A/N: Quite of bit of action in the last chappie? Not really…Barbossa almost drowned and lost his life, but that's not much! Will is going through an emotional breakdown. Jack is hiding a freezing cold iceberg with only his thin clothing for warmth. Elizabeth has bad infections and high fever, and is most likely going to die. Wow…I do much so love to torture everyone possible! XD
Disclaimer: -throws a few rocks at a mob- Look I told you already, I own nothing but my nice little ice people tribe! Oh yeah everyone! I own the WAVE RACER too…can't forget about that!
-/-/- Jack -/-/-
Jack sat, teeth chattering he grasped the sides of his arms as the cool breezes sent chills through his freezing body. His complexion had changed from the normal pirate tan to a ghostly white that showed how cold he truly was. The seal had not returned to surface at the hole inside Jack's dome and he had given up hope it ever would. He grabbed his spear-like piece of ice and angrily thrust it away. The ice hit the far rock-like wall and fell to the ice floor with an unusually high tick.
"Will I ever get out of here?" He obviously had said this too loud because, as the dome quieted down, he heard curious voices near to his blocked tunnel. Jack jerked to his feet and tip toed over to his tunnel and listened. The voices, which had been chattering, suddenly ceased and nothing could be heard but Jack's own breath as he frowned wondrously. Cautiously he tapped the ice barrage with his knuckles to hear a solid thump noise. Jack pulled his head back, still wondering, when a sharp pointed tip protruded suddenly through the ice barrage, barely missing Jack's luckily moved head. All too soon the voices returned, though now much louder, and more had joined in.
Jack gasped, his shadowed eyes widening, and moved backwards at a quick pace until he was up against the far wall opposite of the one with the spear head. Before him the blocked tunnel's wall crumbled to bits and revealed the tribe of ice people who were grinning as they looked at the startled Jack. The chief, in a dominant manner, strode over to Jack and seized him by his shoulder. "Smart man…so sad we have to kill you." Jack smiled his let's-be-reasonable smile and raised his finger. "Yeah, about that…" He slowly moved around so that he and they Chief had switched places and he was now in between the tribe and the Chief. Jack smiled and continued, "Now, do we really have to…kill dear ole Jack?" He took two steps backwards, and the tribe side-stepped, trying to listen in better and the Chief moved to stand beside them again. Chief looked at Jack and held out a hand, "Jack, try not to talk us to death…let's just get this over with." Jack smiled, again, and replied, "Now you see, there's where you're wrong. What is the point of killing me? Why do you even need to kill me? I'm just an old pirate trying to be his way." The tribe and the Chief seemed absorbed in this statement and all looked down at the ice, lost in thought. A few of the tribesmen loosened their grips on their spears and their senses became less keen. Jack smiled, seeing his cue and said rather hurriedly, "Now, all of you, you shall always remember this as the day you almost caught and or killed, Captain Jack Sparrow!" Without warning he turned and bolted out of the ice dome and raced along the path in which the tribe had drug him in the first place. Though far ahead, Jack could hear the agile tribesmen and their Chief close behind and, unfortunately, getting closer.
-/-/- Will -/-/-
After seeing to it that Ms. Swann was taken care of, Captain Barbossa focused all his attention on the icy waters that came complete with huge masses of ice floating about. He kept his eye out for a solid looking ice mass that could be inhabited by the huge Kraken, which he had seen no signs of so far.
Will had watched Barbossa out of pure boredom, and was dreading the oncoming appearance of Jack, as he knew they were getting closer upon seeing the ice masses in the water. Will had been in a deep depression that was ever deepening. He had lost all his anger and had replaced it with sorrow and despair. They would never find Jack, and if they did he would be dead or worse. Without finding Jack alive and helpful Elizabeth would die. And when Elizabeth died, Will knew that he too would pass on, out of existence.
Barbossa agitatedly glanced over his shoulder and glared at Will. "Mr. Turner, stop yer sulking around and make some use of yerself!" Will only sighed and replied, "What's the point?" Barbossa gaped and rolled his eyes. "Never mind ye!"
Mr. Gibbs noticed Will's lack of enthusiasm and walked over to him, placing a hand on his shoulder. "Will…I know yer…a little depressed at the moment but…" Will glanced up and met Gibbs' eyes to reply, "A little depressed? Just a little? Mr. Gibbs…need I point out I'm spiraling down a tunnel of deep despair, which leads to none other than the dark and gloomy depths of Hell itself?" Gibbs raised an eyebrow and said, "I was just going to ask if you needed a sleeping pill to settle yer nerves young Turner."
Will sighed as Gibbs walked off. What was the point of living? Why should he go on at all? Was there some hidden purpose that he had no knowledge of whatsoever?
"Look!" The voice of Marty stopped everyone's actions and or thoughts and everyone rushed to go and see what was about. Will peered out over the WAVE RACER'S rails and looked on, awestruck, at what he saw. On the shores of huge icy mass, there were a bunch of people dressed in an uncivilized manner, and they were all chasing after none other than Captain Jack Sparrow.
-/-/- Davy Jones -/-/-
"Now!" Davy's command sounded over everything going on as the Flying Dutchman reared up out of the cold Ocean to see the scene before them. Jack had obviously met the carnivorous people of the arctic world, and unluckily the bumbling moron members of his so called loyal crew had found their way to him as well. With a flick of the finger, Davy Jones sent members of his crew off to take care of the tribe people. The members easily did away with the now lifeless tribesmen and their Chief. Davy Jones then turned his attention to the Captain who he needed to deal with. He pulled out his telescope, but had to stop dead in his actions to turn and see yet another ship sailing up.
-/-/- James Norrington -/-/-
After pretending to give Davy Jones' heart to Lord Beckett, James had snuck it out of his office and hi-jacked a ship to go in search of Jones and Sparrow. He didn't know what he was thinking when he handed over his most prized gambling chip over to Beckett. Of course that scum of man wouldn't help him regain any honor whatsoever!
So now here he was, with Jones' heart safe at hand, ready to be rid of him once and for all. James' ship pulled up next to the Dutchman where he calmly walked aboard and stared the ruthless Captain in the eye. "Jones, dear old legend, I do believe your time on the planet is up." Jones furrowed his brows, glanced at Jack, who was wading into the icy waters, headed for the WAVER RACER, which he had recognized his crew mates on. James noticed this and smiled. "No, Jones. He doesn't have your precious heart. But I'm sure he appreciates you taking care of those…tribe people." Jones spat and grumbled, "You mean we chased after that Captain for nothing?" James nodded, "Afraid so. But…now I can take care of something important."
In one swift move James pulled out a sack that seemed to be slightly moving in and out. The eyes of Jones appeared as if they would pop out as he stared on. James grinned and from his sheath pulled out a dagger and held it up to the thumping bag. "Any last requests?" Jones was about to signal one of the crew members to attack but he was too late. James had seen that move coming and went ahead to proceed in piercing the heart of Davy Jones, which beated a few more times before ceasing. Jones reached up a finger, but when he looked at it seemed to fall away in powdery gusts. He stared in horror as the powdery dust overtook his whole arm and continued until he was nothing but a pile of black dust. James looked on as the whole crew disintegrated into powdery piles of black dust. The Flying Dutchman began to rattle as a huge rush of waves flew up over it's decks and huge tentacles waved through the air above. James started and moved away to look up as the tentacles fell away into black dust, just like the crew and Jones had done. Sensing what would come next; James rushed back towards his own ship and leapt aboard just in time. Behind him the Flying Dutchman blew away in gusts which, when they stopped, let the black dust fall onto the waves and sink below the ocean surface. James smiled and told his first mate to sail over to the WACE RACER.
-/-/- Jack -/-/-
Upon seeing the scene of black dust Jack felt a flood of relief ace through him. Jones was gone along with his dreaded Beastie. Jack had swum over to the WAVE RACER where Gibbs had hauled him aboard and he had observed the scene. Jack looked at his left hand to see the Black mark fading away and the normal color of his hand returning. Jack turned around, grinning, and came face to face with Barbossa. Wordlessly, Jack only smiled and waved at the figure who was only inches away. Barbossa gave a crooked smile and held out his hand, "Welcome, Jack." Gibbs walked over and thrust of warm blanket over Jack's shoulders. Marty said, "Norrington approaching!" Jack turned and smiled as the man's ship stopped beside their's and he stepped onboard. Jack tipped his head, not knowing what else to do. James also appeared to be at a loss for words and only offered his hand. James walked past Jack and over to Will, who was slumped on top of a rum barrel and just glaring at Jack. Not even noticing Will's glare Jack rushed over and called out, "Rum! Sweet rum!" A cup, thrust by Gibbs, was caught in mid-air by Jack and he held it under the barrel and let the rum pour out into the cup, which he drank in one easy gulp.
Will stood up, waiting for the question he was expecting very soon. After finishing off another four cups of rum Jack shook his head and felt refreshed. That's when it hit him. He was before Will, the very competition in which his heart needed to fight off. And by the look on the man's face, Jack assumed he knew about everything. So, keeping certain facts in the past he asked, "Where is…ah…where is Ms. Swann?" Will smiled his fake smile and nodded, "Well actually she's below deck." Will looked off at the location where the Flying Dutchman had sunk just moments ago and looked hard at Norrington. "You do realize my father was aboard that ship do you not?" James could only bow his head, in a manner saying he was sorry. Will sighed and nodded. Jack, not even listening to the question asked, "Why is Elizabeth under deck?" Will's nostrils barely flared and he replied, "Dying. That's what she's doing under deck."