Eternal Silver Flame/ Yeah, that happens to me a lot. I sent you a new message.
Mulch Diggums/ Hehehe. Suspense. 'Tis a wonderful thing... No, I'm just kidding! Sorry about the cliffie!
Caribbean babe / Ubers... I like that word. Maybe I should start saying that.
ta1nt3d1uv/ Yeah. POTC charcters find that it happens. A lot. Seriously, has anyone else noticed that in DMC didn't Will get knocked out like, every scene?
Estel Ashlee Snape/ A little ouchie is the least of her problems right now. The Flying Dutchman just got a little creepier. Don't know what I mean? Well, that's why I updated! -wink-
NarnianPirate/ I tried to think of what I would do, had I been in that situation. That was just about it.
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In order for this to work, we have to assume that the past of Davy Jones will play a large role in the third movie. Which it should, considering everyone is still fighting over the dude's heart.
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Grace shot up and immediately wished she hadn't, compliments the large welt on the back of her head. She looked down at herself and realized that there was absolutely nothing whatever the matter wrong with her. "Thank God." She was completely unharmed, save the bump on her head, which was really starting to annoy her now. Even her bag and swords that were laying nearby were completely untouched. "Of course." She looked around and found herself in the cabin of none other than Davy Jones. "This is way too much." She sat as if she were going to meditate, but instead of empting her mind, she merely got it working back up again. She felt herself slipping into a calm and tranquil dreamscape.
"Alright. Basics. Why am I here?"
"That's not a very basic question."
"Fine. Recap. I'm on the Flying Dutchman, in the Captain's cabin since I got knocked out. My only scapegoat is the music box I found on the Isla de Muerta and maybe Mr. Turner, but I highly doubt it. I felt drawn to the ship of reasons unknown to me and I am now officially stressed out enough to be talking to myself."
"You're not really talking to me. I'm just a metaphor of your consience that's helping you sort out your thoughts. Besides, it helps, doesn't it?"
"I suppose it does. Now how do I survive? Do I sit tight and try to be ignored or do I go out there and kick some butt?"
"This could go two ways. Either Jones will just forget about you…."
"Unlikely."
"Or he may be curious as to how much you know about his past and want to keep you around."
"Or he could chuck me overboard as soon as he finds out I know anything."
"Well, that too. Gosh, you're so negative today."
"Can't imagine why." Things all of the sudden became distorted and then cleared again Then she saw a figure that she couldn't make out in the distance. It was surrounded by fog, and carried an aura of sadness and despair. It came foreword and the fog parted, revealing a little black girl in a blue dress. "Who are you?"
She giggled, despite the aura. She took a step foreword and for a moment her being changed from the little girl to a more grown up version of herself, the woman she had seen in the painting and then back again.
" Man. No more horror flicks for me."
"But, you don't watch horror flicks."
"Right."
"Oh, my name's not really that important."
"But, you're in my mind. Surely I have the right to- Wait a second. You've got to be the one who's been pulling me around everywhere. You're the one who's gotten me into more trouble than I've ever been in, in my life, PUT TOGETHER! Why am I here?"
The being changed again, to the figure she had seen in the portrait. "Because you need to help me."
"If I knew what you wanted, maybe I'd agree."
"I need to get my David back."
For some reason, she had a feeling she'd say someting along those lines. "Whoa, whoa, whoa. The guy took his own heart out. I don't think he wants any of my help. Or yours, for that matter. Besides, you expect me to just go and change the 'devil of the sea' from the way he's been for years upon countless years?"
"No. Just remind him that I'm still here. It's important for a future time. But then again, you'd know all about that, wouldn't you?" She shifted back to the little girl. "I can help you out anyway! I know exactly what I want; I just need someone help me do it."
"You did all of this just to remind him. So you want me to toy around with the mind of the most dangerous man to ever sail the ocean? Right." Then her thoughts turned to her previous words. "The future..." Then it dawned upon her. Each character in a movie had a purpose, a place to go or a thing to do. This was hers. She was truly becoming a part of this universe. Scary. She sighed in defeat. "Alright. If that's the way it has to be."
She shifted again and bowed. "Thank you." The spirit disappeared.
"Got any smart plans now?"
"No."
She was snapped out of her daze when the door opened and she stood up to attention. Davy Jones entered and spoke to her. "You gave your friend quite the scare, little missy."
"I will be more careful in the future."
"Good. And it wouldn't hurt to keep those swords with yeh. But, I don't see how can even lift 'em, let alone handle 'em. In the morning, you will report to duty. I want that organ over there cleaned."
"Yes, sir."
He was about to leave again but Grace called after him. "Um, Captain?" She went to her bag and pulled out the music box. "Someone told me this belonged to you." With a bow, she held it up to him.
-flashback-
He stood at them helm, rubbing a finger over the perfect finish of the box. It was the last thing he had that reminded him of her, save for the locket. His hand went to the fresh scar that had formed over where his heart had once been and without a second thought, he threw the box out over the water as hard as he could. He was glad to be rid of it and yet, even without a heart, deep down inside he mourned the loss.
-end flashback-
"Where did yeh get this?"
"The former captain of The Black Pearl, Captain Barbossa, had a large treasure trove hidden away on the Isla de Muerta. That's where I found it."
"I see." Without another word, he left, leaving Grace to wonder if his silence was a good or bad thing. Maybe this whole thing wouldn't be as hard as she thought.
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Finally, after editing and re-editing and re-re-editing, I feel that I have gotten my plot twist straight. -sings- Plot twist! w00t! Don't worry, I'm only going to have one chapter focusing on this, so it'll still be the same piratey goodness, just a few things added here and there. And no, Grace is NOT going to turn all Mary-Sue on you guys. Not only would that be really mean, but it would be very OOC of her to do so.
On the point of reviews, I'm a little unsure about this part, so I need people to tell me what they think. I know there are more people out there, I can see my hit count and who has Long Shot on their alert or favorites list. -wink- But it would be great if I could be blown away again.