Star made quick work of the Heartless that Davy Jones had commanded to restrain her. As the last Heartless burst into purple flame, Davy Jones took a cautious step back. Perhaps he needed to rethink his strategy here.

Star smirked. "Hand over the chest, Jones, if you want to keep your life."

"I don't think so, lass. Before this is over, Jack Sparrow will be a part of my Heartless crew, and you're powerless to stop me."

Jack raised a finger in protest. "Don't I have any say in this at all?"

Star and Jones turned to Jack and angrily shouted, "NO!"

Jack stepped back, defeated. "Well, then."

Star charged Jones while he was distracted, but he dodged the attack by jumping backward. She showed Jones the Keyblade by slashing it through the air, trying to intimidate him.

Jones simply laughed. "What fortuitous circumstance be this?! Here I am, commander of a crew of Heartless, with none other than the Master of the Keyblade but inches from my grasp!" He pulled out a sword. "Ye may be the chosen one, lass, but ye won't be beatin' me."

Star smiled widely. "We'll just see about that."

She attacked with the Keyblade, and Jones parried, sending the end of the blade harmlessly to the side. He then attempted a stabbing move, which Star effortlessly dodged by rolling to the right, then turned her dodge into an attack by bringing the Keyblade up with her hand as she righted herself. Jones was too slow to stop the blade from removing one of the many tentacles from his face. He screamed in pain.

Star laughed, and brought the Keyblade around for a horizontal swing, which Jones was only able to jump back to dodge, cutting a small piece of cloth from his coat. "Too slow, squid-man."

Davy Jones cursed, and walked into one of the walls of the Black Pearl's cabin. He disappeared.

Back on his ship, Jones prepared to retreat. He looked back at the Pearl, which was right next to the Dutchman. "That accursed girl will be the death of me yet. We need to put some distance between us and the Pearl. We need to…wait. Where's…"

Suddenly, Jones saw a smirking pirate jump aboard a small boat that was itself headed for the Black Pearl. As the man climbed up to the deck, Jones cursed more loudly. "SPARROW!"

Star smiled triumphantly as Jack walked up to her with his usual swagger. "You got the chest, then?"

Jack pulled the Dead Man's Chest out from behind his back. "Of course. He's not the brightest of pirates, is he?"

Star laughed. "That's what I was counting on. Now what do I do?"

Jack set the chest on the deck and scratched his head. "You know, I'm not entirely sure. I can't remember a thing about how Sora used to do this stuff."

Star was about to say something when suddenly, the Keyblade emitted a metallic noise. Suddenly, the chest lifted itself in the air. A beam appeared from the chest, which revealed a little symbol in the air. A Keyhole. Star lifted the Keyblade, which emitted a beam of its own, locking the Keyhole.

Star smiled as she lowered the Keyblade. "Well, I guess that's what I'm supposed to do."

"Glad I could help," said Jack. "However, I'm afraid that my services don't come cheap. I'm going to have to ask that…Wait. What's that noise?"

Back on the Flying Dutchman, which was now retreating, Davy Jones was very upset at the loss of the door to darkness in his world. He yelled at his Heartless crew, who were gathered around a wheel-like contraption, spinning it around and raising a clublike attachment. "Let no joyful voice be heard! Let no man look up at the sky with hope, and let this day be cursed by we who dare to summon….THE KRAKEN!"

Suddenly, the clublike attachment dropped to the deck, emitting a reverberating noise that seemed to disrupt the sea itself. Davy Jones smiled.

Star frowned. "I have a bad feeling about this, Jack."

Suddenly, the ship shook.

Jack's heart sank. "It's Jones' terrible beastie. The Kraken. It's here."

"What the heck is a Kra….aa…aaa….KRAKEN!?" Star exclaimed, as the enormous tentacles of the Kraken worked their way up the sides of the ship.

As the tentacles attempted to grab Star, she used the Keyblade to cut off two fairly quickly, but as she was about to slice a third, another one snaked up behind her and grasped her firmly around the leg. It attempted to pull her off the ship, but she grabbed hold of the wooden mast. She held on with one hand as she attempted not to let go of the Keyblade.

"JACK!" she screamed helplessly. "HELP ME! PLEASE, HELP ME!"

Jack walked up to Star, but hesitated. He looked in the hand that wasn't holding the mast. There it was. After all this time, the Keyblade was right there, finally in his grasp. After all the hard work he did learning all he could about it, so that he could wield it. All he needed to do was to reach out and take it. The Keyblade was his. He reached out his hand.

Star's grip on the mast loosened. "Jack! Help!"

Star closed her eyes, and her hand slipped. However, the tentacle wasn't pulling her away. She still felt its tug, but it was as if she was still holding on for dear life. But how? She opened her eyes. There was Jack. He'd grabbed her hand just below the Keyblade, and was pulling her away from the Kraken. Using his free hand, he grabbed his pistol from its holster and fired into the tentacle, which let go instantly, writhing in pain. Star fell to the deck.

Instead of thanking Jack, Star instantly got up and ran to the port side of the ship. She screamed in frustration, and the Keyblade emitted a horrible amount of lightning, which headed straight for the exposed tentacles of the Kraken. The Kraken shook violently for a moment, being electrocuted, then went limp.

The tentacles, with no muscle driving them anymore, fell lifelessly to the deck of the Pearl.

Jack stood in amazement. "You did it, luv. You beat the Kraken."

Star turned around, and walked up to him. She held out her hand. Jack extended his, and she shook it. "Thank you, Jack. Thank you for saving me."

Jack smiled. "It was nothing."

Star held out the Keyblade. "I guess you'll be wanting payment for your services, then?" she asked disappointedly.

Jack placed his hand on the Keyblade, but instead of grabbing it, pushed it away. "No, I don't think so. As much as I want that blade, I can see it's in far more capable hands right now. Go on, Star. Go save the world."

Star smiled. It seemed the old pirate had a heart after all. As she bid her new friends farewell, she removed the gummi ship's compressed form and threw it out to the ocean, where it instantly transformed back to its original shape. She jumped inside, and waved goodbye. Then, she zoomed off into the sky.