"It's nothing, Jaz," Jack snaps at me from his desk.

"Don't lie to me," I snarl back at him.

"It doesn't concern you," Jack says.

"Why not?" I snap.

"Because you wouldn't understand."

"Why wouldn't I?"

"You just won't!" Jack finally yells.

"Fine!" I scream back at him before walking out the cabin, slamming the door as I go.

My footsteps sound heavily on the wood and once I'm at the rigging, I latch onto it before beginning my climb up to the crow's nest. I notice I had spent more time up here than anywhere else on the ship. Gibbs is up in the crows nest when I arrive, so I sit beside him. It is mere minutes before he speaks, but it felt like hours.

"Do you want me to leave?" he asks slowly.

"No, it's fine. Stay if you want, go if you want. Do as you please," I murmur, bringing my legs to my chest.

Gibbs stays. A question is on his lips, but it is as if he is afraid to ask. He finally asks after a few seconds finishing with his contemplation.

"What happened? All the crew heard was a, 'you just won't', and your, 'fine', before we saw you storm out of the cabin," Gibbs says.

"Jack's being an idiot. He thinks I won't understand something. He won't tell me why he needed the key, why he set off with no heading. He won't tell me and I don't know why. It's frustrating, Gibbs, to not know why. Last time he didn't tell me something was just after we stopped working for the EITC and I went to find my mother, hoping they hadn't burnt her at stake, hoping she had gotten away like I was told. Only she hadn't, and Jack knew that, and he kept it from me. It's annoying, Gibbs, and I don't like it," I rant to Gibbs. He just sits there, letting me do so.

One of the crew members climbs up to the nest, relieving Gibbs of his duties. He starts his climb down the rigging and I follow, jumping halfway down to the deck and landing silently. I smile to myself; I always land silently. Gibbs lands on deck and walks toward the crews' quarters.

"Gibbs...thank you," I say. He turns and nods towards me.

I enter myself and Jack's cabin and find Jack with a bottle of rum. I glare at him as he looks up. He looks straight back down again. I pull off my boots and unlace my corset a little, so its easy to breath in whilst I have a light sleep before I'm called up to the helm tonight. I slip under the sheets of our bed.

"Why is the rum always gone?" Jack mumbles.

I hear him begin to stand, and I can't help but wonder why he would he would need to stand if he was in bed already. Rolling over, I expect Jack's side of the bed to be warm, but it isn't. Sitting up, I notice Jack stumbling out the door mumbling something about rum, and, quickly lacing my corset up, I follow him and walk silently down to the cargo hold.

"Times run out, Jack, Jasmine." Someone's voice rings out in the room.

Jack drops his bottle of rum. I stumble forward over my own feet and Jack sees me. He glares and I smirk slightly before moving to where the voice had come from. I gasp at what I see: a pale, soaking wet man, who has a…starfish covering one side of his face. he has seaweed draping across most of his body, as well as barnacles and other sea creatures. He looks like someone has raised him from the dead as a drowned sea man, and yet he also looks strangely familiar.

"Bootstrap. Bill Turner?" Jack asks, and my eyes widens in surprise. Will's father.

Bootstrap looks up from where he's sat on a barrel and finally seems to take in his surroundings.

"You look good, Jack, Jasmine," Bootstrap comments, his eyes flickering from Jack to me and then back again.

"Is this a dream?" Jack asks.

"No," he replies.

"I thought not. If it were, there'd be rum," Jack mutters but, in a silent room, everyone hears.

Bootstrap holds his arm up and I notice a very old rum bottle in his hands. Jack's face lights up and I watch as he takes the bottle, seemingly nearly breaking Bootstrap's fingers. I wince as his arm finally gives way and Jack blows off the dust. He takes the top of the bottle off before taking a swig of it. When he offers it to me, I take a sip and almost spit the stuff back out. You can't call it rum; it is practically sea water. I force myself to swallow the vile liquid anyway.

"You got the Pearl back, I see," Bootstrap comments, looking around our prized ship.

"We had some help retrieving the Pearl, by the way,"Jack says lightly.

"Your son," I finish. Both jump as though they had forgotten I was there.

"William. He ended up pirate after all," Bootstrap says with a face full of regret and guilt.

"And what do we owe the pleasure of your carbuncle?" Jack asks.

"He sent me," Bootstrap answers.

"Who?" I ask, curious.

"Davy Jones," he replies. I freeze.

Flashback

The tentacles cascaded over the side of the ship. I hadn't been on the ship long, maybe a few days at most. Jack and I had parted ways as we travelled to different parts of Spain. I had to find what I owed Davy Jones - since I wasn't dumb enough to bargain my soul - only he wasn't waiting. After two days, I had the black spot, and it only took a day for the kraken to arrive.

I watched as the tentacles fall over the ship. People try to run or fight, but it wasn't working. The ship was overrun. Everyone was dying; there was only eight of us still alive. I watched as the captain - Sam - fell and that was it for everyone else. They abandoned their weapons and ran. Only I stayed.

"Come and get me," I whispered, and the large ghastly mouth of the beast came over the side of the ship. Turning to stab the kraken, I watched as its jaws fell over me and then darkness.

Flashback

"Ah, so it's you then. He shanghaied you into his service, eh?" Jack says, largely trying to hide his panic.

"I chose it," the man admits. "I'm sorry for the part I played in the mutiny against you, Jack and Jasmine." As he speaks, a crab climbs from his body and he slams his hand down upon it. Picking it up, he eats the thing. "I stood up for you both. Everything went wrong after that. They strapped me to a cannon and I ended up at the bottom of the ocean, the weight of the water crushing down on me, unable to move, unable to die. Even if there was only the tiniest bit of hope of escaping this fate, I would take it. I would trade anything for it," the man finishes and I can't help but feel pity for him. He lost everything in a week: his son, his life, his soul.

"It's funny what a man or woman will do to forestall his final judgement," Jack says, trying to be wise and smart. It doesn't work.

"You made a deal with him too, Jack," both me and Bootstrap point out.

"So did you, Jaz," Jack reminds me.

"But I paid my price. I died, went to the locker, spent two years there, and got Jones what he wanted from Spain. I never sold my soul," I say.

"He raised the Pearl from the depths for you. Thirteen years you've been captains," Bootstrap adds.

"Technically-" Jack starts.

"Jack," Bootstrap cuts in, "you won't be able to talk yourself out of this one. The terms that apply to me apply to you. One soul bound to serve a hundred years aboard the ship."

"Yes, but the Flying Dutchman already has a captain so there's really-"

"Well, then it's the locker for you!" Bootstrap yells. "Jones' leviathan will find you and drag the Pearl back to depths and you along with it."

"Any idea when Jones might release said terrible beastie?" I ask.

"I already told you, time is up. Jack, Jasmine, it comes now, drawn with ravenous hunger to the man or woman what bares the black spot," Bootstrap says, pulling my hand into his and Jacks toward him. Letting go, he walks away.

I open my palm and flinch. I have the spot. Again.