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This chapter is extra long, because I took so long in finding god darn wireless internet access in Italy, it's impossible! Impossible!!! So here is my extra long chapter! Enjoy, oh and thank you too:

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Last night I dreamt that I owned Jack Sparrow, wistful sigh, and then I woke up to a stinking hostel room, with people snoring…sigh….so I faced reality and I don't own POTC or any of the characters, though I would like to claim ownership of this story, if you don't mind!!

Chapter 4: Death and Revenge

Davy held Elizabeth Swann by her hair. She was screaming curses at him that would usually make even the most travel worn sailor blush and struggling against his hold. Growing tired of her thrashing Davy swung a tentacle/arm around her body and held her close instead of letting her cause damage with her legs and arms. Yet Elizabeth Swann wasn't having any of it. She kicked his shin and then his more delicate areas. Davy cursed and his grip on her slacked and Lizzie tried to escape but got a step away before Davy caught onto her again.

"Jack!" she screamed and hated herself for it after it, she could fight this herself, let Jack worry about his own problems. Yet before she could scream anything else a slimmy tentacle wrapped it's self around her mouth. Elizabeth gagged at the feel of it against her skin.

There was a clearing around her, as Davy's creatures kept any of Jacks crew from Elizabeth but still let them get a good look at the woman caught in his arms. Elizabeth had given up struggling for a moment, in a vain hope that Davy might relaz and slacken his hold. She was having no luck.

She also didn't know where her sons were. They had stolen Charlie out of her arms and taken him away, there were more than one of those creatures who were wishing they were dead about now from the damage Lizzie had caused to them before she had been subdued by three of them at once. Harry had run off when they had come for her and she hoped that he had gotten away and was hiding in any one of the hiding holes on the ship. It was impossible to find him when he hid. Lizzie prayed that he was safe, and as for John she had no idea for he had gone back into the Cabin to his dad when Lizzie had been ambushed.

Davy was holding Lizzie so that she could watch the battle wage in front and around her. Watch her friends die trying to protect her. Fill her with sorrow and fear and hatred. Jack was coming towards them, fighting his way through the crowd to rescue his beloved Lizzie. Davy smiled, everything was going to plan, he must admit that he thought that Jack would abandon ship when the Dutchman appeared out of the mist. He must be stupider than he thought, which was fine by Davy, he just wanted to watch Jack suffer. And suffer he will.

Will was still on the Dutchman waiting for the battle to cease, which it would any time soon. When it did and his crew held captive the survivors and everyone else was dead, then Will was going to take Lizzie from Jack forever, and take their children too, but leave Jack alive so he would have to live every day in that suffering. Davy almost started to chuckle to himself at the thought.

Ilovejack,ilovejack,ilovejack

Just as Jack finally broke through the fighting, the fighting ended. Davy's crew held or killed the crew and now there was a deadly silence and a strange calm in the storm. Jack ignored the feeling of dread and fear as he saw Davy Jones holding his love. She was silent, a slimy tentacle stuck across her mouth. Anger seared through Jack at the thought of that horrible creature with his claws anywhere near Lizzie let alone holding her. Seeing the tentacle seethe over her face Jack felt uncontrollable.

"Let her go, you growth on the arse of a babbon! " Jack shouted at him. Davy hadn't seen Jack yet and his eyes turned to Jack. Jack felt that gaze seer through him and felt slightly nervous. Davy smiled at Jack and that motion made the blood run out of Jacks toes, it turned what was rest to ice. As shivers ran down Jacks back he advanced on to Davy gun aimed, cocked and ready. Jack watched as Lizzie started to struggle again, and anger raged in him again. He could hear Lizzies muffled screams through the slimy tentacle that covered her mouth. Ignoring them Jack pointed the gun straight at Davy, and didn't care that Davy seemed unconcerned. The world was silent, except for the pounding in Jacks ear as he stared at Lizzie and only wanted her in his arms again.

The fighting had stopped around him, and now Davys creatures were standing in a circle around them. Jack noticed this but didn't pay attention to the fact. He didn't care he was totally focused on Davy and Lizzie. Seeing her struggle was making Jack angry beyond words. He would fix this, make it all better, take her away from it all and live happily ever after. The fear in Lizzies eyes was un bearable to witness.

"So Jack, how does it feel to see her in the arms of another man?" a voice said behind him. Jack had not heard a sound before this and refused to turn and face the speaker, and though he had not heard that voice in years Jack would recognise it anywhere.

"I wouldn't know, mate, she aint in the arms of another man." Jack replied, keeping his keen eyes on Davy and Lizzie the whole time, and feeling a trap close around him. Yet even though he knew there was a trap hidden around any corner he couldn't tell where, and it was the first time that Jack felt truly trapped, felt his freedom slipping away, and didn't care as long as Lizzie was alright.

"You could never really protect her, " Will continued, Jack couldn't see him still, but the hairs on the back of his neck told him that the eunuch was near. Will was trying to bait Jack, and though the words hit home Jack refused to raise to it.

He kept his eyes on Lizzie and Davy.

Jack searched Davys face, desperate to find clues there, a hint. anything. But it was like a stone mask, and Lizzie was struggling more feverently now, making Jack concerened as to what else Davy was doing to her that he couldn't see.

"She was never really right for you, she didn't belong here," the Eunuch continued. Jack still didn't answer.

He kept his eyes on Lizzie.

His mind worked rapidly, trying to see the patterns that were always so clear for him usually but he couldn't see anything. This worried him greatly, the fear was growing in lizzies eyes and it was making him desperate.

"She belonged to me Jack, she was mine, and you stole her for yourself. And now look at her Jack….just look." Will was in Jacks vision now. He had grown, filled out but the sight of him made Jack sick. This was not good.

"Give her too me now!" Jack said finally. He wanted this all over. He wanted Lizzie back in his arms, he wanted his boys safely asleep in their beds….where were they? Feaer gripped his gut once again. If these slime balls had hurt them in any way shape or form they were going to suffer greatly for it, pain, lots of pain!

Davy smiled at him again, Will was silent just standing there looking triumphant. Concededed pig. Jack had half the mind to shoot him, and wondered why he was hesitating at all.

Another muffled scream from Lizzie turned Jacks thoughts back onto her. Ahhh…that's why he didn't shoot the stupid eunuch, because Lizzie was still in danger. She was struglling again and pain filled her eyes, Jack's blood boiled and yet he still stood there and did nothing. He was trapped and he wasn't moving.

Ilovejack,ilovejack,ilovejack

Lizzie was struggling to breathe. Davys tentacle covered up most of her mouth and part of her nostrils. Ever breathe was a fight against the suckers to draw air in. Jack was standing in front of her, looking magnificent as always. Confidence shining around him like a shield. Lizzie felt her heart lift as she saw him. He always got his way out of these situations and Lizzie loved watching him do it.

But something was wrong. He had his gun aimed at Davy but he wasn't doing anything, he was just standing there looking at her, confusion and in-decision plaguing his features. Something was wrong, those emotions never graced his delicate features before, it was foreign to him and Lizzie became increasingly worried.

Davy shifted his tentacle slightly so it covered most of her nostrils now. Lizzie tried to draw a breathe and couldn't. She wasn't worried just yet. She tried to breathe again, and nothing came in, she ended up inhaling tentacle slime. Her lungs started to struggle, panic was rising and Lizzie fought to keep herself undercontrol. Trying to inhale again, and having no useful effects, had Lizzies heart beating faster again. Her mind became clouded and she started to fight against the tentacle across her mouth.

Trying to twist her way out of his hold seemed to make things worse, fighting used up more energy. Davy had a tight hold on her arms but she could try and move her mouth but the tentacle was firmly suctioned on. She decided she'd try and scream, make Jack do something. For through increasingly foggy eyes Lizzie watched Jack do nothing.

Just as Lizzie was about to pass out, and blackness engulfed her the tentacle moved again and she was able to draw a big breathe. Her wits came back to her like malases in winter. As her vision cleared of all spots she saw the crowd behind Jack part. She strained to see who it was that they were making way for. A feeling of dread came over her when his face came into view Lizzie tried to warn Jack but all that came out was muffled screams and she swallowed tentacle scum for her efforts. Davy seemed to be enjoying torturing her, and she wondered what he was doing that was making Jack so in-decisive.

Will came up behind Jack, and started to taunt him. Lizzie knew how what he said must be stingy Jack, because he was so protective of Lizzie. She wanted to comfort him, to tell him none of it was true, that she loved him with every particle in her, she was never meant for Will and she belonged in Jacks arms for the rest of her life.

Which could be very short, a voice in her head told her. Very short time indeed. Will was looking at her now. How he had changed, there was nothing left of the dear, sweet, boy next door. He was hard and rough, and there was something about him that sent shivers down her spine. And not the good kind. The look in his eyes froze the blood in her veins and Lizzie knew something bad was going to happen, something very bad. Lizzie remembered her boys then and fear came again, what had Will done with them? She would not put anything past him any more, and the man who stood in front of her now was not the man who she had once been engaged to…like she was now engaged to Jack. Saddness came at the thought that she would die before she ever got to marry Jack, but it was fleeting.

Ilovejack,ilovejack,ilovejack

Something changed then, Jack couldn't understand what it was, but he suddenly felt like the pattern had shifted. He kept his eye on Lizzie, but tried to see what was going on around him, he was usually so good at getting himself out of these situations. Lizzie was looking at him pleadingly now. Davy nodded his head to one of the crew members, and Jack watched as two men disappeared. He would usually have followed there progress but he did not want to let Lizzie out of his sight. It was almost like he was soaking in as much of her as he could, like this was the last time he'd see her.

Time seemed to move slowly, but the two men who had disappeared came back now.

With Jacks sons in struggling tow. The blood ran from Jacks face, and he knew that Lizzie couldn't see them yet because they were bought up behind Davy. Davy smiled again at the look on Jacks face.

His boys had been gagged and their hands were bound. Johnny was struggling against the man who held him by the scruff of the neck and was pushing him forewards. That boy had always been stubborn and disobedient and Jack could have felt pity for the men, except that they were holding his family hostage. Johnny was a bundle of troubles for his parents and rarely listened to any body else, he was so much like his father. Jack noticed that the men were bleeding in places and pride surged in him for his boys. No doubt Johnny had caused the damage trying to protect his younger brothers. Charlie was behind Johnny being carried by the other man. He was crying and was bleeding on the face. The sight of the injury on his son made rage flare up in Jack again.

No one. Absoultely No one laid a hand on his boys. Never. Jack noticed that Harry was not with them though, and this gave him hope. That boy was very resourceful when forced to be, and when he was hiding it was impossible to find him until he wanted to be found.

Davy smiled in triumphant and Will did like wise. Will had been watching Jack the whole time but left him and walked over to the boys. Lizzie still didn't know what was going on Jack gave her a look and saw her calculate what was going on.

Will went over to the boys. He knelt in front of Johnny.

"You must be Johnny?" he asked in an overly sweet voice. Johnny said nothing but glared at the man. "I heard your birth was difficult. Almost killed your mother."

Jack was startled by that remark. How could the eunuch of know about Johnny's birth? But those questions left Jack quickly, he was too mad at Will being near his boys. He was going to turn the man inside out and re-arrange him if he did anything to them.

"That wasn't very nice of you was it?" Will continued. Johnny tried to snarl something in return but the gag in his mouth meant that it came out incoherently. Will smiled at the boys efforts. He stood and scruffed the boys dark wavy hair. Johnny shook his hand off and tried to kick him. Will just laughed and moved on to Charlie.

Jack had had enough of this.

"Stand away from the boys eunuch or I'll decorate me ship with your inards!" Jack growled. Will turned away from the boys and smiled at Jack.

"You have three don't you Jack?" he asked walking back towards Jack "Wheres the third?"

"As if I'd tell you!" he retorted. Will said nothing but turned back towards the boys. He grabbed Johnny roughly from the hands of his captive and threw him onto the ground in front of Jack. Johnny struggled to his feet and ran towards his father. Jack ran foreward to collect him but Will grabbed him before Jack took two steps. Johnny fought against Will and Jack wasn't going to stand for this. He advanced on Will rage flaring in him, he was going to kill the man painfully.

Jack had only taken a few steps towards Will when two things happened.

Will drew a knife and held it to Johnnys throat and Davy did the same to Lizzie.

Jack stopped dead in his tracks, and didn't dare to move another muscle.

"Now Jackie boy? What are you going to do?" Davy teased,

P.S BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAA….. I know I'm mean, but if you think this is bad wait for the next chapter!!!