Here I go again.

Chapter Three...

They sailed up the river in their tiny row boats. Going to see Tia Dalma, no less.

Gibbs told Will and Sam of Davy Jones and why Jack needs to see... her.

The talk with Tia Dalma was long, but interesting. Sam listened, but mainly walked around the shack... looking at stuff.

“My dirt.” Jack said as they rowed back to the Pearl after their very odd visit with Tia Dalma.

Sam stared at him with a mix of confusion and more disrespect.

“What are you staring at.” he snapped suddenly.

“Nothing.” she said.

A-R-C-H-I-P-E-L-A-G-O

That night, they sailed into an archipelago of rocks where they saw in the distance a half sunken ship.

“That’s the Flying Dutchman? She doesn’t look like much.” Will said.

“Neither do you,” Jack snapped. “Don’t undersetimate her.” then he turned to Will. “What’s your plan?” he asked.

“I row over and search the ship until I find your bloody key,” Will said with a slight snub in his voice.

“If there are crewmen?” Jack asked.

“I cut down anyone in my path.”

Jack smiled. “I like it. Simple and easy to remember.”

Will nodded and said, “I bring you the key, you give me the Compass?”

“Yes, and if you do get captured, just say, ‘Jack Sparrow sent me to settle his debt,’” Jack ordered and added, “It might save your life!”

Will climbed over the railing and into the rowboat below. Sam watched him with worry in her eyes. He gave her a reassuring look and rowed off. She had a very bad feeling about what was going to happen. She wrapped her coat closer to her body to keep all the rain out. Her wet brown hair dripping down her back.

One by one, the lanterns of the Pearl went out swiftly and silently.

Sam couldn’t see what was going on and she didn’t like that.

“What’s going on?” she hissed at Jack who had his spyglass up and watching what was going on. Then, Davy Jones looked right at Jack. Horror flooded Jack and he put his spyglass down to see the demon of the sea in front of him that moment.

The rest of Jones’s crew appeared and held Jack’s crew so they couldn’t get away.

“You have a debt to pay,” Jones said. “You’ve been captain of the Black Pearl for 13 years. That was the agreement.”

“T-technically, I was only captain for two years- then I was viciously mutinied upon.”

“But a Captain nonetheless,” Jones said. “Have you not introduced yourself all this time as Captain Jack Sparrow?”

“Not that I recall... why do you ask? You have my payment! One sould, to serve on your ship! He’s already over there,” Jack said, referring to Will.

Sam was listening intently and when Jack said that, Sam screamed, “YOU CAN’T DO THAT!” and struggled against the fishmen that were holding her.

Jones heard Sam and went over to look at her, “Why can’t he do that now, little missy?” he said, leaning down to stand face to face with Sam, who, outwardly, didn’t look afraid of Davy Jones.

Sam’s mad eyes kept darting between Jones and Jack and she said, “It would be unjust to cheet upon someone who didn’t even know what was going to happen.” Sam said darkly and in a low voice so only Davy Jones could hear her.

Davy Jones smirked and turned to Jack. “She’s right, you know, Jack!” Davy Jones said with a smirk on his face. “You can’t do that!” he said and motioned for his fishmen to let Sam go. His tentacle arm wrapped itself around her wrist and held on tightly. “There are no trades, no substitutions.”

“Um... there is a precedent regarding servitude, according to The Code of the Bretheren...” Jack started but Davy Jones said, “One soul is not the same as another!”

“As, so we’ve established the proposal is sound in the principle. Now we’re just haggling over the price,” Jack said smartly.

“As has been the case before, I am oddly compelled to listen to you.” Jones confessed.

“Just... um... how many souls do you think my soul is worth?” he asked slyly.

Jones thought while Sam said under her breath, “-100.” “One hundred souls. Three days,” was what Jones said.

“You’re a diamond, mate! Send me back the boy, I’ll get started, right off!”

“No, I keep the boy, a good-faith payment. That leaves you only 99 more to go.” Jones said. Sam glared so hard at Jack right then the crew was amazed that Jack didn’t burst into flames or keel over that moment.

“What! Have you met Will Turner? He’s worth at least four!” Jack said and started on the whole, he’s in love thing.

“I keep the boy, 99 souls, three days.” and Jones and his crew were gone like the Black Spot.

The crew let out a breath but had to panic again when Sam tackled Jack.

T-O-R-T-U-G-A

“Counting those four, that gives us... four.” Gibbs said.

Sam was at the bar, ordering something non-alcoholic. She didn’t want to be off at all until the got Will back.

“It’s on me.” someone behind her said.

Sam looked around and saw a boy a half a head taller than her standing there. He had dark eyes and dark hair pulled back with a dark ribbon. He had on a dark coat with a dark shirt and dark trousers. His boots were brown, dark brown.

“Thanks.” she said, blinking slowly. She had her coat off and was wearing a brown shirt with black trousers and brown boots. Her hair was pulled back.

“I’m Benjamin, by the way. What’s your name?” he asked.

“I’m Samantha. You can call me Sam, though.” she said as her drink was put in front of her.

“You can call me Ben.” he said, smiling as he took a drink of his.

She glanced at the tankard and back to him. “What are you doing in Tortuga?” she asked.

“I’m trying to find a crew.” he said, looking out into the crowd of the pub.

“To join?” she asked quickly, thinking she could maybe help Jack even though he got rid of her brother.

“Not exactly, to Captain. But I guess I could join. Your crew need a another crewman?” he asked, standing up straighter and holding his arms aloft as if offering himself.

“Yes, actually. The crew I’m on needs a lot of crewman!” she said, almost laughing because he was making funny faces to make himself look more offerable.

“Great! Where is your Captain?” Ben asked.

“Over there.” she said and pointed to where Jack and Gibbs were sitting.

“Captain Jack Sparrow?” Ben asked.

“Yes, problems?” Sam asked.

“Nope! Always wanted to be on Captain Jack’s crew!”

Sam closed her eyes in frustration. He liked Jack, and she hated him.

A stray bullet went off and then the entier tavern was in a fight.

“Time to go!” Jack yelled and him and his crew followed off. Sam grabbed Ben’s wrist and dragged him along too.

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