"Yes, Tom, it does." Jack went back to his place at the wheel, steering the new ship in some vague general direction.

"What is it you need me to do?" Edward asked.

"You…" Jack eyed his scissors, wondering what Edward could do that would be more helpful than harmful to the ship or nine man crew. "You can go below and help cut up a new sail, we need to replace the topsail anyways." Edward nodded and went below decks, happy that he could do something that would actually help.

Meanwhile Jack steered and the men set about letting loose all the canvas and swabbing the decks. Jack seemed extra happy when he demanded the sails be brought in a bit later and they coast for a while. However only Roux had the sailor savvy enough to understand how to get the sails up, and so he gave the orders as Jack hummed, looking at his compass.

Jack seemed happy when they stumbled across a ship wrecked on a reef.

"Are we not going to help them?" Barrie asked Jack.

"No. Not unless you feel like going on a man-hunt all over the Caribbean trying to find the slimy git again."

Seeing as none of his crew wanted to go all over the Caribbean, they agreed to wait for Davey Jones to come to them. As they waited, Jack went over the plan, passing out weapons.

"Davey Jones and crew will come up in their fancy little ship. We need to stay clear of their cannons but still get on board. We kill his crew, and while you distract him, I sneak below decks and take his heart. I kill him, and we're all free."

"Why don't I get anything?" Edward asked.

"Because you're a bloody army knife already," Jack sad, eyeing the scissors yet again. Edward looked sad that he was being used as a weapon, but his anger he knew he could turn on the fish-people very easily.

And so they stood ready for combat, with pistols and swords and axes and Hanson's handgun. All except Edward, who was armed to the wrist with his own scissors. And they waited and some of them were shocked and some even jumped when the Flying Dutchman came up out of the sea, water spilling off of it like rain.

And it pulled up to the sinking ship and the men were taken aboard and Jack ordered the longboats to be taken to the Dutchman. They rowed as quietly as possible, making sure they were not heard until they reached the legendary ship. They climbed aboard silently, except for the sound of Edward continually having to pull his scissors from between planks of the massive hull.

And it surprised Davey Jones to find his ship under siege just as he cast the last unwilling man overboard. Within seconds it was pandemonium as the two crews broke into battle. Jack's crew was wildly outnumbered, and yet they fought fiercely. Edward was slicing left and right, cutting down more of Davey Jones' crew than the rest of his crew combined.

And Jack, the infamous Captain Jack Sparrow, managed to sneak below decks and find the cursed heart. He took it from it's chest and walked back up on decks, pulling the knife he had snuck from Will as he went.

He burst out on decks among the chaos and mayhem of the battle. Edward had covered Hanson, who was fighting off Jones himself along with Roux and Mort, who was swinging like a madman and yelling about soembody named Shooter.

"Hey, fish-face!" Jack yelled. All eyes turned to him and the fighting ceased, men stood half-impaled where they were. And they saw what Jack meant to do. Davey Jones saw what Jack meant to do. He stood with the heart in his hand, his fist raised with the knife's blade pointed down. However none of them had the time to reach Jack before he could do what he was going to do.

Jack thought of a lot of things. He thought of Beckett, and his ship, and Will and Elizabeth. He thought of his new crew, and his old crews. He thought of this man, the one who had taken everything from so many people, and how it was to his hand, tentacles, and claw that he, Captain Jack Sparrow, had hit rock bottom. And it was by his hand that this fish-man would die. Jack plunged the knife into the heart.

And as Davey Jones fell to his knees, as the ship shuddered and began to sink, as the last of his crew went back to the longboats, as the heart's blood gushed like a fountain onto the decks, Captain Jack Sparrow stood over them all, victorious once more.

A/N: Told y'all it was gonna be random.