Happy Dead Man's Chest! Went and saw it on Friday, wasn't expecting to get in but I did! Huzzah! It was super duper good, I won't ruin anything for you guys but I did cry at the end, which is saying a lot coz I have never cried at the end of a movie before. So it was very sad 

But anyways, here is chapter Invadia. Very exciting! Latin for Envy.

Thanks for the continued reviews and support guys! I Love you all!

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Invadia.

Molly woke up in a green lighted room. She frowned and looked down to see the floor nearly fifty feet below her, with a jolt of nerves she looked up and saw a vaulted ceiling, hundreds of feet high. Her wrists were bound to a vile looking hook that slowly started moving towards what looked like an enormous vat of steaming water. She called out and her voice echoed around the cavernous room, bouncing off the walls and making it cruelly seem as if thousands of voices were shouting out.

Molly caught the scent of the steaming liquid as she drew closer; rosemary and mint reached her nose; fine oils.

"Bugger." She said, realizing what was happening. She started working away at the knots binding her hands when a voice rang through the room.

"Invadia ultio."

"Honestly." Molly snarled, tugging harder as the demon below stoked the fire and brought the oil to a boil. "You bloody idiots… GO AFTER A BLOKE NAMED JACK SPARROW! BETTER YET ELIZABETH SWANN!" She screamed.

"Invadia ultio." The shrouded demon repeated.

Molly blew a strand of hair from her face. "This isn't fair. I shouldn't have to deal with this….why don't I get a trial or an appeal or something?"

The demon laughed.

"Invadia ultio."

The oil gave off a regal smelling steam that tortured a soul but soothed it at the same time as it ferociously boiled. Molly was feet away from the liquid and panicking increasingly more. Something about the place she was in made all her inhibitions disappear and an animal instinct to struggle overwhelmed her. She knew that even if she did free herself from her bonds the fate of being boiled like a sweet was unavoidable. But it didn't keep her from fighting till the end.

The ropes snapped and she plummeted downwards to her searing death.

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"Child."

Molly stirred.

"Child…"

Molly opened her eyes, she felt groggy but strangely light-weighted. She moved and the familiar atmosphere of water greeted her, she immediately started to panic when she realized she was on the bottom of the ocean but a soothing voice came to her.

"Be still child. You are safe."

Molly chanced inhaling and to her surprise her lungs didn't fill with water. She looked around but she was surrounded only by the pale blue waters of the night-time ocean.

"Who's there?" She said, amazed by the coherency of her voice in the silent water.

"I can save you."

"Yes, good. But who are you?"

"I'm Aquarius."

The voice was calm and Celtic sounding.

"I should've guessed as much…" Molly said, realizing how obvious it really was. You're surrounded by water, Winters. Water. You know, water-god? Honestly.

"Seek me out, I can undo what you have set in motion."

"So I've heard, one drawback, no. Two actually. First, I haven't the slightest idea where to find you, I've got a compass that points to 'my hearts desire' but half the time I don't know what I want so that could become a potential problem."

"You'll know exactly what to do when the time comes, child. Patience and a clear conscience is all you need in order to speak to me. I am your hearts desire, everything will work out."

"Yes, well this leads to the second on our list of obstacles; I'm at the bottom of the sea at this particular moment in time speaking with an omnipotent non-entity. How am I going to get back up," She pointed to the shadow of the Pearl above them, "so I can get my pretty hands on a pretty little piece of slag that needs to have some modesty duffed into her?"

"Exactly like… this."

Molly felt what felt like icy water running down her back and she woke up on board the Black Pearl, in Jack's arms.

"Don't touch me!" She breathed, rolling out of Jack's grasp and onto the slick deck of the Pearl. She shivered and coughed up a lot of water.

"Molly?" Jack asked, "What happened?"

"Nothing." She lied. "I suppose I just stood to fast."

Jack gave Molly a believing "Ah." But his eyes told another story.

The sound of many feet crossing the deck reached Molly's ears. She took the opportunity to confirm her fears when Jack turned to the curious crew.

"Bugger it." She muttered, yanking her sleeve back down over the new Invadia tattoo on her wrist. She didn't need Jack knowing about the sin she had committed and what exactly she was punished for envying.

Jack turned back to Molly and Elizabeth appeared over his shoulder with the rest of the crew, they were looking at her in a concerned and slightly curious manner. The pit of Molly's stomach dropped when she saw Elizabeth and it took all she had in her not to thump her on the spot. She settled on flicking her soaking fringe out of her face and splattering Elizabeth with a large quantity of water before nonchalantly announcing she was going to bed. Jack offered a hand up but Molly ignored it and stood herself, teetering a little on the spot. She wobbled towards her cabin in a resolute and dignified manner.

"Molly wait…" Jack called out.

"Captain Winters." She insisted, wrenching the door open. Norrington lay on her bed, glaring angrily at the ceiling.

"Again! What are you doing in here!" She yelled.

Jack appeared at her side, looking flustered.

"To keep a closer eye on our friend Norrington here, I changed the sleeping arrangements a tad."

Molly rounded on him angrily.

"Oh really?" She said in a tone reminiscent of the once decorate hero now lying sullenly on her bed. "And where exactly am I to sleep?"

"My cabin of course!" Jack said light-heartedly.

Molly bit her lip angrily and turned, stomping towards Jack's cabin. She stopped at the door when she realized the crew where still following her.

"Get to bed you dogs!" She bellowed.

Despite the fact that Molly wasn't captain the crew all listened in a hurry, the deck was clear in seconds. Even Elizabeth and Will left after seeing the look Molly was giving Jack.

She sighed and flung the door open, she made her way to the table and pulled out a chair, swiftly balancing it on two legs she flopped into it and placed her boots on the table and pulled her hat down over her face, she crossed her arms and was silent.

Jack came sauntering in seconds later.

"You certain you want to sleep in that chair? We could share the bed." He said lustily.

Molly whipped her hat off and looked at Jack through puffy red eyes.

"Who in the name of arse do you think you are?" She sniffed. She smiled sadly and shook her head. "Don't talk to me Jack." She turned down the lamp, leaving the room in darkness.

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Molly maintained her cold demeanor for days after, the only person she'd speak to in a manner of civilized, curse free English was Anamaria. Other than that she was mute as Cotton, only much surlier.

She ignored Jack.

She ignored Gibbs.

She ignored Will.

Elizabeth herself had even tried to speak with Molly. An action that Molly reacted to with a loud demonstration of overturning a table and slamming a door so hard the glass panes fell out of the window.

She mostly sat around in the galley, working the cricks out her neck from sleeping in the chair. More than once Jack had tried to persuade her to talk but she typically said nothing or mumbled something about "go snog Elizabeth." She made sure she only said the second part when he was out of earshot.

"Jealousy." She snorted one say as she sat in the galley. "What bollocks. I don't think about Jack that way… I've already killed a man by loving him, I'm not doing it to another one."

Will suddenly came into the galley.

"Miss Winters." He said politely when he saw her at the table. She just eyed him grouchily. "I've lost my wallet and…"

Molly wordlessly produced the item and slid it across the table. Exactly what I've been waiting for. She thought.

Will frowned and sat across from her.

"I assume this is your way of indiscreetly requesting a meeting?" He said.

Molly looked down at the table and said nothing.

Will shook his head and took the wallet, heading for the door.

"Elizabeth is a nice girl eh?" She finally said.

Will stopped and turned around, looking perplexed. "Yes. Yes she is… I love her more than anything."

The feeling is sadly, not mutual Mister Turner.

"It should interest you to know that..." Molly trailed off, suddenly unsure of what she was about to do. Is it really that big a deal? Does it really matter so much? "She… she never stops talking about you…"

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"You know, it is frightfully quiet around when you aren't taunting Miss Swann."

Molly's head snapped up from the book she'd been flipping through. She winced at the twang of pain in her neck.

"What do you want?" Molly said slowly as Jack casually leant against the door frame.

"I think the more important question here is what do you want Miss Winters?"

Molly dodged the question. "What's with all this 'Miss' nonsense?" She said bitterly, chucking the book down on the table and glaring Jack right in the eye. "I'm a captain."

Jack shrugged. "You're the one what kept pushing the title on yourself; I chose to call you 'Miss' coz that's how I see fit." Jack sat in a chair next to Molly. "You can get yourself into a nasty spot of trouble calling yourself "Captain" when you're not technically one."

Molly was silent.

"My amazing understanding of the female creature, once again alerts me that there is something not right with you."

"What was your first clue?" Molly said hotly.

"We'll the fat that you're more of a hermit than your grandfather at the moment tipped me off."

Molly rolled her eyes and looked away from Jack, making another face when her neck cracked.

"You've had yourself in a strop since Miss Swann happened upon the ship. Why?"

"Why does it matter?" Molly said flatly. "Why do you care? I'm just an unlikely passenger that is arrogant and demanding, why should you care what I think? Why should you care how I feel?"

Jack grimaced, Molly was getting dangerously close to the boiling point again.

"Why did you really fall over board Miss Winters?"

"Stop with the 'Miss' nonsense!"

Jack shrugged, taken aback. 'Molly it is then…but you didn't answer my question."

"I haven't answered any of your questions Captain Sparrow."

"Drop the 'captain' nonsense." Jack flashed his metallic grin.

Molly narrowed her eyes. "We are both at odds Jack. We both have a way with words and changing the subject seamlessly, we could go on for days like this."

"Yes, well I am a captain and I do have duties to attend to so I would be much obliged if you would hurry up and answer me questions."

Molly was silent. She just pulled out Jack's compass and flipped the lid. The needle still pointed to the south east and coincidentally, right through Jack. She frowned and stood up. "Don't move." She said, walking slowly around to Jack's side, the needle immediately wheeled around and pointed at the pirate. Bugger that! Molly cursed silently. She casually flipped the compass closed and stowed it.

"Is it broken perhaps?" Jack smirked knowingly.

"Your compass works just fine thank you." Molly said airily, "Just had to make sure we're still going the right way."

"I see."

Molly sat back in her chair and twirled a strand of hair around her finger. "Ow!" she said as the Pearl rocked.

"What's the matter now?"

Molly shot Jack a fiery look. "My neck, sleeping upright in a chair is not all it's cracked up to be." She explained, rubbing the back of her neck gingerly. "No thanks to you and your damned sleeping arrangements."

Jack smiled and stood up. "Here, I can fix that for you."

Molly glared. "No thank you." She said stonily, inching away slightly.

"Come on, it will make you feel better and possibly less surly which frankly would be a blessing."

Molly felt Jack's hands go to her neck as his fingers gently started working the knots out of her spine. It was undeniable that he was doing the job and the annoying pain was starting to subside, but she could still not help but feel angry with him still.

"Right." She said suddenly. "Thank you. I feel much better." It was a lie and she knew it. She also knew it was a lie that she wanted him to stop.

"I'm not finished yet." His fingers continued dancing across Molly's neck, loosening muscles and relieving pain. She sudden felt his rum soaked breath on her face as her lips were inches from his own. The next thing she knew she was lip-locked with Jack Sparrow for the third time, and she loved it. His tongue slipped slightly into her open mouth and hers into his. She broke away suddenly when Jack grabbed her wrist and quickly pulled up her sleeve.

"No!" She said, but it was too late. Jack had seen the Invadia tattoo and was wearing a smirk of utter amusement.

"A kiss… the perfect distraction for the romantic in everyone." He smirked. "A nasty little trick I picked up from Miss Swann. Never though it would work to my advantage" He laughed slightly.

"Invadia? Latin for… envy right?" He said quietly, still holding Molly's wrist.

Molly glared and pulled away from Jack. "Possibly."

"What pray tell are you envious of, Molly? Jack asked, even though Molly could tell he knew the answer, he was just toying with her, trying to make her slip up and show a weak spot. Trying to force her to admit something she didn't believe herself. "I'll ask you again; what do you truly want Molly?" He whispered the words in her ear before kissing her on the cheek and leaving the cabin.