Sorry guys, real quick, anything that looks or sounds like the script is, I am just using it to help the story all rights to disney. Second this is my first story so please bear with me. Its rated M for the end :) Please enjoy! I will update as the reviews demand

"Fifteen men on a dead man's chest yo ho yo ho and a bottle of rum." Sang Gibbs. The nigh was shrouded in fog and he could just make out a group of crows flying towards the prison. It had been a few hours; Jack should be out by now.

"Drink and the devil had done for the rest- yo ho yo and a bottle of rum." He continued.

Suddenly a gunshot was heard in the water. Gibbs ran to starboard and looked into the thick fog but he could see nothing out of the ordinary. He heard splashing at the base of the ship though and looked to see Jack climbing out of an odd boat and up the side of the ship. Gibbs reached out a hand to help Jack onto the boat but instead was handed the skeletal remains of a leg. Gibbs looked at the leg with curiosity as Cotton draped a coat onto Jack's back.

"Not quite according to plan." Gibbs said.

"Complications arose, ensued, were overcome" replied Jack.

"You got what you went in there for then?" asked Gibbs.

"Mm-hmm!" Jack as he pulled out a roll of cloth from his pocket, much to Gibbs disappointment.

"Captain, I think the crew, meaning me as well, were expecting something a bit more…shiny- what with the Isla de Muerta going all pear shaped, reclaimed by the sea, and the treasure with it."

"And the Royal Navy chasing us all around the Atlantic" interjected a pirate.

"And the hurricane" added Marty

"Aye!" answered the crew.

"All in all, it's seems some time since we did a speck of honest pirating" finished Gibbs.

"Shiny?" asked Jack

"Aye shiny" said Gibbs.

"Is that how you're all reeling, then? Perhaps dear old Jack is not serving your best interests as captain?" Jack said.

"Awk! Walk the plank!" screeched Cotton's parrot as he quickly clamped his hand over it.

Jack pointed his pistol at the bird and cocked it, "What did the bird say?" he demanded.

"Do not blame the bird. Show us what is on that piece of cloth there." Said a pirate

Jack pulled the cloth out of his pocket but before he could unroll it, Jack the monkey screeched down from the rigging and grabbed it. Jack tried to shoot it with is gun, but it simply sparked because of wet powder. He grabbed the sailor's gun standing next to him and blasted the monkey while it was on deck causing it to drop the cloth. The monkey however, scurried back up the rigging unharmed.

"Know that don't do not good" said Gibbs

"It does me" replied Jack.

Marty walked over to where the cloth lay and picked it up, "It's a key!"

"No! Much more better. It is a drawing of a key" said Jack holding it up for the skeptical crew to see. "Gentlemen, what do keys do?"

"Keys…unlock …things?" said a sailor.

"And whatever this key unlocks, inside there's something valuable. So. We're setting out to find whatever this key unlocks!"

"No! If we don't have the key, we can't open whatever it is we don't have that it unlocks. So what purpose would be served in finding whatever need be unlocked, which we don't have, without first having found the key that unlocks it?" explained Jack.

"So- We're going after this key!" said Gibbs

"You're not making any sense at all. Anymore questions?" asked Jack.

"So… Do we have a heading?"

"Ah! A heading!" said Jack looking at his compass, "Set sail in –"but he paused, the compass was pointing to Tortuga, where they had made port only a few weeks ago, there was nothing there he wanted; he needed the key. "Set sail in a general…that way direction!"

Jack walked back to his cabin, cloth and compass in hand. He was staring intently at the compass shaking it and opening it repeatedly.

The crew looked at Gibbs for an explanation of Jack's behavior.

"Settin' sail without knowing his own headin'? Somethin's got Jack vexed. Mark my words, what bodes ill for Jack Sparrow bodes ill for us all."

Jack had been studying his maps for the past two hours, or what he could guess. He tapped his compass for what seemed the twelfth time; it still did not point in any one direction.

"Bugger" he mumbled as he reached for the bottle of rum on the table, only to find that it was empty.

"Gone," he said, "Why is the rum always gone?"

He stood up to get another bottle but he stumbled across the cabin away from the door.

"Oh…that's why."

He regained his balance, picked up his hat, and swaggered down the stairs to where the remainder of the crew was now sleeping. Not a single person moved as he paused on the level.

"As you were gents"

He reached the doors to the storage room where the remainder of the rum was hopefully still safely tucked away simply waiting for him to get it. Jack searched along the empty row of rum bottles.

"Ah" he said pulling a bottle from its case, but it was only filled with sand.

He sighed and something shifted in the corner causing him immediately to draw his pistol.

"Who's there?"

"Times run out Jack." An eerie voice rasped in the darkness.

Jack looked around the piles of barrels and crates until he found the source of the noise.

"Bootsrap? Bill Turner."

Bootstrap lifted his head from where he was sitting on a barrel and Jack cringed at the sight of him. Bootstrap's face was a sickly blue, a starfish clung to his forehead and crabs scuttled around his face.

"You look good Jack" Bootstrap rasped

"Is this a dream?" Jack asked.

"No"

"I thought not, if it were, there'd be rum." Said Jack

Bootstrap reached out his hand, a full rum bottle trapped in his clutches. Jack reached out and pried Bootstraps fingers from the neck of the bottle.

"I see you got the Pearl back I see"

"I had some help retrieving the Pearl by the way, your son"

"William? He ended up a pirate after all." Bootstrap replied regret was etched in every line on his face.

"To what do I owe the pleasure of your carbuncle?" Jack asked

"He sent me"

"Who?"

"Davy Jones" Bootstrap replied

"Ah so it's you then. He shanghaied you into service, eh?" Jack smiled, taking another swig of rum; he was not surprised in the least.

"I chose it. I'm sorry for the part I played in the mutiny against you Jack" he said as he picked up a hermit crab and ate it live. Jack frowned in disgust. "I stood up for ya. Everything went wrong after that. They strapped be to a cannon. I ended up at the bottom of the ocean, the weight of the water crushing down on me, Unable to move, unable to die, Jack, and I thought the tiniest hope of escape, I would take it, I would trade anything for it."

"It's funny what a man will do to forestall his final judgment," said Jack sipping more rum and he stood up to leave but Bootstrap intercepted him surprisingly quickly.

"You made a deal with him too, Jack" he said. "He raised the Pearl from the depths for you, thirteen years you've been Captain"

"Technically, I was only captain for two years until I was viciously mutinied upon."

"You won't be able to talk your way out of this one Jackie, Jones is going to hold something for, shall we say, insurance that you'll do as your told."

Jack showed nothing to betray the fact the comment meant anything to him.

"The terms that would apply to me, apply to you as well. One soul, bound to crew a hundred years on his ship." Bootstrap continued.

"Yes but the Flying Dutchman already has a Captain, so there's really-"

"Then it's the locker for you!" Bootstrap yelled.

Jack simply had a worried look on his face, "Any idea when Jones might release said terrible beastie?"

"I already told you. Time is up." Said bootstrap grabbing Jack's hand, "but don't worry Jackie boy, Jones is much more concerned with collecting his collateral first. He will deal with you after."

Bootstrap turned, leaving Jack with a growing feeling of uncertainty, but turned back to give a final comment.

"Don't run far Jack, it won't take long for Jones to find what he seeks, he will come for you soon."

With that, Bootstrap eased through the wall of the ship. Jack stared at the area he had disappeared and grimaced at what he had been told. He didn't like Jones, he and his little beastie complicated things. Jack finished the rum and thought for a moment. Jones thought he had something he could use against him. Jack laughed there was nothing he loved more than the sea and the Pearl- unless…

"All hands on deck! Scurry! Scurry on! Move it! Move it! I want movement!" he shouted.

Gibbs, among other crewmen, fell out of their hammocks and threw on their boots running to the top deck where Jack was giving orders.

"Come on, snap to and make sail, you know how this works. Come on oui, you there quick, oui, quick, hey!" yelled Jack

"Do we have a heading?" asked Gibbs.

"Tortuga" was the only reply Jack gave.

Gibbs looked around as the crew moved like the devil was at their feet.

"It's just Tortuga Captain," said Gibbs "we can make it there by to-"

"We don't have that time. The wind is against us, even the Pearl won't get us there fast enough mate."

"For the love of mother and child Jack, what's coming after us?" Gibbs asked

"Nothing. Just get me there fast" Jack said through gritted teeth and with that, Jack climbed to the top mast and looked through his telescope as if the lights of Tortuga would show simply because he wanted them to.

Gibbs turned to see Marty looking up at the captain.

"Have you noticed lately…the captain seems to be actin' a bit strange…-er" Marty said

"There is only one thing Jack would run this fast for in Tortuga." Said Gibbs.

Marty looked at Gibbs, waiting for an answer.

"Catherine."

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