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Chapter 10: The Jar of Dirt Returns

Angie watched Jack with an uneasy stare as he paced back and forth in front of her. He couldn't fathom that this was happening to him again. This time though, things were even worse. They were literally in the middle of the Caribbean and the closest island was a few hundred miles away. Port Royal was still about another four hundred miles from where they were. It was hopeless.

"Jack would you please calm down, walking back and forth isn't helping." Angie said, fatigued from watching the distressed captain. The sun was already starting to set and she was beginning to grow drowsy. It was near her usual bedtime since she was so used to getting up early for work every morning.

Jack stopped his pacing and finally sat down next to her, "I don't think you understand Angie. This thing can take down entire ships in a matter of seconds. Not to mention I really am NOT looking forward to becoming a slave to Davy Jones for a hundred years. Ya savvy?" He said as Michelle entered the cabin.

"Hey guys, I was getting worried. Is everything ok?" She asked, walking into the cabin and sitting next to Jack. Angie gave him a look insisting that he tell her. He looked down in defeat and swiftly turned towards Michelle.

"Michelle. Love."

"Mhmm?"

"Due to events that have absolutely nothing whatsoever to do with me, we're having a slight misfortune."

"Somehow I highly doubt the first part of that sentence to be true but continue." Michelle said with a sarcastic smile.

"Well, you recall how you were quite skeptical of Davy Jones and ol' beastie?"

"Let me guess, we won't be able to see them right?"

"How I wish that were the case love." Jack said, revealing his hand to her. Her eyes widened, it was the black mark he had told her about! Now she understood why he looked so frantic earlier. It hadn't been her after all. Relief washed over her on the subject but now she was even more distressed as she eyed the black spot on his palm.

"Can't we just get to land Jack? Or somewhere shallow?" She asked in a panic. He pulled his hand back and shook his head, "I'm afraid that's impossible love, the closest island is at least a few hundred miles away."

"What are we supposed to do then..."

Jack got up and began his pacing once again. Michelle could clearly see that he was in a deep state of stress. She'd never seen him look so upset before.

"Jack come on sit down, let's just talk about this I'm sure you'll figure something out."

Jack stopped his pacing once again and sat down next to the two girls, "Like I told Angie you just don't understand. There's no escaping Davy Jones... There's no way out of this one."

Michelle nodded, "I know it doesn't look good Jack but just listen. You are the only one on this ship that can get us out of this. If you panic all three of us are doomed.. If Jack Sparrow can't get us out of this then who can?"

Jack responded with a nod and took his hat off with a sigh, "You know last time this situation came up I actually tried to leave..."

"What do you mean?"

He leaned up against a wall behind him and stared at the ceiling, "Well, right before I faced the kraken I took one of the smaller boats off the ship and left my crew there to fight the damn thing alone. Pretty cowardly of ol' Jack aye?" He said, looking from the ceiling to her.

"Well... I mean we all have our not so good moments Jack. No one's perfect. You ended up going back though correct?"

"Aye, I did. Though I really wanted more then anything at that moment to just get away. I don't know why I decided to stay on the ship and try fighting that thing." Jack said honestly.

"Well, the real hero is always a hero by mistake." Michelle said with a smile.

"Being a hero is one of the shortest lived professions there is, my moment as being one is over." Jack replied, standing up.

"I highly doubt that. Another moment will come I believe." Michelle said.

"So... what are we supposed to do now?" Angie asked.

Jack stood in silence and pondered Angie's question silently. The two girls just stared at him pleadingly, waiting patiently for him to answer. He held his index finger up suddenly, "Wait here." Jack turned and left the cabin.

The two girls exchanged confused glances with one another. Michelle raised a worried eyebrow and Angie shrugged.

It didn't take Jack very long at all to return, only now that he was back he was carrying with him a rather large object. Angie nearly fell from where she sat and Michelle smacked herself on the forehead and just stared at him blankly. Surely he could not be serious?

"Jack... that's a jar of dirt..." She said, this was just inconceivable. Jack smiled widely, "That's right love. A jar of dirt!"

"...Where did you get it?"

"Found a jar near the house back on Curacao, filled it with dirt, and brought it back onto the ship. Along with a few other choice items I might add. Mainly rum."

She sighed loudly, remembering the stories he told her of the jar of dirt, "Jack, the jar of dirt isn't going to help..."

He hugged the jar tighter, almost as if he were offended by her comment, "She didn't mean it!" Jack said.

Angie and Michelle looked at eachother with complete bafflement and turned to him. Was he talking to the bloody jar of dirt?

"Jack... I think the lack of rum today has gone to your head." Michelle said, approaching him.

He turned his body along with the jar away from her, "What are you doing?"

"Jack give me the jar."

"No."

"It's all in your head! The dirt isn't going to help. Now come on give me the jar." She said, grasping it and pulling it towards her. Jack refused to let go though, he jerked it back to him and the two continued their frantic fight for the jar of dirt.

As comedic as the scene was, Angie had seen enough. "Would you two stop it? I swear you're both like a couple of children. Just forget the jar and let's think of something we can do to get out of this situation!"

The two fighting over possession of the jar didn't seem to hear her though, and continued their meaningless squabble.

"Jack come on! Give it to me!"

"I didn't know you wanted me so desperately love. Maybe later tonight, after you give me my jar of dirt!"

"Why you perverted little-"

Before Michelle could finish her sentence, a deafening crash of water was heard from inside the small cabin. Michelle and Jack immediately ceased their dispute over the glass jar and the three gave eachother equally frightened looks.

Without a word they hurried out of the cabin and onto the deck only to see they were in quite the predicament. Michelle and Angie had never seen the massive ship before in thier lives but they knew exactly what it was. It was the the Flying Dutchman.

The girls immediately recognized the captain Jack had told them so much about. His head was cephalopod-like and his beard was composed of squirming tentacles.

A head bulged from under his barnacle-encrusted hat. His left arm was crustacean like, his right hand had a long tentacle index finger, and his right leg which resembled a pegleg was actually that of a crab.

He and his crew stared at the three from the Flying Dutchman. Jack swallowed the lump in his throat, "Oh bugger."

"Holy shit.." Angie said.

Jack hugged his jar of dirt and looked nervously at Michelle, "Seeing is believing aye?"

She nodded, "All of a sudden Jack... I don't wanna break that stupid jar anymore."

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