We ended up on another island, sitting in boats to visit a person. We're in the middle of a river. Jack sat in the front of the little boat while I sat a little behind me, and he had his hand on my knee. We arrived at a house, and Jack stood up out of the boat. "No worries, mats, Tia Dalma and I go way back. Thick as thieves. Nigh inseparable, we are. Were have been." He corrected himself and held out his hand for me to take. I took it, and he pulled me out of the boat up to him. "I'll watch your back." Gibbs told him. "It's me front I'm worried about." He said and slowly approached the door.
He slowly opened it, and to my view, there was a woman with black hair sitting at a table. "Jack Sparrow," she greets him with a grin. "Tia Dalma." He greets her. "I always knew the wind was going to blow you back to me one day." She said, and her eyes landed on me. "Y/n, Swan." I introduced myself. She walked over to me and held my hands. Her eyes flick to Jack briefly, a sly grin curling on her lips. "There is a pull, a strong current, one that wraps itself 'round you, Y/n. A heart, tangled, tryin' to hide in the shadows. But—" Before she can finish, Jack cuts in, "Alright, enough of that, Tia. We didn't come here for poetry, savvy?" But Tia Dalma chuckles softly, her eyes never leaving mine. I was just confused. What in the world was she talking about?
But she then saw Will and ignored the both of us. "You... have a touch of destiny about you, William Turner." She spoke. "You know me?" He asked. "You want to know me." She said, and again, Jack quickly cuts in. "There will be no knowing here. We've come for Helo, and we're not leaving without it," he said. "I thought I knew you." Jack said. "Not so well as I had hoped. Come." She said and gestured for us to follow her. "What services may I do? You know I demant payment." "I brought payment." Jack said and whisteled as Gibbs brought a cage with the dead monkey. "Look. An undead monkey, top that." She let out the monkey, and he ran away. "Don't! You've no idea how long it took us to catch that," Gibbs said, frustrated. "The payment is fair." She said, and Will took out the cloth with the key on it. "We're looking for this. And what it goes to." He told her. "The compass you bartered from me cannot lead you to this." She asked Jack, and we all looked at him. "Maybe, Why?" "I hear you, Jack Sparrow does not know what he wants. Or do you know, but are you loath to claim it as your own?" She asked and grinned at him and then at me. Jack never answered. "Your key goes to a chest. And it is what lay inside the chest you seek, don't it?" "What is inside it?" Gibbs asked, and the others started guessing. "Gold? Jewels? Unclaimed properties of a valuable nature reserve?" "Nothing bad, I hope." "Do you know of Davy Jones?" She asked, and I remember Jack asking about the same question Will asked earlier. I shook my head—no, not really. "A man of the sea. A great sailor. until he runs afoul of that which vex all men." She said. "What vexes all men?" Will asked curious. and Tia Dalma chuckled. "hat indeed?" She asked, and the others guessed again. "The sea?" "Sum?" "The dichotomy of good and evil." We all looked at Ragetti confused. "A woman." Jack cut in, and all the eyes went to him. "A woman. He fell in love." "No, no, no,no I heard it was the sea he fell in love with." Gibbs said. "Same story, different versions, and all are true." Tia Dalma said. "See, it was a woman, as changing and harsh and untamable as the sea. He never stopped loving her. But the pain it caused him was too much to live with but not enough to cause him to die." She told us. "What exactly did he put into the chest?" Will asked "him heart." She answered and put her hand on her chest. "Literally or figuratively?" Ragetti asked. "He couldn't literally pit his heart in a chest. Could he?" Pintel said. "It was not worth feeling what small, fleeting joy life brings. And so he carved out his heart, locked it away in a chest, and hid the chest from the world. The key, he keeps with him all the time." She said, and Will stood up angrily. "You knew." He said, looking right at Jack. "I didn't. I didn't know where the key was, but now we do. All that's left to climb aboard the Flying Dutchman, grab the key, and you can go back to Port Royal, saving your bonnie lass." Jack was about to leave when Tia Darmla stopped him. "Let me see your hand." She said, and Jack slowly walked over to her, and she took a cloth that was wrapped around Jack's hand off. "The Black Spot!" Gibbs yelled and started jumping around a little. "My eyesight's as good as ever, just so you know." He said, and I slowly approached him. "What is the Black Spot?" I asked him. "Later, love. I'll tell you later. "I have just the thing. Now, where did I put it?" Tia Dalma asked as she walked into another dark room. She came out of the room with a bottle. "Davy Jones cannot make port. Cannot step on land but once every ten years. Land is where you're safe, Jack Sparrow, and so you will carry land with you." She said and handed him the bottle. He slowly took it and ooked at it. "Dirt. This is a jar of dirt." He spoke. "Yeah." "Is this jar of dirt going to help?" he asked. "If you don't want it, give it back." Tia Dalma said, reaching out for the jar. "No." Jack said and pulled the jar against his chest. "Then it helps." Tia Dalma said, and Jack then handed the Jar to me. "I trust you with it, love." He said, and we turned back to Tia Drama. "It seems we have a need to find the Flying Dutchman." Will said, and Tia Darma sat down. "A touch of destiny." She spoke and threw a few crab claws onto her table.
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FanfictionY/n Swan. She is the sister of Elizabeth Swan and second daughter of Govener Swan. She's not like her sister, though. She loves the action, and she hates everything that has to do with royalty. Her and her sister get along quite well, but when she h...
