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Chapter 3

Summoning a suspected mythical boat captained by the damned was harder than Jack had previously anticipated. He tried yelling and calling, but nothing worked.

His reason for trying to summon Davy Jones was simple: he wanted to be a captain again. But trying to be a captain without a ship was not easy; Jack was yearning for the feeling of the ocean breeze on his face, and the salt on his tongue whenever he breathed in. Port Nassau might have been in the Bahamas, in the ocean, but Jack wanted the feeling of a wooden deck beneath his feet again.

Stomping around on the beach, Jack felt out of place. His dark hair was tied up and covered with a bandanna to prevent suspicion, and he wore all of his normal bracelets and charms under his sleeves. Zoe had insisted on taking the beads out of his beard also, and concealing his tattoos.

'Normal people here don't have tattoos. They're seen as improper to some, so just… keep it covered.'

Her soft voice echoed in his mind, and Jack paused for a moment. This girl had taken him in and trusted him to be a decent person and stay with her. Three days previous to Jack's search for the Flying Dutchman, he had told Zoe about his life, and about his father and where he came from before he became a stowaway, and eventually the pirate that he turned out to be in the present. She had been fascinated, and Jack was amazed when she told him that the only time she had ever been on a boat was on the voyage to Port Nassau from Italy. For him, he had been at sea more than on land, so they were on opposite sides. As he'd told her though, opposites attract. They were friends, though Jack felt that Zoe was scared to become friends with him after learning of his past. She assured him he wasn't, but Jack was fairly good at reading people- especially those who showed their emotions so plainly. But Zoe was different than others. She did show her emotions, and she trusted. Jack liked that. There wasn't a lot of people like that anymore, and he needed someone to trust.

But was Captain Jack Sparrow trustworthy himself? He was standing on a beach, trying to summon Davy Jones to make a deal to get his ship back. It wasn't untrustworthy though- Jack wasn't telling secrets or betraying anyone, he was simply trying to make a deal, though it wasn't exactly playing out in his favor.

Sun beating down on his face, Jack sat in the sat, leaning back onto his hands. The East India Trading Company's brand had been covered and wrapped, and had slowly become less gory looking as it was healing. He had been with Zoe for about a week, and he was gradually getting his strength back. She was often out delivering the last of the clothing articles from their house, letting him accompany her once or twice to deliver them, claiming he was a relative in to visit her mother's grave.

"You're going to get burned sitting out like this."

Zoe's voice echoed from behind Jack, and he turned his head to look at her. "I don't burn."

"I should've known." She said. Suddenly, a large cloth was laid down next to him, and Zoe settled herself on top on it. "You've been in the sun most of your life."

"Never had a day without it." Jack replied. Zoe nodded.

"So what are you doing out here anyway? No one usually comes around to this beach anymore." Zoe looked around at the deserted white sand around them, gazing out over the crystal blue ocean.

Jack shifted. He couldn't tell her he was searching for Davy Jones. "Went for a walk before you got up this morning and got distracted."

"I see. I've delivered the last of mother's work and I'm just waiting for payment for all of the items." Zoe explained.

"Good. That way you can leave when I'm ready." Jack told her.

"What?"

"Our deal." He reiterated, looking at Zoe and giving a crooked smile. Her blonde hair was loose, out of a braid, and a simple blue cotton dress covered her down to her ankles.

"I never accepted your offer, Mr. Sparrow." She said playfully, eyes looking out over the ocean.

"Come on, luv. I can see it in your eyes. You want the adventure, the ocean." Jack said. He spun so he was facing her. "What do you have here?"

Zoe was stunned for a moment, and bit her lip, looking back to the pirate in front of her. "I have things. This is where I've became a women, and where my mother… where she taught me everything I know." She trailed off, not having anything else.

"So bring that with you. Everything you know, bring it. We can sail the seas, luv. Pick up a crew along the way." Jack smiled. He wanted her to come. He loved showing the sea to people, and the concept of having a friend aboard instead of just a crew was thrilling to him.

"Just pick up and leave? Just like that?" Zoe paused. "Where's your ship, Jack? We can't sail away without a ship."

"Fair enough. I'm working on the ship right now. Well not actually working on it, but working on getting it. I'm in the market." Jack smiled, a Zoe couldn't help but laugh at her new friend.

"I see. You know, I'm not gonna ask. I'll let you figure that one out." Zoe said. She glanced at the bandaged wrist that he held close to his chest. "How's your wrist?"

Jack rubbed a hand over his beard. "Peachy."

Zoe knew he wasn't being mean. Jack had always been fairly defensive about the brand, as if he was embarrassed. Zoe never prodded, just let him be and accepted that he didn't want to talk about it. Nodding, she caught his chocolate brown eyes briefly.

"Good." Zoe commented, giving Jack a bright smile, standing from the cloth she had laid out, and slipping off her leather shoes. She dug her toes into the sand, enjoying the warmth on her feet.

"A bit revealing for you, isn't it?" Jack teased, motioning to to her bare ankles and feet. Zoe slapped his shoulder playfully.

"Maybe. I'm feeling a bit risque today." She giggled, twirling around in the sand. Jack smiled crookedly, standing beside her. He walked forward so the tide lapped at his bare feet, Zoe behind him. Jack's eyes searched over the crystal clear water, and he turned back to Zoe.

"Have you ever dove?" He asked curiously. When he had been younger, Teague used to let him dive and explore the coral reefs that were near the ship when they were anchored or docked.

"Dive? Me? No, no. I was always taught to avoid the ocean- they always warned us of the currents and the tides, and-" Jack waved his hands, causing her to stop.

"No. Don't be afraid of the ocean. It's not dangerous by the shore here." He assured her. Zoe looked a bit apprehensive, before nodding and following him further into the clear, blue water.

You'll never escape, Jack.

Jack's eyes snapped open, his breathing ragged. It was just a dream.

Jack couldn't recall what he had been dreaming about. It was all fuzzy and he couldn't recall any detail. Until that one moment. That voice. It was a Scottish voice, one that sounded familiar to Jack, though he couldn't place it. Sitting up, he rubbed his eyes, and glanced at the other bed across the room. Zoe was still fast asleep, not reacting to Jack's awakening at all. He sighed and stood from the bed, walking out to the main room. Jack caught himself trembling, and took a deep breath to calm his nerves. Glancing out the small window near the door, he found himself relaxed by the sounds of the waves rolling over the shore. Jack closed his eyes to breathe, letting his tense muscles relax. Reaching up to his head, he untied the bandanna concealing his hair, letting it drop back down to its normal position, opening his eyes as he re-tied his traditional red one- which had been wound around his wrist- in proper place on his forehead.

Jack began to head back to the bedroom to lay down, a yawn escaping his mouth as he turned to walk past the window again. "What in the-" Something down the beach caught his eye, and Jack rushed back to the window as he realized that it was glowing.

It looked like a mist, a luminous, blue-green mist, hovering over the shore. He tilted his head and rubbed his eyes to make sure he wasn't imagining things, and watched as the mist moved closer towards the beach where he had been walking earlier. And then it hit him.

Davy Jones.

Jack didn't know how he summoned the ship, or how Davy Jones knew where to go, but it was his only chance. He knew somewhere, deep down, that it was a bad idea, but the pirate in him didn't care. Quickly, he yanked on his boots, and slipped out the door quietly. He ran down the path, out onto the soft beach, where he headed towards the luminous water in front of him.

"Oi! Oi! Over here!" Jack jumped and waved his arms around, trying to catch the attention of whatever was causing the illusion-like sight in front of him.

'You must feel death to board.' The same voice from his dream came to his ears, and he scratched his head.

"As lovely as- ugh-" Jack was cut off as something wrapped tightly around his ankle, yanking him to the ground, and rapidly towards the water. The young pirate scrambled for a grip to no avail, and felt the warm water engulf him quickly. Jack's surprise didn't help him conserve his air, and saltwater rushed into his mouth as whatever was around his ankle stopped moving, holding Jack deep underwater, away from the surface. He thrashed as he felt the disconcerting tightness in his chest, the words he heard on shore echoing through his mind again.

'You must feel death to board.'