A/N Alright, moving on to chapter 3. Will be fairly long due to gotta get my groove on and get somewhat serious.

GOD OF WAR: FATES' DECREE

They set forth on towards their destination, Captain Jack at the helm, with Kratos close by, talking with Gibbs. Gibbs was busy taking in Kratos' stories.

"You really defeated a Kraken? It seems rightly unheard of and damn near impossible, I says!" Kratos glared. "You defy the God of War and accuse him of dishonesty?" Gibbs bit his lip.

"What I want to know," Jack cut in, waltzing up to the crouching Spartan, "Is have you ever been trapped on a desert island and gotten off by using your own human hair woven up and tied and latched onto sea turtles to escape certain impending death?" Jack gave him a weird eye look as he enunciated the th in death. Kratos snorted

"Have you ever climbed out of the underworld of Hades itself after being killed twice?"

Jack stood wide eyed and his eyes darted back and forth. "Well...actually I...well...um...kinda. I made a deal to escape the locker. Top that!"

Kratos snorted. "Ever killed a hydra?"

"Ever killed an undead pirate with a pistol?"

"Ever slaughtered a God?"

"Ever drank alot of rum and realize that you drank all the rum and are mad at yourself for drinking all the rum and then you realize you're the reason the rum is always gone?"

Kratos stood up and walked off, shaking his head at this idiot captain. Jack looked at Gibbs. "I win," he said cheerfully as he headed back to the helm. Gibbs could only smirk and he headed off to do his work.

They had anchored the boat off the coast and took the rowboat up river into the bog. Kratos looked slowly around, noticing it look similar to Euryale's bog and he took in the sight. Captain Jack stood, one knee up on the bow of the boat as he guided his men through the dense swamp to a dimly illuminated and cruddy wood home on stilts above the bog. They rowed to the side and departed it, leaving one crew member to mind the boat. Jack followed close by the Spartan led the others up the stairs and he slowly opened the door. Tia Dalma sat at the end of a table and looked up at them. She smiled as she saw Jack enter.

"Aye, Jack Sparrow. I've been a waiting for you to come and a see me once a more. Where ya been..." She stopped as she saw Kratos enter. Her eyes went wide. "What is a him doin here? You are not supposed to a be a here! You are supposed to be a dead and gone!"

Kratos flinched and pushed Jack out of the way, coming up to Tia Dalma and steeping right into her face. "What do you mean I am dead and gone! I stand before you now and demand you answer me!"

Tia Dalma stepped back and eyeballed Sparrow, almost as if cursing him. "You brought him into my presence, Jack Sparrow. Why"

Jack, at this point, was confused by the whole approach of things. He looked at Kratos, then Tia Dalma. "I had no idea you two had a love hate relationship betwigst you two. We were just hoping you could point us in the direction of ol Davy Jones."

Tia Dalma's eyes grew dark. Kratos could feel the rage coming off of her and in that instant he knew what she really was. "What is it you offer as payment for my services," she said coldly.

Kratos looked at her. "What is it you demand for payment."

Tia Dalma smiled wickedly at Kratos. "A heart." She enunciated the t in heart.

Kratos smirked. "Is that all," he asked as he took off one of his blades, threw it at a crew member, his blade sticking deep into his body. Kratos pulled him forth, blood pouring from the wound. As the man barely stood next to him, Kratos used his other hand to rip into the crew member's chest and pulled his heart out from the bloody body. The body convulsed and his body fell to the ground, crimson flowing from the hole. He dropped the heart onto the table. "Here is your heart, Goddess." Tia Dalma again glared at him before picking up her crab bones and throwing them onto the table.

As Jack led the others to the row boat, Kratos stepped back into the hut. "It's been a long time, Amphitrite."

Tia Dalma glared at him. "I am no longer known by that. You may call me Calypso."

"Why are you here, what has happened to the Gods?"

"They are all destroyed and you were supposed to be with them."

"Why was I supposed to be with them? Tell me now!"

"You will rot Kratos! You will rot for all your treachery!!"

Kratos, having heard enough, hurled his blades at her, cleaving her head clean off and watching the blood shoot up into the air and gently land upon her bosom, table, and floor. He snorted and left the cabin. Upon returning to the boat, the other's looked at him puzzled. Kratos looked up at them. "She gives us her best wishes."

Back aboard the Black Pearl, they began towards their destination. Kratos sat on the stern of the ship, thinking about what Amphitrite had said. "They are all destroyed and you were supposed to be with them," her words echoed through his mind. What did she mean, he wondered. Jack did not leave him alone with his thoughts for long.

"What's got you down in the brig, mate? I thought you'd be happy we are finally on our way."

Kratos looked up at him. "It's none of your concern, Captain. Just tell me when we'll reach the Dutchman."

Jack frowned and waltzed off. Suddenly, a voice rose from the crow's nest.

"Dutchman off the port bow!"

Kratos sat up and looked into the distance as a massive ship broke the surface of the water. He grinned a little as the ship headed towards them. The ship looked as if it had the head of a great beast on it's front and water poured forth from all it's openings as the ship sailed toward the Pearl. Jack swallowed hard and grew slightly uneasy. Kratos could only look on with anticipation at meeting the so called Devil of the Seas.

The Dutchman slowed to a stop next to the Pearl and then, without warning, The crew members began coming through the Pearl, coming out of the deck and the walls and surrounding the crew. The crew remained stunned and scared, all except Kratos and Jack, who was only shaking. Then, as if a wave of uneasy sadness and anger came upon the ship, Davy Jones staggered on board. He looked around, his tentacles slapping around as he looked. Then he saw Captain Sparrow and immediately grinned.

"Jack Sparrow," he said smoothly as he began to trudge to the top of the boat, "You have a debt to me." He held his crab claw out towards Jack's neck, when Kratos intervened.

"You're the one known as Davy Jones, the so called Devil of the Seas?"

Davy Jones lowered his claw and eyed Kratos.

"Ah, what fortuitous circumstance be this! Never in my years did I believe I would meet the legendary Ghost of Sparta!"

Kratos eyes grew a little wider. "You have heard of me?"

Davy Jones laughed as he began to slowly circle Kratos. "Who hasn't heard of the legendary man who slayed a god?"

Jack raised his hand. "I haven't," he said quietly.

Jones and Kratos both looked at him, then back at each other. "So, what brings you to meet me here upon the seas of my time, Ghost of Sparta?"

Kratos turned to him. "Jack has told me that you may be able to get me back to my own time. He stated that if I were to slay you, I could return to my own realm and finish what I began."

Davy Jones glared at Jack. "You're trying to kill me Sparrow?" He began laughing as Jack began to back up. "You cannot kill what is immortal, Sparrow."

Kratos smirked. "Not so true."

Jones turned to Kratos. "You cannot kill me. And if you try, I will have you kneel on your marrow bones and beg for death," he said, enunciating th th in death.

Kratos stamped his foot down. "Devil! Tell me how to reach my time! I demand to know!"

Jones laughed and then eyeballed the Spartan once again. "You do not control time here Spartan. You are merely a Ghost in a realm that is beyond your comprehension. The times have changed. You are no longer the God you were before, or even the mortal you were before. Your family would be disappointed in your vain efforts." He turned back to Jack. "Now Sparrow, time to pay your debt."

Suddenly, a large blade erupted from Davy Jones' stomach, throwing bits of coral, muck, and red blood onto Sparrow who began to dance around trying to throw it off.. Kratos yanked the Dutchman's captain back to him, ripped the blade from him, then grabbed, and hurled him off of the Pearl, Jones roaring as he fell. The rest of the Dutchman's crew began to attack the crew and the Pearl began to fight back. Jack, still shaking from the muck, grabbed his sword and ran down the steps to engage the enemy. Meanwhile, Kratos withdrew his blades and lept off onto the floor, taking out several Dutchman members. Kratos slashed and fought his way through the crew, impaling them, amputating them, and throwing them from the ship. The other crew members did the same, getting a boost of adrenaline from Kratos' fury. Kratos roared as he split another Dutchman member in half vertically, letting the blood and mucus cover the Pearl's floor. Kratos then looked over at Jack.

"Get us away from here, Captain!"

Jack nodded as he ran another Pirate through and headed for the helm. He started to move the ship away from the Dutchman, just as the last of the Dutchman's crew was forced off. Half of the Pearl's crew met their end, the floor of the ship looking sickening red and covered with limbs and blood, and bodies. The Black Pearl began to take it's leave as Jones re appeared on his ship. He looked at his remaining crew and grew angry.

"Call forth The Kraken!!!"

Davy Jones' crew set to work, rotating the massive wheel, the Hammer of the Kraken raising higher and higher until it hit the deck hard, the waves of sound bursting forth across the ocean. Davy Jones smiled sadistically.

"Kratos, do you fear death," he chuckled to himself.

A/N Alright folks! Hope you're enjoying yourselves thus far! Be sure to read and review and tune in for the next section to see where this story leads!!!