I'm so sorry for the late update! My WiFi wasn't working and I was so busy! And ever since I saw the musical Wicked a few weeks ago, my mind is in theatre mode. That's not a very good excuse, but I try. Anyways, thank you, Hatsunation, for helping me out with editing this chapter! I wish you would have showed up sooner while I was writing the earlier stories because you are so helpful!

Disclaimer: I do not own any rights to Pirates of the Caribbean. I only own Abigail Unger and Sarah Williams.

Chapter 5:

Silly Thing to Die For

The two captains started a silent competition between each other once the Pearl had set sail back to the land of the living. When Barbossa ordered the crew to do one thing, Jack would repeat it as if he was initially giving the order as he wandered on the other side of the deck.

"What are ya doing?" Barbossa asked Jack. They both came around a mast to face each other.

"What are you doing?" Jack countered back nearly shouting.

Barbossa narrowed his eyes. "No, what are ye doing?"

"No, what are you doing?"

"What are ye doing?"

"What are you - Captain gives orders on the ship," Jack announced, finally stopping the constant repeating.

Barbossa narrowed his eyes."That captain of the ship is giving orders."

Jack paused and looked around, holding his head up like a child as he boasted, "My ship, makes me captain."

Barbossa lifted the charts in his hand they he hadn't set down once. "They be my charts."

"That makes you...chartman!" Jack said, motioning towards the charts.

Sarah rolled her eyes and shouted from the quarter deck. "Oh will you two quit it!"

"Yeah," Pintel yelled coming down the stairs from the upper deck, "Stow it! The both of you! That's an order! Understand?!"

Sarah's eyebrows rose. The deck fell silent as everyone froze in their place. Pintel stared at the two captain's, his face red.

"Pintel?" Abby asked from the quarter deck, leaning over the railing down at the scene.

Pintel blinked and realized everyone was staring at him. "Sorry. I just thought with the captain issue in doubt, I'd throw my name for consideration." He gave the two captain's a queasy smile and shrunk back. "Sorry,.."

The two said nothing. Barbossa limped towards the stairs, pushing away Jack who tried to get ahead of him. The deck was silent as they watched the two go to the wheel that was being steered by Mr. Cotton.

"I would vote for you," Sarah said to Pintel, breaking the silence. He muttered a 'thanks' and walked away in embarrassment. She ran up the steps.

Barbossa pulled out with spyglass and looked into it, watching in front of the ship for what lied ahead. Jack strutted up next to him, looking at the spyglass with a cheeky smile. He reached into his coat to pull out his own. When he tried to extend it, the spyglass only stretched about a foot where Barbossa's stretched out to about two feet. Looking at Barbossa making sure he didn't see, Jack closed it and opened it once again, a frown forming on his face. Barbossa glanced over to him with a raised eyebrow.

Jack turned away from him, hiding his tiny spy glass and trudged away.

"Aw, does wittle Jack have a wittle spyglass?" Sarah cooed jokingly at him. She leaned slightly against the railing, her arms crossed and a smirk playing on her lips. Jack shot her a look.

Abby stifled a laugh. "One point for Barbossa. Zero for Jack."

A sudden thought came to Sarah. "Now that you say that, we should make this a game!"

"It's already a game."

"Yes, but now I have made it official."

"Now it is," Abby declared grinning, walking back down to steps backward out of boredom. Turning around on the bottom step, she breathed in deeply and exhaled.

The sun was shining down on the deck. As she walked, Abby could feel the heat radiate off the wood beneath her boots. Images flashed across her mind of the Kraken's giant tentacles working their way into a ship, grabbing any living being they could find. The images hit her like a brick wall and stopped her.

The deck turned into chaos of debris everywhere and screams. Dead bodies filled the deck with piles of wood and weapons scattered around them. What once was the main mast, was one of the Kraken's tentacle looming over, ready to drop down and split the ship in half. But it didn't. The tentacle wrapped around a net full of barrels with one person caught hanging off of it. Will. By that time in the moment, she was already laying on the deck, barely escaping the flames that erupted, motionless-

Abby blinked and she was back to the normal, non-destroyed deck. Through the resurfacing memory, her breathing was quick and short. Her limbs locked and her heart pounding. Looking up, all the masts were still intact and nothing came shooting out of the water. No dead bodies. Everyone was alive and lounging by their stations as a calm breeze swooped in.

The breeze was cold, stripping away the heat of the sun from her skin. Abby shook her head and blinked. That was odd, she thought.

The hatch was open and Abby peered in down to see none other than Will leaning against a beam, his back facing her. She she crept down, waiting for him to move or say something, but he didn't. She knew why.

"I'm assuming you talked to Elizabeth," She said.

Will jumped a little from the sound of her voice and turned to face her. "After our discussion I can't figure whether or not I could trust her anymore."

"I'm sorry," was all Abby could get out. "It was her choice not to tell you. Sometimes secrets need to be kept hidden for a reason."

"I'm sure you have plenty experience with keeping secrets," Will said bitterly.

Abby frowned. "Look, we were all panicked and scared then causing us to do things we didn't mean to do. And yes, that can cause secrets to be made."

"Are you defending her?" He asked her, narrowing his eyes.

"Yes and no." Abby sighed. She would have explained why, but she couldn't find her voice. Her eyes caught his and she couldn't tear them away. They were the same color brown from when she first got a good look at them, but something was different. Anger, hurt, distrust. "Did it mean anything?"

The change of topic threw Will off. His eyebrows furrowed. "What did?"

"The kiss. The kiss after the Kraken destroyed that merchant ship."

"I'm not sure. We were panicked and scared, causing us to do things we don't mean to do."

Abby flinched at her words being thrown right at her. It was clear his anger did not fade. "I - I - after - I just thought-" She stopped. Her stuttering was getting her nowhere. "I shouldn't have mentioned it." She turned to leave, but Will lightly grabbed her arm.

"What did you think, Abby?"

Abby sighed and looked at him. The confusion was still there in his features but they softened. "I have really strong feelings for you and I assumed from the kiss you felt the same."

"What made you think I didn't?" Will stepped closer to her and moved his hand from her wrist to her chin, tilting it up.

"I don't know."

"I do, Abigail," he said. "I care for you more than I possibly could."

"What about Elizabeth? You are engaged to her." Abby felt the tiny flare of jealousy light up inside her.

Will shook his head. "I'm not sure I love her as much as I once did considering the circumstances between us."

"Well when you figure things out, come talk to me. I will always be here to stand by you."

At least that is what Abby hoped anyways.

The sun had finally dissappeared from the sky, plunging the Black Pearl into darkness. Fog hovered around the ship like a curtain, making it hard to see the surrounding water.

Pintel and Ragetti sat on the forecastle. Sitting on the railing and dangling one of the legs over the edge, Ragetti gazed out into the water, holding a wooden fishing rod. Focusing his eyes on something floating on the surface of the water, he jumped up and landed on the deck.

Sarah sat nearby, tying a short piece of rope over and over again out of boredom, looked up. "What's wrong? Did a big fish scare you?"

Ragetti didn't answer as he and Pintel leaned over the railing at the water. Sarah rose an eyebrow and stood up and peered over as well. Her eyes widened.

What scared Ragetti wasn't a big fish. Or any type of sea creature it was. It was a body. A body wearing a white nightgown floating in the water under the surface. Sarah's eyes followed the direction of where the body came from and found more like it. Limp, pale bodies floating in white clothing.

"I guess this would be a terrible time to joke and say I see dead people, isn't it?" She asked. She couldn't help but keep staring at them taking in how eerily peaceful they all were. Among the bodies, many adults, a small one floated along. The small form looked to be a girl with dark dark hair floating around her head, it's ends fading into the dark where the light from the lanterns didn't reach. A small dead girl. The only child that could be seen at that moment.

Sarah almost threw up.

"Eerie," Pintel commented. "That's downright macabre."

Ragetti leaned over to Pintel. "I wonder what would happen if you dropped a cannonball on one of them?" Letting the idea sink in, the three all shared a look.

Sarah was the one who didn't like the idea. "What the hell? No! Leave the dead in peace!" They didn't listen to her while they scampered over and picked up a few cannonballs and carried them over chuckling. She watched them with her jaw slacked. Idiots.

When she turned back towards the bodies, Tia Dalma stood next to her. Both of her hands grasped the railing, her eyes fill with grief. The two cannonballs Pintel and Ragetti carried dropped onto the deck and rolled away.

"Be disrespectful, it would," Pintel whispered to Ragetti, staring at Tia Dalma.

Tia Dalma narrowed her eyes at the two. "They should be in the care of Davy Jones. That was the duty him was charged with…by the goddess, Calypso. To ferry those who die at sea to the other side. And every ten years, him could come ashore, to be with she who love him...truly." Tia Dalma turned back towards the bodies. "But the man has become a monster."

"So he wasn't always...tentacley?" Ragetti asked, raising his hand to his chin to mimic Davy Jones' tentacle beard.

"No," she shook her head and touched the locket that hung from her neck . "Him was a man...once."

Sarah stared at her in disbelief. "I can hardly believe he was an actual man once," she muttered. "I wonder what changed him."

Coming into view behind the bodies, boats came floating by with more people in them. This time sitting upright expressionless with a candle for light.

Abby could see the bodies too from where she sat next to Will, Marty, Tai Huang, and a few others quietly talking to eachother. She pulled her head up from Will's shoulder and walked over to the rail just in time to see the boats float by. Gibbs came up behind her, loading a rifle.

"Don't," She warned Gibbs. Lowering the gun, Gibbs gave her a wary look.

"They're not a threat to us," Will said, "Am I right?"

All eyes turned to Tia Dalma who appeared next to Gibbs. "We are nothing but ghost to them."

"It's best just let them be," Barbossa told them in a calm voice. He watched the boats float past them.

Hundreds came and went, all silent as they floated past the Pearl not acknowledging its existence. Sarah walked along the deck, following the boats and never taking her eyes off of them. She would only briefly glance at each of the people until her eyes landed on a familiar large curly wig. Governor Swann. Elizabeth's father.

Sarah searched for Elizabeth along the deck, wondering if she saw him yet. The air felt heavy and thick, making it almost hard to breath. The people in the boats were dead. Or at least that was what Tia Dalma were making them out to be.

Elizabeth caught sight of her father, coming to the rail. "It's my father," She said with a hint of excitement. "We've made it back. Father! Father, here, look here!" She kept calling down to her father who was staring ahead in a boat to himself with a small lantern casting a small light onto his face. Governor Swann's face was expressionless, blank, not registering his daughter call out to him.

"Elizabeth-" Abby began to say, but Elizabeth cut her off and continued to try to catch her father's attention.

"Elizabeth...We're not back."

Elizabeth looked at Jack, her small smile fading at his words. She brought her attention back to her father with no trace of excitement in her voice. "Father!"

Governor Swann's head finally swiveled towards the ship, seeing his daughter. "Elizabeth. Are you dead?" He examined. Elizabeth shook her head and his eyes saddened. "I think I am."

"No, you can't be!" Elizabeth shook her head as she followed his boat along the deck. The whole deck was silent as they watched the scene.

Governor Swann looked ahead of him. "There was this chest; you see. It's odd. At the time it seemed so important…"

"Come aboard!"

"...And a heart...I learned that if you stab the heart, yours must take its place. And you will sail the seas for eternity. The Dutchman must have a captain. Silly thing to die for."

Abby's stomach clenched, remembering hearing something similar before. They lost the heart - the chest- with no knowledge of where it could be at. If whoever had it now at the moment knew of this, they could control the seas. She felt pity towards the man for his fate. He was too good of a man to deserve it.

Elizabeth looked back at the deck, searching for a rope. "Someone, cast a line! Come back with us!" Marty picked up the rope she had been eyeing to give it to her, but she tore it out of his hands before he could and threw one of the ends down to her father. "Take the line!"

He didn't move an inch. "I'm so proud of you, Elizabeth." Elizabeth screamed at him to take the line until it slid off his boat and into the water.

Elizabeth dropped the line and dashed up to the Quarter Deck, placing her foot onto the railing ready launch herself off of the ship.

"She must not leave the ship!" Tia Dalma ordered. The crew rushed towards Elizabeth. Sarah was the first one to get to her and she latchedher hand on to the back of Elizabeth's shirt and pulled her down right before she jumped. Elizabeth screamed after her father for him to come aboard. Tears spilled down her cheeks as she watched him float away in the boat and leaned onto Sarah crying into her shoulder. Sarah patted her back to comfort her.

Will rested a hand on Elizabeth and turned to Tia Dalma. "Is there a way?"

Tia Dalma shook her head.