Author's Note: I feel like a broken record when I say this but I'm so so so so so so so so SO sorry for the long wait in the update...hey that rhymed! ^^ Anyway thank you to Pup-of-Power, QueenOfWeird1995, supercalifragilisticexpalidoc, and johnnydeppluver89 for the reviews, you guys know reviews will always make me smile. Of course thank you ThePurpleness as well for listening to me bitch so much about all my many worries about how this and the next chapter (wink wink) will turn out. On with the chapter!

Alina followed behind Jack to the upper deck reluctantly as she realized she had found herself distracted, just as she promised herself she wouldn't do, and had forgotten to speak with Jack of his plan and how he planned to get Will back safe and sound. She had not had the chance to sneak a look into the cards he held and whether or not the hand would hold or fall through and that thought scared her more than anything else she had discovered thus far. This was a time where Jack could not afford to lose even one hand in the game and she had a strong feeling he was about to lose two.

"That's the Flying Dutchman?" Will asked in disbelief when he saw that Jack and Alina had joined everyone else on deck. He shuddered to think what they were doing in private. "She doesn't look like much!" He called over the storm after looking at Gibbs who nodded his head like one of those idiotic wooden birds that dip for water in a little bucket.

"Neither do you!" Jack replied moving closer, "Do not underestimate her."

"Musta run afoul of the reef." Gibbs answered after being elbowed sharply in the ribs by Jack. Alina glared at Mr. Gibbs as he was obviously in on the plan and then scoffed at Will who failed to notice the exchange in front of him and also failed to notice that Jack had once again cleverly evaded the question being asked.

"So what's your plan then?" Jack asked, turning to look at Will after looking slightly sheepishly in Alina's direction.

Will rolled his eyes as if the answer were so painfully obvious, "I row over, search the ship until I find your bloody key!"

"If there are crewman?" Alina asked from his other side, her face clearly showing her worry for him yet her loyalty to Jack not willing to sell him out.

"I cut down anyone in my path." Will answered her clearly indicating with his tone of voice that he knew there was something she was not telling him before walking off to the dinghy that awaited him.

"I like it," Jack nodded looking between Alina and Gibbs, "simple, easy to remember." He then left them to follow him as he followed Will.

Alina quickly realized that Pintel and Raghetti were not as stupid as she had originally pinned them for. Pintel was wearing an oily grin as he watched his cackling friend hold the dinghy long enough for Will to get in.

"Your chariot awaits you sire!" He joked. Alina was sickened and felt like making him kiss the gunner's daughter.

"Oy!" Jack called over the side before Raghetti could push Will out to open water, "If you do happen to get captured, just say Jack Sparrow sent you to settle his debt! Might save your life!" On the off-chance the old fish-face did allow Jack to trade his soul for Will's, he was free to go and could then retrieve the chest with no other thoughts plaguing him, he could then barter the kid's life back and Alina would be happy. On the more realistic chance that Jones would not acquiesce, the boy's life was still safe and Alina wouldn't kill him...yet. That being said he turned to Gibbs and muttered, "Douse the lamps."

All rushed to do as he said...all but Alina, who stood still on the deck, staring after her friend who surely would not be coming back soon. She then turned to Jack with a glare upon her face. He held his hands up in surrender before coming slowly up to her and wrapping her in a hug, "Now love, you know I do have a plan behind all this. I know you like the whelp and though, using ol' Norry's words, I wouldn't lament being rid o' the pest, I wouldn't do that to ye and ye know that."

Alina sighed realizing he was right and pushed herself further into the hug for a brief moment before reluctantly releasing her hold and turning to douse the last lamp. Jack, in the mean time, pulled out his minuscule spyglass to observe how said whelp was doing with his task. He gulped when he realized Jones was already on board. Though he knew it was all going as planned, he couldn't help feeling a tinge of fear creep through his spine at the old, slimy, octopus-face.

Then, almost as if Jack's thoughts were being said aloud, Davy Jones turned his head, and viewed Jack Sparrow waiting like a sitting duck aboard the Pearl, and he seemed to smirk through his gruesome flesh. Jack knew he had been caught and swallowed the bile rising in his throat as he lowered the spyglass. He then jerked in surprise as he saw that in the brief flash of time it took to blink, Jones and his crew were aboard his ship, waiting to take one soul that, as of this moment, belonged to him. Jones' crew had appeared around them, restraining the men on deck with either weapons they wielded or appendages alike that served as such.

Alina was currently held with her hands behind her back with the grotesque, slimy putter-fish grinning at his fortuitousness. Alina shivered in disgust.

"You have a debt to pay!" Davy Jones announced, "You've been captain of the Black Pearl for six years! As was our agreement."

"Technically," Jack tried, "I was only captain for two years, then I was viciously mutinied upon."

"Then you were a poor captain but captain none the less. Have you not introduced yourself all these years as Captain Jack Sparrow?" Jones taunted, flinging his arms about in much the same flamboyant nature Jack had assumed.

"You've got my payment. One soul to serve upon your ship, he's already over there."

"Jack." Alina warned before Jack sent her a significant look signifying that she shut her mouth and they'd discuss things later. Begrudgingly, Alina accepted the look for the time being, however made a note to herself to wait for the opportune moment to put in her two cents. She would not be separated from Jack by anything. She would make sure of that.

"One soul is not equal to another." Jones stated, ignoring the interruption.

"Aha, so we've established my proposal is sound in principle, now we're just haggling over price." Jack retorted smartly.

"Price?" Jones popped his lips in an interested matter.

"Just how many souls do you think my soul is worth?"

There stood the most awkward pause as Jones debated over Jack's proposal.

"One hundred souls," He finally answered, "three days."

"You're a diamond, mate. Send me back the boy and I'll get started right off." Jack seemed to think all was set and good before Jones opened his mutated lips once more.

"I keep the boy, a good faith payment. That leaves you only ninety-nine more to go!"

Jack stopped, this was not going as planned and Alina had a dangerous look in her eyes. Either she had a plan that did not coincide with his...or she was going to slit his throat in his sleep. Either way did not bode well for him.

"Have you not met Will Turner?" Jack tried once more to weasel his way around Jones, "He's noble, heroic, terrific soprano, worth at least four, maybe three and a half?" Jones rolled his eyes as Jack continued to fail at swaying him, "And did I mention," Jack continued, not affected in the least by Jones' nonchalance, "he's in love? With a girl." This seemed to affect Davy Jones. His eyes seemed to swell as he looked off into a distance only he could see, memories swam before his eyes as Jack's taunting yet oddly hypnotic voice droned on, "Due to be married. Betrothed." Jones' eyes seemed to soften for the briefest of instances as he recalled his past, his love, his life as Jack circled him, telling him more of the boy's misfortune, "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?" Jack's last words seemed to break Jones of whatever trance he had been induced into and now he was more than eager to leave the damned ship and get back to his own.

"I keep the boy, ninety-nine souls. But I wonder, Sparrow. Can you live with this? Can you condemn an innocent man, a friend, to a lifetime of servitude in your name while you roam free?" Jones replied.

In the brief pause between these words and the moment Jack would have immanently given his answer, Alina found her moment.

"Our names." She declared.

"What?" Jones and Jack spoke simultaneously at this strange outburst from the woman Jones had disregarded as a common-kissing strumpet.

"You have come to collect the payment of one soul in the name of the captain is that right?" Alina asked, still being restrained by the hideous beast.

"Yes." Jones replied cautiously as Jack's eyes suddenly widened in realization of Alina's plan.

"Then you are here to collect two souls...Jack's soul is only half-captain. I complete the other half."

"I revoke that right!" Jack interrupted before Jones decided to notify the technicalities were correct.

"You can't revoke my right without the crews consent!" Alina backfired attempted to walk up to his face only to cringe slightly as the grip on her arms tightened.

"The crew consents it!" Jack replied in his panicked voice that Jones could not help but smirk at as he picked up on it.

"The crew can speak for themselves."

"Actually as captain it is within my right to speak for them and as such, revoke your right as co-captain."

"As co-captain, I also redeem the right to speak for said crew and as such say that they vote no such thing!"

"Too late! As original captain they've already consented, that being said you would have no right to speak for them and as such the payment is mine and mine alone to pay!" Jack's eyes turned furious as it suddenly dawned on him that Alina had been planning this since the moment she learned of his fate, "Besides!" Jack added in a last-ditch attempt, "Captain trumps co-captain!"

"ENOUGH!" Jones found it his time to intervene once more, "If the lass is so eager to die then I must acquiesce to the fair lady's wishes as she holds not only a valid point but a strong one at that. I never collect only half a payment." Jones smirked, "As co-captain, she takes on your debts as well. However I like to think of myself as a fair man, so therefore the original price remains the same. Ninety-nine more souls to go. With three days to deliver them. Until next time Sparrow." With these last words Jones walked towards Jack, taking his hand, removing the black spot, and leaving a fair amount of slime as he left uttering, "Three days."

"Three days." His crew echoed as they followed him back to the Flying Dutchman.

"Mr. Gibbs I feel sullied and unusual." Jack muttered wile looking at the spot Jones had now vacated.

"And how do you intend to harvest these ninety-nine souls in three days?" Gibbs asked looking at him with slight suspicion in his eyes.

"Ah, fortunately, he was mum as to the condition in which these souls need be." Jack replied.

"Tortuga?"

"Tortuga." Jack replied smirking while wiping the slime off on Gibbs' vest. It was then that he remembered the other arrangement that had taken place and the smirk was wiped off to be replaced with a venomous glare. "Alina!" He barked, turning his glare to her, "My cabin, NOW!" That being said he marched off ahead of her.

She followed him carefully, knowing fully that she would not be forgiven so easily. Jack was furious, as he had every right to be.

"What were you thinking?!" Jack hissed at her as she closed the door, "Are you insane? Are you suicidal? What could possibly make you hand yourself over to Jones like that? You don't owe the bastard a damn thing Alina and you know that. I was the stupid idiot who made the exchange so long ago for me ship and I'm the one who should have to suffer and sweat about it not you!"

"Jack I-"

"And another thing!" Jack interrupted her, "How long have you been planning to be the sacrificial martyr huh? What you don't think I can handle things meself so you thought you ought to throw yourself into the pot too? It didn't help you know! Still got the same amount of time! If you thought it'd save your dear little whelp well it didn't! It just put you in the fire as well!"

"Jack!"

"Alina don't you understand how dangerous this is? This isn't just another adventure it's death! No! It's worse than death! It's Davy Jones' locker for us both if we can't find the chest and all that!"

"Jack!"

"Just explain to me why you would-"

Jack was interrupted as Alina's lips crashed into his.

!!!IMPORTANT!!!

The next chapter will be the reason why this fanfic is rated M however I want to know what you all think. I've started writing it already but it's really kind of vague in that you know what they're doing but it doesn't really say it. As my readers I want to know what you think, do you want a lemon or do you want me to keep it as it is now which is more of a T+ rating. I want at least 5-7 opinions here and sorry purpleness I love you but you don't count towards this because I already know what you'd say. Plus this is my way of shamelessly getting more reviewers. SO PLEASE LET ME KNOW WHAT YOU THINK!