Hey guys! Sorry I didn't update sooner. Things have been crazy. With my grandpa just getting out of the hospital, my mom just having surgery on her shoulder, school finals and exams… it's all so overwhelming… but after the 17th I will be able to update more and on time!

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~Chapter Six~

POV:

Francesca Jones

It had been about a week since I'd convinced Jack to help me. It took about three days to restock the ship and then we headed out to open sea. Jack knew where to get a drawing of the key so we would know what it looked like. We decided not to tell the crew the whole reason to why we are after this key because of fear that they would back out and not help us. So we kept things under wraps. We sailed for about three days till we came to a Turkish prison. Just yesterday, Jack snuck into said prison to retrieve drawing.

It was around midnight. It was pitch black out and the fog was thick in the air. The atmosphere had an eerie feel to it. And if you listened closely, you would be able to hear the pleading screams of the prisoners… this just added onto my anxiety.

Everyone, with the exception of Mister Gibbs, was waiting silently for Jack to make his return. As for Mister Gibbs… he was too busy singing and drinking rum, making me fidget more then I was already.

"Fifteen men on a dead man's chest. Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum. Drink and the devil have done for the rest. Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum. Ha ha ha!" Gibbs stopped singing and took a gulp of rum.

"Mister Gibbs could you plea-," I began to ask as he drank, but stopped short when we heard the sound of a loud, deep, bell. Gibbs and I looked around our surroundings warily. We then heard the caw of a crow, making both our heads snap up to see a flock of crows flying towards the prison. The bell rang three more times before it stopped completely. "… Stop… singing…" I finished.

I walked over to the ledge of the ship and whispered to myself, "Come on Jack. What's taking you so long?"

"Don't worry missy. Never once did Captain Jack Sparrow fail to get what he set out for. He'll be here. Just give him time," Gibbs said, suddenly standing beside me.

"I hope your right…" I said.

Gibbs didn't reply; he just taped my shoulder and pointed out to the open sea. I followed his hand and saw Jack… in a coffin? He rowed towards us with what looked like a leg. Once he got to the ship, he began to climb up. Gibbs came towards Jack and extended his hand to him Jack up. But instead of grabbing his hand, Jack placed with the leg in Gibbs' hand. I looked at it in disgust.

"Not quite according to plan," Gibbs said as Cotton came up and draped Jacks jacket over his shoulders.

Jack looked at Gibbs and said, "Complications arose, ensued, were overcome." He then walked over towards me with a huge grin on his face.

Gibbs gave the leg to Cotton, followed Jack and said, "So you got what you went in for, then."

It was more of a statement than a question, but Jack answered with an "Mmm hmm." Jack pulled a piece of cloth out of his inner vest pocket and waved it around. I snatched it out of his hands and was about to unroll it when I turned to see the crew all with a displeased look on their faces.

Gibbs came to stand beside Jack and said, "Captain, the crew, meaning me as well, were expecting something a bit more shiny. What with the Isla de Muerta going all pear shaped and reclaimed by the sea, and the treasure with it."

I stood on the other side of Jack and stared intensely at the crew while Leech said, "And the Royal Navy chasing us all around the Atlantic."

"And the hurricane," Marty added.

"Aye!" the crew all agreed.

"All in all, it seems some time since we did a speck of honest pirating," Gibbs added, looking at jack, waiting for his answer.

"… Shiny?" Jack asked, moving his head towards Gibbs but not looking at him.

"Aye, shiny," Gibbs relied nodding his head.

Jack looked at the crew and said, "Is that how you're all feeling then? That perhaps dear old Jack is not serving your best interests as captain?"

Just then, Cotton's parrot said, "Squawk, walk the plank." Cotton tried to hush the bird but it was too late.

Jack whipped out his pistol and pointed it towards the bird while yelling, "What did the bird say?

"Do not blame the bird. Show us what is on that piece of cloth there," Leech said with his arms crossed.

Just then, Jack the monkey jumped down, making everyone scream, including myself, grabbed the piece of cloth and started to run away. Jack pointed his pistol at him and shot but it didn't work. He then took Leech's pistol and shot the monkey successfully, making the monkey drop the cloth.

"You know that don't do no good," Gibbs said as Marty ran to grab the cloth.

"Does me," Jack insisted.

Marty picked up the piece of cloth, unrolled it and said, "It's a key."

"No, much more better," Jack said as he walked towards Marty. He took the cloth from his hands and held it out for the crew to see. "It is a drawing of a key" the crew moved forward with a questioning look on their faces as they looked at the drawing. I moved away from the crew to stand by Jack's side. Jack paused and waited for someone to reacted fist. But when no one did, he asked, "Gentlemen, what do keys do?"

"Keys...unlock things?" Leech said hesitantly, as if unsure of his answer.

Gibbs' face lit up as a thought formed in his head. "And whatever this key unlocks, inside there's something valuable...so we're setting out to find whatever it is this key unlocks."

"No," Jack replied, making Gibbs, once again, look confused. He walked over towards Gibbs and said, "If we don't have the key, we can't open whatever it is we don't have that it unlocks. So what purpose would be served in finding whatever need be unlocked, which we don't have, without first having found the key what unlocks it?"

Gibbs thought for a second and said, "So we're going after this key."

"You're not making any sense at all," was Jack's brilliant reply. "Any more questions?"

The crew all looked like they wanted to say something but refused not to until Marty asked, "So, do we have a heading?"

"Ah," Jack said as he grabbed his compass. "A heading." He opened his compass. I looked at it over his shoulder to see that it kept moving in different directions, not stopping once. "Set sail in a general…" Jack moved his finger in the air in the same direction the arrow pointed to, till finally he said, "that way direction."

"Captain?" Gibbs asked, confused as to why Jack didn't know which way he was going. I thought this was weird as well. The compass is supposed to point to what the person that is holding it wants most. I thought that Jack wanted to spare his life the most by killing Jones… I'll have to talk to him later…

"Come on, snap to and make sail, you know how this works," Jack said as he made his way through the crowd of the crew.

I began to follow Jack into his cabin, but stopped when I overheard Marty talking to Gibbs, "I be notice lately, the captain seems to be acting a bit strange...er."

"Setting sail without knowing his own heading. Something's got Jack vexed, and mark my words, what bodes ill for Jack Sparrow bodes ill for us all," Gibbs replied.

Something about what they said made me feel apprehensive. Jack better not be backing down in this. I walked through the crowed and to the Captain's cabin. I walked in without even knocking. Jack had his back facing me and was in the middle of taking off his jacket, his hat already off and hanging on a globe. He mustn't have heard me come in because he didn't turned around. He began to roll up his sleeves and made his way over to desk that had a map laid out with several candles for lighting.

I cleared my throat, making my presence noticeable. Without turning, Jack said, "Hello, luv." He sat down and pulled out his compass. He opened the compass and grabbed a tool that measures distance on the map. "is everything alright, luv?" he asked as he sat down and began to measure the distance on the map from where we are now to wherever it is he thinks he should go. He looked at his compass the same time I did to see that it was still going wild. It would not stop. Just when you think it's going to stop, it will just move again.

Jack tapped the compass, trying to make it work. But it still didn't work. He threw the measuring tool frustration and sighed loudly.

"Why isn't it working, Jack?" I asked. "It's supposed to point to what you won't most, correct? I thought what you wanted most was to kill Jones and be free of debt."

He looked up from the map and looked at me with a tired look. "I don't know, luv. I thought that was what I wanted most… but I guess there is something out there in this world that over powers my want to kill fishface… I just don't know it yet… why don't you try? I mean it is the number one thing you want, is it not?"

"It is," I said, raising an eyebrow.

Jack tossed me his compass and said, "Well? Give it a go!"

I took a deep breath and slowly opened the compass and waited for it to stop spinning. Only, it didn't… I slammed the compass on the desk and said, "This compass if a piece of crap. It doesn't work…" I was mostly saying that to myself than to Jack. What could I possibly want more in this would than my father dead? Wealth? No… Recognition? No… love…? ….

I sighed. "What are we going to do Jack?" I asked.

"As of now?" he asked. I nodded, signaling him to continue. "One word, luv. Rum." I rolled my eyes as he picked up the bottle of rum that sat on his desk. His face fell when he tipped the bottle to look inside and even further to have only drops of rum fall from the bottle. He sighed and said, "Why is the rum always gone?" he slammed the bottle down on the table and stood up, stumbling. He picked up his hat and put it on while he said, "Oh… that's why…"

I giggled and stood up and followed jack to wherever it was he was going. I assumed it was to get more rum.

Jack grabbed his jacket and made his way to the deck, grabbing a lantern and down to the crew's quarters. "As you were, gents," he said as we passed the sleeping crew.

"I don't think they were planning on going anywhere, Jack," I said mockingly.

Jack gave me a side glance and mumbled something under his breath, something my ears were unable to hear. Jack then went further down into the hold. We came to a door, which Jack unlocked with his key and walked inside to find a whole bunch a barrels.

Jack grinned and hung the keys on a hook on the nearest wall. He walked farther in with me in tow till he stopped to look at barnacles that had formed on one of the rum holders.

"That's disgusting…" I said as Jack shined the light on the sea organisms, making them shrink in hiding.

He looked around in search of a bottle. When he finally found one, his face lit up as a smile grew on his face. He reached for the bottle only to find it was full of sand. As the bottle emptied, we heard a low raspy voice say, "Time's run out, Jack."

I yelled in surprise while Jack dropped the bottle on the ground, making it smash into pieces. He lifted up his lantern to find where the voice had come from. He began to move forward. I stayed as close to Jack as possible, holding onto his right arm as if my life depended on it while looking over his shoulder.
Jack continued to move forward till a figure shaped as a man came into view. He moved closer slightly and bringing the lantern up to see the man more clearly. "Bootstrap? Bill Turner?" Jack asked, making the man look up.

"Oh my god…" I gasped. This man looked like he had been through hell and back. He had barnacles growing on his face and god knows what else was growing on him. He also had bugs crawling all over him. I gripped Jack's arm tighter in fear.

"It's alright, luv," Jack whispered to me. I loosened my grip slightly, but not letting go.

"You look good, Jack," the man, Bill turner, said.

Jack, at first, just stared at him in disbelief before he asked, "Is this a dream?"

Bill looked at Jack as if he was the crazy one. "No."

"I thought not. If it were there'd be rum," Jack said as he placed the lantern aside. Bill offered Jack a bottle of rum. Jack went to grab it but it was stuck to Bill's hand until he finally got it free.

"You got the Pearl back, I see," Bill commented.

"I had some help retrieving the Pearl by the way..." Jack said as he brushed off the top of the bottle. "Your son."

"William." Bill said in disbelief. It was then that I realized that this was The Bootstrap Bill Turner. Father of William Turner. The same William Turner that is in port royal as we speak, getting ready to be wedded to Elizabeth. I loosened my grip on Jacks arm more, feeling that I could trust this man. If he is anything like his son that is. "So he ended up a pirate after all," he said, looking down as if in defeat.

"And to what do I owe the pleasure of your carbuncle?" Jack asked.

"He sent me," Bill relied. I already knew who this He was…

"Davy Jones," Both myself and Bill said at the same time.

Bill looked at me for the first time since I've been here. "Yes…" he said, "Who are you lass?" he asked.

"Francesca… Smith," I lied. He may be William's father but I don't know if he will go blabbing to Jones about me.

Before Bill could say anything, Jack said, "Ah, so it's you then." He sat down and motioned me to do so as well. "He shanghaied you into service, eh?"

"I chose it. I'm sorry for the part I played in the mutiny against you, Jack." I sat there and listened till I saw a hermit crab crawl across a barrel. Bill's hand slammed down on it and picked it up "I stood up for you. Everything went wrong after that." He then put it in his mouth. Both Jack and I stared in disgust. "They strapped me to a cannon, I ended up on the bottom of the ocean, the weight of the water crushing down on me. Unable to move, unable to die, Jack. I thought even the tiniest hope of escaping this fate, I would take it. I would trade anything for it." I looked at him with pure sadness. I felt so bad for this man. He really had been through hell.

" It's funny what a man will do to forestall his final judgment." Jack said as he stood and began to walk away. But Bill stood up fast and stopped him before he could go any farther. I just sat there and stared at the scene in front of me, too scared to move.

" You made a deal with him too, Jack. He raised the Pearl from the depths for you, thirteen years you been captain," Bill said, suddenly in Jack's face.

"Technically..." Jack began but was cut off.

"Jack, you won't be able to talk yourself out of this. The terms that apply to me apply to you as well: one soul bound to crew one hundred years upon his ship," Bill said, staring down at Jack.

"Well the Flying Dutchman already has a captain, so there's really no..." Jack was cut off again.

"Then it's the locker for you!" Bill yelled. "Jones' terrible leviathan will find you and drag the Pearl back to the depths and you along with it."

"Any idea when Jones might release said terrible beastie?" Jack asked hesitantly.

"I already told you, Jack," Bill responded, backing up a little bit. I finally gained more courage and stood up and slowly made my way towards the two men. "The time is up." Bill grabbed Jack's hand and rubbed his hand into Jack's palm. "It will come;" He then walked away from Jack. "Drawn with ravenous hunger to the man what bears, the black spot." He then disappeared into thin air.

Jack looked at his hand and began to run out of the hold through the crews' quarters while he yelled, "On deck all hands! Make fast the bunt gasket! On deck you scallys! Scallys! Movement, I want movement! Run, keep running! Run as if the Devil himself and itself is upon us!"

I ran after Jack, trying to keep up with him while the crew franticly began to work. By the time I caught up, Jack was behind the mast, wrapping his hand in a cloth.

"Do we have a heading?" Gibbs asked, scarring Jack.

"Argh! Run! Land!" Jack replied franticly. He then hid back behind the mast.

Gibbs looked around the mast, looking for Jack. Jack popped out, which make Gibbs jump. "Which port?"

"I didn't say port, I said land. Any land!" just then, Jack the monkey swung down and grabbed Jack's hat. The monkey hissed at Jack and Jack hissed back. I chuckled a little. The monkey then through the hat overboard.

The crew all ran over to the side of the ship where Jack's hat was now floating. " Jack's hat! Clear about," Gibbs yelled.

" No, no! Leave it," Jack said. They crew looked at him with confusion. "Run!"

Gibbs looked back at the crew and said, "Back to your stations, the lot of you!" Gibbs then followed Jack with myself right behind him. "Jack?"

"Shhh!" Jack said, hiding under the staircase.

" For the love of mother and child, Jack, what's coming after us?" Gibbs asked.

"Nothing," Jack whispered. Gibbs nodded and began to throw orders at the crew. I walked over to Jack and grabbed his arm, pulling him into his cabin. Once we were in, I sat him down on his bed and took off his coat and boots for him. Jack was still shaken up from the most recent events. I laid him down on the bed and sat beside him.

I caressed the side of Jack's face and said, "Shhh. It's going to be ok. Everything is going to be ok. I won't let anything happen to you, I promise. We will win this."

Jack looked at me with his big kohl rimmed eyes and said with a slight smile, "Aren't I the one that has to tell you that, luv?"

I chuckled, "Well sometimes the roles have to be switched…" I looked deeper into his eyes. They were beautiful. Never ending orbs of onyx. I could stare into them forever.

I felt myself leaning down towards his face. Just as I was mere inches from his lips, I caught myself and placed a small gentle kiss on his rough cheek. "Try and get some sleep Jack… You look like you need it." I caressed his cheek one last time before standing up and walking towards the door. I grabbed the handle and looked back at him only to find him staring back at me with something in his eyes that I couldn't quite make out… it was very similar to the way Ragetti looks at me… I sighed. "Goodnight Jack…"

As I walked out the door, I heard Jack whisper, "Goodnight Francesca Eleanore Jones…"

Well? I hope you all like it! I know it's a lot like the movie, but trust me. Once I get into the story more, it will take its own turn in things… this is just the beginning!

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