The Chinese New Year

Title: The Chinese New Year
Rated: R
Summary: Elizabeth gave a silent scream, and tried to pry herself loose. She looked around for help- but no one moved. Not even Will.
Notes: This chapter was crap, and went through major rewrite. So it is better!!

Chapter Twenty Nine

Jones walked over to the side of the Flying Dutchman, and breathed in through his tentacles.

"Come."

The waves parted. Jones held his claw and his hand out over the churning waves, envisioning the Black Pearl.

"Come."

With a turn of his claw, a spout of water shot up and showered the two ships. Jones kept his arms over the water, seeing with satisfaction a ship coming up to break the surface.

On the other ship, Jack watched in amazement as boards started filling the holes; sails fell from the masts, and the figurehead was rebuilt out of thin air. Soon, the sea was calm...

... and the Black Pearl was back.

Jack smiled and stood next to Elizabeth, staring at his beauty- the Pearl. Elizabeth came closer to Jack, who wrapped an arm around her shoulders.

The Pearl seemed whole - the candles burned in his cabin, so Jack knew it was fully furnished; like the last time the Pearl was raised.

His ship! His wonderful ship was back and there, with everything! Oh, he could not wait to go home and sit around in his cabin; take the helm; make love to Lizzie proper on his bed...

"Sparrow. We have - pah - a deal."

Jones, alone, had done his freaky teleporting trick and was now standing behind Jack and Elizabeth.

"I want me heart... and me payment." pah.

Jack bit hip lip, and turned around. He regrettably let go of Elizabeth. She looked nervous, but Jack had assured her that she would be safe. And she believed him; he would not lie to her, not after all they went through together.

With all the bravado he could muster, Jack sauntered over to Jones. He dug in his pocket and produced a bundle.

"Here's yer heart; go bye bye now."

"Sparrow."

"Tute sweet! Come on, the sea isn't gonna... do sea things without ya!"

"I want me payment."

"And you have yer payment. One ship, one heart. Fair is fair; square is square. I really don't see-"

"Sparrow."

Jack sighed in defeat, and felt his mind go numb; he could not believe what he was about to do. He turned away from Jones and turned to Elizabeth, who looked at him in disbelief.

"No."

"Elizabeth, I need you to go-"

"No, you said-!"

"-With Jones."

Elizabeth's face flushed red with anger. "No, you promised me-"

"It'll only be a short while."

"YOU PROMISED ME!!" Elizabeth felt hot tears pour down her cheeks, but paid them no mind.

"Luv, I don't want to-"

"Well, that's bloody obvious! What was I, a conquest?!"

"I don't you to to go."

"BULLSHIT."

"Shh, it's only for a little bit..." Jack reached up to caress her cheek, but she slapped him in the face.

"DON'T YOU DARE TOUCH ME!!"

Elizabeth was full out sobbing now; the crew watch, feeling pity. They wanted to help, but they didn't want to intefere with Jones. Cowards.

Jones just smiled; he thought this was amusing.

Elizabeth turned around, she could not look at him anymore. Jack came up behind her and placed her hands on his shoulders. She tried moving away, but he had a firm grip.

"Don't say anything. Yer making this harder. I'll get you back. Ye just have to go with Jones for awhile. I'll get you back. That I promise. I'll get you back soon."

Elizabeth didn't look at him, but answered coldly. "Why should I believe you?"

"SPARROW. I AM WAITING." Jones called out impaitently.

Jack gripped Elizabeth's shoulders. "Come on."

"No. I refuse to be your payment."

"Elizabeth, come on."

"Get your fucking hands off of me."

Jack did so... but wrapped his arms around her mid section and lifted her up. She began screaming, kicking and crying as Jack carried her across the deck.

Jones wrapped his tentacle around her waist, and pulled her out of Jack's grasp. He smiled cruelly at Jack's lost look.

"No worries- blip- Sparrow. Go have fun on yer Pearl... I think I might have some fun of my own." Jones looked in the petite's woman's face and smiled. "I hope - pah- ye like tentacles, darling."

Elizabeth gave a silent scream, and tried to pry herself loose. She looked around for help- but no one moved. Not even Will.

And Jack would not even look at her, not even a passing glance.

Her heart shattered.

"Ah... I think I hear some hearts break! Lovely sound, lovely sound..." Jones laughed cruelly and turned to go back to the Flying Dutchman.

Then he felt a sharp pain.

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Will watched in disbelief as Jack calmly walked back, away from Elizabeth. He went to stop Jones, but Jack stood right in front of him.

Jack moved his hands behind his back and twirled something around in his hands. He hummed, and with his finger, motioned for Will to take the object.

Will growled in annoyance and looked down at Jack's hand.

He was holding the heart! But... what did he give Jones?

No matter. Jack wanted to give the heart to Will.

When Jones turned his back, Will heard Jack whisper harshly to him:

"Now!"

In an instant, Will grabbed the heart from Jack's hands and dropped it on the ground. He pulled out his father's dagger, and quickly fell to his knees. He plunged the dagger into the heart once, and heard Jones cry in pain.

Will looked up to see Jones drop Elizabeth on deck, and she scooted out of the way. But it didn't seem to be enough, Jones was turning around and preparing to attack. He lifted the dagger again and jammed it back into the organ, twisting this time and causing Jones to writhe in pain.

Davy Jones ripped open the passage in his hand, and pulled out Jack's compass. He glared up at the infuriating pirate and snarled.

"Damn you, Sparrow!"

With another painful cry, Jones fell to the ground dead. He body seemed to turn to water, and went off the side of the ship into the sea. The crew on deck heard cries on The Flying Dutchman, and knew that the cursed crew was dying. Will scanned the deck real quick, hoping to at least get one last glimpse of his father before he disappeared.

The Flying Dutchman splintered and cracked, and jets of water began circling the masts and hull. It snapped loudly, and the water itself seemed to drag it down into the depths.

Then there was an eerie silence, where you could hear no one breathing. Then there was a collective gasp and the crew started milling around the deck, looking at eachother for answers. What just happened was a phenomenon, history that people would never believe.

Jack Sparrow glanced over at his Pearl, smiled, then went straight to Elizabeth, who was still sitting on the deck. He went to help her up, but she pushed him away and stood up on her own.

"Eliza-"

Jack was cut off by the cold stare she was giving him, she need not say anything because her eyes said it all. Jack took a step back, suddenly afraid to be near her. Her eyes were like daggers peircing into him, making him feel highly uncomfortable.

She pushed past him, marching into the cabin and slamming the door. But not before saying, loud and clear for Jack to hear:

"I hate you."