Pirates of the Caribbean 3

A/N: Thanx phor the reviews! I love everyone's support! This will be a chappie to show you all how Jack's been holding up. Enjoy! XD

-/-/-/- Jack -/-/-/-

After being swallowed whole with a sword sticking straight up, Jack had merely scratched the top of the Kraken's mouth. Strangely there was some sort of light source inside the creature's huge mouth, and as he hung onto the beast's teeth, Jack wondered why he was not simply swallowed whole. Perhaps the Kraken thought he had Davy Jones' heart after all, and served his master(?) loyally. Jack decided that must be the reason, but in the meanwhile he needed to get out of the Kraken's mouth, after all, it was very smelly and trashed with skeletons. Jack discovered the light source was actually a burning hand lamp that had not been destroyed when chomped up. Jack looked down to the creature's tongue, relaxed and in no swallowing position, so he let go of the teeth and fell onto the tongue, rolled over, and prepared to leap back up for the teeth just incase the Kraken tried swallowing. The Kraken's eyes suddenly seemed to be fading through its skin and into the mouth. Jack made one of famous confused/puzzled faces. The two eyes blinked and then faded away through the skin again. A small hole appeared in between two of its teeth. Jack strode towards the opening and knocked on the tooth as if it were a door. Then he stuck his hand through the opening, but all he felt was cool water swarming past as the Kraken propelled itself along no obvious route. Suddenly something wet and slimy skinned past Jack's hand and he grabbed hold, pulling it into the mouth. It was a rather big fish with rainbow scales, gasping for breath. Jack smiled, "Here Beastie! I got you a present!" He held the fish into the air of the mouth and waited for the eyes to appear, but they never did. "Oh fine!" he shouted and threw the fish down the Kraken's throat. It seemed to be choking for a moment but then swallowed. Jack walked over to the skeleton that the hand lamp had been positioned beside and slumped down miserably. Then he noticed that the skeleton's detached hand was grasping a glass bottle, but the word printed onto it was unreadable because of molds that grew inside the moist mouth. Jack stuck his tongue out, nearly disgusted, but then grinned. He shrugged at the mold and picked up the bottle, and held it to his lips. To his disappointment he grimaced and flung the bottle away where it hit the side of the Kraken's mouth, though it made no move to sign it even noticed. Jack looked up at the top of the Kraken's mouth, "Why…why is the rum always gone?"

-/-/-/- Davy Jones -/-/-/-

"Come on you bunch of brutes! I know ya can do better than this!" Davy Jones yelled as he came out on deck from his cabin. All the members turned to look at him as if they had no idea what he was talking about. "What's the meaning of this…this stalling?" The members glanced at eachother blankly then Bootstrap walked forward. Davy Jones glared coldly down at the disfigured beast of a man. "And what have ye to say for yer self?" Bootstrap opened his mouth, but paused, as if rethinking his words. Then a look of anger overtook his eyes. "We are working as fast as possible. You have no right to come out here and tell us were stalling when working our…tentacles…and such off, and your just sitting in your cabin playing music!" Everyone gasped at the amazing 'speech'.

Davy Jones eye brows furrowed in anger and he reached out to grab Bootstrap's collar. "You have no right to talk to your Captain in that manner." Before Bootstrap could reply Jones turned around dragging him along, and threw him onto the slimy flooring planks of the Flying Dutchman. At a signal with his fingers, two of the crew members stepped forward and grabbed hold of Bootstrap's arms, seizing him. Davy Jones looked at all the crew members that were pushing the wheel which kept the boat going, and also the very same ones that had to push twice as hard to open the Kraken's gates. He grinned and told them to stop, then picked one of them randomly. "You, sir, have served your time. Back to the decks with ye!" The hand looked amazed and ran towards the surrounding members hooting with glee. Jones grinned and gave the two hands seizing Bootstrap another signal. They walked forward, with Bootstrap, and put him in the now free hand's place and chained him in position. Jones turned back to the crew. "Let this be a warning to the lot of you. No back sassing the Captain!" All the members nodded fiercely, knowing their Captain was not in a particularly good mood at the moment. Jones stood still starring at them all for a few minutes, but they just stood there, starring right back at him. A frown appeared on his face. "Well what are you waiting for? Back to work!" They all looked surprised that they were dumb enough to not go back to work. Jones grabbed a whip and slashed it through the air. All of the crew had vanished into working places and such. Jones grinned, put the whip on his belt strap, and walked back into his cabin.

-/-/-/- Elizabeth -/-/-/-

Elizabeth hardly got a wink of sleep during that night. All she could do was think about Jack. He was probably crushed into bite size pieces by now. And to top it all off, it was her fault. No. No, she told herself. Jack had a debt to pay with Davy Jones. It wasn't my fault. But deep inside she truly believed it was. She sighed and rolled over in her bed, which was actually a hammock. She looked around the small room. It was full of swinging hammocks, which were empty. All of the crew must have already gotten up. How could she not have heard them if she was awake throughout the night though? She decided she was so involved with her thoughts she hadn't even paid attention. Slowly she turned over a again and smiled. There, on the rather clean flooring, was a half-full bottle of rum. If Jack were here she would get up, grab the bottle, and take it to him. But as she continued to gaze at the bottle, her smile faded and was replaced with a frown. Rum only reminded her of him. Frustrated, she slapped her forehead. She had to stop sulking and feeling guilty. That would not help to save Jack at all. Then she realized that really, she was the only one who could save Jack. Or maybe she was the only one who could find him. The compass showed her where to go. Yes Barbossa knew the waters, but he didn't know exactly where Jack was. And truly neither did Elizabeth, but she could find out if she tried. She swung over the hammock and landed on her feet. She was still in her previous day's clothing. Normally it would look wrong to wear clothing over again, but she knew that pirates paid no heed to how they dressed. Will would notice though, she thought. She shrugged the thought away. Who cared what he noticed or thought? Well, she did…just not nearly like she used to.

She walked up the small cabin's stairs and onto the deck. Plenty of commotion was going on while she had been lying alone and sulking. Marty and Mr. Cotton were swabbing the deck, even though it made no sense to do so because Elizabeth had always been sure Pirates cared naught about personal hygiene. She continued to look around and saw that, Gibbs and Will were busy fiddling with ropes attached to the mast or something, and Pintel and Ragetti were busy debating over a mop beside the Captain's Cabin. Elizabeth looked towards the wheel, where Barbossa was steering the ship. He caught sight of her gaze and beckoned for her to come up to him. Elizabeth sighed and found the stairs and walked up them. Up on the higher deck she could see everything perfectly. The view of the sea was spectacular, even though when she gazed out at it, all Elizabeth could see were Krakens jumping and down through the waters. One of them starred at her and seemed to be saying, "Your fault…" then it hauled something towards her. She squinted and realized that what was flying towards her was Jack's Pirate hat.

"Ms. Turner…?" Barbossa's voice shook her out of her reverie. She looked at him uncertainly. "It's Ms. Swann actually." Barbossa nodded as if he expected her to say something like that. "Anyways…are we headed the right way?" Elizabeth cringed at the question. She hated it that Barbossa of all people had to be the one to find out about her newly found love. Although she did recall that Commodore Norrington was the one who had pointed it out to her in the first place. The way he had seemed much more romantic than the situation really was to her. Shoving away her useless memories, Elizabeth pulled out the compass and opened it up. She watched it spin round and round until it stopped and was pointing more of the North West now. Barbossa looked at the readings and shifted the ship's course to match it. Then he looked back at Elizabeth as she closed the compass and put it away. "How's bout you go and help…clean something?" Elizabeth turned to face him with a insulted look on her face. Then she grinned and said, "Yes. That is a nice idea. I'll go and clean your room." As she turned to walk down the stairs she heard Barbossa sigh irritably. She could just imagine him rolling his eyes as she walked down the stairs and towards his cabin. She would make it so clean that his eyes popped out. She had learned from experience that Mr. Barbossa absolutely hated a clean room. She smiled as she stepped into the room and began picking up things which had been strewn around his floor clumsily. The work wasn't pleasant, but it kept her mind off of Jack for the time being.