In Separate Places
Disclaimer: Buffy the Vampire Slayer belongs to Joss Wheldon and Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Man’s Chest belongs to Disney and Jerry Bruckheimer. The story title doesn’t belong to me either. It’s from the song Iris by the wickedly amazing Goo Goo Dolls. Please don't sue me, I'm completely and utterly broke and it's for entertainment purposes only.
Timeline: Post-Chosen, BtVS and during Dead Man’s Chest, POTC
Pairing(s): Willow/Davy (something new!!), Willow/Tara (a little bit), Willow/Oz (a little bit), Buffy/Jack, Dawn/Will (friendship), Will/Elizabeth
Author’s Note: Hello, everyone!!! This is a new story that just popped into my head kind of like two of my stories The Other Side Of Compassion, my crossover with BtVS, The Phantom of the Opera and The Mummy, and Safest Place To Hide, my crossover with BtVS and The Da Vinci Code. This story is based on them but with a different twist to it. This is my first attempt at a Pirates of the Caribbean fan fic so please be gentle with me. Anyway, the story begins before the start of Dead Man’s Chest and six months after the seventh season in the BtVS universe. So please enjoy and remember no flames!! I will ignore them and I don’t have the patience for them.
Summary: Just as Willow thought that she had aced her magic, she’s hit with a harsh dose of reality when she casts a spell that goes awry sending her, Buffy and Dawn back in time to the eighteenth century but in separate places. While Dawn ends up in the town of Port Royal and Buffy aboard the Black Pearl, Willow is stranded on a wrecked ship and is rescued by Davy Jones, the legendary ruler of the Ocean Depths. After spending time with the notorious captain of the Flying Dutchman, Willow begins to see the broken man behind the monster and suddenly develops feelings for him but then she discovers a secret about herself that could cause her to choose between her growing love for Davy and her future with her friends.
Forever To Touch You
Somewhere in the Atlantic Ocean
~What in the name of the Goddess did I do to be stranded in the middle of the Atlantic Ocean?~
That was the one thought that ran through Willow Rosenberg’s mind as she lifted her head to see that she was in the remains of what looked like to her was a ship. She was cold, wet and frightened and didn’t know what to do or even remember what had happened. One minute, she was performing a spell with Buffy and Dawn at her side and the next she was in a shipwreck cold, wet and alone. Then she started shivering uncontrollably and she curled in a fetal position trying in vain to keep warm. Willow squeezed her eyes shut and began drifting in and out of consciousness and just as she was opening her eyes, what she saw almost made her choke on her own spit. A bulky shape came into view with a face more of a sea creature than human with tentacles for a beard with a crab claw for a left hand, a crab leg for a right leg and one of the fingers on his right hand was also a tentacle. His eyes were a crystal blue which were the only things human about him. Then suddenly, a flicker of recognition hit her like a kidney punch and it left her stunned and in disbelief.
~Oh, my Goddess!! It’s Davy Jones, ruler of the sea!!! I’ve heard a lot of stories about him and even did some research. He has never hurt a woman but I wonder how accurate those accounts are.~
Willow maintained eye contact with the legendary Captain of the Flying Dutchman and struggled to keep from falling unconscious from the cold and exposure to the storm. She pulled her sweater closer to her but it didn’t seem to help at all. Shaking uncontrollably, Willow kept her eyes fixed upon her mysterious savior with a question going through her mind.
~Is he going to help me or let me die?~
“P-p-please h-help me.” Willow started to plea. Her voice in a rasp due to the cold and she started coughing. As she kept glancing at the Captain, her thoughts suddenly drifted to Buffy and Dawn wishing beyond hope that they were all right and wondering where they were.
~Buffy, Dawn. I’m so sorry that I got you guys into this. Where are you?~
Davy Jones stared at the young woman lying on the floor before him. She looked desperately cold, frightened, wet and sick. She was also very beautiful with long red hair and green eyes. The young woman was also dressed in strange clothing with a black shirt with a matching button up sweater and a black skirt but Davy paid little attention to her clothes and focused only on her face which was getting deathly pale. He slowly approached her but as he did, he was stunned when he heard her speak in a voice sounding very raspy.
“P-p-please h-help me.” Then she started to cough and her shivering increased to the point where she was shaking uncontrollably.
Davy shook himself out of his stupor to speak to her. “It’s all right, lass. I’m not going to harm ya.” He said. “What be your name?”
“W-W-Willow R-Rosenberg.” The young woman replied. Her teeth chattering in the cold then she started to get up but then she fell forward toward the water. Davy lunged forward and caught Willow before she hit the water. He almost winced upon feeling the coldness of her body and it felt like that he was holding a block of ice. She was cold to the touch which meant to him that she was falling ill from the exposure to the water and the storm. There was only one option. He had to take her aboard the Flying Dutchman. Hearing the voices of his crew behind him, Davy turned around with Willow still in his arms. He didn’t like the looks of some of the crew as they eyed the young woman in their captain’s arms.
“Look! The captain’s found himself a shelia!!!” One of the crewmen exclaimed.
Davy’s anger flared when he saw three of his crewmen eyeing Willow with lustful looks on their faces. They didn’t care that she was sick and that made the captain of the Flying Dutchman even more furious.
“No one is to touch her!!!” Davy roared. His anger rolling off of him in waves. “She will be touched by me only!!! Understood?”
The crew was stunned by their captain’s fury over something like a young woman but they nodded and didn’t dare to look at him as Davy carried a sick and unconscious Willow back aboard the ship. Once he reached his cabin, Davy laid Willow down onto a bed. Carefully, he took off her wet clothes and dressed her in a shirt and pants. Then he draped a blanket on her and as he made sure that she would be warm enough, Davy heard her moan softly and she opened her eyes slowly. Davy saw the curiosity in them as she slowly took into her surroundings and then the gratitude when she shifted her gaze onto him.
“Th-thank you.” Willow said in a rasp before she started coughing again. She was coughing so hard that Davy was worried that she was going to choke but after a few minutes, she managed to make herself stop. Then she kept her tired eyes fixed upon him waiting for him to respond.
Davy placed his hand on her forehead and felt the heat of a fever on her skin. Without saying a word, he took a cloth, dipped in cold water and placed it on her forehead in an attempt to help her break her fever. He saw that Willow’s face became just as red as her hair and slightly, it alarmed him. He wasn’t sure how long she was at the shipwreck but he knew it was possibly long enough to be exposed to the cold for her to become as sick as she was. But there was one question that had been running through his mind since he had found her.
~How did she survive the shipwreck when the others have died?~
As he removed the cloth from her forehead to wet it again, Davy noticed that Willow was struggling to keep her eyes open almost as if she had so much to ask him but he knew that she needed rest.
“Ye need to rest.” He said and he was about to go to the main room of his cabin when he heard Willow speak.
“You don’t normally rescue people, do you?” She asked with a hint of curiosity in her voice.
Davy jerked his head as he sat down on the side of the bed looking at her. “No, I don’t.” he replied. As he started to move from the bed, he turned again to glance upon Willow’s feverish face again before he went to his organ. He sat down upon the bench and lost himself to the melancholy song he had always played on his organ.
Despite feeling very exhausted and sick, Willow couldn’t allow herself to rest. She had a lot of questions that she had wanted to ask Davy but she knew that now wasn’t the time to ask. Just as she was about to resign herself to get some sleep, she heard a sound coming from the far end of the room. Willow sat up to see that Davy was sitting in front of a large organ at the end of the room and he was playing it. The song he was playing sounded beautiful and at the same time very heartbreaking and sad. The Wicca could really feel the emotion of the song that was being played and tears welled in her tired eyes as the music struck a cord within her reminding her painfully of her first break-up with Tara and then her death three years previous.
“Tara.” Willow whispered before falling into a deep sleep with tears running down her cheeks.
A week later …
Willow woke up feeling disoriented and still a little feverish. It had been a week since she was rescued by the legendary Captain of the Flying Dutchman and the night when she heard the mournful song he was playing on his organ after he tended to her. She had cried silently herself to sleep thinking of Tara. She had pretty much spent the entire week in bed with only Davy for company in his cabin. He didn’t talk to her much. They had exchanged only a few words to each other for the week she was in his cabin. Every morning for the entire time, he would check on her before he would attend to his duties coming back a few times a day to give her food and to check on her. The only time, Willow would really see the Captain was when he went to his organ to play his beautiful but heartbreaking music.
As a thought of that night in the previous week ran through her mind, a flash of Davy’s face burned in the Wicca’s memory and the sound of the song echoed in her mind. She had heard stories of course about him that depicted him as a heartless monster but the one story that stuck with her was the story of what caused him to become what he was now. The story of his true love and what happened between them that caused him to experience the painful side of love.
~I couldn’t help but pity him for what he went through and I pity him now. I shouldn’t but I do.~
Willow was pulled out of her thoughts by the sound of loud breathing coming from the end of the room. She slowly got up from the bed and coughed into her sleeve to muffle the sound of it. She walked slowly to the other side of the room and saw Davy sitting at his organ sleeping rather soundly as she always saw him do every night. The Wicca kept her eyes fixed upon his slumbering form for a few moments before she shifted her gaze onto a heart shaped locket placed on the organ in front of Davy. It was playing a song identical to the one that the Captain played every night and once again, Willow’s eyes filled with tears as the sound of it echoed in her ears. Turning away from the sight in front of her, she started to make the walk back to her bed to try to sleep some more. Once she made it to her bed, she pulled the blanket over herself and closed her eyes but sleep evaded her despite feeling exhausted. Sighing, she started to sing softly enough for her to hear but not loud enough to wake Davy. Just a song she had heard over the radio once when she was in England but something to help her relax and make her think of Tara.
Did I disappoint you or let you down?
Should I be feeling guilty or let the judges frown?
’Cause I saw the end before we’d begun
Yes I saw you were blinded and I knew I had won
So I took what’s mine by eternal light
Took your soul out into the night
It may be over but it won’t stop there
I am here for you if you’d only care
You touched my heart, you touched my soul
You changed my life and all my goals
And love is blind and that I knew when,
My heart was blinded by you
I’ve kissed your lips and held your hand
Shared your dreams and shared your bed
I know you well, I know your smell
I’ve been addicted to you
Goodbye, my lover
Goodbye, my friend
You have been the one
You have been the one for me
Goodbye, my lover
Goodbye, my friend
You have been the one
You have been the one for me
Willow was so engrossed with her song that she didn’t notice Davy waking from his slumber and turning over to her side of the room to listen more of the song she was singing. As she continued to sing to herself softly, a tear rolled down her cheek thinking of her beloved Tara gone before her time, of the terrible revenge she had extracted against her killer and of how she had almost destroyed the world only to be stopped by the loving words of one of her best friends.
And I still hold your hand in mine
In mine when I’m asleep
And I will bear my soul in time
When I’m kneeling at your feet
Goodbye, my lover
Goodbye, my friend
You have been the one
You have been the one for me
Goodbye, my lover
Goodbye, my friend
You have been the one
You have been the one for me
I’m so hollow, baby, I’m so hollow
I’m so, I’m so, I’m so hollow
I’m so hollow, baby, I’m so hollow
I’m so, I’m so, I’m so hollow
As she uttered the final words of her song, Willow was pulled out of her thoughts when she heard a loud thump. She turned to see Davy standing her with a look on his face that suggested to the Wicca that her song had struck a cord within him. They both looked at each other silently not knowing what to say. Willow felt a lump forming in her sore and achy throat and she painfully swallowed it as she looked deep into the crystal blue eyes of her mysterious savior. What she saw in his eyes were a mixture of emotions that surprised and excited her in a way that she hadn’t felt in a very long time since Tara’s death.
~Get a grip, Willow!!! This is Davy Jones you’re gushing over!!! The notorious Captain of the Flying Dutchman!!! You shouldn’t be attracted to him! Why? Why him?~
But despite her head telling her that it was wrong, Willow couldn’t help but keep her eyes fixed upon Davy and once again, tears welled in her eyes. She wasn’t sure if they were tears of pity for Davy or tears of love and sorrow for Tara but all she knew was that the feeling in her heart hadn’t faded away. It was a familiar feeling and the last time she felt it was when she was dating Oz and then Tara but this time, it was stronger than before and for the first time, Willow felt torn between the logical part of her that was telling her of what she knew of the legendary Ruler of the Ocean Depths and the feeling weighing in her heart and soul telling her that her newfound attraction to him was real. As she was deep into his eyes, she was sure that he was feeling the same thing but was holding back because of what had happened the last time he had fallen in love.
~There’s nothing in nature that closes your heart and soul like years of pain and being alone. I know that because I went through that myself but under different circumstances. Oz was the first man I gave myself to. I loved him with every inch of my being but things happened that caused us to break up. Then I met Tara and I gave my heart to her only to lose her to Warren and I extracted my terrible revenge against him by fraying him alive and then I tried to destroy the world. Finally, I met Kennedy but that was doomed from the beginning. The first few months were amazing but then after what happened in Sunnydale, she changed. She was corrupted by the power she got from being a Slayer and our relationship went down the tubes after that.~
~Now, here am I. Aboard on a legendary ship and standing in front of a Captain who has a knack for collecting souls and being very cruel to his crew. Yet, I feel nothing but pity for him. Goddess, why am I feeling attracted to him when I know I shouldn’t?~
Davy could tell by looking into her green eyes that Willow was torn between her heart and her mind. He had been asleep until he was woken up by the sound of the Wicca’s soft singing despite her efforts to keep her voice as quiet as she could in an effort not to wake him. She had a beautiful voice but the song she was singing was the one of the saddest songs he had ever heard in all of his years on earth. It also told a story that he was all too familiar with. The look in her eyes was also something that he was all too familiar with and it was a look that he hadn’t seen for many long years. It was making him very uncomfortable but at the same time, he couldn’t bring himself to turn away from her. Then he saw tears welling up in those green orbs and he felt her hand go onto his chest where his heart would have been. That both confused and excited him in a way that he hadn’t felt for a very long time. At that point, Davy reached out to touch Willow’s cheek expecting her to flinch but she didn’t move to remove it from her face and her expression remained the same but the tears that were in her eyes now ran down her cheeks in unison.
Despite that, the Wicca and the Captain of the Flying Dutchman stood there in front of each other just looking into each other’s eyes and faces not saying a word because there was nothing for them to say or to describe what they were feeling at that moment. They remained that way for the longest time until Willow broke the silence by speaking in a hoarse but soft voice.
“You better tend to your crew.” She said. “They’ll wonder why you haven’t come out yet.”
Davy nodded. “Aye, I should.” He said and as he turned to walk to the door of the cabin, he said to her softly. “Ye have a beautiful voice.”
Smiling lightly, Willow ordered herself not to blush or get into a babbling fit. “Um, thanks.” She stuttered. As she went to back to the bed at the side of the room, Willow laid down on it and with the smile still on her face, she fell asleep.
~Why the hell did we have to land in the eighteenth century in all places?~
That was the one thought that ran through Dawn Summers’s mind as she stood in the rain that was pouring down over the town of Port Royal where she had been staying for close to a week after Willow’s disastrous attempt to enhance the Chosen One Line power with a spell which backfired on her sending them back in time to the eighteenth century. Unfortunately for them, they were sent in separate places in the eighteenth century. For the entire week, Dawn pondered her next move and decided to leave Port Royal to try to find Buffy and Willow but not before attending the wedding of the one person who gave her a place to stay and agreed to help her find her sister and wayward friend. His name is Will Turner.
~Unfortunately for me, I’ve just been unjustly arrested by the British Navy along with Will.~ Dawn thought dejectedly as she exchanged glances with Will as they were walking inside the church where the wedding was supposed to take place. Then she turned to see Will’s fiancée, Elizabeth Swann with a grim look on her face.
“Will.” Elizabeth whispered as she stepped forward toward her fiancé.
“Will.” Dawn said sounding very bewildered. “What the hell is going on?”
“I don’t know.” Will replied to Dawn before he turned to Elizabeth. “You both look beautiful.”
While Dawn nodded her head, Elizabeth merely replied. “I think its bad luck for the groom to see the bride before the wedding.” At that point, Dawn turned when she heard of the voice of Elizabeth’s father and the governor of Port Royal, Weatherby Swann shouting at the Navy officers to get to her, Will and Elizabeth.”
“Make way!! Let me through!!”
Just as he was about to reach them, however, Governor Swann found his way blocked by two Naval soldiers.
“How dare you!!” Governor Swann exclaimed angrily. “Stand your men down at once!!! You hear me?”
Dawn turned to the man standing in front of her, Will and Elizabeth. He was dressed in a suit fashionable for the time period with a white wig. She narrowed her eyes at him with immediate ill-disguised dislike.
“Governor Weatherby Swann. It’s been too long.” He replied in a smooth voice.
“Cutler Beckett?” Dawn heard Governor Swann say in a surprised voice.
“It’s Lord now, actually.” The man, the teen now knew as Cutler Beckett, replied. At that point, Governor Swann stepped forward when the naval officers let him pass and as he spoke, he made his way to Dawn’s side.
“Lord or not.” He said angrily. “You have no reason and no authority to arrest this man and his companion.”
“In fact, I do.” Beckett said.
“On what grounds?” Dawn shouted sounding very furious.
Beckett ignored the teen’s furious shouts and called out. “Mr. Mercer?” Another man that Dawn assumed to be Mr. Mercer walked up beside Beckett with a leather folder in his arm and he opened it. It took a few seconds for Beckett to find what he was looking for and handed a piece of parchment to Governor Swann.
“The warrant for the arrest of one William Turner.” He said.
Governor Swann glanced at Will and Dawn for a few seconds before he turned to the piece of parchment in his hand then he looked back up at Beckett.
“This warrant is for Elizabeth Swann.” He said sounding very stunned.
Dawn was stunned and outraged. “What?”
“Oh, is it? That’s annoying.” Beckett replied. “My mistake. Arrest her.”
As Naval officers moved in to arrest her, Elizabeth exclaimed “On what charges?” Dawn moved to stop them but was grabbed by another naval officer and she struggled viciously.
“Get your hands off me, asshole!!” She snapped looking every bit as angry as Will was.
“Aha.” Beckett said as he picked up another piece of parchment from the leather folder. “Here’s the one for William Turner.” Then he picked up yet another piece of parchment. Dawn assumed it to be another arrest warrant for someone else.
“And I have another one for a Mr. James Norrington.” The British Lord continued. “Is he present?”
“What are the charges?” Dawn and Elizabeth both demanded together. The teen was now getting past angry and ready to punch someone if she was let go but she willed herself to keep her boiling temper in check as she heard Governor Swann speak calmly.
“Commodore Norrington resigned his commission some months ago.” He answered evenly.
Beckett turned the Governor with an even stare. “I don’t believe that was the answer to the question I asked.” He said.
At that point, Will spoke up. “Lord Beckett. In the category of questions not answered…”
“We are under the jurisdiction of the King’s governor of Port Royal.” Elizabeth continued for her fiancé. “And you will tell us what we are charged with.”
On cue, Governor Swann spoke up again this time reading the charges against his daughter and her fiancé. “The charge is conspiring to set free a man convicted of crimes against the Crown and Empire and condemned to death for which the …”
~Do I want to know what the punishment is?~ Dawn thought anxiously but her question was answered when Beckett spoke up finishing the Governor’s words.
“For which the punishment, regrettably, is also death.” Beckett said.
“Lovely.” Dawn muttered under her breath. She didn’t dare to look up as the British Lord began to walk toward her, Will and Elizabeth
“Perhaps you remember a certain pirate named Jack Sparrow.” He said.
That must have struck a cord in both Will and Elizabeth because they both snapped. “Captain.” Then Elizabeth said. “Captain Jack Sparrow.”
A sneer crept onto Beckett’s face at their response. “Captain Jack Sparrow.” He said. “Yes, I thought you might.”
“And what of her?” Will demanded gesturing to Dawn. “On what authority do you have to arrest Dawn?”
Answering the former blacksmith’s question, Beckett turned to Dawn with the sneer still on his face. “Ah, yes. Miss Summers. She committed a crime against the British Naval Forces by attacking an officer.”
Dawn narrowed her eyes at Beckett angrily. “That asshole tried to rape me!!” she screamed in rage and defiance. “I was only defending myself!!”
“Unfortunately, Miss Summers. That is not the story we heard.” Beckett replied smoothly. “The punishment for your crime is twenty years in prison.” Then he turned to the officers. “Take them away.”
“Son of a bitch!!!!” Dawn screamed in utter rage as she was being lead away along with Will and Elizabeth. A rush of angry tears ran down her cheeks and she didn’t bother to wipe them away.
“Buffy.” She murmured. “Where are you?”
The Black Pearl
~Why the hell did I agree to go on this crazy mission with him?~
That was the one question that ran through Buffy’s mind as she laid inside of a coffin that was tossed into the ocean. The inside of the casket smelled of a rotting corpse and it made the Slayer’s stomach turn. It had been a week since she was rescued from a lone island by a pirate captain named Jack Sparrow and became one of the newest additions to his crew for his ship, the Black Pearl. She and Jack both made an agreement to have the Slayer work for him on the ship in return of Jack helping her find Dawn and Willow.
~Course, this was before he talked me into getting involved in this mission of his.~
“Screw this!!” Buffy muttered as she took her pistol out of her pocket and fired creating a large hole. Then she punched her fists through the hole making larger so that she was able to sit up. She looked around and saw that there were several other caskets in the water. Then she heard the sound of a crow landing on one of the caskets beside her. With its beak, it tried to knock a hole into the casket. Disgusted, Buffy was about to turn away when she heard the loud sound of a gunshot and saw a hand with a pistol in it come out a large hole on the casket. Buffy knew immediately who it was inside the casket and breathed a sigh of relief.
“About time.” She said under her breath. “I thought I was going to have to search the coffins to find him.”
Then a few minutes later, the top of the casket was broken apart to reveal Captain Jack Sparrow. As he was putting his pistol away to put on his hat, Buffy squeezed herself out of the casket she was in and dove into the water.
“I thought that I was going to have to search every coffin around here to find you.” Buffy said in an annoyed voice.
Jack smiled at her. “Luckily for you, luv. You didn’t have to.” He replied. Then he took out a decayed leg from inside the casket muttering “Sorry mate,” as he did so.
Buffy rolled her eyes. “God, he does like to annoy people.” She muttered to herself as she swam alongside him to catch up. As they reached the ship, Buffy and Jack both climbed the Jacob’s ladder all the way up to the deck of the Black Pearl where Jack’s first mate Gibbs was waiting for them. He reached out for Jack’s hand but the captain handed him the decayed leg instead. As Jack climbed aboard, Gibbs dropped the decayed leg on the deck and went to help Buffy up.
“Thanks, Gibbs.” The Slayer said with a smile.
“You are welcome, Miss Summers.” Gibbs replied before he turned to Jack. “Not quite according to plan.”
“Complications arose, ensued were overcome.” Jack replied.
“With my help, don’t forget.” Buffy reminded him. “You could have gotten your butt whipped if it wasn’t for me, Jack.”
“And I thank you for that, Miss Buffy.” Jack said. “You made this mission a little easy for me.”
“Easy because I beat one of the prisoners to a pulp?” Buffy asked innocently “Or because I saved your butt when that guard tried to turn you into mincemeat?”
Jack was saved from answering when Gibbs asked. “You got what you and Miss Summers went in for, then?”
“Mmm-hm.” Jack replied. Then just as he turned back around, he saw that he was now surrounded by the rest of his crew. They all had very grim looks on their faces. Buffy kept her face blank of all emotion to see this play out.
“Captain, I think the crew, meaning me as well, were expecting a bit more … shiny.” Gibbs explained. “With the Isla de Muerta going pear-shaped reclaimed by the sea with the treasure.”
“And the Royal Navy chasing us around the Atlantic.” One of the crew members said.
“And the hurricane.” Another crew member Buffy knew to be Marty chimed in.
“Aye!” All of the crew chimed in as one save for Cotton.
Gibbs glanced at Buffy and then at Jack as he spoke again. “All in all, it seems to some time since we did a speck of honest pirating.” At that point, Jack glanced at his first mate, then at Buffy. She narrowed her eyes at him.
“Don’t look at me.” The Slayer said shrugging her shoulders at him. “They’re your crew.”
After a few moments, Jack shifted his gaze from Buffy to Gibbs. “Shiny.” He said.
“Aye, shiny.” Gibbs replied.
Then Jack turned back to his crew. “Is that how you’re all feeling?” he asked. “That perhaps dear old Jack is not serving your best interests as captain?”
Buffy was about to say something when she heard the squawk of Cotton’s parrot and it say. “Walk the plank.” At that, Jack drew his pistol and aimed it at the parrot.
“What did the bird say?” He yelled.
Buffy stepped in between Jack and Cotton in a defensive stance. “Don’t blame the bird, Jack.” She snapped defensively and angrily. “Just show everyone what’s on the cloth.” She was about to say what she was thinking when, what looked like to the Slayer, a skeletal monkey swung in between her and Jack making her jump back in surprise. Then it landed on the deck and grabbed the cloth out of Jack’s hand. He went to shoot it but it fizzed in his hand. Then he grabbed a pistol from another crew member, aimed and fired on the monkey. It dropped the cloth onto the deck but it kept on running.
“You know that won’t do no good.” Gibbs said.
“It does me.” Jack snapped.
Buffy took a deep breath to try to calm her pounding heart and then turned to Jack and Gibbs. “What the hell was that?” she demanded.
Gibbs turned to her. “Remember the story I told you about the cursed pirates?”
“Right.” Buffy replied remembering the story that the first mate told her of how Jack had lost the Pearl close to ten years earlier to his former first mate whom he later killed and the curse inflicted on the crew.
Marty ran to where the monkey dropped the cloth and opened it. “It’s a key.” He said looking at Jack.
“No, much more better.” Jack said evenly. “It is a drawing of a key.”
~Duh!!~ Buffy thought as she rolled her eyes.
“Gentlemen.” Jack continued. “What do keys do?”
“Keys … unlock things?” One crew member said uncertainly.
“And whatever this key unlocks, inside there’s something valuable.” Gibbs said. “So we’re setting out to find whatever this key unlocks.”
“No.” Jack said. “If we don’t have the key, we can’t open whatever 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 what unlocks it?”
Once again, Buffy rolled her eyes. “Here we go.” She muttered to herself.
“So we’re going after this key.” The first mate said.
Jack looked at his first mate evenly before he said. “You’re not making any sense at all.”
Buffy shook her head in annoyance. “That’s Jack’s version of a yes.” She said in a long, suffering voice.
Jack ignored her and said. “Any more questions?”
“So … do we have a heading?” Marty asked as Jack turned to face him.
“Ha. A heading.” The captain said as he took out his compass. “Set sail in a …”
Buffy looked over Jack’s shoulder and saw that the compass needle was going all over the place not stopping at any direction. ~That’s got to be the weirdest thing I’ve ever seen.~
“General …” Jack made a gesture with his finger and then pointed at the left. “That-way direction.”
Buffy looked at Jack with a concerned look. “Jack.” She said
“Captain?” Gibbs replied sounding very bewildered and confused.
“Come on, snap to and make sail.” Jack snapped. “You know how this works. Go on. Oi, oi, oi!!”
As the crew went to obey his orders; Buffy, Marty and Gibbs went to the railing to face the open sea. Although, she had only known Jack for three days, the Slayer felt a certain kinship with him but there was something about the situation that had her very concerned for him and as she glanced at the faces of Marty and Gibbs, she was sure that they were thinking the same thing.
“Have you noticed lately the captain seemed to be acting a bit strange … er?” Marty asked.
Buffy nodded her head. “I’ve only known Jack for three days but I know this is too strange even for him.” She replied.
“Aye.” Gibbs agreed. “Setting sail without knowing his own heading. Something’s got Jack vexed, and mark my words, what bodes ill for Jack Sparrow bodes for us all.”
~God help us.~ Buffy thought to herself wishing that her sister and best friend were with her safe and sound.
I hope you guys are enjoy this so far. If Davy seemed to be OOC to you, I apologize and I will do my best in keeping him in character in future chapters. Anyway, please review and remember no flames!!! I will ignore them and I don’t have the patience for them. Chapter 2 will be up soon!!! The song Willow sang in this chapter was 'Goodbye My Lover' by James Blunt.