In the Hands of Fate II: Dead Man's Chest

Chapter Fourteen

Jack and James knocked each other back and Will snagged to key, taking off again. I stood and watched as Jack somehow got the key again and James threw Will down and kicked sand in his face. I kept up with Jack as much as I could. I stopped for a second when we reached an old mill and tried to catch my breath but Jack pulled on my wrist and dragged me up the stairs.

I continued to climb as Jack stopped to fend off Norrington. They fought; Will joined and somehow managed to make it to the roof with the key in hand.

I parried with him for a bit, taking the key when I had a chance. It was promptly ripped out of my hand and I turned to see Norrington. I chased him and Will to the waterwheel. "Don't you know it's a bad idea to piss off a gypsy?" I wondered, taking the key back a bit too forcefully. Jack appeared behind me as I lost my footing. I could've sworn I saw Jack and James try to grab me as I fell. The key flew from my hand and into the air and was grabbed by Jack.

I slipped down the roof and landed on my bum next to Jack's sword. Jack himself landed next to me not a minute later. He got up, helped me stand and grabbed his sword. "Still rooting for you mate!" he called back.

We tried to make our get away with the key, but of course Jack had to fall into an un-dug grave.

"Could you be anymore clumsy, vrabie?" I muttered as I tried helping him out. There was a loud crack behind me as I got him out and out of the way of the large wheel.

"Now, we just have to get back to the chest," he groaned out of breath.

"Shall we?" We both took off through the jungle and back to the beach. I stopped when I saw one of Davy Jones' crew carrying the chest. "Jack, look!" I said pointing the fish thing out.

Jack's eyes widened and he looked about. He picked up a coconut from our feet and tossed it, knocking off the creature's head.

We sauntered over to the chest where Jack opened it carefully. Sitting in the corner, almost like it was cowering, was the heart of Davy Jones.

"Brută," I mumbled.

Jack picked it up and stared at it. I tried not to gag.

"Interesting…" he whispered.

A huge commotion to our left caused him to stuff the heart in his vest and we took off running.

"Jar of dirt," Jack called helplessly as we neared the longboat.

I scrambled about as I grabbed the jar and emptied it out a little. Jack threw the heart in and we hurriedly covered it up. Just as I went to place it back in the boat, one of Jones' fish things swung at Jack. I yelped as Jack fought him off with an oar.

The waterwheel fell not far off from us and James and Will climbed out. Will stumbled off in the direction of the main battle went on and Norrington made his way over toward us.

I stopped him before he got to the boat.

"What are you doing, Luna?" he interrogated, "Get out of my way!"

I shook my head. "The Letters of Marque are in Jack's jacket, the heart is in the jar."

"Why are you helping me?"

"The same reason I've told you so much. Just trust me like I trust you. It'll all work out in the end," He looked at me strangely as I moved out of his way. "GO!" I called as I went to help Will.

It didn't take long before I was forced back to the boat. Jack knocked Will out and Elizabeth rushed to him.

"Leave him!" I bellowed to her. "Unless you plan on using him to hit something, I doubt you can lift him."

The group of fish faces closed in on us.

"We're not getting out of this!" This was Elizabeth's ingenious statement.

"Not with the chest. Into the boat!" ordered Norrington as he reached for the chest.

"You're daft!" I told him, realizing his plan.

He looked at me, gratitude in his eyes. "Don't wait for me." He waddled off, taking the cursed crew with him.

"I say we respect his final wish," I mumble.

"Aye," came Jack's agreement.

A/n: So I'm pretty sure vrabie means sparrow and Brută means gross.