Chancing Fate - Jack Sparrow x OC

Part 2 - Chapter 4

Gasping as her eyes fell on the sudden intrusion, she stepped back, latching onto Jack's arm as she kept her eyes glued to whom she believed to be Davy Jones. An intimidating man belonging to the sea was before them, tentacles on his face and a claw for a hand. All around them, crew members appeared, similar to Jones as they appeared to be made from sea creatures. In an instant, the entire crew of the Pearl was held back, leaving Jack and Lena surrounded with Jones in front of them.

"You have a debt to pay," Davy Jones said, stepping forward with each step Jack took back. "You've been Captain of the Black Pearl for thirteen years. That was our agreement."

"Technically, I was only Captain for two years, then I was viciously mutinied upon," Jack argued weakly, stepping forward just a bit as he simultaneously pushed Lena behind him, though she still kept a grip on his arm.

"Then you were a poor Captain, but a Captain nonetheless." Jones snarled. "Have you not introduced yourself all these years as 'Captain Jack Sparrow'?" His words were followed by the laugher of his crew, mocking Jack's title.

"You have my payment. One soul to serve on your ship is already over there," he countered, waving over towards his ship.

The annoyance was clear in his voice as Jones snapped, "one soul is not equal to another."

"Aha!" Jack exclaimed eagerly, seeing a loophole to take advantage of. "So, we've established my proposal is sound in principle, now we're just haggling over a price."

A pause followed before Jones asked, "Price?"

"Just how many souls, do you think, my soul is worth?" Jack continued asking.

Jones' answer followed quickly. "One hundred souls. Three days."

"You're a darling, mate. Send me back the boy, I'll get started right off," Jack finished as he slung an arm around Lena's shoulder, trying to walk off only to be stopped by a shark-like crewmember.

"I keep the boy, a good, faith payment," Jones countered. "That leaves you only ninety-nine to go," he finished with a laugh.

Jack didn't stop there, trying his best to get Will back. "Have you not met Will Turner? He's noble, heroic, a terrific soprano. Worth at least four, maybe three and a half. And did I happen to mention... he's in love. With a girl. Due to be married. Betrothed. Dividing him from her and her from him would only be half as cruel as actually allowing them to be joined in holy matrimony. Aye?"

As Jones stood in silence, Lena wasn't sure what the man was thinking before she suddenly shrank back as his eyes landed on her. She would have much preferred being held against her will with the rest of the crew, than be under Jones' scrutiny.

"I keep the boy. Ninety-nine souls-ah. But I wonder, Sparrow... can you live with this? Can you condemn an innocent man – a friend – to a lifetime of servitude in your name while you roam free? Unless you'd prefer to have the boy in exchange for her."

Lena sucked in a breath, gripping Jack tight as a silence settled. But then he spoke. "Yep. I'm good with it. Shall we seal it in blood, I mean, uh, ink?"

With a hand out to offer a handshake, Jones reached out with a tentacle and wrapped it around Jack's left hand. As he let go, he reminded them, "three days-ah." And he and his crew disappeared.

"Jack?" Lena whispered as she tried to get his attention, but his eyes were drawn to his hand, covered in slime, watching as the black spot disappeared.

"We've things to do," he said to her before he called out, "Uh, Mr. Gibbs?"

"Aye," Gibbs replied as he walked up beside the pair.