ta1nt3d1uv/ You think so? Cool. And yes, thanks for being one of my wonderful, faithful reviewers!

Janet Tripper/ Aweome! I liked that chapter too. -blush-

JeanieBeanie33/ Yeah, I always thought he needed a good butt whoop. Sorry, I don't know who Clanker is... On the second subject, I think that boys almost break more hearts than girls. Or, at least they cause more fights... But I dunno, I have absolutely no interest in dating whatsoever, so I'm not really one to ask.

Koneko the demon storyteller/ Yeah, I know. School's starting up and everything.

TheOddOne/ That's alright! I'm just glad you didn't totally desert me. Erm... I hope you had a good trip!

Estel Ashlee Snape/ Ah. That's Grace's character. She takes and takes and takes until finally, she blows and then feels better.

NarnianPirate/ You mean, you wouldn't have reviewed if I hadn't said 'puppy eyes'? Oh, boo. Kidding. Thanks for reviewing!

Er... Do you mind if I go on a quick rant? Of course you don't. Ok. So, I left my old school mid-year last year because I couldn't stand the teachers. (I mean come on. One of them was suspended for screaming at the class.) To make a long story short, The worst of them (the one that got suspended) was fired and got a new job at my school. In my grade level. Teaching me. GAAAAAAAAH! Alright, I'm done now. Thanks!

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"Grace?" Will hurried down to help her. "Dad, go get some bandages." He knelt down beside her, attempting to get her attention. "Are you ok? Like you would say, that was so OOC of you." His smiled faded when she didn't answer. "I don't think I've ever seen you flipped out like that." He sat there, trying to cheer her up until Bill returned with an armful of linen and a bucket of seawater.

"That's all I have. Sorry."

"That's alright." He pressed the cloth against her wound, trying to make it stop bleeding. "I know you. Something like that wouldn't push you over the edge. There's something else I don't know about."

"Ow, ow, ow!" She tried to push his hand away as he dabbed the water on it. "Do you have to do that?"

"It'll help. But you're avoiding my question."

She winced again as he pulled away the sleeve and began to wrap her shoulder. Her voice rose in frustration. "It's just that I hate stupid Maccus and stupid Davy Jones and stupid ghosts and stupid organs and stupid plolines and this stupid ship and I just hate stupid EVERYTHING!" She sighed heavily and wiped her eye, realizing that she had also received a cut along her cheekbone.

"Ok..." He looked at his father for an explanation.

He just mouthed back, "Teenagers."

Will turned her so that he could look her in the eye. "This is serious. What is wrong with you?"

Grace didn't feel like going into detail. "There's something… Supernatural aboard this ship."

Will took the chance to lighten the mood. "Oh, yeah. We're on a submergible ship with fish fins for sails, a crew of mutant sea creature men-" He paused for a moment. "No offence, Dad."

Bill rolled his eyes. "None taken."

"- and a big octopus-guy with a pet leviathan for a captain. Nope, nothing obviously supernatural here."

She laughed quietly and flinched again as Will tied the bandage. "I mean, other than that."

"Other than the submergible ship with fish fins for sails, a crew of mutant sea creature men and a big octopus-guy with a pet leviathan for a captain?"

"You bet. Try the ghost of the wife of the big octopus-guy with the pet leviathan that captains the submergible ship with fish fins for sails and a crew of mutant sea creature men."

"The ghost of the wife of the big octopus-guy." He sighed. "Figures. What does she want with you?"

She mimicked the spirit. "Just remind him that I'm still here." He felt a sharp pain in her skull. "GET OUT OF MY HEAD!" She received strange looks from both of them and Bill's eyes widened.

"Do you have any idea how dangerous that is? I doubt even the bravest of sailors could even as much as mention the Captain's past to anyone, nevermind the Captain himself."

"True, but I'm not sailor am I? But really, no kidding. This whole thing is stupid. Will, you better come up with an idea or I'll come up with it for you, whether I'm supposed to or not."

"That bad, huh? Alright. I have a plan. I think it's just crazy enough to work."

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Will and Grace sat on the steps, over looking the gaming table. "What did you say this was called again?" Will asked.

"Liar's Dice."

Bill came up behind them. "Have you figured out how to play?"

"I understand. It's a game of deception. Your bet includes all the dice, not just your own. What are they wagering?"

A sad look came over his face. "The only thing we have."

"Years of servitude." Grace finished and gave Will the thumbs up. "Good luck with that."

"I challenge Davy Jones!" The organ music that had been playing in the background abruptly stopped. With each footstep, the barnacles underneath the deck clamped shut.

"I accept!"

Grace grinned, apparently back to normal. "Ooh. Dramatic."

"The stakes?"

"My soul. An eternity of servitude."

"Against?"

Grace tossed the piece of cloth onto the table, where it unrolled and revealed the picture on it. Will pushed it toward Jones.

"I want this."

She could tell by the look in his eyes that he was extremely perturbed. He looked back and forth between the two of them. "How do you know of the key?"

Will casually answered back. "That's not part of the game, is it? You can still walk away."

His only reply was one tentacle that came forward from the others, holding a single key that bore great resemblance to the drawing. Everyone turned their attention to Bill who had also sat down to play.

"What's this?"

"I'm in."

"No! Don't do this." Will and Grace exchanged glances, both saying, "What do you mean you never told him the plan?"

"Mr. Turner! Don't!" But despite her protest, he didn't move. Then the game began. She really didn't understand it at all. To her, you just shouted out a few random numbers until someone pointed at you and said "ZOMG, you stinking, lying cheat!" She snapped out of her thoughts.

"And be called a liar myself for my trouble? Bootstrap Bill, you're a liar and you will spend an eternity on this ship! Master Turner, feel free to go ashore... The very next time we make port!"

She looked up and called after him. "Hey! Witty, sarcastic lines are my job!" No one noticed.

"Fool. Why did you do that?"

"I couldn't let you lose."

Grace jumped down from her perch and landed beside them. "But it was never about winning or losing."

"The key."

"There we go! Now we're catching on!" The threesome was quiet for a time, thinking of their next plan of action. "It's my turn to have an idea and it's definitely crazy enough to work."

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"You want me to do what?"

Grace tried to convince the spirit. "I dunno, just don't let him wake up."

"You know I don't approve of people messing with his heart."

"Neither do I, but you owe me big time and this is such a minimal thing. Besides, it's supposed to happen. You yourself said the same thing to me."

"True, it is. Alright, then. But there is one more thing you can do for me.."

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That night, the deck was completely deserted save for three quiet figures. Well, at least two of them were quiet. "By the way, why do we even keep a rowboat aboard? The crew can all swim pretty darn well considering you're all part fish."

"I guess I never thought about it. No, I don't know why we have one."

"See? That's the power of plotlines working here. Will, lets go."

The two slipped silently into the cabin of Davy Jones. "Are you sure he's going to stay asleep?" Will breathed. The soft murmuring coming from the other side of the room confirmed that. Apparently he was in the middle of a very bad dream.

Grace handed him a quill pen as if it were a surgical tool and he tried to lift two or three tentacles out of the way. One of them fell, and she gently caught it before it hit the organ keys. She slipped a gold and mother-of-pearl wedding band onto it, but Will didn't notice. "I hope you're happy now."

She was still holding up a few tentacles when Will finally emerged from the slithering mass, the key strategically balanced on his pinky finger. They slowly replaced the tentacles and as she turned to leave, she carefully opened the locket. The melody seemed to calm him, as his muttering stopped and instead, he began to snore softly. "Oh, that's actually kinda cute."

Will gave her an odd look and then motioned towards the door. "Let's go!" They ducked out and Grace gave a small cry of victory.

(AN1) "The surgery was a success! Success!" They ignored her and freed the longboat from all of the barnacles that had glued it to the hull. "No, no, no. You're both supposed to answer back one at a time, 'Success!'and then we all jump in the middle, bonk heads and….. Er... Anywhoozels, let's move ahead."

Will didn't understand and turned to his father. "They'll know you helped me."

He gave a slight chuckle. "What more can the do to me?"

Grace was about to make a word of protest and then stopped herself. "He's got a very sad little point there."

"Aye. Will, take this." He held out a small little knife and Will accepted it.

"I take this with a promise. I'll find a way to sever Jones' hold on you. And not rest until this blade pierces his heart. I will not abandon you. I promise."

Grace hopped into the boat. "Mr. Turner, it was a pleasure meeting you. May we meet again." With that, they were lowered into the water and set out into the darkness.

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AN1- Ok, if anyone can get the "sucess and bonk heads" reference, I'll give you two dozen cookies. Anyone up to the challenge? Huh, huh, huh? -wink-

And yes, TheOddOne, I used 'anywhoozels'. Great word. That being said... Review, people! Review! Yes, even those people who have NBAL on their favorites or alert list and just lurk. That's right, I'm talking to you. I seeeeee yooooou. Ok, that was creepy. Just review so I don't have to do that again.