A/N: So I finally updated! Yay! This chapter isn't my favorite. I really didn't put any flashbacks or cool scenes in. It's just getting through some of the plot cuz I think I need to wrap this up soon. I have a cool flashback in mind for the next chapter and believe me; I do have a cool finale planned for the end, even if it may be a little sad. Well I'm sorry if u find this chapter to be a snooze fest, but I promise the next one will be better and Jack will finally be in it. Wow, seems like forever since I've seen him.

Chapter 12

We entered the darkened room, all was quiet and the air was slightly chilled, like the bottom of the sea. I quickly spotted Davy Jones slumped over at the organ, asleep. Thank the Lord.

My heart began to race as Will and I barely touched the ground as we made our way towards the Captain. I was reminded of the disastrous episode I had experienced earlier, sincerely, I had never been so freaked out in my life. External danger I had always felt the threat from. I was used to having weapons pointed at me, but this… My blood chilled as I thought, Was there something wrong with me? Am I………….dying? This was not something I could fix, and I knew of nobody else either.

But that one question remained in my mind, that one bit of doubt that maybe this would hinder my abilities. I had to brush this notion out of my mind though, this was nether the time, nor the place.

Will and I were now right next to the slumbering devil. I watched Jones' shut eyelids carefully, praying that they would remain closed. Will reached fro a nearby quill pen, and held it tightly in his hand, like a doctor with a scalpel.

His blue eyes looked directly into mine, signaling for us to proceed with the very precarious task. He then lifted up one tentacle with the quill and began to search Jones' very alive beard. I did the same, using a stave to keep the slithering appendages from covering up the key.

My heart began to beat faster and faster as we combated the beard. I felt a faint pain in my chest, but tried to ignore it. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Will's hand holding the quill begin to droop and the tentacle sliding off it.

"Will!" I whispered urgently, feeling the sharp pain grow.

William Turner saw it, but it was too late. The thick, fleshy tentacle slipped and slapped heavily onto one of the organ keys creating a booming and heart pounding noise. We both froze in panic, not even daring to breath. Holy shit! Don't wake up! Please don't wake up!

Davy Jones stirred, smacking his lips together. He's gonna wake up! Shit, this isn't gonna be good! Shit! Shit! Shit! Our eyes were wide with alarm. One…two…three…four…five.

He never woke up, I think it's safe. Will exhaled, relaxing a little, Davy Jones, for some unimaginable reason, had not awoken.

Working quickly like surgeons, we skillfully removed the final tentacles and at last, detached the cherished key. We then replaced that with the piece of parchment with the drawing of the key and got the hell out of there.

I couldn't help but smile with relief as we met Bootstrap Bill on the dark deck with a clear night's sky hanging far off above us. Bootstrap's worried look subsided as he spotted us.

"No problems?" He asked.

"No." I responded, only seeing the moonlight reflecting off his pale skin.

Will began to grow restless beside me, I could tell he was itching to get off this ship, but didn't want to leave his father behind. It was time for the goodbyes.

"You two best be leavin' this mournful place." Bootstrap spoke with regret in his shadowy features. I could not even imagine what it must have been like for him to have to spend an eternity on the Flying Dutchman.

"Thank you for all your help, Bootstrap." I nodded, feeling like we owed him an unpayable debt, "I don't think I can ever make this up to you."

"Just get to safe ground. Rummy, it was an honor meeting you." Bootstrap spoke with urgency, "Will," He paused, it must have been hard to see his son leave so soon. "Here take this." He handed will a knife, "Now get yourself at land, and stay there. It was always in my blood to die at sea. But it was not a fate I ever wanted for you."

"It's not a fate you had to choose for yourself, either." Will added lamentably.

"Ah. I could say I did what I had to, when I left you to go pirating, but it would taste a lie to say it wasn't what I wanted. You owe me nothing will. Not at all." His father finished, knowing the time for departure was growing near.

"They'll know you helped me." Will reminded him with guilt.

"Ha ha! What more can they do to me?" He scornfully laughed.

"I take this with a promise." Will clutched the knife in his fist, "I'll sever Jones' hold on you. And not rest until this blade pierces his heart. I will not abandon you. I promise."

And so we fled. Will and I began to row the long boat into the open sea. The current took us away from the dark shadow of the Flying Dutchman, the floating prison. Its forbidding hull and bare masts faded silently into the thinning night.

Quiet hung between us. We did not speak, it didn't seem right. Only the sounds of our rowing were heard. The slap of the oars onto the surface of the water and then the gliding of the life boat repeated over and over. Soon the sky began to grow pink with color, the sun was about to rise from the east and make its long journey across the sky. I couldn't help wondering what we would be doing as the sun rose above us on that day.

The sun was gradually lighting our scenery, so far, we had only seen vacant ocean surrounding us. I thought it would take some time to reach land. Davy Jones had sailed to the north and I knew not many islands sat up there. My hazel eyes scanned the clear blue water now, searching for any speck of land or the very unlikely chance of a passing ship.

A shiny reflection caught my eye, "Oye! What's that over there?" I pointed to where I had seen the flash of light.

"Where?" Will asked, turning around to look, we stopped rowing and floated there, the boat rocking over the waves.

"There! See where that cloud stops." I referenced.

"Rummy, I still don't see anything." He disbelievingly spoke.

I saw the flash again, "It's back there. I think the sun's reflecting off it."

Will squinted his eyes, "Wait… I can make out something!" He exclaimed, "Yes, there on the water!"

"Quick, row. It may be moving away from us!" I spoke with stimulation.

The small speck grew and soon we realized it was moving toward us, a ship was approaching. Speedily, the tall hull grew close and a sailor spotted us. The ship was about medium size, not as big as the Flying Dutchman or as tall as the Jade Chalice, but not as thin as the Black Pearl. Yellow pine covered her body and lean white sails adorned the masts. On the side in straight, professional black lettering read, "Edinburgh Trader". It appeared to be a merchant ship.

The crew watched from the deck with curiosity as we were hauled aboard and their eyes rested on our weary appearances. No doubt, they were very perplexed to find a ragged young man with a ripped shirt and whip marks on his back and a woman dressed in loose black pants, boots, a weathered old overcoat, and a white cotton shirt. All of which would have been more ordinary on a male's body, but in this case caught their eyes.

"Strange thing to come upon a long boat so far out in open waters." A man, I guessed was the captain questioned us with eyebrows raised. He seemed to be a decent fellow, an honest merchant not caught up in all the complexities of pirating or illegal transporting of goods. He was plain, brown eyes and light brown hair and about average height.

"Just put as many leagues behind us as you can." Will told him.

"And what are we running from?" The man asked with inquisitiveness.

But Will was distracted, his eyes drawn to a wedding dress draped over a chair.

"You have to excuse my friend," I spoke, not knowing what Will was doing, "We escaped a run in with pirates. Dreadful crew, Jack Sparrow was his name I do believe. Have you heard of him?" I spun a tale with my tongue.

"Why everyone's heard of Jack Sparrow, Captain of the Black Pearl." One sailor spoke up.

"That dress, where'd you get it?" Will looked up; he had momentarily been mesmerized from the light golden yellow wrinkled satin and lace of the dress. He had a longing in his eyes to know. Speaking of which, where had I seen that dress before?

"It was found aboard the ship. The crew thought it was a spirit bringing some omen of ill fate." The Captain replied.

"That's foolish." Will replied.

"Oh, yes. Precedingly foolish."

"It brought good fortune! The spirit told us… put in at Tortuga. And we made a nice bit of profit there." One crew member added.

"Off the books, of course." The Captain explained.

"I imagine… some of your crew might have jumped ship there." Will elaborated, still entranced by the dress. Damn it! Where have I seen that!

"Why do you ask?"

A man's voice then cut in, distracting us all from the conversation, "Captain, a ship's been spotted." A messenger announced to us. Uh-oh.

"Colors?" The Captain asked.

"She isn't flyin' any." Double uh-oh.

"Pirates!" The Captain rushed out, worry written on his face.

Will looked at me, "Or worse."

Everyone on board rushed to the deck, I could see the all too familiar Flying Dutchman fast approaching, carried by the swift brisk winds.

"I've doomed us all." I heard Will mutter to himself as he watched Davy Jones's ship promptly approach.

"Stop being so pessimistic." I told him as the crew behind us ran about madly preparing the cannons and dropping the sails, "I need your help."

He turned to me, "What? You have a plan?" There was hope in his eyes.

"Well let's just say half a plan for now!" I grabbed him and he followed me down into the hull of the ship, "Hurry! We don't have that much time! I don't know if I can save this ship, but if I get the right equipment, maybe I can kill that creature."

"What do you need?" Will asked over the shouts of the crew resonating downwards from the deck.

"A harpoon or a crossbow if you can find one. I doubt they'll have nitroglycerin down here."

We ran down into the storage quarters of the ship filled with dark wooden crates and thick iron chains swaying from the rafters from the ceiling. I whipped out my dagger and began to pry open the crates with it. Will imitated me, and we began to frantically search.

"Damn it!" I opened up one of the crates to find only sacks of flour. Another one was filled with cotton and still more only contained molasses.

"This isn't working!" I heard Will let out frustrated cry.

"Keep trying! There has to be some down here."

Will stopped and looked up, "Rummy," He spoke in an obvious why-didn't-you-notice-this-before tone, "Look behind you."

I turned around and saw a harpoon propped up against the wall, I felt stupid because I must have walked right past it.

"Oh." I grabbed the hickory shaft and we both ran up the stairs two at a time.

Thump, I was thrown against the wall as a quake reverberated off the ship. Our guest was here!

"Oh, Mother Cary's chickens! What happened?" A crew member cursed? I don't know. Maybe I should be worrying about more important things at the moment like the giant Kraken swimming underneath us.

"Must've hit a reef." Another replied stupidly.

"That's no damn reef mate!" I yelled, "Free the rudder! Hard to port, then hard to starboard!" I commanded, knowing what was going to happen next. Any moment, the Kraken's long, grey tentacles would erupt from the sea and flail down onto the deck.

"Kraken!" One of the sailors screeched. Yup, told you so.

The whip-like tangles of flesh sprouted in the distance, one jerked a man from side to side, screaming.

A brass bell was rung and sailors all around began to panic. "Not again!" I spoke to myself. I was still clutching the harpoon in my right hand. I strapped the weapon onto my back. This wouldn't work. My plan was not ready yet!

And then I felt myself relive that horrible day. That day that Toby had been dragged under. The experience had only happened a few days ago and now here it was once more. It was bad enough that it was in my dreams and now that damn monster was after me for a secound time! WTF! Pause...Rewind...Repeat...Repeat...Repeat.

Here we go again. The arms rose high above the ship, stretching up and up. They grew from the troubled water, blotting out the sun and preparing to rain down on us. When they had reached their climax, the tentacles cracked down upon us. They grew bigger and bigger, getting closer. Falling onto us. Screams surrounded me, I leaped for cover, but there was none. How could you hide from something this massive?

A huge explosion of cracking wood and the slapping of the arms hitting anything in their path ensued. I felt myself get flung across the deck and land heavily. I was barely aware of the sharp pain in my chest that felt like I had swallowed a nail.

Then my body hit the cold ocean water. I tried to suck in breath, but only the sea flowed into my mouth. My eyes opened wide as I choked on the salty liquid and all I could see was swirling blue around me. My arms thrust around me and I began to kick frantically, trying to find the surface.

This felt all too familiar. I could feel my lungs heave, water was gushing into them. It was just like last time. I was going to die. Jack wouldn't be here to save me. There were two choices presented to me: I could just give up and drown, or I could force myself to the surface.

I decided that I had suffered too much to just die this way. I made up my mind; I was going to finish the task I had set out to do. I would do it for Toby. I knew I couldn't rely on anyone else anymore. This had to be done by me. A huge force of adrenaline and strength fused throughout my body and I forced myself up towards air.

My head broke the surface and I sputtered out seawater. My eyes stung with salt as the natural instinct of treading water overcame me. As I coughed, the twinge of pain in my heart flared up and I tried to keep as still as possible. This was not good. I looked around confused. There was no more ship, only a square mile of debris thrown everywhere. The Kraken was gone.

"Will!" I shouted, the last time I had seen him was on the ship. Now I was floating in the middle of no where, with no idea how I was going to get out of this mess.

"Will!" I tried again, but was only greeted by the waves gently splashing against me. Growing tired, I swam to a piece of driftwood and pulled myself half way onto it. This took almost all my energy and when I reached it, I was out of breath and of course my damn heart seemed to be fluttering weakly in my chest. As I looked around, I could only see clear horizon around me.

But now I didn't care, I was too exhausted to care. I would worry about this whole mess after my nap. Yes, after my nap. When was the last time I had even gotten some sleep? Hmmm, perhaps it was two days ago. Whatever. My eyelids grew heavy as I lay sprawled against the slick wet wood.

I didn't care that I was extremely exposed out here, or that I should stay awake to keep myself from drowning and look out for ships or land. I'd figure that all out after my siesta…

A/N: Okay so I know the whole drowning things been done like a million times and I'm sorry. But I just needed to get through this part and then I promise the next ones gonna be better. Hey thanks for all the reviews from you guys Writing Fairy and 16aqua. As for the rest of you, you had your chance.

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