I feel my face drain of any colour, and breathing becomes difficult. How can he be well, living? I killed him! I blew up the house, and he was locked inside! How did he get out? He can't be alive-he can't. Jack touches my shoulder and I feel myself flinch away from him, from any touch he gives. He perseveres and I finally find myself stood on two feet and facing my father.

"Jasmine," my father growls. I flinch at his voice. "Captain, can I bring my daughter with us? We have a lot of catching up to do."

I exchange a look with Jack. Don't let him take me, I mouth, before looking over to my father. He takes a couple of steps forward. I take around five back. He looks at me and grins as if he knows the answer. I begin to shake; I can't, I can't go with him.

Jones still hasn't given an answer. He turns to my father and time seems to slow. I watch in fear as Jones gives the answer that I didn't want. He nods his head. I freeze. Not my father! Hell, I would rather be raped by Barbossa again then spend one day with my father!

Jack pushing me shakes me from my freeze. He's grabbed by two of Jones's crew members and held back, but he's fighting. I dodge any of Jones's crew members as they try to grab me. All I need to do is make it below deck, and then I'm safe. Davy Jones's claw suddenly leaps out and grabs my arm. I fight against him, but he holds firm, his grip around my arm tightening.

"Please, no! Please don't let him take me, please!" I whimper, twisting and struggling to free myself from his hold.

Jones sneers at me and then throws me to the floor, right next to my father's feet. He grabs at my arm and I feel silent tears trickling down my cheeks.

"Jack, please, help me!" I cry. Silently, he looks toward me with his own sad eyes.

I feel myself being pulled up by my father and I face him, fear radiating from me, and I swear he can feel it. He raises his arm as if to strike me. I flinch back in fear and he laughs the cold cruel laugh that haunted my childhood.

"Three days, Sparrow," Jones says,

"JACK! HELP ME, PLEASE! SAVE ME! JACK!" I scream, but it's too late. I'm pulled away from Jack by my father and my tears begin to fall faster.

I suddenly find myself aboard the Flying Dutchman. I'm pushed forward by my father to move faster. I look across and around as fast as I can, trying to find someone – anyone, but mainly Will - who can help me. My eyes make their way across the deck and I suddenly see Will. He's stood up, looking at me in what seems like confusion. I know what he sees: me shaking in complete fear, tears running across my face, flinching at every touch my father makes.

"Jaz!" he calls.

"HELP ME!" I scream to him.

He makes his move, but two crew members tackle his arms and hold him back. I hit the floor again, but this time I was pushed. I stand up slowly and, looking back, I see a small flight of stairs. It seems I made it below deck. My father gives me another push and I keep walking, mainly to avoid any touch my father puts to my shoulders. We come to two paths: one where we can go left, another we can go right. I turn to go left but my father places a hand on my back for me to go right, and I scream in fear.

Flashback
I shake in fear. I didn't know what I'd done, but I somehow made my father angry again. This was typical for me as a child.

"I'm sorry. Please, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to do what I did," I beg, backing up slowly.

My father stands and I whimper in fear. He moves toward me and I cry out, fear controlling me. He grabs my shirt, lifting me off the floor, and throws me into the wall (which is easy since I was nine and didn't have the money for food). I cry at the pain my ribs suffer. He continues towards me and begins the kicking.

"Papa, stop. Please, stop it – MOTHER!" I cry before screaming.

"Shut up, you stupid bitch! I am not your father!" he screams at me but he was my father - is my father. Only he hates me.

My father stops yelling and kicking, and my body falls onto the floor with sharp breaths of pain.

"You're so pathetic. You're just like your mother: a damned witch! You should burn in hell after burning at the stake," he yells spitting at me

and starts to take his belt off

My mother runs in and stops in the doorway, watching as he makes his first two strikes to me before running over.

"No, Ellis, stop!" she screams at him, taking his arm and trying to pull him away from me.

He starts to shake her off his arm, but she doesn't let go.

"Emmeline, get away. Leave us; the girl deserves it. Emmeline, I'm warning you!" he says. She holds on.

I weakly stand, using the wall as a support. My body trembles with fear.

"Jaz, run baby! RUN JAZ!" my mother yells to me. I turn my back and head for the door.

Turning back to see if my mother is alright, I watch as my father pulls his arm away, striking her down to the floor before beginning his normal beating to her. She looks up from the floor to me with pleading eyes. I don't want to honour her wishes, but my father catches me hesitating.

"Do you want some" he yells at me

I turn and run, run for my life but I felt guilty as hell for leaving mother.

Flashback

I shiver slightly from the flashback; my father never failed to scare me, even now. I had been dragged down to the brig and was being dragged past many cells toward one at the far end of the ship.

"I can walk, you know."

He turns and glares at me, before opening a door and throwing me down onto the wet floor.

He walks in behind me, slamming the door behind him. I shake as he grabs some shackles from the floor. The shackles, I notice, are attached to the wall. Taking my wrist, he attaches the shackle around it and then does the other, tightening them and pulling in the chain. My feet begin to leave the floor until I'm hung from the wall, having to use arm strength to keep myself up unless I want to hang limp in front of my father. The shackles around my wrist are tight and the skin around them begins to rub raw in my shuffling for comfort.

"You deserve to be punished. You killed your own father," he snarls at me.

"You survived. How did you survive?"

He doesn't answer in favour of bringing out his favourite method of torture and I'm sure my screams can be heard from above deck.

Will's POV

We were all left silent as Davy Jones and his crew leave through the wall of the ship to the Pearl. The crew around me are shivering like hell when I heard a noise that chills me.

"Jack, help me! Please, save me! Jack!" Jasmine screams in fear. But Jaz doesn't fear anything, does she?

I jump when Jones's crew suddenly appear from the ship walls. I stand as the other members from the ship that sank stand. They are each given a station and they all run off to do their job. I look around, hoping to see Jaz since she was yelling for help. I spot her across deck and make my way over to her. She's being pushed toward a door which I'm presuming leads below deck.

"Jaz!" I call out to her.

"HELP ME!" She screams back.

What shocks me most is that she has tears running down her face, and she's trembling and shaking, but that can't be, can it? I suddenly realise she needs help, and I rush across the deck to try and help her, but I'm tackled by two crew members, the shark head one and one with a wheel in his back. I'm being pulled back as Jaz is being pushed forward and below deck.

"No! Jaz!" I yell, hoping she will hear, but she doesn't.

Once the door to below deck is slammed shut, the two crew mates let go of me. Rushing for the door, I try to open it, but it is shut tight and I have to give up. The shark headed one comes toward me and tells me to start cleaning barnacles from the cannons. I follow his orders, though screams below our feet stop us all from working for a minute as they ring through the storm. Screams of terror, pain and fear. The crew all look at each other, before some smirk and others just carry on working. I look down, hoping to God that those screams aren't Jaz's, only I think they are. Ignoring the endless screams, I carry on working, feeling guilt from leaving her submitted to torture begin to eat away at me. Maybe 5 minutes later organ music drowns out the screams.

Jack's POV

What have I done? I let her get taken, taken by that bastard, and I have no way of getting her back. My only hope is to get each and every one of those souls and bring them back to him, hoping to get Will and Jaz back. But there's no hope. Ellis won't give Jaz up without a fight and I'm here, no leverage, a ship full of scared crew, while Jaz is most likely unconscious, bleeding and bruised. I let him take her. How could I? And now, instead of fighting to get her back, I'm shut in a cabin, drinking rum till I can no longer stand the taste. My mind keeps wandering, wandering back to Jaz. How is she? Is she okay? What's her father done to her? And the main one: is she still alive? But I can't give up hope. Jaz is alive - she has to be.