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Jack did not like how things had changed since he was gone. First, he was saved with the help of Barbossa. Second, the sea was in a rage since Davy Jones was still looking for his heart. Third, it was now known that Beckett had the heart. The fourth, he dare not say what the fourth was.

"At least you have a ship, Jack," Will said.

"Aye," Jack said as they moved swiftly away from World's End,

"Doesn't seem right though," said Elizabeth. "Why would Barbossa give a his ship, and half the crew, taking the other half and electing to stay behind?"

They all silently contemplated this as, it was odd. Gibbs yelled, breaking every ones reverie.

"Do we have a heading, Captain?"

"Oh, right." Jack opened the compass, half expecting it to point back to the way they came. The needle spun, flirted with the idea of pointing to World's End, and then spun to the exact opposite way. Almost disappointed, Jack gave the crew direction.

Gabrielle watched Jack walk back the way he came. She remained there even after he had disappeared from her eyes.

"Do you know what you want, Gabrielle," ask a surly voice. It is very interesting what those who work with the dead or almost dead are allowed to do.

"Davy Jones. Ten years, and you picked to come here?"

He approached her. "I came looking for someone. Has a man by the name of Jack Sparrow arrived?"

She smirked. "Came, and was found." She said the absolute wrong thing because she found herself up against a wall of the cave, Davy Jones' claw clutching her neck.

"You mean, that lying, dirty, cheating pirate is back on the sea's and I've wasted my time on land here?"

"Looks like," she squeaked. "But maybe we could help each other."

Unable to reject a good beat, Davy was intrigued. He let her down gently. "I'm listening."

"I want out of here. I need a ship. I will help you find…"

"My heart."

It was worse then Gabrielle thought. "Yes, I will get you back that heart. In return give me three years to find what I want most in this world. If I don't, I will serve you on your ship a double sentence, to make up for that awful Sparrow."

"200 hundred years?" Gabrielle nodded. "And if you find what you want most?"

"You leave me and what I want alone. But you still have your heart. You win either way." Did I mention it is amazing what those who work with that dead can do? Davy Jones contemplated this.

"Did I mention I need a ship?"

"Aye, you mentioned it."

"Well, I'd like one ship in particular." She walked, almost in a Jack like manner, behind him and whispered in his ear. "A fast ship. Nye uncatchable. One with black sails."

Davy's head whipped around so fast that a some of his tentacles hit Gabrielle's face. He looked as if he didn't believe her, but her smirked told him otherwise.

"I give you three years to find what you want most in this world. If you succeed you stay out in the world. If you do not succeed 200 years of service on me ship. Either way I get my heart back?" Gabrielle nodded. She held out her hand and his tentacle slithered around it.

With her effects in hand she marched the long walk she barely remembered. It had been many years since she had walked into World's End, now she was walking out of her own accord. When she reached the opening, the light was amazing. She had forgotten what the sun looked like. Then she noticed at the edge of the rocks, a great black ship and people on said ship.

"HEY," she yelled as she scampered on board. "What the, THIS IS MY SHIP," she yelled at the crew, who looked at her funny. She was about to continue her yelling when a hand on her shoulder stopped her.

"And how do you expect to sail said ship on your own, lass," asked Barbossa.

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