Author's Note: HAH, well, I finished my last exam! Can I get a cheer? So, I took a day off and wrote another chapter; to make up for all the time you waited, you guys deserve two chapters. See, I told you, you wouldn't have to wait so long!

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Sailing across the cold north, snowflakes drifting directionless around us, gliding past glaciers of ice, my breath was visible in the cool, crisp air.

Shivering underneath mounds of animal fur, I absentmindedly stared at the black, frozen water and its gentle ripples from our boat. My numb fingers shivered their way to the frosty contours of my necklaces, pressed sharply cold against my collarbones. In effort to warm my cyanotic lips, I rolled them through my teeth before the frigid air made my efforts in vain.

Panting in effort to keep my lungs to work, every breath I inhaled brought with it a sharp intake of iciness. Snow clung to the surface of the wooden structure of the ship and everyone else. I glanced at Elizabeth, who was similarly huddled in layers of fur.

My mind was too numb to make out a single thought.

"No one said anything about c-cold," Pintel shivered out.

Ragetti stuttered back, "I'm sure there m-must b-be a good reason for our s-s-suffering."

"Why don't that obeah woman just bring Jack back same way she did with Barbossa?"

Tia Dalma came up to them, merely wearing a thin shawl draped across her thing bodice and dress, covered in snow herself, "Because Barbossa was only dead. Jack Sparrow is taken body and soul, to a place not of death, but punishment; the worst fate a person can bring upon himself stretching on forever. That's what awaits at Davy Jones's locker."

Marching on past them, Ragetti confirmed, "Yeah, I knew there was a good reason."

I stood up and made my slow, dead way to Will who was dealing with the navigational charts.

"Nothing here is set. These can't be accurate as modern charts," turning the circles and aligning them.

"No, but it leads to more places."

I brought out a hand, and turned it to align words with each other, reading out, "Over the edge... over again..."

"Sunrise sets... flash of green," Will read below that.

I took the chart in my hands and approached Barbossa, Will and the crew leader following me, "Would you care to share your interpretation, Captain Barbossa?"

Smiling wryly, he turned to Gibbs at the railing and questioned, "Ever gazed upon the green flash Master Gibbs?"

"I reckon I seen my fair share. Happens on rare occasion; the last glimpse of sunset, a green flash shoots up into the sky. Some go their whole lives without ever seeing it. Some claim to have seen it who ain't, and some say...- "

"-It signals when a soul comes back to this world from the dead," Pintel announced raspy.

Gibbs looked on disappointed as Pintel stole the mysterious punchline.

Wrapping the fur tighter against my frame, Barbossa explained, "Trust me young Master Turner, it's not getting to the land of the dead that's the problem, it's getting back."

Grabbing the mast, switching our direction, we drifted inwards to a high, dark, cave.

Night fell upon us. I sat at the railing, apart from everyone else. Leaning, draping my arms on the rough bark of a surface, I stared at the reflection of the starry sky. Thinking about Jack, I wonder where he's gone.

"...To a place not of death, but punishment..."

My heart throbbed with soreness. I devoted my sanity to him. His voice overlapped my thoughts. The louder I made my thoughts to be, the more his words echoed in a whispered aftertaste of my wandering, mental observations.

"D'you miss me?"

Clenching my eyes tightly, willing his voice to be banished from my ears. Re-playing our moments over and over until it's all I could see before my eyes. I could still feel his grip around my wrist, his lips brushing against my skin in heated places. The gentles caress of his eyes dancing with mine.

Opening my eyes, a faint blurry silhouette of his face was wandering in the black water. I shot up, before his eyes started to blend in amongst the waves.

"Taken, body and soul..."

Leaning overboard, I reached my hand out as far as possible, along with my upper torso daring to fall overboard, in effort to touch his ghost...

"For what we want most in this world..." Tia Dalma appeared before me in a flash, making me strike back from the railing in shock, "There is a cost that must be paid in the end."

Will shot past us, arousing attention, "Barbossa, ahead!"

Joining him, we went up the steering wheel where Barbossa was positioned, he exclaimed, "Aye! We're good and lost now!"

Elizabeth piped up, "Lost?"

"For certain you have to be lost to find the places as can't be found. Elseways, everyone would know where it was."

Gibbs glances over the railing and stated, "We're gaining speed!"

Barbossa looked on manically, "Aye!"

William ushered in a panic, "To stations!"

I clung to the railing and wraped my arms around a sail, rooted firmly in my place in preparation for what's coming.

A flurry of the crew began running about to protect us from the magnificent waterfall we're being led into.

"Rudder full! Hard to port! Gather way!" Will shouted directions and orders in a rush.

Barbossa boomed out, "Nay! Belay that! Let her run straight and true!"

The crew gathered at the railing, "Blimey!"

The boat rushing with more speed to the finish line, Elizabeth whipped to Barbossa, "You've doomed us all!"

Cackling, Barbossa dryly retorted, "Don't be so unkind, you may not survive to pass this way again, and these be the last friendly words you'll hear."

Elizabeth shot towards me, wrapped her own arm around the sail, clutched on to me, to protect us both, and both prepared ourselves for the grand fall.

Will cried out to everyone, "HOLD ON!"

Elizabeth tightened her hold on me, clutching desperately at the rail, my own fingers numb with their despairing grip.

The ship tipped over, everything was flying back, and shrieking our lungs out, we were dunked straight into a black abyss.

Well, I hope you enjoyed it! It's a little bit shorter, but I wanted to cut it off before the scene where they all save Jack.

Ooooh, I'm so excited to write it, that I'll give you a preview to give you all sorts of suspense:

"Why should I sail with any of you? Four of you tried to kill me in the past, one of you succeeded," Jack gestured.

My eyes followed the direction of his gesture and found the sight of none other than Elizabeth. My eyes widened.

"What?"

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