A/N: Sorry this took so long! I wasn't happy with it and then I lost my internet connection. Anyway – enjoy! Thanks for the reviews, you all are so kind!

Chapter 3

"So, let me get this strait. You figures that since I once held your spooned out thump thump in my dirty lil fingers I may have a good notion to the where abouts now and you were kind enough to force me out of that foul beastie of yours to threaten me with death – again – so you can get you broken heart back into a chest that you will once again burry and never see again. That right?" Jack narrowed his eyes at the Devil of the Sea and cocked his head to one side trying to comprehend all this. It was crazy – even for Jack to believe.

Davy Jones forced his mouth up at the corners, making what Jack guessed was his version of a smile.

"That's just about it Jack. But you see, this time – if you don't deliver I will take care of you myself. I won't be trustin' anybody or anything to dispose of you but me. You cause far too many problems to keep you around, Jack Sparrow."

"Sooo – if I return your heart to you – my debt is paid? No more nasty black things on my hands or beasties eatin' my ships?" Jack smiled, his gold teeth a little less shiny after being coated with Kraken goo. This could turn out to be not so bad. Two birds and a stone so to speak. He could get Jones off his back and have some lovely revengy type moments with the dear Norrington, the nasty bloke. After all he is the only one who could have the thing. Will would have gloated and then stabbed the thing the moment he got his noble hands on it. Doing the right thing and blah blah blah. So. Norrington it was. Oh what fun that would be. Ruin Norrington – again – and get the damn organ back to it's place in the ground. Then he could go to Tia and find a way to get his ship back –

Jacks pleasant daydreams of having his life returned to him were interrupted by Jones quiet but harsh laughter.

"Ah, Jack. If you get my heart back to me within the guidelines I give you, I will release you to plunder and gift the entire ocean with chaos without having to worry about your debt to me. However – if you fail to meet my strict requirements I will do with you as I please. Once, you return my heart of course."

"What, exactly, are these 'guidelines' and 'requirements' pray tell?" Jones did that smile like thing with his lips again and waved his hand – er – claw to someone or something behind Jack. Three of Jones' deformed crew members stepped forward.

"This is your crew, three of my own loyal ones. They have been with me for a very long time. There is a small boat for you tethered to ours. You will take the boat and the crew and go get my heart and return it to me, off the coast of Isla de Roto Corazones." Jack smiled. The fates really did love him. This was too easy. He got a boat and a crew – much more then he expected from the fiend.

"Ah, Mate – your heart you will have again. And I will have my life and we will never have to lay our pretty lil eye balls on each other ever again. We can put this whole nasty lil bit to sleep and never think on it again. You see, I knew there had to be a reasonable –"

"Do you know, Jack, what your biggest sin is? It's always assuming you know the whole picture. That you, Jack Sparrow-"

"Captain..."

"Yes. That you know it all and the world will turn to your silly little tunes. The world never spins just for your pleasure. Just as the sea never calms or rises at your command. I want my heart back, Sparrow, and you have three days to do so. In which time, if you have not done as I have asked, all the powers of hell and the sea will be loosed upon you and you will be praying, to whatever gods may still hear you pitiful cries, to be put back inside of the Kraken for eternity. You understand me, Sparrow? Three Days. No extensions, no leeway, no forgivness. The only reason you are even getting a second chance is because you believe that you had bested me. Even though you were doomed to die in the belly of the beast, you knew, that the heart was gone. You had hurt old Davy Jones more then he had hurt you. But Jack Sparrow, no one gets away with deceiving me. Three days, Sparrow. Three days till your hell begins." Jones turned and limped out of the room, leaving Jack with the three 'men.' Jack started after Jones for a moment, then thought better of it and turned quickly to his crew.

"Well. Alright then. Listen here, you dogs – er –uh- Catfish. We have three days to do the impossible. Get to the ship – er – boat – and make her ready to sail. And get me a map! Get moving! We don't have all the time in the world – ok maybe YOU do – but I don't! Move!" The three crew members stood for a moment staring at Jack before shuffling off and about the duties he'd spit out at them. As soon as they were out of the room Jack brought his hands over his face. What a mess he was in this time. Who knew where they were now and who knew where Norrington was and if he even still had that damn heart. And to be honest – Jack had never heard of a place called Isla de Roto Corazones. Three days - a week maybe - but three days? Jack suddenly wished that all the stories told about the infamous Captain Jack Sparrow were 100 true, rather then 75 – ok, ok – 20. He didn't know how to get out of this one. But he'd do his damn best to try. Go out fighting – again. He put on his best cocky pirate face and walked out to the deck of the Flying Dutchmen. He was headed toward the side of the ship where he saw his so-called crew, when he heard his name in hushed tones right behind him.

"Jack. Jack come here please. Before you go. Please Jack." Turning around Jack found himself looking once again into the eyes of his former crewmember and friend, Bill Turner. Jack paused and then casually meandered toward Bootstrap.

"Will – do you know if Will is alright?" Jack rolled his eyes at the mention of the whelp. That whelp – who was probably getting cozy right now with Elizabeth. Smugly doing the right thing and bedding his wife. How long did they wait, Jack wondered, before they finally wed.

"Jack?"

"Your dear, noble, Son is, to the best of my knowledge, safe and sound in the arms of his not so noble bonny lass quite happy." Jack turned to walk away, but the older Turner stopped him again.

"If you see him again, Jack, tell him give up the idea of trying to save me. Tell him to live his life, not risk it on the behalf of an old man who left him behind for a life of sin and lusts. Tell him for me Jack?"

"I do not plan on seeing the whelp and his lass again if I can help it, Bootstrap." Bill's eyes were suddenly filled with more sorrow then was already there. So Jack continued, "But, if I were to run into him someday, before he does something noble and foolish again, I will pass the message on." Bootstrap Bill gave him a watery smile and backed away from Jack.

"Thank You," he whispered. Jack turned and sought out the men who were to be his crew. One of them walked across the deck to him.

"Mr. Sparrow –"

"Captain Sparrow."

"The boat is ready. We are just waiting for you."
"Well, then let's get on. Let's go find my horizon…"