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Chapter 3:

Cold and Lost

The cold, brisk air clung to and whipped around the crew as small snowflakes fell, coating any exposed skin and clothing. The winter was new to some of the crew, as they huddled quite closely together, trying to gather warmth, while the rest tried to fight it off and ignore it even when their feet or hands lost feeling.

Sarah and Abby had dealt with winter's before and the long period time with heat, but the snow and ice snuck up on them too. Abby was almost grateful to see the snow and ice as she intently stared at the glaciers the ship sailed through, drinking in the shape and enormity of them. While Sarah on the other hand sat curled up next to her muttering curse words under her breath as she felt the icy air bite into her skin.

"One of the few things I liked about winter was the fact we got to be in a nice warm house for hours and only going outside for a short period of time." Sarah finally managed to say, her teeth chattering. Watching her friend's wide green eyes stare out of the ship she asked, "How are you not registering that your skin is practically covered in ice right now and possibly getting frostbite?"

Abby's thoughts were interrupted and she turned to look at Sarah and shrugged. Her red hair stood out against the dull white and gray colors that swarmed them all for miles. "I guess I wasn't even thinking about it. Thanks for the reminder." Her last sentence came out more bitter than she wanted, but she stuffed the guilt into the back of her mind and rubbed her arms.

"No one said anything about the cold," Pintel whined from beside them on the bench.

Regetti nodded but replied, "I'm sure there must be a good reason for our suffering."

"Why can't that obeah woman bring back Jack the same way she brought back Barbossa?"

Tia Dalma's voice cut sharply into the air from beside them, making Abby jump. "Because Barbossa was only dead." Walking across, she shot Pintel and Regetti and irritable look. "Jack Sparrow is taken, body and soul, to a place not of death, but punishment. The worst fate a person can bring upon himself...stretching on forever. That's what awaits in Davy Jones' Locker."

"He's in between life and death?" Sarah asked. A memory of seeing movies and books about people being stuck between the two sprang into her mind. She felt the nostalgia come and go in a blink of an eye. Tia Dalma quickly met her eyes and gave her a small nod and walked away her lips drawn in a tight line.

The worse fate a person can bring upon himself.

Sarah shivered but this time it wasn't due to the cold.

Staring down at the spot Tia Dalma had once stood, Abby let out a slow breath feeling the small icicles form along her eyebrows and ends of her hair. If it wasn't for the sight of the glaciers to keep her mind astray, the intensity and danger to their rescue mission weighed on her shoulders, dragging her into the floorboards of the deck.

"Yeah," Regetti confirmed. "I knew there was a good reason."

Sarah moved from her spot, receiving a questionable look from Abby. She ignored it and headed past one man who accidentally took it entire toe off trying to warm it from the frostbite, and towards Will. "Have you gotten anything good yet?

"We know for certain these can't be as accurate as modern charts," Will responded, his own teeth chattering. The only thing keeping out the cold was his shirt and pants like everyone else.

Tai Huang, one of Sao Feng's men who met Barbossa and the three girls at the docks, nodded. Snow coated his bamboo hat, and both ice and snow covered his long goatee and mustache making it hard for him to move his lips. "No. But it leads to more places."

Sarah glanced down at the map while Will moved the circular rings to the charts and watched words come together. "Metaphorically speaking or literally places that are not on normal maps?"

"Both."

On the charts, the middle ring twisted under the one around it. The black smudges at the edges came together as they were shifted into forming actual English words. Sarah stared in amazement as it read:

Over the edge over again.

She peered up at the two, "What do you think that means?" They never answered as their eyes fixed upon another set of words under the inner circle reading:

Sunrise sets flash of green.

Sarah breathed in sharply, too airy to be a gasp. "The way these are worded sure are creepy." As if it was a reflex, Sarah plucked the charts from underneath Will's hands and scurried over to Barbossa and handed it to him. "We have found something."

Will and Tai Huang followed, curious to know what the captain would say. Barbossa's old yellow eyes scanned the words that appeared on the charts a few times. It was moments before he lowered them to look at the three.

"Do you care to interpret, Captain Barbossa?"

Lifting his head up in a dramatic manner, Barbossa turned his head over to Gibbs who stood looking out over the icy water. "Ever gazed upon the green flash, Master Gibbs?"

"I reckon I seen my fair share," Gibbs said. "Happens on rare occasion." He stepped of the small platform of where he stood. "The last glimpse of sunset, a green flash shoots up into the sky. Some go their whole lives without ever seeing it - some claim to have seen it who ain't. And some say…"

"-it signals when a soul comes back to this world from the dead." Everyone's heads swiveled toward Pintel who had left his spot with Ragetti and Abby standing behind him. he turned his head just in time to catch getting another irritated look but by Gibbs this time and Barbossa rolling his eyes. "S-sorry…"

Barbossa handed the now rolled up charts to Will. "Trust me, young Master Turner. It's not getting to the land of the dead that's the problem. It's getting back."

Finally, the crew has reached away from the cold and now sail through a blissful calm starry night. The ship sails across the glassy water with the stars reflecting off of it's surface creating an illusion that they were up in the sky going across the stars themselves.

Abby was standing next to Elizabeth watching the water. Something about it irked Abby. Something as calm as this would have a catch, she guessed. But the thoughts went away when he heard footsteps come up to them.

"How long do we continue not talking?"

Abby turned around, confused by the question. She furrowed her eyebrows but saw Will looking at Elizabeth waiting for an answer.

Elizabeth was hesitant. Words for forming on her mouth but no sound came out. She glanced down at the water, her eyes moving as if she was looking for an answer to use. After a moment or two she finally managed to speak. "Once we rescue Jack, everything'll be fine."

No satisfaction showed in Will's eyes by Elizabeth's answer...only hurt. "Then we rescue Jack."

Abby stood still desperately wishing she wasn't there at that moment. Her eyes stayed on the water acting if she wasn't hearing a thing until Elizabeth moved from her spot away. For a split second Abby thought Will would say something but instead she felt his eyes burn into her head. He moved up the deck to Elizabeth's spot.

"I'm sure things will get better between the two of you," Abby reassured, not moving her head. "And everything will be back to normal."

"Too much has changed to make it back to normal," Will replied, his voice soft.

Abby rested her head on her hands that were clinging on to the railing knowing he was right. But is it for the better?

Will shifted his feet and breathed in sharply. Abby lifted her head just in time to see the fog clear out to a sudden end in the water ahead of the ship. She whipped around to inform the crew but Tia Dalma blocked her path.

Tia Dalma's eyes was tight and her jaw was tight. She glanced to the front of the ship and back at Will. It was as if she was trying to stop herself from crying or getting angry, Abby couldn't tell. "For what we want most...there is a cost must be paid in the end."

Not saying anything, Will sprinted right past her to the helm. Abby stayed locked in her spot her eyes nailed to Tia Dalma's. The amount of pain the the woman's eyes were unbearable and it took all the strength Abby had to not fall and let the weight crush her.

The vocabulary of Tia Dalma was mostly in riddles that Abby could never figure out half the time and what they mean to her. She wasn't sure if it meant there was a cost of getting Jack back, or gathering the Brethren Court, or something more deep that no one wants to face. That statement could mean anything.

The breath caught in Abby's throat finally released and she could feel her feet pound against the deck as she heard Barbossa speak.

"Lost?" Abby heard Sarah ask. "How can we be lost? Are we not following the charts?" Out of breath, Abby made it up behind her and nearly collapsed onto her friends back.

"Lost?" Elizabeth repeated, not believing her ears.

Barbossa squinted his eyes to see ahead, his hand firmly on the wheel. "For certain you have to be lost to find a place as can't be found. Elseways, everyone would know where it was."

"That's barbaric!" Abby wheezed out.

Gibbs leaned over to edge of the ship. "We're gaining speed!"

"Aye."

Will started to call out orders. The crew scrambled around to their stations confused to as what was going on. They shouted questions at each other, but did as what they were told. Sarah ran and pulled the thin blanket off Marty who was asleep through the whole thing.

Stepping through the chaos he yelled, "Nay! Belay that! Let her run straight and true!"

Abby and Sarah shared a look from their spots and dashed up to the front. Meters ahead, the water ended with mist only carrying on the illusion of the stars. Sarah's heart jumped up to her throat. Her eyes narrowed at the captain.

Elizabeth stepped away from the rails. "You've doomed us all." She spat at Barbossa.

His voice was calm when he responded, casually wrapping his hand around a rope to steady himself. "Don't be so unkind. You may not survive to pass this way again, and these be the last friendly words you'll hear."

Sarah tore her glare away and rushed back to the helm to try to steer the ship away from the edge. Spinning the wheel furiously, it was doing no good against the roaring of water that kept pushing the ship farther towards the edge. Will came behind her and pulled the rudder too to help move.

Ahead, Abby kept watching the crew and the hull of the ship reach the peak of the edge of the what she assumed to be a giant waterfall. It only made sense that it was a waterfall. The latched herself onto a mast and felt the ship tilt upwards and dangle her feet off of the deck. Her heart sped up when she clenched her eyes and heard the yells from the crew and the eerie laugh Barbossa made when they started to fall. A scream rippled through her throat once she felt gravity make it's final say and send them into a dark abyss of mist.

The water roared against her eardrums as she felt her body go numb before the world went dark.