The Chinese New Year

A/N: Sorry it took me awhile to get this out. I start writing things, but then they just fade. I don't know how many drabbles and one shots I have started and scrapped. I have dabbled in CH, JB, and la la laed with 50 Sentences, but now I am back to Chinese New Year. I have the rest of everything planned out, all I have to do now is sit and type.
Enjoy!!!!! Expect a mushy A/N at the very end!!

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Chapter Twenty Seven

"So..." pah "You expect me to just sail you to the Black Pearl, raise it and let you sail off with no- " pah pah. "nothing for me? I highly doubt that, Sparrow."

Jack wiped away the water that Jones spewed out on his face, and shook his head.

"No. I plan on giving you something." Jack sat back and kicked his feet up on the desk. "What, yet, I'm not sure."

"Plan on taking the duration of the trip to think on it?"

"Yes, if that's possible." Jack looked at his nails, bored. "But I know what you really really want."

"And what, pray tell," pah "do I really want?"

Jack smirked and stood up. He paced around the room and Jones was wondering what he was up to. Then Jones noticed the beats he was making while he walked: thump thump. thump thump. Straining his ears, he heard his own heart. It was in this room, right now, with Jack, his wench, and him. He cast a dark look over at his whore, who just stood silently in the corner, and returned his gaze to Jack, who was smiling proudly. "

"Damn man, to have all this pride in yerself." Jones sputtered, and drew himself up to his full length. "Alright. A ship for a heart." He held out his almost human like hand. "Me heart?"

Jack mimicked him. "Me ship?"

Sigh. "Ye are an infuriating man, Jack Sparrow!!!!"

"Thank you. I take that as a compliment." Jack took one step toward the crustaceous creature, even dared to place a hand on his hard shelled shoulder. "Now, I will give ye yer heart when and only when you deliver me ship. If ye don't deliver me ship, I will be forced to cut this heart, and if I cut this heart, then you will cease to exist. And then I won't get me ship back, which would call me to be very upset."

Jones gave a nod of his head. In a blink of an eye, Jones had his human like hand around Elizabeth's neck, the stray tentacle inching it's way up to her face. Jack threw himself at Jones, but Jones backhanded him. Jack flew into the wall, and Jones pinned the young woman against him.

"I should take this here wench as a good faith payment." Pah. "But we both know that didn't work out last time. So I leave you with a promise, Sparrow."

He revelled in the look of utter fear in Jack's eyes, and knew the man was worried about the kicking woman he had on his body, struggling to catch breath.

"If ye don't give me me heart, I promise to kill her. I promise to torture her slowly, in front of you, no less. Her screams will haunt you in your sleep for the rest of yer life. I promise that."

With a disgusted growl, Jones dropped Elizabeth. She crumbled to the floor and greedily took breath, but Jack didn't go to her right away. He kept his eyes locked with Jone's murky sea green ones, and shuddered. The beast was horrible looking when he smiled.

"Then let's not have that, shall we?" Jack cleared his throat and held out his hand to shake. "I promise ta give you yer heart upon the arrival of the Black Pearl."

"I need something else besides me heart in return."

"Well, what else do you want?" Jack asked, fearing the beast's answer.

" Something... or someone... you treasure most in this world. Agreed?"

"Agreed."

With a nasty shake of hands, Jones disappeared and Jack dropped to his knees, examining the angry purpling marks on Elizabeth's fair neck.

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Elizabeth itched at the wrapping Jack had placed around her neck. It was so the little sores and cuts she had recieved from Jones' tentacles wouldn't get affected and possbly scar- Jack mentioned that he wanted to run his tongue along her smooth skin. She blushed at that - she was still new to this whole 'love-sex-foreplay-funny wet noises' thing.

Now her, Jack, and Will were all sitting around the cabin, not uttering a word.

Elizabeth did not like the silence. She knew Jack was worried about his ship, and what was to come next, they all were. But she also knew he was thinking about the big bed over at the Pearl, and how many positions he would take her in on it- he kinda whispered that thought into her ear before Will entered the room.

Will. Poor, sweet Will. He was silent because he lost what he thought might be his future. He had planned out that he would get married, have babies, and if and when Mr. Brown passes away, own the smithy. Now he had a broken heart, a broken ship and a broken crew. Elizabeth felt responsible for it, for the pain he felt. But she knew she couldn't take the full blame, Jack and the events that happened in their short but oh-so-fun filled life had contributed to the Will that sat before her. He was unhappily in love.

She was silent for a reason that even shocked her. All of the sudden, she imagined herself laying in her own bed, back in her old house at Port Royal. Jack was with her, and they would make love in the morning light and laugh at jokes. But she knew that she would never again lay in those comfy soft sheets, knew that she would have to make home somewhere else. Right now, it seemed that the Black Pearl would be her home.

If they ever get the Black Pearl back.

But it didn't matter. Wherever Jack was, and whatever Jack was doing, she planned on standing by his side. Pirate lass and all.

Jack's voice broke through her thoughts, and apparently Will's too, because he jumped up slightly.

"Maybe we should all just go to bed now."

"You just want to bed Elizabeth now, that's all. I'm not leaving without a good explanation, I want to know how you plan on decieving Jones long enough to get yer ship."

"Alright, number one, leave Elizabeth out of this."

Elizabeth pulled a confused face, because she was wondering what had happened between them. Then it came to her. She was what had happened between them.

"Number two... I don't know quite yet. I'll figure something out."

Will scoffed. "Always figuring, hey Jack? Never have a definite plan? No wonder you keep losing the Pearl, and your life, as it seems."

"Will-" But Elizabeth was cut off.

"No, Elizabeth, ye don't need to defend me." Jack turned back to Will. "I don't care if you are the Captain of this ship, lad, but right now I would gladly punch you out. So watch what you say around me. Give me time to think on it, and I will come up with something. I'm good at making plans."

"Yes, plans that fail."

"Hey, that's hitting a little below the belt!"

"Guys!"

"I'm surprised that you have anything below the belt to hit!"

"WILL!"

"You should talk, ye eunuch!"

"JACK!"

Will launched himself at Jack and started puching him like crazy. Jack managed to knock him out, however, and quickly too. He laid the young man on the bed, and looked over at Elizabeth.

"Before ye ask, no." Jack looked back down at his fallen friend. He answered Elizabeth's unasked question. "Things will never be the same."

"That's life."