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Lightning flashed and rain pounded onto the deck, soaking Amy to the skin.
"That's the Flying Dutchman?" Will said in disbelief looking out at the half sunken ship.
"You cant argue with the crab claws, Will." Amy said to him.
"She doesn't look like much."
"Neither do you." Jack said to him. "Or her for that matter." He nodded at Amy. "Do not underestimate her."
He nudged Gibbs who said "Must've run afoul of the reef."
Jack turned back to Will. "So what's your plan, then?"
"I row over and search the ship til I find your bloody key."
"And if there are crewmen?"
"I cut down anyone in my path." He finished, walking off.
"I like it." Said Jack. "Simple, easy to remember."
"Riddled with potential flaws, though." Amy said but no-one heard her.
"Your chariot awaits you, sire!" Ragetti cackled as Will got into the dangerously bobbing boat.
"Oi!" Jack called down to him, "If you do happen to get captured, just say Jack Sparrow sent you to settle his debt! Might save your life!"
"Yeah, but for how long though?" Amy asked.
Jack ignored her and said "Douse the lamps."
One by one, the lamps went out and they more or less in complete darkness. Suddenly, another ship burst out of the water. It's front was shaped like a crocodile mouth, teeth and all.
Amy gulped. She walked over to Jack, who was at the rail with his eye glued to the telescope.
"How long is this going to take?" She asked him, shivering in her sodden coat.
"As long as it needs to." He replied, not taking his eye away from the telescope.
"Can I have a look?"
"No."
"I wanna see! I wanna see!"
Jack sighed and gave her the telescope. She held it to her eye and looked around.
There on the ship she saw Will fighting the sea monster pirates. Amy couldn't see but somehow he lit his sword alight and threatened them with it. It worked well enough until she saw him get whacked in the head. He dropped to the deck and out of sight.
"They've got Will." She said.
"What? I wanna see, I wanna see!" Jack said, snatching back the telescope.
"Oi!"
"Pirate."
"Yeah? ME TOO!" Amy shrieked, taking it back again and dancing out of reach. In all this squabbling neither of them had noticed that it had stopped raining.
Jack whipped out his pistol and held it at the giggling Amy. She scowled and held the telescope out to him reluctantly.
"Cheater. Yeah, yeah, I know 'pirate'!" She said sarcastically.
Jack put the telescope back up to his eye. He seemed to tense up slightly and Davy Jones suddenly appeared right in front of him. Amy leapt backwards in shock only to bump into another pirate in Davy's crew, the pirate who's head was a conch shell. Shellhead gripped the back of Amy's coat and held a barnacle covered sword to her throat.
"Bugger." She choked.
"Oh." Jack said simply.
"Oh?" Amy cried out, wanting Jack to say something clever to get them out of this situation.
"You have a debt to pay." Said Davy Jones. "You've been captain of the Black Pearl for 13 years, that was our agreement!" He strode towards Jack who backed away slightly.
"Technically I was only captain for 2 years then I was viciously mutinied upon."
"Then you were a poor captain but a captain nonetheless!" Davy carried on. "Have you not inroduced yourself all these years as Captain Jack Sparrow?"
Amy thought he had a point.
"You have my payment. One sould to serve on your ship is already over there."
"One soul is not equal to another!" Jones barked.
"Aha! So we've established my proposal is sound in principal, now we're just haggling over a price."
"Price?" Repeated Jones.
"Aye," Said Jack, "There's another one over there as well." He gestured towards Amy. Jones swaggered over to her and peered right in her face. A tentacle reached up and touched her chin, sending a wave of chills shooting through her.
"A young one, Sparrow." Jones remarked, and Amy stopped herself from retching at the smell of fish from his breath. "So much life left to live. Barely equal to quarter of a soul."
"Just how many souls d'you think my soul is worth?" Jack asked.
"Just half of one." Amy thought, feeling slightly bitter.
"One hundred souls...three days."
"Dont make him feel too special there." Mumbled Amy, worrying about Jack's ego.
Jack spread his arms, "You're a diamond, mate. Send me back the boy and I'll get started right off...ah..." He turned to walk away only to be faced with angry sea-pirates.
"I keep the boy! A good faith payment. That only gives you ninety-nine more to go!" He laughed.
"Have you not met Will Turner?" Jack said, walking back towards Jones. "He's noble, heroic..."
"Terrific soprano." Amy added.
"Worth at least four! Well, three and a half. And did we happen to mention...'e's in love...with a girl...due to be married...betrothed..." Amy could see the words affecting Jones. His eyes grew misty and even slightly watery and his expression softened. "Dividing him from her and her from him would only be half as cruel as actually allowing them to be joined in holy matrimony...eh?"
Jones seemed to pull himself together. "I keep the boy...ninety-nine souls." He repeated. "But I wonder, Sparrow. Can you live with this? Can you condemn an innocent man, a friend, to a life of servitude in your name while you roam free?"
Jack appeared to think about this before cheerfully saying "Yep! I'm good with it."
Amy rolled her eyes.
"Shall we seal it in blood or..err...ink?"
Jones grabbed Jack's hand with his slimy tentacles and growled "Three days."
Amy felt the pressure release on the back of her coat as the pirates melted away.
"Mister Gibbs?" Jack said.
"Aye?"
"I feel sullied and unusual..." Jack said vaguely. Amy stepped back slightly for fear that he was going to be sick.
"How do you intend to harvest these ninety nine souls in three days?"
"Fortunately, he was mum the condition in which these souls need be."
"Ahh Tortuga?"
"Tortuga." Jack agreed, wiping slime on Amy's shirt.
Well that's that. Grr, it's hard to get Amy some lines in there. Or maybe I'm just out of practice. Meh.
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