AUTHORS NOTE IMPORTANT:

Oh thank you so much to all who reviewed! I'm so flattered! I'm glad that you liked it and I hope I'll keep it up! I just can't get over how nice you guys all are, made me feel all warm and fuzzy, I apologise for the delay in updating, I am overseas and getting to a computer is difficult but I'm trying, so forgive the delay, I have not abandoned you especially after you were so kind! Thanks again all!

DISCLAIMER:

Looking out over the sea, I think of my dearest Jack…and scream bloody murder for those who won't let me have him!!! (Just Joking, I would not in any way wish harm on those who created my love….) so I in no way own the characters that Disney so kindly in their great wisdom created…now if they could come up with a way of making the character real………

Chapter 2: The Peace Disturbed.

Will stormed into Davy's cabin expecting opposition. He was in the mood to fight, he wanted blood, and who's better as an appetiser than the man, creature, thing that made him wait too long? Yet as he stormed in there he found Davy sitting in a high back chair.

Smiling.

The mere thought of Davy making such a positive face stopped Will dead in his tracks. His murderous lust for blood of any and all kind was put on halt and he felt a growing need to retreat from the cabin. An evil man smiling is never a good sign. Davy sat there, and looked at Will with a rather serene yet victorious look in his eyes, and smiled. Will was un-nerved and growing more fretful and nervous as the minutes passed and Davy just sat there.

And looked.

And smiled.

Finally Will regained what spine he had left and cleared his throat. He felt like he did when he first requested to become a member of Davy's crew all those long years ago. Naive, innocent and really scared with just a small flower of hatred in his heart. Davy had fed that flower, made it grow and flourish and produce other seeds of hatred, and anger and revenge. Will felt helpless and weak, and that made him angry again.

"I want her blood" Will finally spat out venomously. The very thought of her tasted foul on his palate. He wanted to be cleansed of her in every way, to clear her from his thoughts and memories. What he wanted even more than that was to watch Jack suffer and die a little bit every die just like Will did. That thought was sweet and made him smile a smile that was the very reflection of the one on Davy's face. Not a smile of kindness or happiness. More like a smile of one who smells victory on the wind. Davy looked at Will again but the smile was gone from his face now, making Will just a little bit more comfortable.

"What about Captain Jack Sparrow?" Davy spat out the last words.

Hatred twisted inside Will. "I want to him to suffer the same pain as I have!" he snarled. The smile returned to Davy's face, the smile of the hunter scenting the kill. It scared Will but it left his mind quickly.

"What pain might that be?" Davy asked slyly. Will knew he knew the answer and was annoyed at playing this stupid game.

"He took her from me. So I'm going to take her from him." Will smiled as an idea formed quickly, drew his self up with satisfaction. "And I know how to do it!" he announced triumphantly. Davy leaned forward over the table, his tentacles spilling out over the wooden surface and writhing there like fish caught in a net. Will would of felt queasy looking at them but his mind was busy formulating his plan, figuring out ever detail.

Davy Jones watched him eagerly. His own vengence would be satisfied soon and he wouldn't have to lift a finger. Will had turned out to be a better vessel than he had suspected. It had been almost 20 years since Jack had promised his soul, and so far Jack had managed to evade that debt, but jack as always, bought his own doom and now he would suffer more than anything Davy could ever of done to him. He had been grooming Will, breeding hatred in him, forcing him to wait, feeding his hope that he would get his precious Elizabeth back even though it would never happen. For six years Davy had waited, and now he would be satisfied. It was turning out all so perfectly, Davy would get his tortured soul. He smelt victory and was eager to taste it.

Ilovejack,ilovejack,ilovejack

It was night time, and the ocean was still and calm yet again. Jack wandered on deck, running his hand like a caress along the railing, enjoying the feel of the beautiful wood underneath his fingertips. Smooth and dark and mysterious, and once had been his only love, fighting tooth and nail to keep it, yet it had been stolen from him countless times. Strange that once it stopped being his only love it had not been taken from him. Infact for the past six years Jack had been left in peace to pilledge and plunder at will without having to fight for his life every step of the way. Jack stopped and looked out over the silver moonlit sea, and watched the tiny ripples of waves distraught the image of the moon.

In a week Jack was going to marry lizzie, finally as many of the crew had said, and surprisingly he felt now anx or nervousness, he was calm and ready. His whole life the idea of marriage had frozen the blood in his veins. No institution was worse for giving up ones freedom. And that's what Jack wanted most. Freedom.

He had surprised himself when he found that being with Lizzie was a freedom in it's self. She let him be and do what ever he wanted, placed no restriction on him and even went along most of the time. Even being a father had not put chains on him. Looking out at the glistening sea Jack smiled. This was his life, and he was happier now than he ever was. And richer. Being a mother had not stopped Lizzie protecting him, she was a constent companion on any one of his crazy voages on the quest for more money. Since Lizzie made her way into his life Jack found his hulls bursting with treasure and goods. She truly was the best thing in his life.

And rum. As much as that surprised him. Yet even up to this day Jack kept a secret hoarde of his favorite liquid, hidden safe from Lizzie and her obession with destroying it in every imaginable way. Jack snorted to himself at the thought, but smiled any way. Seven years ago, had someone told him he'd be a father and getting married of his own free will he would of stolen that mans drink because he'd clearly been drinking too much.

As jack looked out over the sea a feeling of forboding, one that had not haunted him in many years came over him. He hadn't felt this warning in years, it was his instincts warning of danger. Jack scanned the horizon and found nothing, so he pushed the feeling aside and figured it must just be his thoughts of his past. Yet it would not leave him alone, Jack could feel the adrenaline start to pump around his body. The hair on his arms and the back of his neck raised and a shiver ran down his as he realised when he had last felt like this.

It felt like the Kraken was after him yet again.

Not caring to stick around to find out weather his instincts were real or not Jack ran down into the cabin crew.

"All Hands on deck!" he yelled frantically "Get moving you scallywags!" he ran down the lengths of hamoucks "Come on! I want movement!" he yelled. Men were flinging themselves out of their hammock startled by Jacks commands, but shoved themselves into clothes and rushed onto deck, Jack running after them. Elizabeth stood in the door way of his cabin in her long white night gown, a frown creasing her delicate brow, her golden hair spilling down the back and over her shoulders. Jack looked at her and enjoyed the sight but his instincts flared up again and he rushed towards her.

"Jack" she asked worriedly "Whats going on?"

"It's bad love, we have to move!" He kissed her hurriedly on the cheek and moved passed her.

He grabbed his hat and sword and went back to the door where Lizzie was blocking the way. Little John was behind her now clutching onto her night gown, peering around her legs, large black eyes looking at Jack. Harry was hanging onto his older brothers shirt hugging a rag bear close to him and sucking on his thumb, looking up at him like only a young child could. Charlie was too young to get out of his crib so Jack assumed he was in the boys room crying. Jack only felt his worry increase, it wasn't just his life on the line this time but his whole family. He had to move quickly. But Lizzie obviously wasn't going to move, and she had the support of their kids who looked up at their father with his own eyes filled with trust like they did when a monster was under their bed. They trusted him to keep them safe, to fight off the monsters. Well he was going to do it for real this time.

"What is going on Jack? I haven't seen you like this since…." She paused, Jack watched as realisation dawned on her face. "The Kraken?" she breathed, fear filling her eyes. Jack gave his smile in a hope of re-assuring her.

"Might be love, don't know really but I'd like to get to land" Lizzie was mute and moved aside to let him pass. As he walked past Harry let go of his brother and held up his arms for his father. Out of all the boys Harry was really a daddy's boy, Jack smiled at him, trying to look re-assuring as he picked up the boy who promptly stuck his thumb back in his mouth. Harry was four years old, just a year younger than John. Charlie was only two, but Jack couldn't imagine life without any of them any more. John was already a little pirate, helping his dad steer the Pearl, he always had a huge smile on his face when the wheel was in his hands. Harry just followed his dad around and Charlie tried too keep up with all of them. Jack smiled and kissed Harry on the forehead and handed him to Lizzie, this was not the time for Harry to be on deck with his father it was too dangerous. Lizzie just looked worried.

"It'll be alright love" he smiled " You forget one very important thing! I'm Captain Jack Sparrow!" he joked trying to make her smile. It worked and he kissed her and then hurried up to the wheel. His crew were working hard and they were already on the move. Jack relieved Mr. Gibbs of his duty. Flicking out his compass he waited for it to settle before steering the Pearl to where it pointed.

So much for being left alone.

Ilovejack,ilovejack,ilovejack

Elizabeth took Harry from his father. Harry buried his face in her hair, and John looked up at her still clutching onto her night gown. She smiled down at him and offered him her hand, he took it and she led him into her room. Laying the two boys down in her bed she went and fetched Charlie the youngest and the only out of all three that looked even slightly like her. Where his brothers had their fathers eyes, hair and face Charlie was fair haired, had her eyes but still his fathers face. He was crying in his crib and stopped when his mother entered the room. Holding his arms up to her she picked him up and carried him to the bed room where she lay him next to his brothers. They all feel straight back to sleep and Lizzie gazed down at their peaceful sleeping faces. Looking at them made fear rise in her throat. If the Kraken was after them they were all in grave danger.

Deciding that standing around thinking was as useless as tits on a bull Lizzie went to her trunk and pulled on a shirt and some pants, with her now well worn boots over the top of the pants. Feeling more usefull she glanced back at her boys and then left the cabin to join Jack on board.

They were in for a rough ride.

P.S mwhahahahahahaaaa! Oh come on! I am the queen of angst, you should of know better than to expect happily ever after from me!!! Heheheheheheeeee. It won't be all bad I promise….after a while…it'll be like fever, gets worse before it gets better! But I hope you like it. Keep reviewing, all opions welcome!