A/N: God-freakin-damishly-stupid-fricken-freakin-documents! It took me 6 freakin days to post this cuz it wouldn't upload! Jesus Christ! Total waste of hours of my time! Okay, so now that I've expressed my frustration, this chapter is weird. And for some of you, you may not understand it. I don't know if I made it clear enough, so it may help to look back to chapter 8 if you are confused about the end. I'll be happy to explain it to you if you still don't recognize it.

Chapter 14

Knock…knock…knock. I was aroused from sleep by someone tapping on the door. Groggily, I assumed that I had passed out on the small cot in the corner of the room. I staggered to my feet and answered the door.

Jack's face greeted me as he leaned in wobbly like only he could do and exclaimed, "Land ho! Off my ship lassie, we've got a heart to find!"

I rubbed my eyes, "Alright, just get you rancid rum breath outa my face."

Reaching for my harpoon and dagger I spoke, "Jack, you got any nitroglycerin on this ship?"

"Nitro-what?" He asked as he teetered from side to side as the ship rolled.

"You know, dynamite, how much rum have you consumed?" I questioned his off-ness.

"Oh! You mean the stuff that makes things go boom! Plenty of that lying 'round here, love."

"My God. And he's our captain." I heard someone mutter behind me.

As I turned around, I was greeted by a shabby, tall man that looked even worse than Jack did at that time. His cloths were filthy, even by sailor's standards. He was unshaven, hair in dark brown tangles, and wore a blue navy uniform that looked like what the commodores were dressing in these days.

Then I realized it, "Norrington?! What the hell happened to you?"

"You haven't heard the news yet?" He asked in a sneer, the only remnant left of his past life as commander of the British seas.

"Well I knew you were stripped of you rank, but working for Jack Sparrow? The very enemy that ruined you?" I almost burst out laughing from the irony. Norrington and I had become acquainted when I had started working for Beckett. The two had been best buddies then. Taking turns having each other over for tea parties and such, going to balls, and dancing around the sea with their fine ships and armies-OOHH, I HATE THEM ALL!

Anyways, now that Norrington was ruined, I found it my responsibility to rub his lace-curtained-pansy-ass-face in it. "You dropped faster than a guillotine on a pirate's neck." I informed him.

He glared at me, "Thank you for the comment I never asked for."

"Oi you two! Come down here an 'elp!" Jack yelled to us as he sat in a long boat, ready to row out to the sandy island. Elizabeth was with him, an impatient look on her face.

We all piled in, the small little boat's side had sunk dangerously into the sea, and I feared water would spill over the sides as Jack and Norrington rowed. In my hands was a pistol Jack had handed to me when I had asked him for supplies. It was a plain oak handle and the barrel was a bit rusted. I opened it up, and saw the gunpowder had somewhat clumped together. I sighed, just like Jack; give me a gun that doesn't even fire.

Well, I suppose I could put that to the test later. We reached the unmarred beach quickly and stepped onto the crystal like seashore. The sky was its characteristic deep, bright blue, and the jungle was a healthy green.

Jack plopped down on a sandy slope, and laid down, resting his hands on his arms.

"Jack, is this really the time?" Elizabeth questioned, looking at him with impatience.

He gave her an odd look, "What are we supposed to? I'm just waiting until Norrington digs up that chest. You're welcome to join me?" He raised his eyebrows seductively.

Elizabeth turned away with disgust. Norrington groaned and began to dig into the wet sand with a rusted iron shovel, "I suppose no one else is willing to help?"

Ignoring his persistent whining throughout his labor, I sat cross legged on the sand and pulled out my harpoon. The shaft was about as thick as a broom handle. I pulled out my knife, remembering the many days Toby had spent whittling on the beach, and dug the knife into the wood. I worked the metal blade into the side, slowly chipping out an incision. I hoped that this would work, my goal was to hollow out the inside of the handle enough so it could hold the deadly core.

A hard metal on metal clang echoed as Norrington dug. His shovel had hit something stiff, the rest of us surrounded him, curiously wondering if he had truly found Davy Jones's chest. Indeed, my hazel eyes spotted a small rusted container Jack pulled out of the hole and brushed sand off.

We peered at it, holding our breath as Jack opened it. Inside were a pearl necklace, documents, and another smaller chest. Elizabeth took the letter in her hands and broke the seal, reading it to herself. I could just barely hear a soft thudding noise, almost like a heart beat coming from the smaller chest.

"It's real!" Elizabeth exclaimed, hearing the same sound.

"You actually were telling the truth." Norrington commented astonished.

"I do that quite a lot. Yet people are often surprised." Jack replied dryly.

"With good reason!" A familiar voice was heard behind us and I could feel Elizabeth whip around suddenly.

Will was unexpectedly walking up the beach toward us. Huh? Where the hell did he come from? But I was relived; now I didn't have to worry about an ass whooping from Elizabeth because I compromised her fiancé's life. Thank the lord.

"Will! You're alright! Thank God! I came to find you!" Elizabeth shouted gleefully and they united in a passionate kiss.

"How did you get here?" Jack asked, confused.

"He flew, Jack." I replied sarcastically.

"Actually, sea turtles, mate. A pair of them, strapped to my feet." Will smiled.

"Not so easy is it?"

"But I do owe you thanks, Jack." Will spoke with an edge to the captain.

"You do?" Jack asked surprised.

"After you tricked me onto that ship to square you deal with Jones." Will explained accusingly.

"Ah yes, I remember that. Good times." I reminisced about our wonderful cruise with Jones.

"What?" Elizabeth spoke with indictment.

"What?" Jack combated with a stupid I-never-did-anything-of-the-sort voice.

"I was reunited with my father." Will added.

"Oh! Well… you're welcome, then."

Elizabeth came at Jack threateningly, "Everything you said to me… every word was a lie!"

"First of all, I'm having a difficult time understanding this... Why would you trust Jack?" I asked, feeling like I hadn't said anything in a while.

"Pretty much. Time and tide, love." Jack replied Jackishly.

Will stooped down with Davy Jones's key to open the chest.

"Oi! What are you doing?" Jack cried in a sudden outburst.

"I'm gonna kill Jones." He answered obviously.

Jack drew his sword, pointing the sharp blade at Will whom he had been talking peacefully with a moment ago.

"Can't let you do that, William. 'Cause if Jones is dead, who's to call his terrible beastie off the hunt, eh? Now if you please: The key." Jack explained.

"Wait a minute; we're all on the same team here. Can't we negotiate with Jones to get what we want?" I asked, trying to end the testosterone building in all the men, "I'll take care of the Kraken, Jack."

Will backed up slowly towards Elizabeth. As he did so, his hand shot down, drawing her sword to defend himself, "I keep the promise I make, Jack. I intend to free my father. I hope you're here to see it."

"Does anyone listen to me? Will, wake up here, you can free your father without killing Jones, just bargain." But no one was listening to me, why would they, each was working for only their own purpose. They were just too dense to see this argument could be ended easily.

"I can't let you do that either, so sorry." Norrington had his sword out too, face-palm.

"I knew you'd warm up to me eventually." Jack spoke to the previous commodore. (The new one's much better. Goes by the name of Alex.)

But Norrington's sword was also pointed at Jack.

"Lord Beckett desires the contents of that chest, I deliver it, I get my life back." He snidely explained.

"Ah. The dark side of ambition." Jack observed.

"Oh, I prefer to see it as the promise of redemption." Norrington remarked.

Action! The three-way duel ensued like a gun firing. The men jumped at each other like hungry dogs over a piece of meat, all bent on inflicting immense pain on the other.

"Stop it!" Elizabeth cried in protest of the three. She began to follow the fight along its uncharted course on the serene beach.

I sat back down on a small sand dune with thin wisps of grass sticking out of the fine white grains. Got to get back to my er, project. The carved slit in the harpoon still wasn't big enough. I just hoped that the aerodynamics of it would not be altered too much, if I enlarged it.

"Be careful!" I heard Elizabeth worry a ways down the sand bar, "Jack!"

"Guard the chest!" Will ordered to her as he dodged a blow from Norrington.

"No!" She replied, outraged.

I heard her approach me, probably expecting me to do something about it.

"Rummy, can't you stop them?" She pleaded.

I tilted my head up from my work just a moment to look at her with the sunlight shining at her back, "I could."

"What's stopping you then?" She questioned me with anger.

"Important pressing matters that I must attend to. What, they won't listen to you?"

"Fine! Be difficult!" She pivoted sharply and trudged away, groaning at my "lack of concern".

"This is barbaric! This is no way for grown men to settle- ! Oh! Fine! Let's just- pull out our swords and start banging away at each other! This will solve everything! I've had it! I've had enough! Wobbly- legged, rum soaked… pirates!!!" Elizabeth ranted, and then fumingly picked up rocks and began to futilely throw them at the three.

"Enough!" She yelled, but was still unheard.

I was almost done, just had to make the slot a half-inch wider.

And Elizabeth was still going at it; I was surprised by her vigor. I would have given up long ago, that is if I had actually started. But I still could use that chest, I realized. Maybe not to trade in to Becket for my freedom, I had sort of given up that task once Toby had…

But if Davy Jones ruled the sea, then he could control those that were claimed by it, right? There was still a slim chance, and maybe, just maybe I could get Toby back.

"Will! Enough!"

Strapping the harpoon to my back, I got up with a set determination, yes, I would head over there and receive possession of that key. Then Old Davy would have no choice.

"Oh! Oh…! The heat!" Elizabeth collapsed to the ground, her hand laying upon her forehead in a dramatic pose.

I drew my sword and walked up to the whirlwind of fighters, trying to determine who had the key, and when to jump in. It appeared that Will had the small, prized key in his fist. I was just about to make a quick slide into the dueling trio when I picked up a faint cry behind me.

I turned to see Elizabeth running after tweedle dee and tweedle dumb with the chest that I needed.

"God Damnit! Can't she guard the chest for one moment!"

My mind weighed the situation, hmm, key or chest. I decided the chest would come first. Who knows what those idiots would end up doing with it. So I sprinted down the beach off to where little Miss Swan had gotten herself into a rut.

My heart began to strain from the running, tightening painfully. I felt as if no oxygen were getting to my brain, I guess this was gonna happen every time.

I was a ways behind them, but soon managed to close the distance, ignoring the pinching pain, as I entered the green-leafed tropical forest of the island. Pintel and Ragetti were both holding a rung on either side of the chest and giggled as they ran. Elizabeth appeared in front of them, blocking their path. She attempted to reach for her sword, but alas, Will had taken it for his duel.

"Ello, Poppet." Pintel smiled devilishly as the two slowly advanced on her.

I was still pushing my sprint to the limit, but it looked like I was not going to get to poor Elizabeth in time.

Interrupting this, a large mill wheel crashed through the trees with Norrington, Jack, and Will fighting on top of it. It disappeared as quickly as it had come. That was very... odd. Part of me wished I would have gone with their party.

Anyways, back to the death of Elizabeth. Oh the suspense! Pintel and Ragetti were nearly about to thrust their swords into her when someone else's weapon was hurled at them.

Thump! A thrown axe had embedded itself into a coconut palm trunk right next to Miss. Swan's head. Oh my God! I turned around to find the entire contents of The Flying Dutchman charging towards us. I reached "our team" just in time for members of Jones's crew to hurl their weapons towards my head.

"Ugly manfish!" I spat as I whipped my sword across the face of a slimy clam like creature.

The other three began to do the same, but were one sword short. How the hell were four people supposed to stand up to a whole crew, with only three weapons?

They were all around us, well surrounding me mostly. Where ever I turned, there was another one bellowing as he charged at me. It's not like I was that good of a swordsman. Man, it was times like these that I wished for Toby.

"Sword!" Ragetti yelled for me to throw him my weapon. I did so, and he just barely parried a blow from a hammerheaded manfish.

I rolled to the ground on reflex as an axe barreled towards me, "Sword!" I yelled for some assistance. My pulse was racing as the glimmering metal flew through the air, and I just nearly reached it to thrust into a manfish's stomach. It made a sickening squish as black liquid poured out of the wound.

After a few minutes of nonstop fighting, I had to take a breather. My chest seemed to be shaking with every beat of my heart, but I was still surrounded by those damned demon pirates! With one last effort, I bolted out of the squirmish, shielding myself from blows. I just managed to brake out, but not without a blast of pain to my side. I fell to the ground, as my body seethed in pain.

The towering familiar figure of Bo'sun appeared above me with his sword poised above my chest. He belted out strong laughter as he looked down at my weakened state. "You're gonna wish you had stayed with the Dutchman, bitch!" He growled as his sword cut heavily through the air at me.

With my last strength, I pulled the pistol off of my bleeding side and jerked the trigger. The bullet hit him straight in the eye, stopping his swing. The monster stumbled backwards and fell heavily to the dirt. It was over as quickly as it had started.

With strained breathing, I pulled myself up to my unsteady feet, and hobbled to the cover of some bushes. There I lay, trying to gain control of my racing heart beat. I finally built up enough courage to look down to my bloodied right side where Bo'sun had slashed me. An inch thick gash had ripped into my skin, but luckily, not into any organs.

Still, enough blood was pouring out of the wound that I had to find someone before I passed out. I flinched from the unrelenting twang as I stood up, leaning on my sword for support. It seemed my vision was blurred in a dull haze as I tumbled through the undergrowth, light was blunted, sound numbed. Colors even seemed to fade, losing their archetypal brightness.

Just a loud ringing in my ears could be heard, like a bell being repeatitively rung over and over. I stumbled onto the open shoreline; there was our boat, up ahead. If I could just reach it. Who was that? Jack, he was bending over the boat with the chest. As he saw me, he walked briskly over, seeing that I was hurt. This was familiar, so familiar. The sunlight that once seemed bright and welcoming was now far and distant, my surroundings dead and blurred.

Once again, Tia Dalma's voice seemed to echo around me, "I know what you want, but you will soon find dat your meaning will change."

What was going on? What was happening?

"You knew! Oh my God, you knew!" I heard my voice now, whether I was saying it, or it was a memory, I couldn't tell.

Jack was speaking, but I couldn't hear, it seemed like I was trapped in my body, my bloody hands clasped the cold gun, it seemed to fit like the last piece of the puzzle. I watched my arm raise the gun, in a trance-like motion. It was pointed squarely at Jack Sparrow.

Blackness seemed to creep into my eyesight, giving me tunnel vision. Fury washed over me like a wave of nausea, he did this! He killed Toby. "Jack Sparrow! You killed him! You killed my best friend!" I yelled at the Captain.

He was saying something, but my ears were closed. My finger pulled down on the trigger and I heard a click and a bang as it went off.

Next thing I knew, I was on the ground, Will on top of me, wrestling to take the gun from my hands.

A/N: I really am not sure if I like this chapter. It seems way too foggy and unclear. Plus there are no flashbacks. Oh! But please review. For those of you that do not understand this word, it means to tell the writer what you think of their story and give constructive criticism. Which is most helpful! Otherwise I'm just running in the dark.