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"Jack, stop moving so fast," Kate nearly whined out. He held her hand tightly and was nearly dragging her down the streets of Tortuga and to the ship. They finally made it to the docks where the crew was loading the ship with livestock, fruit, barrels of fresh water and barrels of rum.

"Captain Sparrow!" a voice cried out from behind them. Jack and Kate each looked over their shoulder to see a small sailor.

"Come to join me crew, lad? Welcome aboard," Jack turned back around to see where he was going.

"I'm here to find the man I love," the sailor spoke up.

Jack stopped walking, which halted Kate to a stop. He made a few faces and hand gestures to Gibbs as he spoke, "I'm deeply flattered, son, but my first and only love is the sea."

Kate cleared her throat. "Oh, and the lass. She's high up there."

"Jack!"
He groaned, "Fine, fine, I'll say it. My first and only love was the sea. Now it's the lass." He turned back to Kate, "Happy?" he growled out. She nodded frantically, grinning. A man vomited over the side of the docks.

"Meaning William Turner," the sailor was directly behind them, seeing as how their little argument had stalled them, "Captain Sparrow."

"Elizabeth!" Jack cried out, dropping Kate's hand so that he could tell Gibbs to hide the rum, even going to the length of abandoning the bottle that had been in his free hand. Gibbs took it and scurried up the boarding plank.

"Lizzie!" Kate grinned, throwing her arms around her sister's neck and hugging her.

"Oh, Kate!" Lizzie hugged her back.

"You know, those clothes do not flatter you at all. It should be a dress or nothing. I happen to have no dress in my cabin…" Jack grinned slyly.

"Jack," Elizabeth started.

"Oy, I wasn't talking to you love, I was talking to your sister."

Elizabeth let the comment about her sister go. She had seen them holding hands when she'd followed them. She'd heard their little tiff just now. And Jack even admitted it. They loved one another in some way.

"Jack," she tried again, "I know Will came to find you. Where is he?"

Kate swallowed the lump in her throat. She couldn't very well tell Elizabeth that her fiancée was stuck aboard a ship crewed by a devilish squid, now could she? She'd break her sister's heart and betray Jack. But she couldn't keep such a fact from her either…Perhaps she would just let Jack handle this. That would probably be best anyway.

"Darling, I am truly unhappy to have to tell you this, but through an unfortunate and entirely unforeseeable series of circumstances that have nothing whatsoever to do with me, poor William has been pressganged onto Davy Jones' crew."

"Davy Jones?" Elizabeth gasped, eyes wide.

"Oh please," the man vomiting on the side finally spit and stood up, "The Captain of the Flying Dutchman?"

"You look bloody awful, what are you doing here?" Jack turned, finally noticing that James was there.

"You hired me. I can't help it if your standards are lax."

"You smell funny!" Jack fought back. Kate giggled, seeing the small smile on her sister's face as well.

"Jack," she caught his attention again, "All I want is to find Will."

"Are you certain? Is that what you really want most?" Jack looked at her.

"Of course," Elizabeth looked incredulous that Jack could even ask her that.

"Because I would think that you'd want to find a way to save him the most," he explained. Kate rolled her eyes. She had gotten their heading, so what was Jack doing now? Just convincing Lizzie to go along with it? Perhaps he'd forgotten. That would be very like him.

"And you have a way of doing that?" Elizabeth was skeptical.

"Well, there is a chest…" Jack began.

"Oh dear," Norrington interrupted him as he came to stand next to Kate. She smacked him lightly in the chest.

"A chest of unknown size and origin," Jack continued, glaring at James. Pintel and Ragetti walked past at this time carrying a crate together and Pintel chimed in, "What contains the still-beating heart of Davy Jones."

Ragetti acted out as if he had taken his heart out of his chest and moved his hand as if it was still beating, making sound effects.

"And whoever possesses that chest," Jack was going on again with annoyance in his voice, "Possesses the leverage to command Jones to do whatever it is he or she wants, including…saving brave William from his grim fate."

Norrington raised both eyebrows up, "You don't actually believe him, do you?"

Elizabeth locked eyes with her sister and after a moment or two, she turned to Jack, "How do we find it?"

"With this," Jack grinned, reaching for his compass. He frowned when he realized that it wasn't there. Where the bloody Hell was it? Suddenly, it was dangling in front of him. Kate was grinning like a Cheshire cat; "You gave it to me to hold onto. Remember?"

"Oh yes, of course, love. Sorry," he smiled sheepishly. "Anyways, my compass is unique-"

"Unique having the meaning of broken," James snorted. Kate glared at him.

"True enough. This compass does not point north," Jack told her as Norrington began to vomit again.

"Where does it point?"

"It points to the thing you want most in this world," he smiled charmingly.

"Oh, Jack. Are you telling the truth?"

"Every word, love."

Kate couldn't stand the looks they were giving each other so she stepped forward, "Um, Jack, dear, we already have our heading? Remember? The compass worked for me," she snapped it shut, "Which is why I was keeping an eye on it."

He frowned for a moment before nodding, "Yes, of course. Anyways," he turned to Elizabeth and gestured up the boarding plank, "After you, Miss Swann."

He followed Elizabeth, not even waiting for Kate and she shoved the compass back into her corset angrily. As she made her way up the boarding plank, she saw Pintel and Ragetti mocking James and shoving a goat into her arms. Normally, she would either laugh with the two or go help James out, but she had to give the heading to Gibbs. Her desire to rescue Will had increased tenfold in the past five minutes alone and she was about to realize that the worst monster couldn't be found at sea, but rather the ugly green one that lived inside herself.

Elizabeth had been miserable thus far. Kate had barely said a word to her since their embrace on the dock. She seemed to be hanging around Norrington on deck and if not him, Gibbs. She could tell that Kate hadn't spent the night in Jack's cabin (Marty had told her they shared one) by the attitude Jack had all morning. Marty later informed her that she had Gibbs set up a hammock in his cabin and that's where she slept. Luckily the Pearl had one spare cabin for herself. The one that Marty told her had belonged to Will when he had been aboard.

But why hadn't her sister come to stay with her? Surely Kate knew how much she needed her right now. It wasn't right and she was being dreadfully selfish. Elizabeth fingered the Letters in her inner coat pocket deciding it was time that she proposed a trade to Jack.

She made her way up to him when he was standing with Gibbs and Kate; surely Gibbs had been acting as the middleman so their fight didn't escalate. "Jack, I need to talk to you."

"Of course love, what is it?"

"The reason that Will was here was because of Beckett," she didn't notice how Jack flinched at the name. Kate hadn't told Jack that Will had been working for Beckett and either had Will himself as a matter of fact. He had, however, been able to simply piece it together himself. Will had mentioned trading him the compass for freedom and Kate had mentioned Beckett earlier, so the shock wasn't present. "He was going to trade you the compass for these," she pulled out the Letters. Kate's eyes narrowed at her sister, how had she gotten those?

"Beckett!" Gibbs cried out.

"Yes they're signed. Lord Cutler Beckett of the East India Trading Company."

"Agh," Jack stuck his tongue out, taking the Letters from Elizabeth.

"Beckett wants the Compass. Only one reason for that," Gibbs spoke up, trying to help his captain piece it together.

"Of course, he wants the chest."

"Yes," Elizabeth nodded, "he did say something about a chest."

"If the company controls the chest, they control the sea," Gibbs frowned. Kate frowned as well, knowing how bad that would be.

"A truly discomforting notion, love."

"And bad," Gibbs added on. "Bad for every mother's son what calls himself a pirate. I think there's a bit more speed to be coaxed from these sails. Brace the foreyard!" he called out, moving about deck. Kate followed after him. Sometimes she could have sworn Gibbs was captain and she was first mate. And she often liked to imagine that it was so when she was fighting with Jack.

She was standing with Gibbs when she noticed how close Jack and Elizabeth were to one another and her blood began to boil. God, she missed Anamaria some days. Most days, actually. The woman had always been able to calm her the last time she was on the Pearl.

Kate then noticed that Elizabeth walked away looking annoyed and not long after, Jack walked off somewhere looking frustrated. She then watched as Elizabeth made her way to James for conversation. She rolled her eyes and found Gibbs again. "Mister Gibbs," she sighed, "I do believe I have made a decision for my life after the Pearl."

"Yes, Katie?" Gibbs turned to her from the ship's wheel. He saw her smile a bit at the name he'd given her. He loved the girl to death, as if she was his own, seeing as how much he had loved her mother.

"I am going to go to London," she spoke calmly.

"London?" he asked, shocked, "But why? Katie, I thought you were going to stay on the Pearl."

"I can't Gibbs," she glanced down onto the deck. Jack was sitting next to her sister on the stairs, swaying drunkenly as the two talked. Lizzie got up and Jack followed her again. Gibbs followed the girl's eyes to see how close her sister was to Jack. They even almost kissed once, until Jack looked absolutely horrified and moved away. Elizabeth smiled.

"If he can forget me for my own sister, Josh," she finally spoke a form of Gibbs' first name. He looked at her, shocked. "He can easily forget me for anyone. Jack needs someone like Tia Dalma, who doesn't care about exclusivity. I can go to London and find someone who will just stay with me," she glanced back over at her sister who was leaning over the edge now, Jack at her side. "And I will keep him as far away from Elizabeth Swann as I can," she set her jaw and walked off.

"Keep tellin' him it's bad luck to have a woman on board," Gibbs took a swig of his canteen, turning to Cotton's parrot as he spoke, "And it's going to be even worse now… Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned."

Kate had been leaning over the edge of the ship next to James for about an hour or so, now. They'd been talking of life back in Port Royal. He wanted to know how his cousin was and if there had been a new Commodore appointed yet. She didn't answer any of the questions about Jack, he noticed and was even more venomous when questions about Elizabeth were posed. The only ones she was kind about were those of William and her father.

"Land ho!" Gibbs shouted, moving about deck. She saw Jack run off and grab his jar of dirt.

Pintel and Ragetti were, unfortunately, the two members of the crew who got to row the longboat. Norrington and Elizabeth were sitting in the back silently and Kate sat up in front with Jack.

"You're pullin' too fast," Pintel complained.

"You're pulling too slow. We don't want the Kraken to catch us!" Ragetti argued back.

"I'm saving me strength for when it comes. And I don't think it's Krack-en, anyways. I always heard it said Kray-kin."

"What, with a long A?" Kate spun round to face the two.

"Aye," Pintel nodded.

"No, no, no, no, no, no, no," Ragetti argued, "Krock-en's how it's pronounced in the original Scandinavian and Krack-en's closer to that."

"Well we ain't original Scandinavians are we? Kray-ken!"

"It's a mythological creature, I can calls it what I wants."

Kate giggled and noticed Jack look at her out of the corner of her eye as she turned back to face the boys, "Well, Ragetti, if it helps the argument, I've always pronounced it Krak-en."

"Why, thanks."

She turned back around with a smile on her face to face the front and Jack threw her a look that clearly stated 'Don't encourage them'. She shrugged as the long boat finally hit shore.

They climbed off of the boat in a hurry and Jack ran off, barking orders, "Guard the boat, mind the tide…Don't touch my dirt!"

Kate had the compass and she began to walk after taking her boots off and carrying them in one hand. She loved the feeling of sand between her toes. The compass brought her to a point and after that, all it would do, was point at Jack.

She growled, sitting down on the sand and putting the compass in front of her. "It's not working anymore."

Jack leaned over to see it was pointing at where she sat, "Yes it is, love. You're sitting on it! Up!"

"Beg pardon?"

"Up, up, up," he helped her up gently and moved her to the side.

Everyone began to dig except for Kate. She had claimed that she had found it and therefore she should be exempt from digging. Itching to get back on the lass' good side, Jack sided with her and allowed her to lay in the sand, letting the hot sun beat down on her.

Suddenly, Norrington's shovel hit something hard and Kate sat up in a heartbeat. "We found it!" Elizabeth cried. They pulled the chest from the sand and Kate crawled over to it. Jack easily broke the lock to it before rummaging through. There were documents, love letters, a pearl necklace, and a smaller chest. They all put their ears to the smaller chest and gasped. "It's real!" Elizabeth cried out.

"You actually were telling the truth," James gasped.

"He does that quite a lot," Kate smiled softly, "Yet people are always surprised."

The noise of wet feet sinking into sand caused them to look up. Kate gasped at the sight. "With good reason," William Turner cried out, dripping wet from what looked like a swim at sea. Well, Kate thought, this triangle is about to become a square, eh?