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Flying Dutchman

We were back on the ship and on the way to the Flying Dutchman. It was raining heavily. "Jack," I started. We were both sitting on barrels by the helm. "Yes, love." "Where does your compas point to?" I asked him. "Well, you know. My compass is unice; it doesn't point north. It points to the things you want most in life." He told me. "Really?" I asked him. "Yeah, you wanna try it?" He asked, and I shook my head. "No, thanks." I don't really know what I want, and I don't want to know. "What was that she said to me?" I asked him. It still confuses me. "What?" Jack asked. "Well, you know when I introduced myself. She said, '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' And then you stopped her from speaking." I said, looking him straight into the eyes. "Really did she?" He asked and stood up. "Yes, she did. What did it mean, Jack?" I asked him, but he quickly walked away. "Look, there is it." He said as he stood next to Will, pointing to a shipwreck. "That's the Flying Dutchman?" Will asked unbelievingly while Gibbs, who now stood next to Jack, nodded. Will Jack ever answer me? What is he hiding? Jack tried to look at me, but I turned to face another direction. "She doesn't look like much." Will said. "Neither do you. Do not underestimate her." Jack said and walked up to Will. "Must have run afoul of the reef." Gibbs suddenly said. "So what's your plan then?" Jack asked. "I row over; search the ship until I find your bloody key." Will said annoyed. "And if there are crewmen?" "I cut down anyone in my path." Will said and turned to the small boats, "I like it. Simple, easy to remember." Jack said, and I approached Will. "Will, Should I come with you?" I asked him, and just then Jack came over to us. "No, no, no. Love, you'll stay here," he said, and I rolled my eyes. "What do you say, Will?" I asked him. "It's fine; I'll be back soon." Will said and gave me an assuring look. "Fine, be safe." I handed him a lantern when he climbed down into the small boat. "Oi!" Jack shouted, so Will looked up at us. "If you do happen to get captured, just say Jack Sparrow sent you to settel his department." It might save your life!" He shouted, and I looked at him confused. "What dept?" I asked him, and he again ignored me. I scoffed and walked over to Marty. Jack was watching through his spyglasses while we all just waited. When suddenly a man with a tentacle face stooped in front of Jack, and just a second later a man had a knife around my neck, and I didn't dare to move. Jack looked around and found my eyes quick. "Oh," he said as he looked back at the man, whom I suppose is Davy Jones. "You have a debt to pay. You've been Captain of the Black Pearl for 13 years. That was our agreement." He spoke to Jack. "Technically, I was only captain for two years, then I was mutinied out."" Then you were a poor captain but a captain nonetheless. Have you not introduced yourself all these years as Captain Jack Sparrow?" He spoke mockingly. "You have my payment. One sould to serve on your ship." Jack said, and I looked at him in disbelief. He just sold out Will. "One soul is not equal to another." Jones told him. "Aha! We've established my proposal is sound in principle. Now we're haggling over the price." Jack said with a smug grin. "Price?" Jones asked confused. "Just how many souls do you think my soul is worth?" Jack asked him. "One hunderd soul." Three days." He spoke. "You're a dimond, mate. Send me back the boy. I'll get right started off." Jack said. "I keep the boy, a good-faith payment. That leaves you only 99 more to go." He said and started laughing along with his crew. "Have you not met Will Turner? He's noble, heroic, and a terrific soprano. Worth at least four. Maybe three and a half. And did I happen to mention, He's in love? With a girl. Due to be married. Bethorath. Dividing him from her and her form him would only be half as cruleas, actually allowing them to be joined in holy matrimony. Aye?" He said, and for a moment Jones didn't move and looked like he was lost in his thoughts. "I keep the boy. 99 souls. But I wonder, Sparrow, can you live with this? Can you condemn an innocent man, a friend, to a lifetime of servitude in your name while youroam free?" Jones asked as he looked Jack straight into his eyes. "Yep, I'm good with it," he spoke, and if looks could kill, Jack would be lying dead on the ground as I glared at him. "Should we seal it in blood? I mean, uh, ink?" Jack asked, and Jones took his hand. "Three days." He spoke and turned around. "Three days." The other man from his crew let go of us and also stared, backing away before they suddenly were gone. I looked around frankly, as I was still confused by what just happened. "Uh, Mr. Gibbs." "Aye." "I feel sullied and unusual." "And how do you intend to harvest these 99 souls in three days?" Gibbs asked Jack. "Fortunately, he was mum as to the condition in which these souls need to be." He said "Ah. Tortuga." Gibbs said. "Tortuga." Jack agreed, and then his eyes landed on me as I still looked around, kind of frankly.