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A/n: Hope you like. This one seems a bit disjointed but we all know that we're only here for the Sparrabeth moments anyway. ;)
Chapter 19: Key Fight
Come back down, save yourself- Breaking Benjamin
"PREPARE TO BOARD!" Mercer shouted, adrenaline rushing through his veins. He would never have known he was doomed if Davy Jones hadn't grabbed him by the shoulders and jerked him aside.
Mercer watched in horror as the cannonball burst through his men, blasting them to pieces.
Davy Jones laughed darkly. "Your men are weak, Mercer."
The other man opened his mouth to protest angrily, but Jones was too quick. His tentacles were down his throat in moments, snapping something important inside as he strangled him to death.
The key was in a hidden left breast pocket in the man's coat. Jones smirked. He'd already known where it was before he'd even looked.
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Will glanced around as he left the cabin. He had the chest…now where was the key?
He tripped over something lying on the deck and fell hard on his knee, the chest sliding across the deck. His eyes widened, frightened it would slide overboard, but it lodged between two cannons.
Looking down, he did a doubletake. One of Beckett's men lay dead on the deck, his face purple. "Mercer." He muttered, the name coming to him. Frantically he began scrambling for the key…until a boot and a peg leg stepped into his peripherals. "Looking for this, Master Turner?"
Slowly, he looked up to find the key dangling from a long tentacle.
"The chest! Hand it over!"
"What chest?" Will asked unconvincingly.
"Don't play the fool with me, Master Turner. It's not in my cabin. I know ye have it!"
"I can set you free."
"My freedom was forfeit long ago."
All in one instant, Will leapt up, drawing his sword.
Jones laughed heartily and drew his own.
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On the opposite deck, Jack had relinquished the helm to Barbossa and was currently cutting down anyone that came near it alongside Elizabeth. The latter was baring her teeth and killing with no remorse.
It was all rather exhilarating for her. She was born for this excitement and never knew it until that very moment. Power pulsing through her veins. She would live up to her name as king of her people, no matter the cost. She would live for today. And…she would tell a man how she felt.
"Jack!"
"Aye!" He shouted back, a fierce gleam in his eye.
"I have something to tell you!"
"I don't think now is the best time!"
She paused. "Now may be the only time!"
He paused to look at her momentarily, something akin to hope in his eyes. "Alright then, out with it!"
She opened her mouth to speak and saw something over his shoulder that made her eyes widen. "Will! We have to save Will!" He can't stab the heart if he's dead!
Her momentary lapse in attention made her miss the way Jack's face fell in disappointment. It was gone before she looked back at him, the fierce glint back in his eye. "I…"
"Stay here!"
"I won't!"
He gripped her shoulders. "You will!"
Something in his eyes made her falter. His arm tightened around her and he gave her a passionate farewell kiss. He would save Will for her. She obviously loved him. Jack would take a hero's farewell kiss and be done with her.
Elizabeth melted into him, taking what she thought might be their last kiss before their untimely deaths.
He was swinging across the deck before she could muster up the voice to protest. Instead, she turned to meet a sword swinging her way with her own. She knew she had to get over there, she just didn't know if she'd get the chance.
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The first thing Jack noticed when he landed on the deck was the chest, lodged quite neatly into a niche between two cannons that had rolled together. He picked it up and began sauntering over to where Turner and Jones were fighting.
"You can do nothing without the key!" Jones spat at Will as he backed him along the deck.
"You can do nothing without the chest!" Will countered.
"What key?" Jack asked conversationally.
Will glanced at him out of the corner of his eye, but Jones faltered for a moment. "This one." He answered, pulling it on and dangling it in front of them. Will took advantage of his distraction and cut the tentacle in two making the crazed crustacean scream in rage and pain.
Then, he dove for the tentacle that was steadily crawling for its master.
Jones moved to cut Will down, but Jack was there to stop him with his own sword. "You don't want to be doing that, mate." This only enraged him. With a mighty shout, he clamped his claw onto Jack's sword and rent it in half.
Jack stared at it in horror.
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Calypso watched these goings on from the bow of the ship with rage in her eyes. She would not allow Jones to ruin another relationship. It was time to take matters into her own hands. She raised her arm, palm facing up and popped it up in the air briefly.
The ship opposite her lurched nearly out of the water, knocking Jones over and sending Jack to the side and Will on top of the tentacle with the key. He had effectively squished the tentacle and now clutched the key in his own hand.
"Much better." She chuckled.
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Elizabeth moved to go but glanced back at Gibbs guiltily. James gave her a look from nearby and shouted, "Go!"
She looked at him.
"I'll handle it from here." He replied grimly.
Needing no more reassurance she swung over to the deck of the Flying Dutchman with ease.
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"Jack! Here!" Will tossed him Mercer's sword from nearby.
Jack met Jones blade before it could strike him. "Will! Go! Save yourself! Find Elizabeth!"
Will frowned at him. He'd certainly not be doing that…and then he was being attacked from behind by…his father? "It's me! It's Will, your son!"
Bootstrap didn't recognize him and instead began throwing punches at him, not even thinking to draw his sword. Will had no choice but to fight him.
Jack's mouth set in a grim line and then, Jones punched him hard with his claw, knocking him to the deck.
Jones moved to finish him, but Elizabeth was there, blocking his claw.
"Harridan! You'll see no mercy from me!"
"That's why I brought this!" She tapped the claw with her sword.
He brought his clanging against hers.