Sorry for the long wait, but being a 13-year-old in Year 9 (SATs year) it's quite hard to juggle stuff! Also, my poor cousin's been ill so I've had a lot on my mind recently.

Also, I actually had to re-write this chapter because I realised I'd forgotten about the fate of the chest, silly me! But, I worked it out, and everything's fine, so enjoy!

Started With A Kiss

Chapter 27 – Do Ye Fear Death?

Elizabeth covered her mouth with her hand, as she reached out and touched Jack's cheek with her other hand, almost as if to see if he was real.

"It's really me, love," he smiled.

Elizabeth was still in severe shock as she lowered her hands from her mouth and his face. "How can it be you? I thought you were...I watched you, felt you, die in my arms..."

This time it was Jack who touched her cheek. "Tia Dalma brought me back, the same way as Barbossa."

Elizabeth threw herself back into his arms, and he hugged her tightly, stroking her golden hair as she started crying with joy.

"It's alright," he cooed. "Now, come on."

She looked up at him, and kissed him lovingly.

"We have a fight to win," he smiled. She nodded determinedly.

"Be careful," they both told each other at exactly the same time before they both turned and headed separate ways.

Jack ran for the wheel, while Elizabeth hurried the other way to retrieve her sword, immediately slamming it into the back of an unsuspecting East India Trading Company man. He choked loudly and fell to the floor pitifully.

She ran off again and launched herself into combat with every man who tried to harm her.

Meanwhile, Jack was making no attempt to explain his sudden appearance to any of the crew members who asked him. Instead, he just shouted orders at them, and steered the ship to get the best advantage possible.

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Tia Dalma emerged from Jack's now empty cabin, wiping tears from her eyes as she saw Jack shouting fiercely while up at the wheel. She attempted a smile at the thought that she'd done the right thing, but it was no use, she couldn't do it.

She looked around spotted Barbossa knocking an enemy to the floor. She ran upto him, and tapped him on the shoulder. He turned around, prepared to murder whatever savage he was expecting, but was put off the thought when Tia Dalma pressed her lips to his own.

He dropped his sword and immediately responded. When they finally parted, Barbossa smiled as he muttered, "Finally."

Tia Dalma smiled too, and pointed to Barbossa's discarded sword on the floor. "Go."

He nodded, and set off, a new fierceness bubbling inside him like never before; a new determinedness that would be difficult to replace.

Tia Dalma closed her eyes and a different view swam before them. A knife of some sort, piercing a heart, undoubtedly that of Davy Jones. It was a masculine hand on the handle but for now she couldn't see whose it was.

And as she opened her eyes, she realised at once what they'd done wrong, what they'd overlooked. In all the commotion over both Jack and Will's deaths on Isla Cruces, they had left behind the chest containing the heart of Davy Jones, and nobody apart from herself had realised.

Her panicked eyes quickly searched the chaotic deck until they rested upon the Captain at the wheel.

"Jack!" she screamed, trying desperately to attract his attention amidst the firing of cannons and gunshots. But it was no use; one woman's voice could not be heard over noise like this.

Instead, she decided to risk it, and she ran as quickly as she could up the stairs and to Jack's side.

"Jack..." she gasped out. He turned to face her.

"What is it? I'm a little busy at the minute," he said loudly, spinning the wheel dramatically.

"Listen, we've made a little mistake," she said anxiously, causing his eyes to narrow.

"How little is said mistake?" he asked, a hint of fear in his voice. "It's got nothing to do with you bringing me back, has it?"

She shook her head desperately. "No, but it is a grave mistake nonetheless."

"Why? What have we done?" Jack urged her.

"We have no leverage," she said outright. "With everyone fussing over yours and Will's deaths on the island, we forgot why we went there in the first place, and the chest remains there, the heart still beating inside it."

His eyes went from narrowed to widened very fast.

"I may not be the brightest pirate to sail the seas," he said truthfully, "but I know that that can't be good."

Tia Dalma shook her head and waited while he thought.

"What can we do?" he thought out loud. Tia Dalma shrugged.

He frantically glanced over to the Flying Dutchman and gasped. There was Davy Jones, standing there, a wicked smile upon his slimy face and the chest containing his own heart in his gruesome hands.

"He's got it," Jack whispered frightfully. Tia Dalma moved closer to have a look.

"How did he get it?" she spat. Jack could only shrug, shock removing the words from his tongue.

Glancing around more on Davy's ship, she saw something even more formidable. She wordlessly tapped Jack's shoulder.

"What now?" he asked, rather agitated that the enemy was somewhat one step ahead.

"They've got Will, and he's alive," Tia Dalma whispered, making Jack's eyes grow even wider.

Make that two steps ahead.

Davy Jones' smile grew even more cruel and twisted, as he spoke with a voice that rang out even over the distance, "He feared death."

"They must have reached the island, retrieved the chest and picked up a little visitor while they were there," Jack said, the jigsaw finally falling into place.

Davy Jones' loud voice echoing across the sea had attracted the attention of many of the Black Pearl's fighters, including Elizabeth, who felt a sinking sensation in her stomach as she saw Will Turner standing on board the Flying Dutchman.

"No..." she said desperately. Her eyes caught those of Jack, who gave her a helpless look.

He turned to Tia Dalma. "We need that chest. Now."

She nodded and called out to their crew, "Who's not afraid to die?!"

The non-fighting crew members all exchanged looks. Was the woman mad? They weren't going to volunteer!

Norrington surprised everyone when he leapt out from the shadows and yelled, "Me!"

"Of all the people," Tia Dalma smiled. She turned and saw Jack with a wide open mouth, which slowly faded into a smile.

Norrington hurried up to Tia Dalma, asking, "What shall I do?"

"Davy Jones has the chest, and more so, he's got Will as well," she told him gravely. He didn't look confused, he just looked fierce. "We need that chest. Make sure we get it."

Norrington nodded, and raced for a rope to swing himself over to the other ship. As soon as he found one, he closed his eyes, wrapped his hands around the rope before him, and felt the air rush past him as he flew through the distance, and landed once more on the solid ground of the deck of Davy Jones' ship.

He opened his eyes and saw none other than Davy Jones standing before him.

"Do ye fear death, James Norrington?" he smirked.

I've grown to like Norrington, actually, but I'm undecided as to his fate so far.

Review please!

QueenSerenity818 out.