A/N: Oh man, this chapter took forever to put up and my brother wouldn't let me on. But the more I write, the more disturbing it gets. Thanks for the reviews, my closest friends, you know who you are. It would be really awesome if I could at least get some other reviews, hint hint, from different people.

Chapter 8

It was happening all over again, the Kraken's slimy grey tentacle wrapped around Toby's leg, and this time I knew what would occur. I can't let this happen again! The ship went down along with us, the Kraken still holding tightly on to Toby, like a child with a new toy. We were sucked down into the water, I could barely hold onto his hand in the dark and tumultuous water.

He made me let go, forced my hand off his, and I knew I would not be able to save him, not like that time many years ago when Toby had merely gotten his foot stuck in the anchor. Then I could easily dive down and help him. I couldn't dive down to the ocean floor.

I watched his frightened expression for the millionth time. What could have happened down there? He must have suffocated; there was no fresh air to keep him alive. What did that monster do to him? Was Toby's dead body floating in the ocean somewhere?

"I know what you want, but you will soon find dat your meaning will change." Tia Dalma's heavy voice spoke with mystery, she smiled, her big brown eyes watching me. She was leading me on. I followed her gliding gait. We were somewhere dark; the settings were blurred and dead.

I saw Jack approaching, his boots clicked in the open space, I had know idea where we were. "You knew. Oh my God, you knew!" My voice echoed around.

Jack didn't respond he just stood there watching me; it was as if he and I were on different frequencies. I felt myself coming at him, hot rage torrid in my heart. Jack didn't even notice. He looked past me as if I weren't there. I tackled him and we both fell to the ground. My eyes were blurry, I couldn't see straight. I felt my hand slip to where my dagger was fastened to my waste and yank it out.

I could feel the hard, tangible dagger in my hand. It was the only thing I could rely on, it was the only thing I could trust. Without thinking, I began to thrust the blade into Jack, his chest resisted at first, but then it slid through easily. I repeatedly stabbed him, it was better this way. Jack's face switched to horror, but he didn't scream, instead he just opened his mouth in shock. He had caused Toby to die and my life to disintegrate! He deserved to die!

I got up; hot, dark maroon blood covered my hands. Jack lay in a pool of it, unmoving. He was just sprawled out, totally dead. I had never seen Jack like this, so…still. The pirate, Captain Jack Sparrow was no more.

Darkness surrounded me; I was lying in my bed panting. I looked to the floor, there was no dead Jack Sparrow, but then why was there blood? The dark shadow of it was all over my sheets, it covered my hands, it seemed to be everywhere.

My body convulsed with trembles, what was happening?

"Help!" I screamed in the still night.

I tumbled out of bed, kicking the stained sheets off, "Help me!" I pleaded for someone to come.

A person ran up to the door and threw it open. I couldn't see who they were in the darkness until he held up an almost expired candle. Gibbs was standing there.

"What is it, miss?" Gibbs asked out of breath.

I didn't speak, I couldn't. But he saw that I was covered in blood. He knelt down, "What in blazes did you do?" He asked as he looked at my bloody, trembling hands.

"I killed Jack." My voice quavered.

"What?"

"I killed him."

"That's impossible; Jack was with me a minute ago." Gibbs responded confused, "This is your blood."

And as I looked closer I could tell that he was right, a blade's mark had cut a quarter of an inch into my palms. I had not even felt the pain, but now that I looked at the injury, I could feel the twinge and sting as I opened and closed my hands.

I slowly got up, "I need some air." I spoke despondently.

"Want me to bandage your hands up for you miss?" Gibbs offered.

"No."

I felt so out of it, I was totally disorientated from my dream. It had felt so real, I actually had believed that I killed Jack, but Jack was alive. I stood out on the deck, looking over the side at the white caps rushing by. It must have been early morning because the sky was just starting to grow purple with light. I could see no landmarks at all around me; we were on the open ocean.

The fresh air helped a little, it woke me up. I was actually able to figure out what happened. I must have taken my sword out while I was asleep and grasped it tightly, that was how I cut myself. But something still seemed off, Tia Dalma had spoken in my dream, I remembered, she had told me that my meaning would change. What was she talking about? Did she mean that my purpose now was to kill Jack Sparrow?

You're mad Rummy, you're completely insane. I told myself, you haven't gotten any sleep; you're in a mental disaster. Yeah, that's all it had to be, I was just tired and stressed out. It wasn't like I was a murderer or something. If you kill someone in a dream, does that count?

"Oh my God," I groaned to myself, I could sense my muscles ache and my eyes felt like wood. This was not good; I didn't know how much longer I could go on like this. Droplets of blood ran down my arms and reminded me that I couldn't go back to sleep, not today at least. I couldn't trust myself to sleep. I was afraid of what my subconscious might do.

A strong wind blew through the sails just then, and I saw that storm clouds had materialized above me; there would apparently be bad weather coming. I sat on the deck, feeling the temperature drop and rain beginning to splatter the planks. It had rushed upon us in a hurry. The sky grew darker, it seemed like the storm was fighting the sun in an attempt to keep the skies night. The rest of the crew began to wake and relieve the night's watchman in the crow's nest from his duties.

Soon Jack appeared, he did not look at me, he did not even give a backwards glance at me. I wondered if Gibbs had told him of my dream.

"Captain!" One of the men shouted out, I almost responded until I realized they were calling Jack.

"The Flying Dutchman." I heard him call out, "Steady men, anchor her down!" Jack ordered.

I followed their gaze towards a wrecked and aged scuttled ship that had been snatched out of the water by black, cold rocks jutting out of the sea. To the side, the black rocks continued, forming a small forbidding inlet that looked as lifeless as the ship it had taken.

"That's the Flying Dutchman? She doesn't look like much." Will spoke up, coming up beside Jack.

"Neither do you. Do not underestimate her." Jack replied, he had taken on a knowing tone.

I just caught something between Gibbs and Jack, a quick glance perhaps? They knew something.

"Must've run afoul on the reef." Gibbs put on a phony voice.

"So what's your plan then?" The pirate captain asked.

"I row over; search the ship until I find your bloody key." Will explained.

"And if there are crewmen?" Jack challenged.

"I cut down anyone in my path."

"I like it, simple, easy to remember." Jack spoke in his Jack-isk kinda way.

I appeared behind them, "I'd better help Will out, after all I'm supposed to make sure he doesn't kill himself right?"

"Be my guest," Jack smiled, he knew, "Although perhaps there may be another reason why Captain Rummy is so eager to leave the Black Pearl."

I didn't bother to respond to that. So maybe I wanted to get away from Jack, it just felt too creepy to be by him. I had no idea what I might do.

"Your chariot awaits you, sire! Ha, ha-ha-ha, ha-ha!" That was Ragetti with the life boat.

"Hey! If you do happen to get captured, just say Jack Sparrow sent you to settle his debt! Might save your life!" Jack added last minute.

"Bon voyage! Ha-ha-ha!"

"Douse the lamps." Jack commanded.

We both rowed, me with some cloth tied around my hands to keep the cuts from bleeding. It was silent for a while, there was just the sloshing of the foul smelling water against the wooden boat, but then Will spoke up.

"What happened to your hands?" He asked in his concerned voice.

"Oh, you didn't hear? I thought I woke up the whole ship." I spoke caustically, "Um I cut my hands while I was asleep." I left out the part about Jack.

"Oh, that's weird." He responded to fill the gaping silence.

"Why do you think Jack is really sending us over here?" I asked.

"Huh?"

"Jack and Gibbs, I heard them talking to you, they know something's up but didn't bother to clue us in on it."

"I stopped trying to find out what Jack was really up to a long time ago." Will sighed tiredly, "Besides, I trust him. He may be in it for himself, but he wouldn't just stand by and let something happen to us. He's not that bad."

"I suppose he didn't stand by and watch my ship get smashed by the Kraken then."

"But he saved your life, Rummy." Will reminded me as he rowed with his strong arms.

"Did he?" I asked in an inattentive tenor.

Our little boat came upon the tall, wet side of the ship, we climbed aboard and this is what I saw: the ship was literally in ruins, we passed a dead sailor, propped up behind a net like rigging, and another one alive, who was wounded and seemed to be in shock.

Will cautiously approached him, holding the lantern up to him in the storm. The wounded sailor yanked mechanically on a pulley desperately, muttering to himself.

"…up the…"

"Sailor!" Will called.

"…the stench…capsized…"

"Sailor!" Will tried again.

"…bring a…"

"There's no use, you've run aground." He answered the terrified man.

"No! Beneath us! Foul beneath us!" He exclaimed, his face deathly pale.

"What foul? What are you talking about?" I asked, foreboding entering me.

Something fell from a height, making a plopping splash in the water behind us.

"What was that?" I asked.

"Hey! Hey!" Will went over to investigate, I was behind him. It was a man lying motionless facedown. Will turned him over to see his face, what the hell! There was no face. It was just blank, puckered up skin that bulged outward. It was sick!

"Oh…my…God! That used to be a face!" I cried out.

And then they were upon us, sea creatures overran the ship surrounding us, Will and I were outnumbered beyond belief. These…things just overtook us. They were like manfish or something, but the ugliest creatures I had ever seen.

"Down on you marrow bones and pray!" One of them shouted.

Will put on a fight, I gave him an E for effort; he dipped his sword in oil, and then lit it on fire, "Get back! Back!" He tried to ward them off.

I also took out my sword, but could not match the creativity of Will's flaming sword so I did it the old fashioned way, chop and slice, chop and slice. Mmm we're having fish today!

Despite our awesome and heroic fighting, they creamed us. Before long we were cowering on our knees with this disgusting tentacle man glaring at us. There were six of us altogether, prisoners of this crew of the sea monsters. They laughed at us, but then quieted when their captain began to speak.

"Five men and one woman still alive, the rest have moved on." This pale manfish spoke with lobster legs twitching in his back, he reported to his captain.

The captain heedlessly lit a pipe in his claw, and the thump of his wooden leg could be heard ominously as he approached us.

"Do you fear death?" He blew smoke into one of the terrified sailor's faces, "Do you fear the dark abyss? All you deeds laid bare. All your sins punished. I can offer you an escape-uh." He spoke in a slimy tone.

"Don't listen to him!" Another man spoke, as he held a rosary tightly.

The captain walked slowly over to the sailor who had spoke out and asked, "Do you fear death?"

"I'll take my chances, Sir."

The thing responded, "To the depths."

The crew laughed mercilessly as the poor man's throat was slit and he was pushed overboard. That's the end of him.

"Cold blooded!- One of them accused.

"Life is cruel, why should the afterlife be any different? I offer you a choice. Join my crew, and postpone the judgment. One hundred years before the mast. Will ye serve?" He asked in an important and rising voice.

"I- I will, serve." Another crew member spoke timidly.

"Grand." The sea crew laughed harshly.

It came towards Will next, "You are neither dead nor dying. What is your purpose here?" He asked, tentacles always moving and twitching.

"Jack Sparrow sent me to settle his debt." Will spoke quickly.

"What is your purpose here?" It asked confused.

"Jack Sparrow. He sent me to settle his debt."

"Huh! Did he, now? I'm sorely tempted to accept that offer."

He then noticed me kneeling there. Yay! It's my turn.

"Ah, a woman on board. What is a woman doing so far out at sea?" He asked me, blowing smoke into my face.

"Jack Sparrow sent me too." I replied, trying to sound strong.

"Well Jack Sparrow seems to be quite persuasive, now. I'm curious, are you afraid of dying?"

"No, I would welcome it greatly." I replied coldly.

"Is there anything else I can interest you in? In return, you will serve me." He asked.

"Maybe." I answered, "If you can bring my friend back from the dead, then I will serve you."

A/N: NO. NO NO! I DIDN'T WANT IT TO BE LIKE THIS! Why must my chapter end like this! Crap! I just screwed this all up…. :-(

I have a dirdle of dirt.

TECT Out!

Now WF is going to be happy:-( damn it!

Oh…my…God! That used to be a face! I added that in just 4 u Aqua! So I hope u got ur jollies in.