Urgh, my gawd. I am slap-bang in the middle of SATs week at my school. ICKY! My mind is full of all sorts of formulae and equations so if the writing's a tad iffy, that's why.

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PIRATEical ELF of Mirkwood: Love the name!

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ONWARDS.

The door to the shack opened with a creak, revealing the oddest place Amy seen. Jars of goodness knows what hung from the ceiling, glinting from the light of dozens of flickering candles. A large yellow snake with curled around a wooden pole in the room, holding the roof up.

Sitting at a table, bending over a selection of crab claws she had was Tia Dalma.

"Jack Sparrow." She greeted him as he entered.

"Tia Dalma." He replied stopping suddenly so he didn't get hit on the head by a jar of eyeballs.

"I always knew the wind was going to blow you back to me one day." Tia said happily.

"Yeah, when he needs help." Amy mumbled.

Tia's eyes fixed on Will.

"You!" She said walking over to him, "You have a touch of destiny about you, William Turner!"

"He does?" Amy said,

"You know me?" Will asked.

"You want to know me?" She said flirtily.

"Oh god..." Amy put her head in her hands.

Jack came to her rescue.

"There'll be no knowing here!" He said loudly, stepping in between them. "We've come for help and we're not leaving without it. I thought I knew you..." He lead her away from Will.

Amy caught sight of a very familiar looking hat sitting on a ledge. She stared at it and tried to remember where she had seen it or who it had belonged to.

"Not so well as I had hoped...come!" Tia said.

"Come!" Jack pulled her away from the hat and sat her down at the table next to Will.

"What service may I do you?" She asked, stroking Will's cheek.

Amy edged her chair slightly away, rolling her eyes.

"You know I demand payment?"

"I brought payment."

"I do hope you aren't talking about me, Jack Sparrow." Amy warned him.

"No, much more better," he said for the second time that movie and held up a small cage with the monkey in it. "Look!" He said getting out his pistol and shooting the monkey "An undead monkey! Top that!"

Tia flicked open the cage door and the monkey leapt out screeching and scurried into another room.

"You've no idea how long it took us to catch that." Gibbs said, annoyed.

"Yeah, I'm surprised I'm still alive with the amount of monkey bites I got." Amy shook back her sleeve to show.

"The payment is fair." Tia said.

"We're looking for this." Will put the drawing of the key on the table. "And what it goes to."

Tia gazed at it. "The compass you barter from me, it cannot lead you to this?"

"Maybe...why?"

Amy wondered for a moment what his compass pointed to instead of the key. She made a mental note to ask him later.

"Ayyye...Jack Sparrow does not know what he wants!" Tia taunted. "Or do you know but loathe to claim it as your own?"

Jack turned away.

"Your key go to a chest. And it what lay inside the chest you seek, dont it?"

"What is inside?" Gibbs asked.

"Gold? Jewels? Unclaimed properties of a valuable nature?" Pintel suggested.

"Chocolate?" Amy chimed in.

"Nothing...bad, I hope." Ragetti said quietly.

"Yeah, like Snickers." Amy pulled a disgusted face.

"You know of Davy Jones?" Tia said.

Amy rolled her eyes again. She could feel a soppy story coming on.

"A man of the sea. A great sailor. Until he ran afoul of that which vexes all men."

"What vexes all men?"

"What indeed." Tia smiled.

"The sea!"

"Sums!"

"The dichotomy of good and evil!"

"Being stuck in a movie!" Amy added. Everyone stared at her.

"A woman!" Jack said impatiently.

"A woman." Tia repeated, "'E fell in love."

"Nonono, I heard it was the SEA he fell in love with." Gibbs corrected.

Amy grinned. She had the feeling Gibbs didn't like the fact that Tia knew more baout this than he did since he knows everything.

"Same story, different versions." Tia said, waving her hand impatiently. "And all are true! You see, it was a woman as changing and harsh and untameable as the sea. Him never stopped loving her. But the pain it cause him was too much for him to live with, but not enough to cause him to die."

"What exactly did he put in the chest?" Will said sounding annoyed.

"Him heart."

"Literally or figuratively?" Ragetti asked.

"He couldn't literally put his heart in a chest!" Pintel snapped at him.

"Well, you two couldn't literally be undead pirates." Amy reasoned.

"You cant literally be from 2006!" Pintel argued back.

"You cant literally say that unless you have proof!"

"You two are literally getting on my nerves!" Jack said loudly. Pintel and Amy stopped arguing and hushed. Jack nodded for Tia to go on.

"It was not worth feeling what fleeting joy life bring so him carve out him heart, lock it away in a chest and hide the chest from the world. The key, 'e keep with him at all times."

Will stood up and stood face to face with Jack.

"You knew this!" He said angrily.

"I did not!" Jack retorted, "I didn't know where the key was, but now we do! So all that's left is to climb aboard the Flying Dutchman (AN: Davy Jones' Crocodile machine or whatever the thing's called, what's the bloody thing called?), grab the key and you go back to Port Royal and save your bonny lass, eh?"

"But Jack, didn't she say that he keeps the key WITH him-" Amy began but Jack stepped on her foot.

"Let me see your hand!" Tia called to him suddenly.

Reluctantly, Jack let her undo the cloth wrapped around his palm. She took it away to reveal an ugly black mark on his hand.

"The black spot!" Gibbs gasped, turning round and spitting on the floor. Pintel and Ragetti copied him. Amy scooted away next to Will to avoid being spit on.

"My eyesight's as good as ever just so you know!" Jack announced and Amy giggled. Tia withdrew to a back room and rummaged around in there. Jack took the opportunity to steal a large ring that lay on the table. She returned a few seconds later with a large jar filled with dirt.

"Davy Jones cannot make port. Cannot step on land but once every 10 years. Land is where you are safe, Jack Sparrow. So you will carry land with you."

She handed him the jar.

"Makes sense." Amy said.

"Dirt?" Jack said. "This is a jar of dirt."

"Yes."

"Is the jar of dirt going to help?" He asked, hopefully.

"If you dont want it, give it back." Tia said.

"No!" Jack turned away and hugged that jar to his chest.

"Then it helps."

"Big baby." Amy muttered.

"It seems," Will said reluctantly, "We have a need to find the Flying Dutchman."

Tia smiled and sat down at the table, scooping up the crab claws. She shook them in her hand.

"A touch of destiny!" She scattered them on the table.

"Double sixes?" Amy asked. They ignored her. Again.

Bloobitty bloo! New chapter soon if I ever survive these tests.

Love Kissus xxx