In the jail cell down in The Flying Dutchman's brig, Jack was pacing the cell, his mind on things until he heard some noises from above. He raised an eyebrow before giving a small smirk and heading to the door. He opened it, knowing that Davy Jones had left it unlocked for him. He then started to head upstairs and towards the action.

From aboard The Pearl, Gibbs was yelling, "Batten down the hatches!" He then went down to where all the canons were and yelled to them. "Stand by your guns!" The crew was scurrying around and getting ready for the upcoming battle.

Back on the Dutchman, Mercer was yelling at his and Jones' men to get by their weapons of choice as well. The battle was going to begin. The rain not ceasing as they went around and the maelstrom.

"Wait till they get into position!" Gibbs yelled before Beckett's ship, the Endeavor, was in range of the canons.

Barbossa then yelled, "FIRE!"

Followed by Elizabeth, "Fire!"

Then Gibbs, "Fire! Fire all!" With that, the guns were ignited and sent towards their enemy.

On the Flying Dutchman, Jones called, "Fire!" His crew sent the cannonballs flying, trying to miss the Black Pearl and discretely hit Beckett's instead.

"Fire!" Will said and soon cannonballs were flying every which way. Some cannonballs were blasting through the guard rails. Some of Davy Jones's crew members were getting hit. A sacrifice for the higher good. As the two ships continued to go around, pieces of all three ships were being flung every which way.

"It be too late to alter course now matey!" Barbossa said as he laughed, his hands gripping the steering wheel in full exhilaration.

"No kidding," Carmella said before quickly moving her arm up and letting some water to encase a cannonball that was going to hit the three of them. As she let it get suspended in mid-air, Faye went and blasted it back in a different direction with some of her wind.

"Nice shot," Carmella said with a grin.

"It's all in the angle," Faye said with a laugh before looking around them and at the chaos.

Back on the Dutchman, Jack sauntered into Jones' cabin and the guards pointed their smaller canons at him.

"Stop or we'll shoot!" said Mullroy said loudly before a cannonball shot through the wall behind him in one clean sweep.

Jack laughed a little, "Good one," He said before making a few strides forward. "Just come to get me affects," He then found his gear and started to put them on before talking again. "Admirable as it may be, why are you here when you could be elsewhere." He then placed his signature hat back onto his head.

"Someone must stay to guard the chest," Murtogg said quite proudly before he then turned his cannon to the heart.

"There's no question, there has been a breakdown in military discipline aboard this vessel," said Mullroy to Murtogg.

"I blame the fish people," Murtogg replied.

Mulroy, "Oh, so fish people, by being fish people, automatically aren't as disciplined as non-fish people." As the two were arguing, Jack grabbed the chest and started to leave the room.

"Seems contributory, all I'm saying," Murtogg said.

"It is true, if there were no fish people, they'll be no need to guard the chest," Mullroy said as Jack went through the door and out of view.

"And if there was no chest, we wouldn't need to be here to guard it," Murtogg said before they looked down at the missing chest before a cannonball went through the wall in front of them as they looked at the open door. Their eyes then glanced at each other in knowing doom.

Meanwhile, outside, the fighting continued.

"Prepare to board!" Mercer yelled before a cannonball was fired towards them. Davy took this chance to knock him over and out of the way. To make it look like he 'saved' him.

Though in reality, he had something else planned. From behind they looked fine, but he then grabbed Mercer's arm with his crab claw, while his tentacle hand took the other. Mercer looked between the two hands in fear as his eyes grew wide. He knew doom was impending. Jones then leaned down and whispered into his ear, "This is for my daughters." His beard tentacles then started to wrap around his neck and go into his mouth. In one sweeping motion, he was choked and killed. As Mercer's limp body started to go backward, he took the key and ripped it off his neck, letting the body drop onto the ground like dead weight.