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Disclaimer: (this is for those who think I think I own Pirates. In my dreams I do. but in real life Disney owns it) I dont own any of the orginal POTC Characters but I do own Jessa Sparrow. She is mine and mine alone. I own her she is my creation^^

Chapter Two: The Key

The sound of the ocean crashing up on the rocks of the shore was deafening. The thunderous roar made the men’s ears ring. The guards stood watch as the workers threw the dead prisoners coffins in to the crushing current. With one last hard toss the last coffin was in the sea. Making its way out to the open ocean and waiting to sink to the watery depths.

A lone crow flew over the numerous crude wooden coffins. These coffins all held men that had been charged with treason to the crown and piracy. Now there damned souls wandered around in the depths of the ocean they had once loved.

The crow swooped down and landed on the coffin nearest the disappearing island. Oddly enough there were bugs crawling all over the coffin. As if it had been laying under a pile of other coffins and the worms and maggots had gotten to it first. It began scarfing down the bugs. They actually tasted pleasant. Better than the men that the law had condemned to the cages. But that delight was short lived. A bullet shot up from inside the coffin breaking a hole in the wood and killing the crow.

And guessed who managed to get his head out and sit up in the coffin.

Captain Jack Sparrow.

“I ‘ope you won’t mind if I change our current course Mate.” he said in his usual slurred voice to the corpse that the coffin had originally belonged to. Then he yanked off one of the corpses decaying skeleton legs.

“Pardon me Mate. I ‘ave need of this.” And he began to row via leg oar to the Black Pearl. Which he could see a few hundred yards away floating like a phantom in the dark of night.

Once the crew managed to get Jack on board the Pearl he passed off the leg to his first mate, Mr. Gibbs. Who looked at it as if it were the devil. He quickly discarded it into the ocean.

Jessa landed on the deck with a slight thud. She walked over to her father and saluted him. “Every thing ship shape, Jessa?” he said in his normal drunken drone. “Every thing the way you left it Captain Jack.” She said with a triumphant grin.

“What took ye so long Cap’n? You know it be bad luck with this unusual fog to be so close to the dead.” Gibbs said his drunkenness obvious. But that didn’t faze Jack none. He was like that 24/7.

“Well Mate this little bute wasn’t easy to get me hands on. Savy?”

Jessa and Gibbs looked at Jack like he was out of his mind. “What?” They said in unison. Though his words were slurred and hers was simply high pitched.

Jack stuck his finger in his ear and twisted it about as if he were cleaning it. “You really need to tone down a bit Luv.”

Jessa sent an annoyed look at her father. He only gave a goofy grin and winked. Then returning to the current conversation, “In answer to your fine question Mates,” he pulled out a piece of folded up cloth.

“Whats that?” Jessa asked leaning over Gibbs’ shoulder. Jack let Jessa take the cloth from his hand. As she unfolded it Jack looked at her as if he was the one wondering what was inside. Jessa stared at the dark lines drawn onto the cloth. It looked like some sort of weird key.

“What is it?” She asked. Jack looked at her as if he was completely blown away from his daughters question. Gibbs took the cloth from Jessa and gasped when he saw it. Fear clearly written on his face. There was no trace of the dunk who had been there only moments ago.

“Jack ye must be daft. To go looking for dis key.” Gibbs looked frighten. As if he had seen a ghost.

“What KEY is this?” Jessa yelled at the two men.

“Its not what key it is. Its who’s key it is.” Jack said in a very knowing tone of voice. Like when a school teacher is teaching a child.

“HUH???” Jessa asked completely confused. Gibbs was still staring at the cloth like it was some thing evil.

“What do you know of Davy Jones Jessa?” Jack said leaning in close to his daughter. He just got a creped out look from her. Even though they were father and daughter Jessa didn’t quite like Jack’s obsessive habit of getting into peoples personal space.

“Not much Jack.” Jessa stated backing up from her father. Jack walked up to her and put his arm around her shoulder.

“Well then Luv. It won’t hurt you if you don’t know.” And Jack walked off to his cabin and passing Gibbs as he went by. He grabbed the cloth from his hand and Gibbs gave him a nasty glare.

“Thats not like Mr. Gibbs. Glaring at Jack like that.” Jessa went up to Mr. Gibbs. Who once agian took a big swig of his precious rum. “What was he talking about Mr. Gibbs? Who is Davy Jones?” She knew if she didn’t get an answer from her father she would most diffidently get one from the paranoid Mr. Gibbs.

Gibbs looked at her with fear written on his face. “Come and sit with me Lass. This may take a bit.” He went over to a set of stairs and sat down. Jessa did the same but nearly passed out as his rum infested breath wafted up to her nose. “Disgusting.”

When Gibbs knew she was ready to listen he began. “Well lass... Davy Jones be a sorta legend. Like a myth. To most people who are unfortunate to hear a tale about ‘em.”

Jessa just sat there taking in the old sea dogs words. “Yah see lass... Davy Jones was once a living breathing man. But he fell in love with a woman. Dey where te be wed. But on ‘is wedd’n day she left him fer another man.”

“Thats so sad. What happened next?” Jessa was entranced. She took every word in. It was such a tragic tale. Gibbs looked pleased with himself for getting her attention. He usually just got weird looks from the fiery teen.

“Well Lass I’ll tell ye what ‘appned.” Gibbs paused for effect. “Poor Davy’s heart was broken and he couldn’t bear de ‘orrible pain it caused ‘em. So he cut it out.” He jerked his hand in a cutting motion and made Jessa jump and rub were her heart lay. “He locked it away in a chest and buried it. No one knows where da key be. But now he haunts these waters, making souls become his crew. His ship be da Flying Dutchman. And his crew is all of sea phantoms. Davy Jones ‘emself is part of de see. So he looks like da sea.” Gibbs took another swig of rum. “It be getting late lass. Me off to be bunk. Night Lass,” and he disappeared below deck.

Jessa clambered back up to the crows nest and sat down. She loved it up there. It was like her thoughtful spot. And she felt like she was flying when she was so high above the ship and the ocean.

“I wonder why Jack wants to find the key. Seems like a foolish ambition. Poor Davy Jones. Having lost the person he loved most. That must have been painful.”

And with that on her mind she let the sound of the sea carry her away into a deep sleep. Her dreams that night consisted of sea phantoms, a chest, and a flying dutchman.