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"William Turner!" called Davy Jones. "I've come to reclaim what's mine!"
Krysty let out a piercing, blood-curdling scream, loud enough that every pane of glass on the Minnow and the Flying Dutchman alike shattered into a thousand pieces; and dogs on any land within two thousand miles ran yelping in pain.
Will rubbed his ears, wincing.
"What was that?" he asked her in a sideways whisper.
"Silly," Krysty giggled. "It was a diversion! I distracted Jones long enough for us to have a quick conversation in which we can plot his destruction."
"Oh, of course." Will nodded. "I don't know why I didn't think of that. What did you have in mind?"
"Well," Krysty said, thoughtfully. "Why don't we just blow up their ship?"
Will rolled his eyes. And he'd been foolish enough to think she might actually come up with something clever.
"Well, to begin with," he said, "my father's on that ship."
Krysty pouted. She wasn't used to her ideas being rejected.
"Well, what do you think we should do?" she asked.
"I think you and I should surrender ourselves, and then while you, the Most Beautiful Woman in the Entire Earth and Probably Universe, woo Jones, and allow him to take advantage of your simple-mindedness, I'll go rescue my father, then we can make our grand escape by leaping overboard when we get near land. From there, I think we should be able to barter passage to the nearest major port, from whence we can set off again to find your sister and my fiancé. How's that sound?"
Krysty giggled.
"You think I'm beautiful?" she said, after a moment. Will took a deep breath, and ran a hand through his hair, trying to decide whether to tear it out in frustration.
"That's not the point." he said, trying to remain patient. "The point is, Jones will, and you'll be able to distract him long enough for me to get my father."
"Oh." said Krysty, understanding perfectly. "Okay. I don't have to like, you know, like…kiss him or anything, do I? After all, I'm completely pure and chaste in a seductive, womanly sort of way, and I've never kissed a boy."
Will let out a strangled noise somewhere between a sob and a low scream.
"If worse comes to worst, you might." he admitted.
Krysty made a face.
"Well, I guess I can do that. For you, Will." she conceded.
"Good." Will said. "Let's do it."
Meanwhile….
Mysti was sitting on the rail of the Black Pearl, looking indescribably beautiful, silhouetted against the blue sky of the Caribbean, her golden hair streaming out behind her in the wind. She glanced over her shoulder, to see if Jack was watching her, which of course he was. She crossed her arms, and looked away. Mysti was an amateur gymnast, having taken gymnastics classes since she was three, and she was captain of the high school cheerleading team even though she was only a sophomore. But at this particular moment, she needed to lose her balance in order to continue the plotline, and so with a little squeal, she slipped, falling into the ocean below.
"Help!" she screamed. "Help!" Several dolphins, whales, and a few normally vicious sharks swam from all corners of the oceans to assist her before they realized that Jack was already throwing a rope to her.
"Darling!" Sparrow called. "Grab hold of the rope!"
"I can't!" Krysty said, sucking some water into her lungs for emphasis. "I can'….glub…reach it…glub!"
Jack handed the rope to Gibbs, who was standing beside him by that time.
"When I've got her, pull us up!" he instructed. Gibbs nodded. Jack stepped onto the rail, and performed a neat swan dive, surfacing just beside Mysti.
"Hold on, love, I've got you." he said, swimming towards her with the end of the rope, Securing it about both their waists, he waved to Gibbs. "Pull!"
It was only a matter of moments before Mysti and Jack were safely aboard the Pearl. That was when Jack noticed something crucial.
"She's not breathing!" he announced. The midget, Pintel, and Cotton's parrot all jumped overboard. Ragetti would have followed, but he was looking for his eye before doing so.
Jack pulled out his knife, and sliced down the front of Mysti's dress. Nothing happened.
"Oh, bugger. That worked on you." he said, glancing up at Elizabeth, who stood over his shoulder, shedding tears of sorrow for her new best friend.
"Jack, she's not got a corset." Elizabeth explained.
"Oh." Jack realized, and proceeded to perform CPR. Mysti lay unmoving just long enough for most of the spectators to give up on her and turn away in bereaved silence, then choked up approximately one-twentieth of the water in the Caribbean before sitting up, clutching the ruined shreds of her dress around her shoulders.
"What happened?" she asked.
Meanwhile….
Will and Krysty had surrendered themselves to Davy Jones, and as it turned out that Jones was only interested in Will, he let their ship go free. Will was sent below decks to begin his eternity of servitude, and Krysty was taken to the captain's quarters, because for obvious reasons Jones was fascinated by her.
"Oh, Captain Jones." she gushed, because, after all, she was a brilliant actress. "That organ is just huge!" (Pipe organ. Get your mind out of the gutter.)
"Isn't it?" Jones beamed, or at least did the closest thing to beaming that he was capable of doing. "Would you like to play it?"
"Oh, I couldn't possibly." Krysty said. "I only know how to play the piano, violin, flute, and three other obscure wind instruments that most of the world has never heard of."
"Ah, well, I shall play it for you." Jones told her, and did so with much enthusiasm. Krysty sighed, leaning against the wall. Where was Will? Surely he'd found his father by now…
Will had indeed located his father, and he and Bootstrap were hurrying in a very sneaky manner through the decks of the ship.
"Now, how did you get here again?" Bill was asking, as Will peered around a corner. "And what the devil was that awful noise we heard just after we surfaced."
Will sighed.
"That would be Krysty."
"Ah, your girl?"
Will cringed.
"No, no, a thousand times no. She wants to be, though. I'm still madly in love with Elizabeth, which is the only thing keeping me from falling into the clutches of Miss Cooper."
"Charming name." Bill remarked. "What's wrong with her anyhow?"
"Nothing!" Will exclaimed. "That's just it! There's not a blasted thing wrong with her. She's beautiful, witty, clever, gorgeous, and completely perfect."
"Aren't gorgeous and beautiful somewhat the same?"
"Yes, and so are clever and witty, but I don't happen to have a thesaurus handy and that's beside the point. What I'm trying to tell you is I'm not sure she's…normal."
"Oh, and what's wrong with that?" Bill asked, shrugging. Will did not reply.
"Come, let's go."
"You're not going to leave her here, are you?" Bill demanded. Will cringed.
"Of course not." he replied, although that thought had most certainly crossed his mind. "She's with Jones."
"No, I'm right here." Krysty said, stepping out of a nearby door. "Jones is still back there playing his organ."
Will and his father exchanged glances before hurrying towards the stairs. "Let's get out of here." Will told them.
Meanwhile…
Mysti had spent a lot of time thinking about her near-death experience earlier, and had done a great deal of soul-searching since then. It was almost sunset when she made another decision. Still holding the tattered remains of her dress around her in a look that would have made Isaac Mizrahi swoon for the incredible fashion sense of it, she went to Jack's cabin.
"Captain Sparrow?" she called softly, tapping on the door. Jack opened the door.
"Mysti." he said, hesitantly. "I want you to know that I'm sorry for the way I've behaved. Earlier, when you almost…that is, when we pulled you back on board, I realized that I can't really make you love me ..."
"Shh." said Mysti. "I want you to see something. Come with me." She took his hand, and led him onto the deck, to the rail. The sun was setting, and the Caribbean sky was tinged the loveliest hues of orange, pink, purple, and even a gorgeous violet-blue.
"Jack," she said. "You saved my life. I cannot forget that. Elizabeth was right, you're a good man."
"I want you to know," Jack began again, his eyes gleaming with the colorful light. "Next time we reach land, you're free to…"
"Shh." Mysti told him, placing a delicate, perfectly manicured finger over his lips. "I'm not going anywhere." Then she kissed him.
A physically impossible rainbow appeared in the sky, and dolphins chattered excitedly below. A few tiny dead fish were suddenly brought back to life, and swam about happily, leaping into the air in ecstasy. The sun itself paused for a moment in its descent, and waited for them to finish this perfect moment before continuing to set, and the stars all appeared at once. Several shooting stars soared across the darkening sky, and Tia Dalma, watching through her crystal ball, wept for the beauty of it. And everything was perfect.