nineteennintytwo: I wonder how Jones would react to that?

callieandjack: No, she really doesn't!

Valor: If the P-p-p-p-pearl's in the har-b-b-b-bour, then Jack's in the pub-b-b-b-b!

Fairy Skull: OMG! Not Walt Disney!

bmdrose: Ah, but will they ever have it?

Nelle07: :D Glad you liked it!

keiraliz: Oh, yes the other events... :(

We crowded round the hole James had dug and peered down into it. James and Jack brushed the sand coating the object away to reveal that it was a chest made of dark wood. We may have found the heart of Davy Jones. They lifted it out. It didn't look like it was. It was quite plain and Jack managed to break the lock with the shovel. We didn't need Jones's key after all. Inside there were just lots of pieces of paper and small trinkets. Jack brushed them away impatiently. Underneath there was a smaller chest concealed in the trinkets.

This one had ornate carvings etched into the dark wood. It had an odd and very specific looking key-hole. We leaned forward and pressed our ears to the lid of the chest. A soft thump-thump, thump-thump could be heard from inside. We sat back up.

"You actually were telling the truth!" said an astounded James.

"I do that quite a lot and yet people are still surprised," Jack replied. He smiled at me and there was a second of blissful peace.

"With good reason!" a voice shattered it.

"Will!" Elizabeth sprang to her feet. She'd know his voice anywhere. The rest of us stood up as she ran towards him. Will was soaked and bedraggled, but he wasn't hurt and that's the main thing. We looked pointedly away as they kissed. I sighed, that would kill Jack to watch.

They broke apart. Will kept his arm around Elizabeth's waist and turned to face us.

Jack eyed him suspiciously, "How do you get here?"

"Sea-turtles, mate. A pair of them strapped to my feet," Will replied in what can only be described as a shockingly bad impression of Jack.

"Not so easy, is it?" Jack smiled.

"But I do owe you thanks, Jack," said Will.

"You do?" Jack looked suitably confused.

"After you tricked me onto that ship to square your debt with Jones…"

"What?" Elizabeth glared at Jack.

"What?" asked Jack innocently.

"… I was reunited with my father," Will finished.

"You're welcome then," Jack only managed to look slightly guilty. Naturally, Elizabeth was outraged.

"Everything you said to me, every word was a lie!"

"Pretty much, time and tide, love," Jack nodded, not even offering her an apology. He looked to where Will was kneeling by the chest with a key in one hand and a knife in the other. "What are you doing?"

"I'm going to kill Jones," Will replied. Jack drew his sword and pointed it at Will.

"I can't let you do that William. `Cause if Jones is dead, who's to call his terrible beastie off the hunt, eh? Now, if you please; the key."

Will didn't hand Jack the key, instead he grabbed Elizabeth's sword and pointed it at Jack. "I keep the promises I make, Jack," he said determined not to lose this. "I intend to free my father and I hope you're here to see it."

"I can't let you do that either, so sorry." I turned, surprised to see that James was pointing his sword at Will too. What was he doing fighting on Jack's side?

"I knew you'd warm up to me," said Jack, pleased by this odd turn of events. Then James turned his sword on Jack.

"Lord Beckett desires the contents of that chest. I deliver it, I get my life back," James told him. I should have guessed that was coming.

"Ah, the dark side of ambition," said Jack.

"I prefer to see it as the promise of redemption," James countered. Then all three of them engaged in a fight. You couldn't really call it a duel because there was three of them. So what was it called then? I was going to ask Elizabeth, but she was looking scarily cross about the whole situation, so I decided not to risk it.

"Will!" she called after him as the fight began to move up the beach.

"Guard the chest," he called back to her.

This did not improve her mood. "No!" she followed the three men up the beach. I sighed and went after her. She was still yelling at them, "This is barbaric! This is no way for grown men to settle their affairs! Oh, fine! Let's just pull out our swords and start banging away at each other and that'll solve everything!!! I've had it with wobbly-legged, rum-soaked PIRATES!!!!"

"Calm down, Elizabeth!" I said, becoming alarmed when she began throwing rocks at them. "I don't think they're going to pay you much attention."

"Don't just stand there!" she rounded on me as the fight moved further off into the distance. "Help!"

I started aimlessly throwing rocks in the general direction of the men, but they were now to far away to even by hit by Elizabeth's well aimed throws. "This is madness!" she started shrieking again.

"They're not going to listen," I tried to tell her.

She ignored me. "Oh! Oh! The heat!" she shouted loudly and keeled over onto the sand. I stared at her.

"Elizabeth, what are you doing?"

She opened on eye. Seeing that not one of the fighting men had rushed to her aid after she had 'fainted' she sat back up and resorted to glowering at them. I sat down next to her and began restlessly drawing in the sand with my finger.

"I know Jack loves you," I blurted out. Elizabeth stared at me. It was the only thing I'd said that had so far drawn her attention away from the fight.

"What? What are you talking about? You have got to be the stupidest person I know!" she said, which I thought was a bit rude of her. My attention was drawn to some footsteps and badly concealed giggles. Pintel and Ragetti were running off with the chest.

"Elizabeth! The chest!" I shouted, running after them. I glanced back at her. She looked torn between joining me and staying to stop that blasted fight. Realizing that the fight was a lost cause she ran to join me.

We ran further and further inland to where the palm trees grew thickly in many shades of green. We ran for quite a long time with thorns and nettles scrapping at our legs as we crashed through them. Elizabeth signalled to me to run round Pintel and Ragetti and head them off. We sped up. They glanced behind them to see where we were, only to find that when they looked back round we were blocking their way. I reached for my sword and pulled it out. They did the same. I saw their smiles widen as they glanced at Elizabeth. I looked to see what they were grinning at. She didn't have a sword. Will had taken hers. She looked at me in panic.

We were momentarily spared from having to act by the sound of something much larger than ourselves thundering along nearby. We all looked. A large, wooden wheel rolled towards us at a great speed. There were two people inside and it looked like they were fighting. I couldn't make out who they were, but presumed that it was one of our lot. Things like being trapped fighting in a giant wooden wheel can really only happen to people who know Jack. Funnily enough, the next thing we saw was Jack running after them. No surprises there then. So, the other two must be Will and James. I watched them spin away. If I was them, I would have been sick by now.

The wheel rolled out of sight and as Pintel and Ragetti began to advance towards an unarmed Elizabeth we turned our attention to more pressing matters. Elizabeth backed away from them, but we didn't have a chance to move more than a few feet before we were distracted once again. This time it was Davy Jones's crew who came charging towards us from behind Pintel and Ragetti. They took one look at Jones's fearsome crew and ran away from them, pushing past Elizabeth and I. Elizabeth found that she was holding both of their swords. She looked at me and then we both ran. Pintel and Ragetti were still holding the chest between them, but as they both tried to run on different sides of the same tree it was knocked from their hands. We'd run past before we noticed. Jones's crew didn't stop chasing us to pick it up, so we left it lying.

It soon became apparent that we were going to have to fight our way out of this. If we could lead them towards the beach then we may be able to make an escape with the longboat. As there were only three swords and four of us we had to share them as evenly as possible. It wasn't what you'd call a scientific system by any stretch of the imagination. It consisted of the swordless person in the most mortal peril screaming for a sword at the top of his or her lungs and then being thrown one by someone who had a sword, but wasn't as close to death as the other person. Once the sword had been used it was then thrown to the next person.

Our main objective was to get to the beach as quickly as possible because if we fought them there we stood a chance. It was all a mad haze and blur of people and weapons. Jones's crew couldn't be stopped. Not matter what we did or how badly we wounded them, they couldn't die, so were on their feet again pretty soon. They reminded me of Barbossa's crew before the curse was lifted last year.

Finally! The beach! I had never been so happy to see sand in my life. I would never, ever complain about sand again. Not even when it got stuck between my toes and refused to come out. Now we were at the beach, we had to find a way to hold them off long enough for Jack, Will and James to get back. Jack arrived first.

"You got the chest!" I called to him. He gave me a manic grin of happiness as he ran past. I saw him put the chest into the boat and then I had to get back to fighting. The next thing I was aware of was the wheel rolling towards us. Luckily for us it rolled over Jones's crew and flattened most of them. We got a small break as the wheel wobbled to a stop. Two figures staggered out. I kept fighting, but the situation was getting desperate.

I tripped over Will's feet. He was lying unconscious in the longboat. If Will was here, it must mean James was too. I looked around. James was frowning at me.

"What are you doing with a sword?" he asked. I rolled my eyes. Stupid question.

"Defending myself," I replied as a man with a puffer fish for a head took a swing at me. I blocked it, stabbed him and turned back to where Elizabeth had noticed Will's unconscious body.

"Will!" she gasped, running over.

"Leave him lay," Jack instructed, "unless you're planning on using him to hit something with."

"We're not getting out of this," said Elizabeth desperately.

"Not with the chest," James agreed, lifting it out of the boat. I didn't understand. What was he doing? "In the boat," he told me.

"You're mad," Elizabeth was staring at him.

"Don't wait for me," James replied. Then I understood.

"James, no! What are you doing?" I grabbed his arm and pulled him back. He turned and looked at me. There was a serious light in his green eyes. My voice cracked, "You can't…"

There was a long silence as he looked at me. "You look so much like mum," he whispered. The tears collecting in my eyes blurred and distorted his features. He looked to Jack, "Take care of her."

Then he ran up the beach, still clutching the chest. Jones's crew ran after him. Thinking they were playing a game, the dog that Ragetti had been adamant on bringing chased after them with a bark.

I wasn't going to let James do this. I needed him, he was my brother. The only member of family I had left. I shouted for him to come back, but he didn't. I tried to run after him but couldn't. Jack's arms were round his waist, holding me back. He pulled me into the longboat and as I struggled and sobbed he held me tight against his chest even when I tried to push him away.

I heard Jack talking softly to me, telling me everything was going to be alright, but how could it be? Not with James gone. Who would look out for me now? Who would I talk to now my brother was gone? Defeated, I stopped struggling away from Jack and pulled myself closer to him instead. He hugged me tight and stroked my hair, trying to comfort me and calm me down, but I wasn't sure he could. How could anyone?

James was gone.