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Chapter 4:

Jack is Back

Down in the dark pit, images washed around in Sarah's head.. She saw herself sitting on a couch in a modern living room along with Abigail. They were both wrapped up in a tortilla of blankets with big smiles on their faces. Sarah couldn't tell what age they were, but with how dark her blonde hair was making it almost brown, she knew it wasn't long before the storm.

The two girls sat in front of a large flat screen watching a film with a lot large landscapes, short people with big hairy feet, and an old man with a large grey hat and staff concerning over a ring. Sarah knew that film - it was one of her all time favorites- but the name wouldn't come to her. It almost aggravated her how much this was happening in the matter of a split second.

The scene started to shift as she was dropped without warning to a different one. She was aboard the Pearl.

Rain pounded into the deck as loud cracks of thunder went through the clouds. Through the rain Sarah could see a mirror image of herself fighting the fish people from Davy Jones's crew along with some from the East India Trading Company. Questions came through her head of what was going on. Her eyes scrounge the deck for Abby.

Abby was nearby with Barbossa by the helm. Barbossa was standing on top of the wheel as he swung his sword and kicked his enemies while he bellowed his eerie laugh and on the deck was Abby who looked to be on the verge of nearly collapsing from exhaustion.

Sarah's eyes turned back to herself. Her enemies were ganging up on her. One of the fish people, Jimmy Legs Sarah guessed, crept up behind Sarah with his sword pointed out. Sarah watched herself not notice the attack coming from behind. She tried screaming "Behind you! Look behind you!" Her voice was lost in the roar of the thunder and ocean. Rain splashed in her eyes causing her to blink more rapidly as she tried to get the attention of her mirror image. She screamed until her throat couldn't take it anymore and she was sitting on her legs and her palms planted on the deck watching.

The Sarah fighting turned around swiftly to block the attack of Jimmy Legs but her sword swung too high. He parried the attack and sunk his blade into her abdomen.

Sarah's eyes shot open to reveal a white blinding light. Her hand raised up to shield her eyes. The gentle sound of waves crashing against a shore could be heard along with voices. Sarah's eyes adjusted to reveal bits and pieces of wood wash up in the sand around her along with familiar faces.

"Sarah!" Abby jogged over to her friend and helped her sit up. Her red hair was soaking wet, dripping water onto Sarah's face as she leaned down. "Are you alright?"

Sarah blinked. "Um...yeah." The land that the crew had landed on was almost white. Large sand dunes filled the area around the shore with small trees for shade near lower elevation. The scenery went all the way down the shore both ways. There was no one in sight besides them. "How did we survive that fall?"

"No clue, but according to Barbossa we made it to where Jack is," Abby informed, shrugging. "Come on." Abby held her hand out and Sarah grabbed it, pulling herself up to her feet.

"This truly is a godforsaken place," Gibbs grumbled coming up beside the the friends. His movements were rigid as his wet clothes stuck to his skin.

Abby glanced around. "I can admit it is definitely not what I expected."

"You don't say," Sarah said. "For a place to be called 'Davy Jones' Locker' I'd expected it to have piles of skeletons everywhere, a crypt and anything else besides sand dunes."

Sarah spotted Barbossa ahead of them scanning the landscape. "He's here. Davy Jones never once gave up that what he took."

"And does it matter?" Will asked from afar drenched in water as well. "We're trapped here by your doing. No different than Jack."

Abby and Sarah traveled up to the group forming around Barbossa. Sarah frowned and said, "Actually he is quite different than Jack thank you." Will shot her an irritated look. In return, she narrowed her eyes.

Small crabs crawled along the sand. Abby had to take a double look because of how odd they looked from what one would expect a crab to look like. These were white with stone-like features. A trail of the crabs crawled under the skirt of Tia Dalma's dress while she held one on her hand and stroked the top of it. "Witty Jack is closer than you think."

On one of the sand dunes, the hull of the Black Pearl tipped forward bringing the entire ship sliding down the hill as if on cue. Sarah stared with her mouth hanging wide open and nearly persuaded herself that she was hallucinating when she spotted the crabs along the bottom, moving the ship.

Nearly all of the crew's eyes were wide open with slacked jaws as they watched the once late captain stare ahead, perched on top of one of the masts. His head was held high and barely moved as the ship slid down the dune.

Jack Sparrow disappeared as the ship rolled into the water. Sarah scanned the area, wondering how or when he could have gotten off, but it didn't matter when she caught him strolling onto shore over to the group with a grin stretched across his face.

He still looked like his old self. The same tricorn hat, long dark brown dreadlocks, and slightly torn long coat. Sarah couldn't help but fling herself at Jack not caring if anyone judged her. She wrapped her arms around him and buried her head into his shoulder, taking the awful yet comforting smell of rum and horrible hygiene.

"I thought you were angry at me," Jack said lowly not returning the hug; just standing there with his arms raised up as they usually were.

In that split second she was reminded of her anger and pulled away. "I still am. It's just...it's nice to have someone around to be mad at again."

Jack studied her face with a hint of a smile. "Whatever you say, love." Crossing her arms, Sarah glared at him. When his attention turned away from her, Sarah couldn't help but let a small smile slip through at the relief of the captain being alive.

"Jack!" Gibbs exclaimed.

"Mr. Gibbs." Jack answered back walking up to the crew.

Gibbs eyebrows rose at Jack's tone but realized his mistake. "Aye, Cap'n!"

"I thought so." Stepping in front of Gibbs and four others who lined up, Jack's face was solemn. "I expect you're able to account for you actions, then."

Gibbs eyebrows drew together. "Sir?"

"There's been a perpetual and virulent lack of discipline upon my vessel. Why? Why is that, sir?"

Gibbs was at a loss for words. "Sir, you're…You're in Davy Jones' Locker, cap'n."

As Gibbs spoke, Jack's eye grew wide and looked around the shore, but he hid the surprise as he spoke. "I know that. I know where I am. And don't think I don't."

"Your reaction proves otherwise," Abby commented observing the captain's facial expressions. He turned to shoot her a look but squinted his eyes instead. He pointed his finger at her with his mouth open as if he was going to say something but was at a loss for words.

Coming through the crowd, Barbossa greeted him. "Jack Sparrow."

"Ah, Hector." Jack smiled and strolled up to Barbossa not surprised to see him without hesitation. "It's been too long. Hasn't it?"

It was strange for Sarah to see someone react that way to a man who was once dead, but she reminded herself it was indeed Jack. He is infamous for his strangeness.

"Aye," Barbossa agreed. "Isla de Muerta, remember? You shot me."

Recognition of the event flashed across Jack's eyes but then went blank. He smiled. "No, I didn't." Standing next to Barbossa was Tia Dalma who Jack verted his attention to next. "Ah, Tia Dalma. Out and about, eh? You add an agreeable sense of the macabre to any delirium."

Tia Dalma did not respond but Will did. "He thinks we're a hallucination."

Sarah jogged down the line of people to where Jack was now at with Abby tagging along. "What do you mean? He can see us! I even hugged him for crying out loud!"

"Yes, we all know," Pintel said, rolling his good eye.

Sarah glared at him. "Shut up."

Jack stared at Will. "William, tell me something: Have you come because you need my help to save a certain distressing damsel, or rather, damsel in distress? Either one."

"No," Will answered a small smirk playing at the corner of his mouth.

"Well, then, you wouldn't be here, would you? So you can't be here. Q.E.D., you're not really here!"

As if on cue, Elizabeth came pushed through the crowd. "Jack. This is real. We're here."

"Do I need to pinch you to make you know you are not dreaming?" Sarah offered. Watching Jack's reactions further through, she began to feel worried.

Jack's eyes widened even more and he kept looking around at the others until he quickly shuffled back over to Gibbs and muttered something to him. Neither Abby or Sarah could make out what was being said.

"He's gone crazy," Abby clucked with sympathy.

Elizabeth glanced over to her. "He's always been." She stepped away from the group. "We've come to rescue you," she told Jack.

Muttering a few more words to Gibbs, Jack spun around. "Have you, now? That's very kind of you. But it would seem that as I possess a ship and you don't, you're the ones in need of rescuing, and I'm not sure as I'm in the mood."

"I see my ship," Barbossa stated. His eyes landed on the Black Pearl floating nearby the shore and pointed at it. "Right there."

Following his finger, Jack maneuvered himself around the others to peer at the ship. He raised his hand to shield his eyes from the sun. "Can't spot it. Must be a tiny little thing hiding somewhere behind the Pearl."

Beside Sarah and Abby, Will let out an irritated sigh and walked up to Jack. "Cutler Beckett has the heart of Davy Jones. He controls the Flying Dutchman."

"-He's taking over the seas-"

"The song has been sung. The Brethren Court is called."

Jack stepped away from the crowd starting to surround him from behind. "Leave you alone for a minute, look what happen. Everything's gone to pot."

That didn't stop from everyone following him as he walked further away. "Aye. The world needs you back something fierce."

"And you need a crew," Will, Abby, and Sarah said in unison.

Sarah was the closest to Jack. Her voice was firm when she spoke this time. "We need you, Jack. Whether you like it or not. You are one of the Pirate Lords."

"Why should I sail with any of you?" Jack asked them all exasperated. "Four of you have tried to kill me in the past. One of you succeeded." Abby meet Elizabeth's eyes before she could shield them away. Will turned to look at her also. "Oh...she's not told you. You'll have loads to talk about while you're here." Jack met Tia Dalma's eyes. "As you for-"

"Now," She cut him off smiling, "don't tell me you didn't enjoy it at the time."

"Fair enough. All right, you're in." He stepped past Pintel. "Don't need you. You scare me. Gibbs, you can come. Marty. Mm… - Cotton!" The parrot squaked in response. "Cotton's parrot, I'm a little iffy, but at least I'll have someone to talk to." He stepped down to Tai Huang and paused. "Who you are?"

"Tai Huang, These are my men," he answered, nodding back to the group behind him.

"Where do you allegiances lie?"

"With the highest bidder."

"I have a ship." Jack motioned to the Pearl.

Tai Huang peered at the ship for a split second and looked back at Jack. "That makes you the highest bidder."

"Good man," Jack answered nodding in approval. Once again he turned around this time heading towards the rowboat to his ship. Weigh anchor, all hands. Prepare to make sail." At his orders, the crew made ways toward the boat at once. Watching them go, Jack pulled out his compass and shut it.

"Jack...Which way are you going, Jack?" Barbossa held up the charts. The monkey Jack sat on his shoulders and screeched making Jack scrunch up his nose.

Sarah's eyes widened. "It survived?"

"What is that?" Jack asked her.

"You'll find out."