Shadowhunter501/ Yes, I think it's good character development to put someone in a totally different setting.

NarnianPirate/ Yay! I'm glad you like it that much!

TheOddOne/ Ship. Whatever floats my ship. -wink-

ta1nt3d1uv/ Yeah, I think it would cool too.

Koneko the demon storyteller/ Alright, that's exactly what I'll do.

Caribbean Babe/ No humor? Grace would be so totally OOC if she weren't saying at least something a little silly or sarcastic. No way, that would be too different.

AJsHellCat/ Yes, I like that part, too.

Mulch Diggums/ I'm glad you felt that way. I'd really stink if I had to dump all of that work. BTW, I'm all set in terms of betas.

Eternal Silver Flame/ Alright, as soon as I finish this I'll start working on it. As for the script, didn't I mail you one? Ah well, I'll resend it

POTC4Ever/ But I don't have Jack's compass! Jack has Jack's compass! -cries-

Yes! Thank you so much for the imput! I'm going to continue on a do the Dutchman part, but as soon as I finish writing the rest of the story, it's back to the drawing board to do the alternate... Middle, part, thing.

Jack looked out over the ship and saw Grace playing her flute. How could she be so calm with all this talk of monsters and terrible leviathans? He descended from the crows nest and headed over to her. "Ah, Gracie! How about a little chat?"

She abruptly stopped playing. "About what?"

He lowered hid voice and made sure no one else was listening. "You know what's going to happen, right?

"For the most part, that would be correct."

"So you can tell me all about little ol' Jonesies over there, right?"

"Wrong."

"Why the bloody heck not?"

"I already said: If I told you what was going to happen, you would do things differently no matter if you wanted it to happen or not. Seeing as you would do something you wouldn't regularly do, it would either happen anyway or not happen, causing a whole new train of happenings which weren't supposed to happen. Savvy?"

Jack shook his head 'no'. "Yes… Wait… No… Uh… Uh…"

"I'll tell you this much." She pointed to his left hand and tried to do a Davy Jones imitation. Much to the dismay of Jack, it was actually pretty good. "You have a debt to pay; You owe Davy Jones your soul. That's was the agreement. Time's up." Satisfied with his reaction, she sat down again and began once again chirping away on the little silver instrument.

"Women. They'll be the death of me."

He went below deck to go drown his worries in rum, leaving Grace to think to herself, 'You have no idea how true that is, mate."

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"That's the Flying Dutchman? She doesn't look like much."

Jack was obviously very drunk. Actually, he was usually a little tipsy anyway, so let's rephrase this. Jack was extremely, extremely drunk. "Heh, heh. Neither do you, mate. Her… Don't uh… Uh…"

Grace joined them at the railing. "Underestimate her?"

"Yeh."

Gibbs tried to keep Jack upright. "Must've run afoul of the reef.

Grace, seeing as Jack was currently unable to speak, spoke for him. "So, Will, what's your plan of action?"

"I row over, search the ship until I find his bloody key. If there are crewmen, I'll cut down anyone in my path."

Jack grinned stupidly. "I like it. Easy to remember. Hey Gracie-girl! You're good at finding things! You go help Charlie…"

"Will."

"Right, right. Go help Charlie. My orders. Yeh." Then he passed out. All eyes were on her.

"Do a drunk captain's orders count?" A slow nod from Gibbs confirmed her suspicion. "Oh. Well then, come on, Charlie. Let's get a move on." She teased Will.

The two watched as the lanterns on board were put out. "Any predictions?"

Grace eyed the grounded ship and absentmindedly put a hand to the lump that was the box in her bag. "I… Don't know. But, I have a weird feeling. I don't know if it's good or bad, but I think the Dutchman is actually calling to me."

Will gave her a look of disbelief. "Calling to you. Right."

"Yeah. I don't think I like it."

They boarded the ship –or shipwreck- and began searching for… Who knows what. Grace yelled up to Will from below. "This is creepy! I can't tell who's alive, who's dead and who's undead."

"More undead pirates?"

"No, but it sounded good, didn't it?" The only answer she received was the sound of an earsplitting splash and the clang of metal on metal. She ran topside and was met with the scene of Will, knocked out on the ground, surrounded by a group a sea creature-like men. They started for her and she blurted out the first word that came to mind. "PARLEY!"

Before she knew it, she was standing in a line against the railing of the Flying Dutchman and had just woken up Will. They both heard the thump of a peg leg coming up on deck.

"Six men still alive. The rest have moved on."

"Do you fear death? Do you fear that dark abyss? All your deeds laid bare. All your sins punished. I can offer you... an escape."

The chaplain spoke up. "Don't listen to him!"

"Do you not fear death?"

"I'll take my chances, Sir." And with that, he was thrown overboard. Grace leaned over to Will. "Smart man." She did a double take. "Will, you're shaking like a leaf! Good Lord that is so OOC."

Davy Jones stood in front of the helmsman. "Life is cruel. Why should the afterlife be any different? I offer you a choice. Join my crew, and postpone the judgment. One hundred years before the mast. Will ye serve?"

"I - I will, serve."

Then the captain looked down the row and was surprised to see the face of William Turner who was, although frightened to death, not actually dead.

"You are neither dead nor dying. What is your purpose here?"

Will was too scared out of his mind to answer so Grace boldly bowed and took the question. "We come representing Jack Sparrow of The Black Pearl, concerning his debt to you.

He faltered a moment. "What is your purpose here?"

Will had finally found his voice. "Jack Sparrow sent us to settle his debt."

"Huh! Did he, now? I'm sorely tempted to accept that offer." He glanced down at Grace, her face the picture of emotionless. He grabbed her neck in his claw and bent down to her level. "Do you fear… Me?"

She kept her face blank and unwaveringly looked him in the eye. "No, sir. I suppose I don't." The claw tightened. "But I respect you, Sir. And the way I look at it, a good captain keeps order with respect, not fear."

He released her and seemed to ponder what had just been said. "Smart answer." He ordered one of the men to show the recruits the ropes, turned to the rest of the crew and headed off to The Black Pearl. Will didn't know if they were considered 'recruits' and looked to Grace for reassurance, but she wasn't there. She felt a sharp pain on the back of her head where something metal had connected with it and fell to the deck, unconscious.

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There's my excuse for getting on the Dutchman. A very drunk Jack. Believable, no? -wink-