Author notes: Thanks for all the reviews. Thanks go to Arica, Princess of Rivendell, day's dreamer, bronze wolf, Hughfan, and Armoredsoul. (Armoredsoul: I was just using the word 'undead' to point out that he was alive. Thanks for the tip. I'll try not to use it anymore.) This chapter has longer dialogue than the others, but I had to get a lot across. And sorry I haven't updated. I have had a serious case of writer's block. Ugg… I hate those. Anyways please continue to R&R!

Disclaimer: If you need to read this part, go see the other chapters. But Caroline is mine!

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Italics indicate Jack's thoughts!

Jack woke up with a start. He was panting and covered in sweat. And he was on the floor. Oh I had the weirdest dreams. Like I was reliving me life. The captain looked around. He was still in the little house in the mountain side. Caroline had offered the bed, but Jack figured he had dosed off before he could get to it. Where is that girl anyways? Jack looked around. Caroline was sitting at the window sill watching out.

"Couldn't sleep?" she asked him quietly. Jack looked at his friend. Her profile was striking. She didn't look any older than the last time he saw her, yet she seemed wiser, older, and possibly more regal? Nah. "I see tha' ya didn't get any sleep," Jack answered. "When you've been here long enough, sleep is no longer a top priority." She continued to look out the window. "Are you hungry? There's food and rum on the table." The traditional Jack smirk appeared. Why haven't I died sooner? "You 'ave the food. I'll 'ave the rum," Jack smiled as he sat down. A slight chuckle escaped from Caroline. Jack's smile grew bigger when he saw a pint sized rum bottle. "Drink up me harties, yo ho…" Jack mumbled. "Did you say something, Jack?" Caroline said as she looked over. "No, no. Nothin'" he replied. He took a giant swig of his favorite substance. Jack paused. This rum tastes funny. He violently spat it out and told Caroline, "There's somethin' wrong with this rum. It tastes funny." His companion ignored him. Might as well eat tha food. There was a loaf of bread and some jellies on the table. He tore a piece off and stuffed it in his mouth. Only a few seconds later he spat it out. "How can you eat this stuff? This is torture!"

Caroline stood up and got closer to Jack. "There's a few things you need to know about Purgatory, Jack," she spoke with an acid tone, but with a hint of pain and remorse. "Food turns to ash, drink into blood, pleasure into pain." She paused the pain evident in her eyes now. "And your sins," she continued, "are your nightmares." Jack looked at his young friend. She had seen the world and its cruelties burnt her. She's all grown up. I've lost my naïve counterpart to the cruelties of the world and the afterlife. "What exactly is Purgatory anyways, luv?" Jack asked her. Caroline looked off into space for a second before answering him. "Purgatory is that world that exists between heaven and hell, where one had as many sins as good deeds.It's an existence where you can do anything you want, until final judgment where you're put into the golden gates or fiery pits." Jack's face scrunched up into a thoughtful look. "Anything you want?" he inquired. "To an extent, my captain," she answered as she sat in a chair across from him. "So, I could elude this place that confines me, get me revenge on a certain Davy Jones, get back the Black Pearl, and sail happily ever after into the horizon?" Jack questioned. "Yes, if you can escape, find Davy Jones, and somehow find the Pearl. Yep very probable," she said sarcastically. "Alright, alright. Is there a way to escape?" he asked her seriously.

Caroline realized that Jack was being honestly serious and was hesitant to answer. "There are five ways to escape," she began. "And only one of them leads back to the living world." The captain of the Black Pearl gave Beckett's daughter a look of eagerness. "In the dock, there are three ships. A white one with gold sails, a black one with purple sails, and the sister of the Flying Dutchman, Calypso's Vengeance. In Purgatory, if you do not like your judgment, you can to an extent, judge yourself. The white ship goes to Heaven, the black ship to Hell, and Calypso's Vengeance to the sea monster himself, Davy Jones." Caroline sighed and held her head. It had been a long time since she had seen Jack Sparrow, but he had not lost his enormous sense of curiosity. "You can also 'die' in Purgatory. Purgatory's like the living world, in a sense that you have eat, drink, and not get shot to survive," Caroline said with a hint of humor in her voice at the last statement. The captain of the Black Pearl looked at Beckett's daughter with eagerness. "And to get back to the living world," she said with a melancholy tone. "Someone who cares about you must sail past the World's End, find you, and then take you back." Jack looked at Caroline with a crestfallen expression. "So there's no way of goin' back?" he asked her with his last shreds of hope. "Jack, even if your friends could come, it would be a difficult journey let alone dangerous. They probably wouldn't even make it to the gates." Jack nodded and Caroline came over and put a hand on his shoulder. "Most people don't even know if their loved ones make it to Purgatory, so no one journeys here anymore," she told him. The downhearted pirate took a swig of the rum, only remembering Caroline's words as he felt the vile substance slide down his throat.

"So, Jack," Caroline said trying to get his mind off of the cause of his crestfallen mood. She had never seen him give up hope and this nothing to help the situation. "How did you end up here? I saw your name in the Davy Jones Books…" A knock interrupted her sentence. "Are ya expectin' anyone, luv?" he whispered. "No," she quietly answered. "No one has bothered me in a long time…" KNOCK! KNOCK! The knocks came louder this time. "Open up in there!" the things yelled behind the door. "Jack…" Caroline called urgently. "I think it's time to go," Jack answered her. Jack looked around. One way in, one way out. Great. "Jack, there's only one way out of here," she cried to him. The knocks kept coming and they were pressed against the window. The famous Jack smirked appeared. "Oh No! You are not smashing my window!" she yelled at him. He picked up the wooden chair he was sitting in a few moments ago and smashed it into the small window. Caroline let out a small shriek. "Will you stop yellin'!" Jack told her. "Sorry." He looked down. The drop was only a little bit and they could easily make it without hurting themselves. "Are we jumping this?" she asked him with fear. "Aye." "What?-Ahh!" Caroline never had a chance to finish because Jack had grabbed her and jumped out the window. Somehow the jump made them both come to the senses and Caroline grabbed Jack to run. They hurried through the grey town, no one noticing them and the things still chasing them. "Here. This way," she told him. They turned down an alley, where it stopped at a dead end. "I thought ya knew were ya were goin'" Jack asked her. "I've been here ten years and I still get lost," she admitted to the captain. The things that were chasing them walked up. "Well, well. We finally got you Jack Sparrow."

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Thanks to Clayton and Amanda and their pumpkin cookies. This chapter shows both Caroline's and Jack's feelings, but Jack's thoughts. Anyways, chapter six will be up sometime this week. Probably Saturday or Sunday. Please R&R! I want to know what you think! I don't want to threaten posting chapters, but I want more reviews to know people like my story! BTW: Wish Harry Potter a happy birthday!