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I jump quickly into a longboat and the crew, who are rowing, begin the long journey back down the river.
"How are we greeting Jones?" Jack whispers to me. I don't answer.
"Jaz? Jaz, JAZ!" he yells at me.
"NOT NOW!" I scream back. The longboat wobbles a bit as I turn my body to face him.
Jack looks at me, shocked, before turning around to talk to Gibbs. I sit in silence.
What does Tia mean? I was fifteen, I blew the house up, nothing more. I left with Jack to join the EITC, hoping to get closer to them to find out what happened to my mother, but I knew she's dead. So what does the damn voodoo woman mean? And how does this relate to the Flying Dutchman and the damn squid? Why didn't she just tell me? Why leave me to question with no answers? Did Davy Jones somehow find something valuable from my house? Did my mother escape the EITC and join his crew? But that would mean the EITC lied when they told me she died…
Groaning in frustration I put my head in my hands. Nothing makes sense. Jack looks over to me and I turn to face him. He smiles a little. I just shake my head and he looks at me in question. I shake my head again and he leans over to me. His lips lock onto mine and he pulls me closer. Pulling away, he draws me into a hug and puts his head on my shoulder. I do the same to him.
"Don't worry about Jones, Jaz," he whispers into my ear.
"I'm not," I whisper back.
"Then what's made you like this?"
I pull away from his embrace and turn my head slightly away. His arms encircle my waist, pulling me across the longboat and into his chest.
"Tia said something to me, something I can't get my head around," I mumble.
"Tell me," he pressures.
"Not now," I whisper.
I sit in his arms, my back resting on his chest and his arms round my waist, keeping me close. The boat bumps against our ship and we all begin to climb the ladder to the deck. I walk to our cabin as Jack wanders to the helm, setting us on our path to where the crab claws showed us. Slamming the door to my cabin and sitting down, I begin to chart a course back to where my old home used to be, Port Luther. I sit and begin to make a go at charting the place using the compass, only the compass won't turn the right way.
"I know what I want, I know what I want," I mumble, only it's not what I want. I don't want to go back!
The compass turns and turns. The candle I had lit to light the cabin suddenly burnt out. Tia's question burns through my mind, taunting me. What really happened when you were fifteen? What really happened? What really happened? FIFTEEN. Fifteen. What really happened when you were fifteen? What am I supposed to know? The questions fling through my head. Then there's Jones. It has to link to Jones, needs to link to Jones, and what about Barbossa? What's she planning with him?
I scream in frustration and throw the candle and holder across the room, followed by a rum bottle? Jack storms through the cabin and watches as I crumple to the floor in frustration and anger.
"Jaz, hey Jaz, what's up with you?" Jack talks quickly, running over and pulling me off the floor, putting me on the bed and encircling me in his arms.
"Tia said my past is going to catch me up, she asked me what really happened when I was fifteen. On top of that, it has to relate to Jones. Why would she say it otherwise? And she's doing something with B… nothing, nothing just forget it," I sigh.
"Jaz, your past is exactly that - the past. It can't catch you up. It's dead. Your parents, family, the house - that part of your life - nothing like that is getting close to you. Second, leave Jones to me. All you need to do is be there, 'cause you need the black parasite getting rid of, so don't worry," Jack tells me, pulling me into him. I rest my head on his chest.
"I need to go back, Jack. I have to make sure it's gone. The ruins of the house are there. My father's skeleton needs to be too, then I can relax," I mumble into his chest.
"Then we will go after we go to see Jones," he whispers to me, "whatever makes you happy, Jazzy."
"After we see Jones, you promise we won't go to Tortuga and celebrate? We go straight there," I whisper to him, looking up.
He looks pained to say it, but he does. "I promise."
"Thank you," I mumble, leaning to kiss him on the lips.
He deepens our kiss and then pulls away, pushing me down so I'm lying on the bed. He smirks down to me. I look up and smirk back. He leans back down and kisses me again, deepening it. He chuckles into my lips as I wrap my arms around his neck, pulling him closer, and gasps as I lick his lip slightly. I take advantage and plunge my tongue into his mouth. He does the same and begins moving his hands down my body. FLASH, CRACK, BOOM! We jump and break contact, our faces flushed slightly, before looking out of the window. A downpour of rain has just hit us. Jack stands up, and I stay lying down with a smirk on my face and a pleading look in my eyes. Jack gives me a dashing smile and, shaking his head, holds out a hand. I pout but take his hand. He pulls me up and begins to lead me out of the cabin and into the rain.
"Jack," I call softly.
"Later, Jaz. We can celebrate after we get Jones off our backs and are making course back to Port Luther. It will keep you occupied and stop you worrying," he tells me, kissing me before running to the helm.
I make my way up to the crows' nest. Since I have the best eyesight and strongest voice in a storm, I am in the nest to look out for danger.
"Portside rocks!" I scream down as the rocks come into my view.
Jack turns the ship a little and we know we are around the right area, since rocks don't just turn up in the middle of the ocean.
"Jack, ahead! The rock circle!" I scream again.
He orders for the anchor to be dropped and a longboat to be ready in 10 minutes. I watch as Will begins to row over. A bolt of lightning lights up the sky and I see a silhouette of a ship. A broken ship.
"What did you tell him?" I yell to Gibbs, who had climbed up the rigging telling me to douse my lamp.
"That's the Flying Dutchman," Gibbs answers. I put my lamp out.
"Is he serious? He believed it? What's his plan, row over search the ship till he finds the key, and if he meets any crew man, he cuts em down?" I ask.
"Yes." I look at Gibbs, shocked, and he just nods.
"Creepy," I mutter, before turning away.
Gibbs nods and heads down. I grab a rope and am about to jump down.
"You have a debt to pay," Jones snarls from the deck.
I jump in shock, as he's suddenly here. His crew walk from points on the deck, while my crew stumble back in fear, only to have Jones' crew grab them and silence them with a weapon to the neck. Jack backs up in shock.
"You've been captain of the Black Pearl for thirteen years. That was our agreement," He snarls. "where's Pearl?"
"I'm here," I say lightly, landing behind him.
He whirls around, his claw flying out. I duck it and stand straight, getting a look at the man, fish, squid -whatever you want to call him.
"Your beard has grown more tentacles," I tell him, circling around him and standing beside Jack.
"Pearl." he nods to me. According to my father, they were good friends, but I don't believe anything my father came out with.
"Technically, we were only captains for two years, then we were viciously mutinied upon," Jack informs him.
"Then you were poor captains, but captains nonetheless. Have you not introduced yourself all these years as Captain Jack Sparrow and Captain Jasmine Pearl?" he tells us, almost mockingly.
"Why am I marked with the spot? I paid my price!" I snarl, holding out my hand.
He grabs at my wrist with his claw and pulls my hand toward himself, forcing me to stumble forward. He looks up, glaring at me, and I wince in pain as his grip around my wrist tightens. He slaps his other hand onto my own outstretched hand, and his tentacle hand makes its way over my palm. I try to pull away, but his grip tightens again. I hiss in pain. He drops my wrist and I look over my hand. The spot has gone. I nod my thanks and wipe the slime on Jack's shirt. Jones nods back and lets a quick smile over his lips, as Jack gags at the slime before his face is stone cold again.
"You already have my payment. One soul ready to serve on your ship already there," Jack tells him. My head moves to face him in shock.
"You sent him to be payment?" I mumble to him. He just shrugs.
"One soul is not equal to another," Jones.
"Aha! So we've established my proposal, now we're just haggling over price," Jack lets out.
"Price? Ptttt," Jones asks curiously.
"Just how many souls do you think my soul is worth?" Jack asks.
"Less than one," I mutter. His elbow finds my ribs and I hiss.
"One hundred souls, three days," Jones states. I take a sharp intake of breath. Davy Jones looks at me and smirks. I glare at him.
"You're a diamond, mate. Send me back the boy. I'll get started right off," Jack tells him. I sigh in relief; everything will go right after all.
"I keep the boy, as a good faith payment. That means you only have 99 more to go. Ha, ha, ha, ha," Jones tells us. Damn! It's not going well then.
"Have you not met Will Turner? He's noble, heroic, terrific soprano. Worth at least four… maybe three and a half. And did I happen to mention… he's in love. With a girl. Due to be married. Betrothed. Dividing him from her and her from him… would only be half as cruel as actually allowing them be joined in holy matrimony. Aye?" Jack informs Jones. He's grasping at straws, but you can see it's taking an effect on the man
"You wouldn't do that to a man in love, would you?" I ask.
Davy Jones' face is in a dream. He is remembering when he fell in love and, for a moment, I think it will work, when Jack walks too far and Marcus, the hammerhead shark of Davy Jones' crew, hisses, snapping the man from his thoughts and allowing him to put on the cold demeanour.
"I keep the boy. Ninety nine souls-uh. But I wonder, Sparrow, Pearl, can you live with this? Can you condemn an innocent man – a friend-uh – to a lifetime of servitude, in your name while you roam free?" Davy Jones questions.
"Yep, I'm good with it. Shall we seal it in blood – uh, I mean ink?" Jack asks.
In reply, Davy Jones grabs his hand and pulls away, leaving it slimy but black spot free.
"Three days," he reminds us, going to leave but he doesn't.
"Jasmine, I have a crew mate whose been dying to see you since you first made the deal with me. He's been waiting 13 years somewhere around there," Jones tells me.
"Really? Can't imagine who," I say, looking about. I don't recognise any of them.
Davy Jones stands aside to reveal a man stood behind him. The man has a lobster claw hand and a fin running down his back, but other than that, he looks human from the back. He turns sharply and CRACK! I suddenly find myself flat on the floor, a hand pressed to my cheek where this man has just struck me. I am angry, but then I hear Jack's sharp intake of breath. I turn slowly over so I am on my back and half sit up. I look up, and, staring at me with anger and a hate filled face, is…
Ellis Grey. My father.