A/N: Hey long time since I've updated. This chapter, I just wanted to get through the movie cuz it seems as if it's taking an eternity. But, alas, I was side tracked, yet again. I feel like I'm the one trapped on the Flying Dutchman, it's been like four freakin chapters for just ten minutes of the movie. Anyways for those of you who have never reviewed before, I don't expect you to break that record now. It would be a shame for you guys to all of a sudden start reviewing on the last couple of chapters.

Chapter 11

Maybe if Toby had asked about it, I would have told him everything, but he never did. He never asked why I had known the man that he despised for attacking his love, or why I had buried Shyam.

If he did, I probably would have told him what had happened; I would have told him why it happened too. Part of it was for spite, but there was also a need to feel wanted. And I knew I hadn't dealt with my feelings in the best way. I could have solved everything by telling Toby how I felt about him and Christine getting married, but I was too weak.

Looking back on it all, I felt disgusted with myself, I had always dreamed my first time would be with someone special…someone a hell of a lot different.

I was still contemplating on the bench in Davy Jones's eerily timeless catacomb when he abruptly stood up and his music ceased. Without speaking, he thudded out of the room with a set expression. I followed him out as he climbed the old wooden steps and out onto the deck. With each thud, gooseneck barnacles quickly retracted. Where was he going? He was laughing.

"I accept that-uh." He railed.

I looked around to see the crew surrounding Will and Bootstrap Bill. A crate was slammed to the ground and cups filled with dice were set onto the moldy crate. It appeared to be some kind of gambling game and Will had just challenged Davy Jones to it.

"The stakes?" Jones asked in a sneering, scorn filled voice.

"My soul, an eternity of servitude." Will replied untrustingly back.

"No!" Bootstrap disrupted them with his fear.

"Against?" Jones asked.

"I want this." Will pulled out the faded picture of the key, "And Rummy's freedom." He looked up at me, as he said this. There was purpose in his eyes. I stared back at him, he didn't have to risk all this for me.

"How do you know of the key?" Jones questioned, surprise on his slimy face.

"That's not part of the game, is it? You can still walk away?" Will fortified his terms by applying reversed psychiatry.

A slithering, grey tentacle pulled out the small strange looking key from under Jones's vest. It dangled there for all the crew to see. The key to the chest.

Bootstrap sat down at the crate next.

"What's this?" Jones's exclaimed as he watched Bootstrap enter the game.

"I'm in, matching his wager." Bootstrap stated, looking at his son.

"No! Don't do this!" Will pleaded with his father; I could tell that he really did care for him.

"The die is cast. I bid three twos. It's your bid, Captain." Bootstrap began the very confusing game. Seriously, I had no idea what was happening, or how you played. I preferred Poker, easier to understand.

"Four fours." Davy Jones spat.

"Four fives." Will raised.

Looking at his dice, Bootstrap muttered, "Six threes."

"Seven fives-uh."

"Eight fives." Will went even higher, the crew gasped. They could tell Jones was gonna see Will was bluffing.

"Huh huh huh. Welcome to the crew, liar." Jones cackled, surrounded by his crew who were equally amused.

"Twelve fives. Twelve fives. Call me a liar. Or up the bid." Bootstrap slid in there quickly. I gasped; he was taking the fall for Will.

"And be called a liar myself for my trouble? Bootstrap Bill you're a liar and you will spend an eternity on this ship! Master Turner and Miss Rummy, feel free to go ashore… the very next time we make port!" Davy Jones bantered as he stood up.

"Fool, why did you do that?" Will asked his father.

"I couldn't let you lose." He replied, avoiding Will's gaze.

"It was never about winning or losing." (A/N: It's how u play the game.)

"The key, you just wanted to know where it was." Bootstrap Bill realized. ((Face-palm)

As the crew departed, Will took me out-of-the-way to a secluded corner, "I need your help." Will spoke to me urgently, pulling me off to the side. There was extreme worry in his voice.

"Will, why- you didn't have to do this. You don't need to clean up my mess." I referred to when he had wagered his life for mine during the game.

"No, I do. Becket sent you to look after me, I'm returning the favor." He responded.

"Okay, so now what. How are we gonna get it from him?" I asked cryptically.

"Wait till he's asleep." Will whispered.

"Are you nuts?! We can't just waltz in there and dig through his 'beard'!" I struggled to keep my voice low.

"Do you have a better idea?"

I faltered, "No. It just seems extremely risky."

"This business depends on risks."

"Of course, but I take calculated risks." I hissed.

"Trust me, if there was a better way…" He trailed off.

"What do you need me to do?" I gave in.

"Help me dig through his 'beard'." Will restated with a grim smile.

We waited until it was late at night. I paced in my cramped, cage-like cabin. I think it had previously been used as a storage closet. It still smelled profusely like salted pork rinds. A short used candle flickered in the corner of the 6x2 foot room. My bed, I

guessed, was supposedly the hay bail that took up the majority of the coffin shaped quarter.

How the hell did this happen? I wondered. Once I was Captain of my own ship, now I was living in a closet on dead man's ship. It all felt like a freakishly horrible dream that I would do anything to escape from.

As I moved, I made my way in one stride from one corner to the other. From no warning at all, I felt my chest twinge in pain. At first, I thought it might have been from the bruise Davy Jones's had given me earlier that day, but this pain felt almost like it was in the very center of my heart, the very center of my soul. I took off my shirt and in the dim light; I could see the green purple bruising in the center of my chest.

What freaked me out was the way the veins seemed to be highlighted and pulsing. My heart felt as if it were contracting and pulling at my insides, my body shook each time my heart beat. It felt as if a red hot flame were burning through my heart, consuming me from the inside out. I collapsed onto the ground, panting. My vision blurred and my ears filled with just the thundering thud of my labored heart beat. Choking…can't breath…what's happening to me?

My eyes shot open and I gasped for breath. It swirled in, filling my oxygen deprived lungs with air. At first I couldn't see anything, my eyes were open, but there was no image.

Slowly, the purple blackness began to subside and light replaced it. Will leaned over me, terror fixed in his gaze. I could feel the cold wood on my bare back, I was still lying on the ground, chills ran through my body and my hands shook, rattling against the floor.

"God, Rummy, are you okay?" Will asked with serious concern. He wrapped a blanket around me.

"I-what happened?" I quaked; my vulnerability was really not making the situation better. I was also aware that he was quite close to me in the tight room.

"I came in to get you, and you were just on the floor. Not breathing." Will explained, "I thought you were dead. Your hands were ice cold."

"Oh." I spoke in a listless voice, forcing myself to stay in control of my emotions, but tears began to well up.

"It's okay, Rummy."

"No, I'm fine. I just- I don't know. I'll be fine." I stood up quickly, but almost toppled over. Will steadied me and looked at my rattled and scared expression disbelievingly.

"You're not fine." He spoke with finality. "Can you tell me anything at all?"

"I said I don't know. My heart must have stopped or something." I reconciled, still breathing heavily, "All I remember before was a pounding pain in my chest."

"Listen, Rummy, I don't think it's a good idea-

I cut Will off, "I'm coming with. I'm fine." I wrapped the blanket around myself a little tighter, "Just give me a sec."

He left the room hesitantly and I closed the heavy wooden door behind him. I leaned on the door, resting my head against the dark wood and inhaled through my nose, my breath shook as I exhaled. The truth was, I felt extremely afraid at that moment. The fact that I almost died for no reason seemed the most troubling. The unknown question bounced off my brain forlornly, why?

I slipped my shirt back on and tried to focus on the task at hand, getting the key. As I pulled the door open, Will stood in the dark; his tall figure watched as I closed the door noiselessly. We both knew what the other one was thinking.

We padded silently down the stairs to enter Davy Jones's organ room. I whispered quietly in the darkness to the shadow ahead of me, "Thank you."

A/N: I know sorta short. That's cuz my mother is making me go to bed, but I would have gotten much more done if she hadn't of used the computer for so long today. The Departed is an awesome movie and everyone must watch it cuz it's great! Chinchillas r friends not furs! Soylent green is people! Made from real soy and lentils, in a variety of fun new flavors like Soylent red! Yellow! And new Green!

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