Star tried to fight back the creatures, but to no avail. They were very good at swordplay, and were able to block every single one of her attacks. She just needed to give herself an opening. Something that would catch them off guard. But what? She drug her Keyblade back across the sand in thought as she prepared to swing at the creatures again. Suddenly, she got an idea. She smiled evilly. With a huge stroke of the Keyblade, she kicked a cloud of sand up into the air, blinding the creatures. Taking the opportunity, she swung the Keyblade with full force three times, managing to strike each creature across the chest. She half-expected the creatures to heal themselves like the one had when it was impaled with its comrade's sword, but when the sand cleared, she saw the three creatures disappear in puffs of purple smoke.
"That's right!" she exclaimed triumphantly. "Don't mess with Star, or you're in for a beating!"
As she walked over to where the chest was, she saw Jack, Will, and Elizabeth already standing over it, frowning. When Star walked over, she saw why. There was a hole in the sand where the chest had been, but the chest was missing. Inscribed in the sand in elaborate script were the words You're too late, Sparrow.
Jack's eyes narrowed in anger. "Jones."
Star was angry. "C'mon, Jack, he couldn't have gotten far, let's get back to the Pearl."
Jack nodded, and the four headed for the boat. They paddled back out to the Black Pearl. Once back aboard the Pearl, Jack was ready to pursue Davy Jones. Or, at least, he would have been, had he known where Jones was. He pondered for a moment, and looked up at the sails. Watching them blow, he had an idea.
"Mr. Gibbs!"
"Aye, Captain?"
"The Dutchman is infamous for stalking its prey against the wind, is it not?"
"Aye, Captain, it is, but I don't see how…"
"Perhaps we should do the same. Follow the wind, and we'll find the Dutchman."
"But Captain, we can't possibly move as fast as the Dutchman against the wind!"
"You leave that to me, Mr. Gibbs." Jack looked over at Star, who was holding the Keyblade, and smirked. "Star, my friend. I have a proposition for you."
Jack walked over to Star, and explained his plan.
"So you see, Star, if you were to control the wind with that little Key of yours, we could catch up to the Dutchman."
"Jack, I don't know the first thing about magic."
"Hold that thought."
Jack quickly ran into his cabin, and ran back out, carrying a small book. The title was Magic of the Ages: Unlocking the Key. It had a picture of the Keyblade on it.
"What is this?" asked Star.
"It is a book, written by one Sora, on his experiences with using the Keyblade."
Star raised an eyebrow. "And how did you come across this book?"
"Not important. Just open it."
"By the time I've read the book, Jones will be miles and miles away!"
Jack just stared at her blankly. "Read?"
"Yes, read. That's normally what you do with books. You read them."
"Star, I'm disappointed. I would have thought the savior of worlds would be a little smarter than that." He smirked, held the book up to her, and opened it so that the pages faced her.
Suddenly, a greenish light burst from the book, engulfing Star, nearly causing everyone on deck who was watching to have a seizure. Jack, who had a very triumphant smile on his face, closed the book and laughed quietly for a second. "So, Star. How do you feel?"
Star swung the Keyblade slowly, concentrating on it. Small electric sparks slowly ran across it, causing little flames to flicker. The wind began to blow a little harder, and the sea splashed up against the deck.
Star smiled, her eyes narrowing almost evilly. "I feel like catching up to Davy Jones."
Jack smirked. "Excellent."
Star pointed the Keyblade at the sails of the Pearl, and let loose a mighty swing. The Pearl moved faster than it seemed any boat could travel, and it wasn't long until the Flying Dutchman was in their sight.
"There it is, my friends. The Flying Dutchman. I think it's time we paid our friend Mr. Jones a little visit."
Star swung the Keyblade at the sails again, and they were parallel to the Dutchman. Jack took the opportunity to walk up to the starboard side of the deck and look upon the ship. "Oy! Jones! Come out for a moment! I've got a bone to pick with you!"
Jack laughed and turned around to tell Star what to do next, but instead found Davy Jones himself standing directly in front of his nose.
"It's been too long, Sparrow. You know you've a debt to pay."
"Yes, about that. I don't think I owe you that debt."
"Excuse me?" Davy Jones walked toward Sparrow, backing him into the rails of the ship. He pointed his huge, clawed hand at Jack while his face tentacles wriggled violently, showing his anger. "You've been Captain of the Black Pearl for thirteen years. THAT was our agreement."
"Well, see," Jack attempted to weasel his way out, "actually, I was ACTUALLY only Captain for two years, and then I was VICIOUSLY mutineed upon."
"Well, then you were a POOR Captain, but a Captain nonetheless. Did you not introduce yourself for all those years as 'CAPTAIN JACK SPARROW'?"
Davy Jones laughed evilly.
"Well, I…"
"You're not going to talk yourself out of this one, Sparrow. One soul, bound to serve a hundred years."
"Excuse me? Is there a problem here?" asked Star arrogantly.
"Stay out of this, little girl, this isn't your affair."
Davy Jones waved his clawed hand in the air, and several strange sea creatures appeared.
"Heartless! Restrain the girl!"
Star smirked. This 'Jones' wasn't very bright. All the more fun for her.
