Estel Ashlee Snape/ Sweet. Alright then, here is your update!

Mulch Diggums/ Yes, yes. Don't worry. I can't just have Grace the whole time. Then it wouldn't be any fun to read or write.

JeanieBeanie33/ Really? I've seen a lot of stories that have that and they're still up. Maybe I'll go and add something to it, just in case. Thanks for telling me!

ta1nt3d1uv/ Awesome! But don't rest yet, I still have a a curveball or two to throw.

Janet Tripper/ I don't like them either. But it's interesting to see a non-Sue put in a Sue position and then try to get out of it, personality still intact, eh?

NarnianPirate/ I kind of had to assume that that whole...part... happened on the first night, so Grace would have been konked out.('konked' is great word, I should probably use it more) If she was there, she probably wouldn't have looked anyway. And Bootstrap was one of my favorite new characters, so of course she'll meet him. Maybe sooner than later.

honestgreenpirate/ True, Elizabeth did technically kill Jack, but thanks to her, now not only is everyone else still alive, but we have a plotline for a third movie. Do I have a point? But anyway, thanks for the review!

So sorry, I didn't have an available computer so I'm a day late. Sorry again!

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Grace climbed the ladder to one of the pipes and ran her finger down it. She looked down in disgust at the gunk that had collected on it "Well, it could be worse." When noticed that the metal underneath was actually fairly clean looking, she got a brilliant idea. Climbing all the way to the top of the pipe, she wrapped the cloth around it and let go. "Wheeeeeeeeeee!" She hurtled all the way to the bottom and looked back up. It was a bit foggy, but clean nonetheless. "It could be a lot worse."

On the fourth or fifth pipe, there was one particular spot that refused to come off. Grace looked to over and found that it was, in fact, a strange kind of starfish. Trying to pry it off without success, she felt another mental nudge and received an idea. She gently rubbed the creature and pictured a rocky shore – most likely the home of such a thing – and before she knew it, it crawled down and out the window. There were words engraved on where it had been sitting. "Reflections of a soul." She raised an eyebrow to question it, but continued on. "Are movie people always drawn to weird things like this?"

After going back to polish up the dull spots, she stepped back to admire her work. It had taken a lot longer than she had thought, but it sure did look nice, even for some big creepy organ. She was startled by a faint tinkling noise and realized that her hand had slipped and pressed down one of the keys. Hesitantly sitting down, she pressed another key and met with the same sound. Gentle and strong all at the same time, like a baby grand piano. Hardly right for a huge organ such as this. She received another mental push.

"Play something."

"Are you crazy? No way."

"You agreed to help me."

"I know, but this is practically suicide! I can't…." She thought of what could happen if things didn't go as planned. She herself had spent a good part of her adventure trying to fix thngs like that. It would only be fair to do as she was supposed to. She grumbled somthing about bloody plotlines and then asked the ghost,"What am I playing?"

"Well, there was one song that I used to play a lot."

Grace opened the bench and took a page of music off the top. "This one?"

"Perfect."

She paused, trying to convince herself that this was a bad idea but began anyway, the sound of a soft piano echoing through the room. She didn't even know the song had words but she sang anyway.

Davy Jones stopped berating Maccus for the time being and put an ear to the wind. What was that? It surely wasn't his organ and it was a little too loud to be a locket or music box. He made for his cabin.

Someone holds me safe and warm.
Horses prance through a silver storm.
Figures dancing gracefully
Across my memory...

By now she had forgotten all about what she was actually doing and was concentrating on the music, the spirit guiding her fingers across the keys. She didn't even hear the squeak of the door or the soft thump of a peg leg.

Far away, long ago,
Glowing dim as an ember,
Things my heart
Used to know,
Things it yearns to remember...

"Is that really the girl's voice? I could have sworn it sounded just like… Nevermind."

And a song
Someone sings
Once upon a December

It was completely silent for a moment. "What did you do to my organ?"

Grace stood up quickly. She would have feared for her life had she not seen that the expression on his face was more mystified than angry. "My apologies. I shouldn't have…" But he didn't hear a word she said. He ran a tentacle over the keys and played a few notes. It sounded just as it should have; It was just a loud, particularly angsty sounding organ.

"Play those same notes."

She obeyed and when she pushed the keys down, they sounded the same as when she had played; A baby grand piano. Then it dawned on her. "There were words."

"What?"

"On one of the pipes. It said, 'Reflections of a soul' I think the sound of the organ reflects the spirit of the player. I'm just a kid so when I play it, it sound all pure and light and stuff. But when you play it, it... Sounds... All... Oh." She realized what she had said. "Well, I'm going to leave you alone now." She grabbed her swords and bolted out the door.

Davy Jones just stared at the shining pipes. "There's something strange about that lass. Either she's just an ignorant little girl that happens to push all the right buttons, or there's something that I'm not seeing… And I don't like either of them." He had the urge to out there and toss her overboard, but something told him not to. As to just what that something was, he wasn't quite sure.

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She had managed to get up into the crow's nest without being seen. She sat there a while and finally she thought, "Are you there?"

"Yes."

"Good. First of all, you so totally set me up for that! Are you happy? Secondly, what was the deal with all the 'Reflection' stuff?"

"To the first: Yes, that is exactly the effect I was looking for. To the second: I put that spell on it myself. A heart is an organ, so why shouldn't it be the other way around?"

"Oh yeah. Hilarious. But seriously, how long do I have to keep doing this? Another stunt like that, and I'm toast."

"I have everything under control..."

"Of couse you do. But, do you just want know what bothers me the most?"

"No, I don't."

"You're trying to make me act all Mary-Sue and I hate it, so stop." (AN1)

She broke off the conversation and started down the rope ladder, muttering to herself the whole way. "This is insane. Creatures of the deep, magic organs… For goodness sakes, I'm taking orders from a bloody ghost."

"But, who is this Mary Sue of whom you speak of and why do you hate her so?"

Absorbed in her own thoughts, she turned the corner and ran head first into one of the crew. Without even looking, she let out an involuntary 'EEP!' and swung back around the corner. She was about to dash away but she paused and furrowed her eyebrows. There was no shouting nor cursing… She peeked her head back around the corner. "Mr. Turner?" Sure enough, there he stood, still trying to figure out what had just happened. She grinned from ear to ear and preformed an extravagant twirling bow. "It's wonderful to meet you, Mr. Turner. My name is…"

Before she could finish, the Jr. poked his head out from a pile of rope he was mending and leapt up. "Grace!" He took her in a bone-crushing hug. "You're alright! I was so worried… If anything had happened to you, Elizabeth would have killed me! Jack would too!"

Grace squirmed a bit. "Will, it's great that you're happy to see me and everything, but crushing my bones to make your bread doesn't exactly feel very welcoming."

He quickly let go and blushed. "Oh, sorry." The he turned to is father. "This is Grace, the girl that came to the Dutchman with me."

"Ah." He held out a hand, which she shook and then said jokingly, "I pictured you as being a lot taller."

She chucked slightly. "Well, you know the saying about good gifts and small packages."

For the next hour or so, the trio finished up the last few tasks of the night, Will and Grace filling Bootstrap in about their previous adventure. "You know for being a ship of eternal suffering and all that jab, I'm actually having a pretty good old time sitting here with you two." She smiled and yawned contentedly.

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That night, Grace slept on a hammock in the crew's quarters, one sword drawn. Just in case. Will was below her and Bootstrap one over, but neither could sleep.

"She's a spunky one."

"What?" Will looked over to where his father lay.

"She worries me, though. Last time we had a child aboard, he was no younger than maybe fourteen or fifteen. And let me tell you, honestly, the lad didn't last very long."

"She'll pull through." He said without hesitating. But then he became unsure and his thoughts went to the torn up skin on his back. "You're right. I have to find out where he's hiding that key."

He nodded gravely. "Aye. The crew may seem uninterested now, but they always go after new recruits eventually. I'll watch your back, you watch hers."

He pondered the concept a moment. "I will." He fell asleep to the organ music in the background. It seemed that tonight, although not by much, it sounded a bit quieter than usual.

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AN1- There! I said it! Now it shall stop.

I just went to go see DMC one last time before it left theatres and I immediately rewrote the chapter after I got the organ idea. At least I kinda liked it.

As for the other Sue line, does anyone want to guess what cartoon character inspired it?