Catherine stood on the deck and furrowed her brow. Where was everybody? There was no one in sight- it seemed almost unnatural to her and a shiver went down her spine. She shook her head sharply; there was no reason to be afraid. Someone would be in the Crow's nest, she couldn't be totally alone. Catherine looked up- nobody was there. No one: no one on the deck, no one in the nest and no one steering the ship. She scanned the horizon quickly, no ship in sight. She took a deep breath, calm down she said to herself, people don't suddenly disappear… Besides, there is still the crew below deck. I'm not totally alone.

She heard footsteps behind her. She froze and then realised it was most likely Will. A smile grew upon her face; rum was exactly what she needed.

'About bloody time.' She remarked and turned round.

It wasn't Will. It didn't even look human. It was humanoid in a way and wore ragged clothing on the lower half of its body. It was male but Catherine couldn't think of it as human, let alone a 'he'. 'He' was much taller than her and his face was like that of a hammerhead's. There was another set of eyes of the side of his head- moving around erratically. A snarl was on his face, showing a very impressive set of sharp jagged teeth. His whole body was covered by barnacles, limpets, coral and what looked like shark skin. Monstrous didn't even begin to describe it. The finishing touches to this terrible sight were his hands, long bony claws -not unlike that of a crab's- holding a cutlass to her throat.

He smiled at her. She couldn't help staring at his teeth. There was suddenly the sound of a great body of water being moved behind her. Only one person had men like this in his crew- Davy Jones. Catherine had only seen him once, when Jack had made his deal, but that had been enough to leave a lasting impression upon her. She remembered his cold eyes, hideous face and devil-like hat. His crew had been ruthless uncaring men with similar disfigurements. A thought struck her- Bill was now part of that crew. But she soon brought herself back to reality and turned back to the shark-man.

'Going somewhere Miss Scar?' He hissed.

'I would think a scar is preferable to the head of a shark!' She said surprised by her own bravery. He grabbed her shoulder and she felt something hard hit her on the head. Her world was enveloped by darkness.

Catherine woke up- her head was throbbing. She tried to rub her head but found her hands were tied. Blurry objects surrounded her. There were a few figures lined up next to her and many others in front. She blinked and tried to focus. She could here somebody talking but the words were hard to make out. Catherine was on her knees and definitely on a ship. The Dutchman, she thought, there's no hope for us now. Eventually her vision cleared. Her suspicions were correct; they were on Davy Jones's ship- the rest of the pearl's crew were next to her in the same position. Davy's crew surrounded them- all horrible fish-creatures. There was one person that did not fit in however, a rough looking man in a Navy uniform. Catherine didn't recognise him. She shook her head and listened in on what was being said.

'Yes but what if I was to tell you that-'Jack started to say before being cut off by another voice with a slight Scottish accent. Catherine recognised that voice and a shiver went down her spine.

'The only reason I haven't slit the throats of the lot of ye is because Lord Beckett wants you alive- all survivors must be kept alive he said- so you can be hanged for ye crimes,' He said Beckett's name with obvious venom. 'If it were up to me,' He continued. 'I'd give you all the 'death of a thousand cuts'.

Catherine gulped- that was a punishment no man deserved. Used by many Chinese pirates- it involved cutting the victim's skin with a knife and sealing the wound with a hot iron. This was done over and over again, all over the body, until the knife reached the heart. She noticed there was another ship next to the Dutchman. It looked like a navy ship. One of Beckett's perhaps? The shark-man was watching her closely; he was right next to Jones. The Navy man was also next to him, unfortunately she couldn't tell his rank but she guessed he was pretty important.

'Ah but you are aware of an assassin sent to kill the young miss Elizabeth and young Turner correct?' Jack said smoothly.

'Aye but he has obviously failed. It does not matter- he now wants them to be hung in public for all to see.'

'And when he is caught he will be sentenced to death.' The man in naval uniform remarked bluntly. His voice had a posh edge to it; he obviously had a large ego.

Shut Up! Catherine willed silently. There was no reason to bring her into this. The piece of paper Beckett had given her was now useless. And they were unaware of her identity; Let them think it was a he, who failed. This will do you no good Jack.

Elizabeth made a scoffing sound. 'There was somebody sent to kill us?'

'Beckett would think of ye both as dangerous, missy.' Barbossa added helpfully.

'You could have told us Jack.' Snapped Will scornfully.

'I had everything under control mate.' Jack answered. 'You've never been in danger… Except for now of course. Thanks to our good friend Commodore Norrington.'

'It's Admiral Norrington now.' The man replied haughtily. 'Now I have even more power to rid the earth of scallywags like you.'

Norrington looked down at the collection of ruffians on the deck. Part of him could scarcely believe that he had been one of them just a while ago. A drunkard, a pirate- but they all deserved their fate. Yet there was another part of him that knew this was wrong, the same part of him that still loved Elizabeth, and the same part of him that wanted to get away before he had the same fate as Governor Swann. He had been very surprised to see him on the ship- He had seen the governor's body himself- he had been horrified when he heard about the murder and had of late begun to wonder if Davy Jones or Lord Beckett was the worse of the pair. The Governor was out cold now though so no questions could be asked of him.

'Admiral... Interesting… Been rooting for you all the time mate.' Jack smiled.

'Now because Lord Beckett has decided to keep the Black Pearl, he mentioned something about stolen property, It is the only ship that can out run mine so it will be destroyed. In the meantime a few of my men and a few lucky members of your crew will sail it. Understand?' Davy growled.

'Uh…. No…' Catherine piped up suddenly. She had been listening to the conversation half-heartedly while scanning the deck for Bill. She knew everyone else was alright but Bill was no where to be seen.

Davy Jones looked angry, his tentacled face growing red with rage. He walked over to her, his wooden leg making a loud noise with every step. He leaned in close to her; she could see the writhing tentacles and looked straight into his eyes. They were blue, not unlike the ocean that he controlled.

'What exactly do you mean?' He asked barely concealing his anger.

'Why not just kill us now and say we died in battle? Or just blow up the Pearl?'

'Because I am not free to make my own decisions, and therefore must do things even if they do defy logic.' He paused and looked at her closely. 'You look… familiar..'

'Oh.'

'Yes… Yes I've seen you somewhere before I'm sure of it…But I would remember someone with such… a distinguishing feature.' All of Davy's crew laughed and Catherine felt anger surge through her. So she spat on him. They stopped laughing and a strange silence fell over them. Davy snarled at her and put his crab claw at her neck and lifted her up using it. He tightened his grip slowly. Catherine felt like her windpipe was being crushed. She couldn't breathe but she didn't cry out. She wasn't going to let him have that pleasure.

'Lord Beckett has requested all prisoners be alive. That includes her.' Norrington said sternly, a lot braver than he actually felt.

Jones looked at Norrington angrily and dropped her. She fell to the floor and managed to get back on her knees.

'If I'm going to die anyway what's the point? Your conscience will still not be clear.' Catherine pointed out.

Norrington looked at Catherine. She was looking at him with hatred in her eyes; there was something almost animal about her. The prominent scar, her untidy hair, her gaunt face and even her clothes gave off this impression. The blood stain on the side of her shirt was very large, and did not look like it came from a wound. But most of all this impression was in the way she looked at him with so much hatred, it seemed like she was suddenly going to jump on him and tear him to pieces. He knew this was just his imagination but he still couldn't shake the feeling.

'She's right James… You used to be a good man…' Elizabeth said sadly

Norrington turned to look at Elizabeth, he looked sad and was almost about to say something when Davy Jones interrupted.

'Maccus! Take these trouble-makers to the brig.' He ordered.

'Aye, Aye captain.' The shark-man answered.

He grabbed Catherine roughly and other members of Davy's crew grabbed the rest. Catherine suddenly realised there hadn't been that many survivors. Only Gibbs, Jack, Barbossa, Will, Elizabeth, Cotton, Pintel, Ragetti and another crew member she couldn't name were there. Either there had been a very large battle or the others were on the Pearl.

They made their way to the brig. Catherine was surprised the 'Flying Dutchman' even had a brig. The brig was encrusted with barnacles and other sea life like the edge of the ship. Even though it seemed impossible there was even more sea life under here than on the top of the ship. It was empty except for a hunched figure locked behind one of the barred prisons. Will, Catherine, Gibbs and Elizabeth were shoved in the cell with the figure and the rest of them were shoved into the empty one.

The hunched figure moved slightly and turned around- Will recognised his father. He looked at everyone and turned his attention onto Catherine.

'Kate?' Bill asked covering his face with his hand.

A/N Phew this took a while to write. Sorry I'm a day off the deadline but I could not get onto a computer. Honestly I didn't think anybody cared but I'm glad to see at least one person does. Anyway I think everything is pretty obvious now. Story-wise at least. Sorry for focusing on my OC too much again- this story wasn't originally going to be centred on her. I haven't even got the second chapter written for my other fanfic yet so I'll probably do that before I update again. Thanks for your support.