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Ok, this. Blew. Me. Away. All these reviews made me so happy, I sat down on the spot and wrote another two chapters. What do you think of that? I was also very close to putting up a new chapter then and there. In fact, if I can get reviews like this, I can GUARANTEE an update every day. How'd you like that? Huh? Huh? Huh? But in all seriousness, I like, almost passed out when I saw I had so many reviews. So keep 'em coming, please!

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After she had put on her regular clothing –she had finally considered her 17th century garb to be 'normal'-, Grace headed topside in time to see Jack trying to convince Will to help in the search for the chest. "No. You want you to find this. Because finding this finds you incapacitorially finding and/or locating and your discovering detecting of a way to save your dolly belle ol'... what's-her-face. Savvy?"

"This... Is going to save Elizabeth?"

"How much do you know about Davy Jones?"

"Not much."

"Yeah, it's gonna save Elizabeth." Then he noticed Grace, who was trying to befriend the undead monkey. "Grace, can you do me a favor?"

"Hold on a second." She closed her eyes, sat down and held out a hand. After focusing a moment, she emptied her mind of any negative emotions she had been feeling. "Come on, I'm not going to hurt you." The monkey cautiously hopped up to her and she rubbed its head. Within minutes it was perched on her shoulder, chattering excitedly.

"How'd you do that?"

"Animals can sense the feelings and intentions of people."

"Meaning?"

"You just need to be nice to him." Grace raised an eyebrow. "Now, what were you saying before?"

"Oh, um, nothing. Just bring that monkey with you."

"Why is Jack afraid of the open ocean?"

Well, if you believe such things, there's a beast does the bidding of Davy Jones. A fearsome creature with giant tentacles that suction your face clean off and drag an entire ship past the crushing darkness. Ugh, I can't even say it's name."

Grace rolled her eyes. "Wussy. It's called the Kraken." The other people in the boat turned to look at her and the monkey was silent for a change. "They say the stench of its breath is like and the reeking odor of a thousand rotting corpses. I'd say it's even worse than Jack's breath, which is seriously saying something."

"And the key will spare him that?"

"You could say that."

"But I don't think Jack's too positive. He wants to know for sure Bad enough even to go visit... Her."

"Her?"

"Aye."

"No worries, mates. Tia Dalma and I go way back. Thick as thieves. Nigh inseparable we are. Were. Have been. Before."

Gibbs nodded. "I'll watch your back."

"It's me front I'm worried about. Mind the boat."

When the chain of 'Mind the boat's ended at Mr. Cotton, Grace looked sympathetically at the mute. "For crying out loud, no one's going to steal the boat, we're in the middle of some deserted swamp. Just tie it up and get in here."

Jack opened the door a crack, half expecting something to jump out at him. Tia Dalma noticed him right away. "Jack Sparrow!"

"Tia Dalma!"

"I always know de wind was goin' teh blow you back to me one day." She gave a glance to Will and then her eyes turned to Grace. "You… You're not from here, are you?"

"No, I guess I'm not."

"Later, I wish t' hear 'bout it. Now," She turned to Jack. What service may I do you? Hmmm? You know I demand payment."

Grace petted the monkey on her shoulder. "We brought payment."

"Look!" Jack pulled out his pistol and shot the poor little creature, who screeched loudly and scampered off. "An undead monkey! Top that!"

"Jack! Be nice to Jack!"

"It's a stupid monkey."

"No he's not! He's a living thing with feelings and needs to be treated that way!"

"But he stole my hat!"

"To heck with the hat!"

"How dare you!"

"ENOUGH!" Tia roared. "The payment is fair. How can I help you?"

"We're looking for this. And what it goes to."

"The Compass you bartered from me. It cannot lead you to dis?"

"No. Jack can't make the compass work."

"Ayeee... Jack Sparrow does not know what he wants! Or... Do know, but are loathe to claim it as your own."

Grace furrowed her eyebrows. "Wait. I don't get it."

"Your key go to a chest, and it is what lay inside the chest you seek, don't it?"

Will also became confused. "What is inside?"

You know of Davy Jones, yes? A man of de sea. A great sailor, until he ran afoul of dat which vex all men."

"What vexes all men?"

Grace smiled. "Oh, Will. You should know this. A woman."

"A woman. He fell in love."

"No-no-no-no, I heard it was the sea he fell in love with."

"I heard it was both. The woman was a mortal form of the sea."

"Same story, different versions, and all are true. See, it was a woman, as changing, and harsh, and untamable as the sea. Him never stopped loving her. But the pain it cause 'im was too much to live wid. But not enough to cause him to die."

"What... Exactly did he put into the chest?"

The temptation to steal the key line of the movie was too much to resist. "His heart."

"Literally, or figuratively?" Ragetti spoke up.

Pintel smacked him upside the head. "He couldn't li'erally put his heart in a chest! Could he?"

"Davy Jones is the immortal sea. There isn't much he can't do."

Tia Dalma agreed with her. "Aye. It was not wort' feeling what small fleeting joy life brings, and so... He carved out him heart, lock it away in a chest, and hide de chest from de world. De keys, he keep wid him at all times."

Will pointed an accusatory finger toward Jack. "You knew this."

"I did not. I didn't know where the key was. But now we do. So all that's left is to climb aboard the Flying Dutchman, grab the key, you go back to Port Royal and save your bonnie lass."

Grace let out a sigh and thought about the events which were to come. "Ah, if only it were that easy." Tia Dalma reached for Jack's hand when she interrupted. "For goodness sakes, just skip this part. Jack has the black spot, alright?" She ripped the bandage from his hand, revealing said mark.

"Uhhh! The black spot!"

"Gibbs, stop with that silly dance, you look like an idiot."

"Black spot! Black spot!"

"My eyesight's as good as ever, just so you know."

Tia Dalma went searching for her jar of dirt and went behind a beaded curtain. Since she wasn't watching, Grace slipped from the group and headed towards the doorway in which Will had seen the pair of boots. She whipped her head around the corner and made an exaggerated wink. "Hullo, Barbie! Nice to see you again!" Then she silently made her way back to the group, trying not to burst out into a fit of giggles.

"Davy Jones cannot make port. Cannot step on land but once every ten years. Land is where you are safe, Jack Sparrow. So you will carry land wid you." She handed him the jar.

"Congratulations, Jack! You are now the proud owner of one, well-crafted jar of dirt!

"Dirt. This is a jar of dirt."

"Good work Jack. We would have never figured it out on our own."

"Shush. Is this... Jar of dirt going to help?"

"If you don' want it, give it back."

"No!"

"Den it helps."

Grace burst out into laughter, part of it being left over from scaring Barbossa out of his shoes. "What? That's a good line."

"It seems... we have a need to find the Flying Dutchman."

Tia sat down at her map-covered table and took her crab claws into her hands. She chanted some strange words and threw the claws onto the map. "A touch... Of Destiny!"

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