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"Who are you?" the guard ordered, pointing the sword at the man in front of him.

"By my attire," the man answered, "you can tell that I am an officer."

"Of what navy?"

"The Spanish Navy, of course."

"Your name?" asked the guard.

"Cap... Jack Sparrow," said the man.

"What kind of Spaniard's called Jack Sparrow?"

"My father was English," answered the man. "But I lived with my mother in Spain. Decided to join the Spanish navy."


"Perhaps," said the man. "But I've joined the stronger side."


"Still," said Jack, "us scoundrel Spanish have had problems with the prisoner, and we have permission to see her, for the King himself."

"Very well," said the guard. "You have a short time with the prisoner."

The door to the prison cell was opened, and Jack walked in, with the door closing behind him. Jack stood in front of the door, staring at its occupant.

A person was curled on the ground, not acknowleding the person's entrance.

"Oh Mary," he whispered, rushing to the person's side, and crouching on the ground. "What have they done to you?"

The person turned over on hearing the sound of his voice. She was a weak woman, no more than thirty years of age. Her face was lined with scars, and the red colour of her hair was barely distinguishable under all of the black dirt.

She tried to get up, but groaned in pain, lowering back to the cold, hard floor.

"J-Jack?" she coughed.

"It's me, luv," he said.

"How did you find me?" she asked.

"Doesn't matter," he answered. "How I'm going to get you out does."

"Forget it," she said.


"There's no way I can get out before the morning," she said. "Plus, I can't escape in this state. It's suicide for you."

"I can try," Jack said fiercely.

"To what end?" she gasped. "So that I can see you die with me? I'd rather go to the gallows tomorrow alone."

"Fine!" Jack spat. "Shame on me on not wanting to see you die."

"And shame on me for not wanting to see you die," she tried to laugh, but it sounded more like sobs. "Here, take this."

Hidden under some dirty rags, she removed a small object.

"The compass?" asked Jack in shock. "How did you get it?"

"Before they arrested me, I got it out of the room," she said, a smile on her face.

"Smart lass," Jack smiled back. "But I'm not taking it. It's yours."

"It'll be of more use to you," she argued.

"No, it won't," he said. "It'll only point to this cell."

"Not after tomorrow," she said. "You know my fate in the morning."

"Okay," Jack sighed. "I'll take it."

"Promise me something?" she asked.

"Anything," he answered.

"Leave now," she said, "and never return."


The island of Tortuga was its usual merry state. Which meant yelling, fights, and drunken men and women struggling to drink even more.

In the midst of the mayhem, two men were seated at the table, talking in hushed voices.

"Are you interested?" asked Jack.

"Me?" replied the man seated in front of him. "You have nothing to offer. I may have hard times at the moment, but I'm not desperate enough to join a Captain with no ship."

"I'll get the ship, Barbossa," Jack assured him.

"When you do," replied Barbossa, "come back to me and then we'll negotiate."


Two men stood in front of a large number of guards, on a large ship.

"William?" asked one.

"Yes, Jack?" replied William.

"It seems like we have a problem," he said.

"It does seem that way."

"How stupid would you have to be to attempt to commandeer a ship full of navy-men?" asked the leader of the guards. "Lock them up!"


They were in a small cell at the lower levels of the ship. William Turner sat on the ground, as Jack stood beside the bars.

"Shame we boarded the wrong ship," William said.

"A shame it is," agreed Jack.

"What shall we do?"

"At the moment, I don't know," sighed Jack.

"It'll be fine," assured William. "It always ends so."

"No it most certainly won't," Jack said. "I'm sick of this!"

He grabbed the bars and pulled hard.

"Of what?"

"This!" Jack exclaimed. "Too long have we been running around aimlessly. We rob, but it's never enough. We always get into these weird problems. I need a bloody ship! What kind of pirates don't have a ship?"

"Calm down," said William. "I know Mary's left recently."

"She didn't leave, like on a trip," sneered Jack. "She died. Don't sugar-coat it."

"It's affecting you Jack," William warned. "Just don't let it cause you to do something you'll regret."

"I won't."

The ship shook violently, suddenly.

"What was that?" William asked.

The ship groaned, and they felt it stop moving.

A guard ran to the cells, and opened the doors.

"We're going to need all the men we can get," he said. "Head to the deck."

When the two of them stood on the deck, they saw a massive ship right in front of the ship they were on. The other ship lay sideways in front of the navy ship, with the starboard side preventing the navy ship from moving.

"Oh hell," whispered William.

All the people on the deck of the navy ship saw the creatures aboard the large ship ahead of them. The disfigured, monstrous, fish-like features frightened them all to the bone.

"Abandon ship!" roared the navy captain.

A few of the navy men got on the boats and dumped them on the sea, then rowing furiously. Others wasted no time, instead jumping out of the ship and attempting to swim as far as they could. The rest were paralysed with fear, remaining on the deck.

"Don't panic," Jack said. "Follow me."

Jack picked up two swords, passing one to William, and a couple of grenades, left behind by the swimming sailors.

They released a boat on to the water, and Jack dove in, with William quickly behind. Jack, however, did not board the boat, instead swimming right beside it, with the obstructing the view of the two from the pirates attacking the navy ship.

The creatures, for lack of a better word, had boarded the navy ship. Some of them held the navy-men, while the rest attempted to shoot the men swimming, or in the boats, on the water below.

"Let us get on that ship," Jack suggested.

"Have you gone mad?" exclaimed William. "I'm not getting into this."

"No time to explain," Jack said. "This is the opportune moment to take that ship. We can do it. Trust me."

William looked around, probably deciding if he could get out of this alone. "Alright," he said. "Let's go."


"Hello," Jack said. "What's this?"

"I don't know," William said.

He held a chest in his arms. A large black chest, which had an unusal keyhole, as if it required two keys placed in simultaneously to unlock.

"It's something that you'll regret touching," a voice said harshly behind him.

Clutching the box tightly, Jack turned around, along with William. They backed away in shock, having seen what looked like the product of a mating between human and squid. A tall creature, with tentacles extending where a chin should've been, stood in front of them. The eyes blazed with fury.

"Who are you?" it asked.

"Captain Jack Sparrow," Jack answered. "Pirate-in-training. And who might your Fishiness be?"

"Davy Jones."

"Oh Lord," William whispered in shock.

"Indeed," Jack said. "So you exist? That's... interesting."

"Give back my chest," Jones ordered, raising the large red claw that resided in where a left hand would be.

"I don't think I will," Jack shot back. "Right?" he said to William.

William was still staring at Davy Jones.

"You are only two people," Davy Jones laughed. "You can't steal it."

"It's not my intention," Jack replied. "I want to negotiate. I give this despicable design of a chest, and you give me something, savvy?"

"Why don't I kill the both of you, and take the chest off your dead hands?" asked Davy Jones.

"Because, I have the chest," Jack searched his pockets with one hand, while holding the chest with the other. He removed a grenade.

"And I'll blow this chest, and the three of us sky high if you make a move," Jack said with a toothy grin.

"Don't," warned Davy Jones.

Jack put the chest back on the table, and was ready to light the grenade.

"Don't!" shouted Davy Jones.

"It means that much to you," Jack said thoughtfully. "Tell me what's in it," he ordered.

"I can't," pleaded Davy Jones.

"You can," Jack retorted. "You may not want to tell, but you can. Tell me now. I will not ask again."

"Very well," Davy Jones' shoulders slumped. "It's my heart in there."

"Your heart?" Jack asked. "So the myth about removing it is true?"


"My my my," Jack laughed. "Finally, an opportunity."

"What do you want?" Jones asked.

"Let me and my companions, including the navy-men and their ship, go safely," Jack asked. "And you can have your heart back."

"Very well," Jones said. "You may go."

Jack put the chest down, and took a few steps. He stopped suddenly, and looked at the chest, and then at Davy Jones.

"I might want something else, too..." Jack said.

"We've made the deal," Jones replied sharply. "You'll have to give me something in return."

"I want a ship," Jack said. "What's that worth?"

"Why should I agree to this deal?" Davy Jones asked.

"Because I still have your heart in my hands," Jack countered.

"But we made a deal!"

Jack pointed at himself. "Pirate."

"I'll give you a magnificient ship, but you'll have to give me something."


"Your soul," Davy Jones said. "In servitude to me."

"How long do I keep the ship?" Jack asked.

William blanched. "What? Are you seriously going to do this, Jack?"

"Don't worry, William," Jack said. "The deal doesn't cover you."

"That's not what I meant."

"Five years," Davy Jones said.

"Pitiful," Jack countered. "Twenty."





"Thirteen," Davy Jones said. "And not a day more."

"Deal," Jack said. "Normally, we'd shake on it, but I'll just wave at you, instead."


"Why? For goodness sakes, why?" William asked as they left the Flying Dutchman.

"I saw an opportunity," Jack explained. "And I took it."

"You'll regret it in thirteen years."

"There's a larger chance of myself being dead in thirteen years," Jack countered.

"And if you aren't?" William persisted.

"I'll deal with it, then," Jack said. "Don't worry, William, it'll be fine. It always ends so."

A/N: I wanted Jack to play a cleric for the Church of England, but I remembered that he laughed at that memory when it was read out in his hanging at the end of the Curse of the Black Pearl. The scene I wrote wouldn't be a humourous thought for him.

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