A/N: Please remember that fanfiction means giving an ordinary person creative license to twist and mold a popular story to their liking. That being said, there's one VERY LARGE difference between this story and how this scene plays out in the movie. By the way, there's an awesome vid on youtube that takes the "I got a jar o' dirt" remix and made it into an endurance test. TEN STRAIGHT MINUTES. I'm proud to say I lasted through it haha.
For those who would like an explanation for my absence: I can sum this up in one word. College. I'd like to add three more words. Is a bitch. Nuff said.
Thank yous go to: xBelekinax , katilia , QueenOfWeird1995 , and of course, ThePurpleness
Alina's kiss turned seductive as she molded herself to him. She allowed him a few more seconds of soft pleasure before aggressively throwing him against the wall and continuing her assault on his lips. When she was content with his belief of having gotten off scot free, she rapidly raised her knee stopping barely a breadth from his most treasured area.
"Jack Sparrow I promise you with every fiber of my being that if you ever so much as think to toy with my emotions again I will tie you up to a chair, smash a full bottle of your finest rum, and use the splintered shards to chop your bits into food for the mutt do I make myself clear?" She hissed in one breath through her teeth.
Jack gulped at the malice in her glare and nodded, "Crystal." He glanced down at her knee, poised and ready and strained to find his voice once more, "Now could ye lower that knee, love? It's making me quite nervous."
Alina nipped at his jaw as she chuckled, "That would be the general idea darlin'." She smirked as she lowered her knee, took one step back, and fluidly removed herself from the cabin to reappear on deck.
"I take it things went well in the cabin?" Brandy asked noting the smirk on her friend's face.
"Oh, you could say that. Let's just say, I'm sure Jack knows what decision would be in his best intentions."
"You evil, evil little wench." Brandy mock scolded before a smile broke on her face and she sniffed in mock tears, "I'm so proud."
Both chuckled in amusement as they saw Jack make his way on deck with a slightly terrified look on his face. He searched the deck before his eyes landed on Alina and Brandy standing together, arms crossed, and deviously smirking. He then sadly noted that his jar of dirt had taken residence next to them.
Sheepishly, he made his way over, nodding to both in acknowledgement, "Ladies," before grabbing his dirt and scurrying to the helm. Alina and Brandy couldn't help but burst into giggles, only to be quickly subdued by the menacing, barnacle-covered ship that emerged from the sea in a torrent of waves.
"Lord on High, deliver us." They heard Mr. Gibbs gasp to himself as he made the cross on his chest.
"I'll handle this, mate." Jack replied, his cocky attitude once again surfacing as he clutched his jar of dirt and steadied the wheel with the knotted rope. "Oy, fish face! Lose something ay? Scungilli!" The great big idiot had begun walking towards the rail of the ship to get closer during his one-sided banter and had failed to notice his proximity to the stairs leading to the quarter deck. Alina and the crew winced at the resounding thud before rolling their eyes as the only thing Jack cared about was that his jar of dirt was fine and dandy. "Got it!" He exclaimed, ignoring the fact that Jones was quickly losing patience with him.
"Come to negotiate ay, have you? You Slimy git! Look what I got! I got a jar o' dirt, I got a jar o' dirt!" He sang merrily, "And guess what's inside it!"
Alina smacked her head and she heard the ridiculous song and saw Jones turn to his crew before the long nines came out. Jack's face dropped into what could only be interpreted as a 'damn-I-stuck-my-foot-in-it' look before he muttered, almost questionably, "Had to starboard?"
"Hard to starboard!" Elizabeth reiterated so the rest of the crew could hear.
"Brace the foreyard!" Will added as he moved to assist the crew.
Alina rushed to assist anyone who needed it as she heard Pintel exclaim, "She's on us! She's on us!"
Echoing BOOMS of cannon fire rippled through the air as hard metal and shattered glass fell upon the crew. Some, unfortunate enough to be in their paths, falling to their deaths in the sea waiting to be reclaimed by Davy Jones when he had the time, while others ducked and did all they could to escape the raining hell fire.
"Make fast!" Cried Will.
Pintel was patting the rail and muttering to himself, "Go on me darlin', show us what you've got."
Alina smacked him across the head and motioned for him to tighten the ropes. The wind was on their side today.
"She's falling behind!"
"Aye, we've got her!"
"We're the faster?" Asked will.
"Against the wind, the Dutchman beats us," Alina explained to him, "But with the wind…"
"…we rob her advantage." Will finished.
"Aye." Gibbs encouraged as the Pearl moved further and further out of reach. It wasn't long before the Dutchman's cannonballs were splashing water harmlessly and the general atmosphere of the crew turned joyous. Pintel and Ragetti were linking arms and skipping merrily as Marty exclaimed to the crew that the Dutchman had broken pursuit. Alina ran to the helm and embraced Jack in merriment. They had won for now. They had bought a little more time.
"My father is on that ship." Will seethed to Jack, whose arms still encircled Alina, "If we can outrun her, we can take her. We should stand and fight."
"Will outrunning and outfighting are two completely different concepts. On top of that the crew of the Dutchman are immortal you twit. We couldn't stand a chance against them on the sea. It's his territory. The only chance we'd have is if we…"
"…have a bargaining chip." Jack smirked as he held up the jar of dirt.
"Oh Jack honestly, you'd have to be a complete hatter to believe a pathetic jar of dirt could protect you against Jones."
"For one thing love, I completely am. And for two, this is no ordinary jar of dirt." He placed the container on the rail of the helm and tapped the lid proudly, "It's our leverage."
Just then a reverberating thunder rippled the sea and Jack's jar fell to the deck below, shattering and scattering the dirt within it. Jack's expression turned horrified as he nudged Alina out of the way, who only turned and followed him, and scurried down the steps and feel to his knees searching through the debris muttering to himself, "Where is it? Where is the thump-thump?"
"Jack you hid the heart in there?" She asked to clarify.
"Yes, but not it's gone! The thump-thump is missing!" He cried as he tried to search through the dirt once more, as if the heart could have fallen through the deck and he was only searching for some sign that it was in fact somewhere on the ship.
"We musta hit a reef!" One of the crewmen cried.
"It's not a reef!" Will replied in a panick, "Get away from the rail!"
"What is it then?" Brandy asked.
"The Kraken." Will answered as the entire crew looked on to see the water bubbling and gurgling with the arrival of the beast. Jack's face jerked up at the mention of the beast and he whimpered as he clutched Alina's wrist and took her to the lifeboat. "To arms!" Will exclaimed as the rest of the crew made ready.
"Jack what are you doing?"
"Look love, if it were just me, I wouldn't mind staying behind on this ruddy ship and fightin' off the Kraken" He said as he struggled to untie the dinghy in front of them, "But as luck would have it, if I threw you over board the Kraken would gobble you whole and come back for me and the ship." He was lowering the boat down the side of the ship at this point, "So the best thing I can think of at the moment is to cop out. We're leaving."
"Jack." The tone of Alina's voice made him stop and face her, "What about the crew? Will you leave them to fight our battle? What about Gibbs? And Marty and Will?" She asked.
"You forgot Will's dear Lizzy." He mumbled.
"No I didn't." She stated matter-of-factly as she smirked.
He chuckled briefly before instantly sobering, "Ali we don't stand a chance, if we leave, the Kraken follows and at least the crew can escape."
"Jack, after what we've done, Jones won't settle for us. He'll want our cohorts and your ship."
"Our ship." He replied with a smile. They stood there for barely a moment, letting the world around them go on, there was only them. "Alright love. What's say we beat this thingy eh?" He tied the ropes to the ship, leaving the dinghy in the water for now, knowing his skills would not fail them, and rushed back into the fray to see them heaving a large net of barrels. Jack groaned loudly, "Why is every time that bloody woman is anywhere near me, my rum pays the price for it!"
At that moment, the Kraken's tentacle wrapped around Elizabeth's ankle, dragging her across the deck and flinging the musket away. Knowing they'd have only one shot, they couldn't let some fool try to fire it. Alina ran for the musket as Jack ran to make sure Elizabeth was freed. Just as Will cut himself free from the catching net, the Kraken wrapped its tentacles around the load, Alina grabbed the musket, "JACK!" She cried throwing it to him with all her might. In one deft movement, he caught the weapon, cocked the gun, and shot a falling keg of powder which erupted the makeshift bomb into raging flames, injuring the Kraken enough for it to retreat into the clear blue waters of the Caribbean Sea.
There wasn't a single person aboard that ship who believed the fight was over.
It would be back.
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