Hello my reviewers!! Thanks so much for the new reviews, even if there are only 3 at the moment for chapter 2. I know I said that I'd wait for 5 reviews, but I'll cut you all some slack this time. However, the next update MUST BE IN 5 REVIEWS, okay? I will refuse to update this unless I get 5 more reviews. Savvy? Now, to answer your reviews:

To golfgoddess93, thanks for reviewing. I'm sorry, but I don't have hotmail, I have a yahoo account. I wouldn't know what a whitelist is. I apologize. Perhaps you can ask somebody who has a hotmail account, but I don't know anybody who does . . . do I? Hmmmm . . . (thinking) Aw, whatever, thanks for reviewing!

To FeatherGirl13, Thanks for reviewing! I'm glad you like the story! I don't really know how I thought of the escape from the Kraken . . . it just kinda came to me. I was like, "Oh, man, should I have the Kraken Attack? Yeah, that'd be good. But how will they escape? Wait! What if . . ." Sorry, I won't give away any secrets! But, have you read my other POTC fanfic, 'Ode to the Heartless'? And do you remember how in this fic I said one pairing would be a one-sided DaveyxOC? There's a tie to the two fics, sorta. You can try to guess, but I'm making it a surprise. ;-)

To Phantom's Bride, Thanks so much! You're the first reviewer to be a continuous reviewer for this fanfic, and for that, I give you Kudos, whatever those are. I think it mich be a health bar, but I'll give you Snickers instead:D I think they taste better!

Thank you to all my reviewers! This mught be a short chapter, but I will continue this fanfic for 5 REVIEWS NEXT TIME! On with the story!

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Call of the Sea

Chapter 3: The Phantom in Her Dreams

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"Jack!" she cried. A giant tentacle reach up out of the sea, an unconscious Jack in its grasp. She cried and begged for it to release him; who would captain the ship? It wasn't her ship, she couldn't do it, could she?

"Please, let him go! Let him go!" she shrieked. Another tentacle rose out of the ocean, and another, and another, and then the Kraken's great bulk rose, glaring down at her. Large yellowy eyes bore down on her, and she stared, horrified.

This was it, she would just let Jack die? And where were the crew? Had they abandoned ship long ago? She didn't even know.

The silhouette of a person stood on the top of the Kraken. Marina couldn't make out any features, just a dark shadow amidst the dark sky and the fog drifting around. With a silent command, the figure ordered the Kraken to bring Jack closer to him. The tentacle holding Jack brought the pirate level with its master. Jack creaked an eye open, true and utter defeat showing on his face; failure. Jack had failed.

In a rusty, seaworn voice, the figure asked, "Do you feeeeelll death?"

With a short nod of the head, Jack succumbed. Marina watched in horror as the strange figure laughed, horribly and maniacally, and the tentacle began to slowly drag Jack down to the depths.

"No! Jack!" she called, reaching a hand out. Jack looked at her, that same failing look in his eyes, before slipping back into unconsciousness. The Kraken, the figure, and Jack, all slipped under the crashing, barbaric waves, and the storm the ship sailed under grew ever more fierce.

"No, Jack, come back!!!" she cried. She dropped to her knees, and looked out over the ocean in defeat. Before she blanked out, she saw the silhouette of a ship.

A ship with dark sails . . .

Marina awoke with a start, sitting straight up in bed, and trembling in fear. She glanced warily around the room, shaking lightly. She reached over, grabbing a candle and lighting the oil lamp swinging above her head. The room filled with a dim orange light. She swung her legs over the edge of the bed and glared down at her bare feet.

That dream was strange. She'd never had one like it. It . . . frightened her. What could it possibly mean?

Glancing around, she found her boots, tugging them on. She stood, walking to the door of her quarters and going out into the cool night air.

Marina walked to the edge of the ship, glancing out over the railing. The dark sea rolled out before her . . . the wind blowing through her hair . . . the smell of the salt in the ocean assaulting her nose . . .

She breathed in and let it out in a sigh. She just needed some air, and she would be fine. That's all.

But what had happened with the Kraken before? How had they escaped? She vaguely wondered how they'd both made it out with their lives.

Wait, it was coming to her. What had saved them was . . .

A waterspout?

She shook her head. Really. A waterspout saved them? 'Think logically, Marina!' she told herself, 'You're going nuts, now.'

But . . . a waterspout had saved them, hadn't it? Or was the entire crew and her just dreaming? If that was the case, the entire Kraken thing and her ship . . . was that all a dream? No, too coincidental.

Thinking back to before the Kraken incident, she thought of Jack. He really seemed disappointed when she said she had to leave with her own ship. Did he want her to stay with them? Did he like her? But, no, he was just drunk. It was too early for such a relationship between them.

She sighed, the cool, night air whirling softly about her face. Why was she lying to herself? Jack was jittery, and he'd saved her, almost at the cost of his own life, and he was relieved when she didn't return the feelings Vic had for her. Weren't those all signs pointing to the fact that maybe they had something together?

Jack was handsome, he was brave, he was so many things. Could she admit to herself that she did, in fact, like him more than she let on? Sighing, she thought of many different things. No, their relationship couldn't be. Pirates like them didn't just go all lovey-dovey and suddenly elope in the middle of the ocean, then dock at some sandy island and skip, merrily, through the sand and get dead drunk until they eventually made love in the middle of the night and created a pirate son . . . Or did they?

Woah. Marina blinked. Where had that come from? She shook her head. Get AWAY from those thoughts. Stay away.

On the subject of her dream, why had Jack looked so resigned to his death at the hands of the Kraken? Why had he not fought back? Who was that mysterious figure inquiring in Jack was, indeed, ready to die? Where these signs? Were they future events? Was she to interpret them?

Ugh. She groaned, placing her hands on the sides of her head and staring down at the ocean. Her head was pounding with so many questions. She wretched and threw up over the side of the ship. She did this two more times, shaking like a leaf.

"Not got yer sealegs back, have ye?" a voice asked. Marina turned, slowly, shakily, to see Captain Jack standing on the steps, above his cabin. A blanket was thrown about his shoulders.

"Captain Sparrow," Marina said, wiping spit from her mouth. "Ye shouldn't be up and about yet. Ye still should be lyin' down."

Jack shrugged. "Worse comes to worse, I'll faint an' have you carrying me back to me cabin, savvy? Don't be tellin' Gibbs that I'm up."

Marina nodded and went back to staring out at the rolling sea.

"Ironic, isn't it?"

She turned back, questioning, "What is?"

"Yer a captain, and yet ye have no sealegs."

"I'l just tired, Captain Sparrow," Marina replied, "I'll feel much better when we dock." She turned back and muttered, "IF we dock." She could hear the tramping of boots on the wood panneling, and felt the back of Jack's hand nudge her shoulder. She glanced at it. He held out a bottle of rum to her. She gratefully accepted it, taking a long swig of the drink. She turned her body around, slumping to the floor and letting her back rest against the ship's edge.

"It's amazing, isn't it?"

Marina looked at the captain again. "What now?"

Jack continued to gaze out over the sea, hands on his hips as he took a deep breath. Marina looked at his face. He looked so brave, so adventurous, so handsome. She loved that look.

"The sea," Jack replied, "How long can we go on this ocean in this tiny boat and now lose our sanity?"

"Whatever sanity we may have left," Marina muttered. Jack looked down at her. He frowned.

"You aren't upset that I grabbed your chest, are ye?"

"A sane woman might be," Marina laughed. She looked up at him again. "But ye were tryin' to help me, and for that I am grateful. Ye saved me back there, Jack."

"We all have to move on, some day," Jack said, lending her a hand, "It's best to let things that have gone, go. Otherwise, if yer too attached, ye might just go along with them." Marina smiled, took his hand, and was lifted to her feet. She handed him the rest of the rum.

"Thank ye, Captain," Marina said.

"Call me Jack," the man-pirate said.

They both stared at one another for a while, before Marina lowered her gaze. He watched as she strode, slowly, past him, back to her cabin. She gazed at him one last time. "Good night, Jack," she said, before going inside.

Jack gazed back at her, a small 'Captain Jack' smile tugging at his lips. He gave a sigh-like laugh, and looked back out over the ocean, lost in his own thoughts.

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Thanks for reviewing! Now, please review this chapter! Next one comes out when I get more ideas. I need some. The Phantom was pretty easy to figure out, right? Please review and send in Ideas. I need them, desperately. I don't want the plot bunnies to attack me again!