Delighted by the prospect of having a way out of the locker, she had jogged away from her find, the crab no longer her guide, she was sure she could find it herself now.

She had tried to retrace her steps, to avail, so she had marched back to the coast, and tried to find some sort of recognizable landmark.

But they all seemed to look the same. Between the splinters of ships and chunks of metal and canons, they all look the same. Sighing in frustration, she spins on the spot, half looking for the crab and a half for any sign of Jack.

She gets one.

A strangled yelp, cry, whatever word that describes Jacks yells, echo's through the still air, and Temperance jumps nearly out of her skin.

Climbing the nearest dune, she is met with the sight of Jack running around like a chicken with its head off. At least she thinks so, she's never seen one.

Running down, she's half focused on getting to Jack before he does something stupid, or more-so than usual, and not tripping for falling flat on her face. Reaching the bottom of the hill without tripping, she ran over to Jack, who was now running, quite literally, in circles muttering under his breath.

"Sparrow!" She called, and not to her surprise, he didn't stop racing. Stopping a mere few feet in front of him, she calls again, but this time he stops.

"Sparrow?" She asks hesitantly. He sends her a deadpanned look, before promptly falling backward.

"Jack!"

"My peanut." He mumbles. She walks over to where his head lays, a look of pure confusion on her face.

"Excuse me?" He doesn't respond.

"I found a ship." His eyes spring open, and she grins.

"Thought so."

"I wanna ship." Rolling her eye's at Jack's behavior seemed like a daily routine now.

"Then get up." Jack didn't move. Cursing under her breath, she grabs one of his arms and pulls, but he remains on the sandy floor.

"Jack I swear, I will run you through with this sword," She pulls it out of her belt, a slight tremble to her hand, "If you don't get up now." He remains still, but his eyes bore into hers, and her hand still continues to shake, the tip wavering slightly. 

"Sparrow." She lowers the tip level with his chest. "Don't make me." She thought she might have preferred it if Jack had said something, the silence was almost worst.

"You won't kill me, love." The silver end is still shaking, pointed at his chest.

She lowers the sword.

"Dammit, Jack." She reaches out a hand and this time, he accepts it, and slowly but surely staggers to his feet, swaying as usual.

"Now about that ship." He trails off. Grinning she turns around, and walks to where she thinks is the correct direction of Shipyard Grave. They walk in silence until Jack raises a question.

"You know where you're going, love?" Temperance grins.

"Nope." Jack nods.

"That's comforting." She snorts under her breath. The dune in front of them rises in the foreground of her vision, and she grins, spotting her old footprints in the sand, embedded in the ground.

She slides down the dune she currently stands on, Jack remaining at the top with his mouth wide open. Her laugh echoes through the still air.

"You comin'?" She doesn't wait for his response, only turns around and walks toward the familiar dune. She hasn't even walked six paces when she hears Jack muffled yell, and then multiple grunts.

Spinning on her heel, she finds him tumbling down the slope, in a fashion that is anything but graceful.

"My God." She mutters under her breath and continues forward. Nearly tripping at least four times on the way to the top, she pauses for Sparrow, who is having more difficulty than she would've thought possible.

She makes it to the peak, more or less, her heart leaping at the looming possibility of getting out of The Locker alive.

Jack, out of breath and sweating bullets, comes to stand next to her and takes in the sight.

"Well this is all very fun, isn't it?" Temperance laughs and allows herself to fall, quite literally, down the hill. Slowing to a halt at the bottom, she stands, covered head to toe in coarse grains of sand. Jack follows suit, not bother to brush off the majority of the sand, Temperance, on the other hand, sweeps off as much as she can.

"There's your ship Jack," She moves her arm in a sweeping motion, gesturing to the field of vessels. "Take your pick"

He saunters forward, as only Jack would do, and runs his hand along the wood as he walks.

"Only problem now is figuring out which one to pick." She grins and walks toward him, sauntering maybe just a little bit.

"And maybe getting it to the water, but, ya know." She shrugs and Jack sort of grins, stopping in front of a ship that looks almost completely intact. Without a word, he begins to scale the side; Temperance raises an eyebrow.

"You know, there might be an easier way up." She doesn't hear Jack's response. She walks around the hull of the ship, her head tilted skyward gapping at the ship shifted on its side.

The name of the ship is engraved on the hull, just underneath the row of windows looking into what she assumes is the captains quarters, its where Barbossa's quarters lay on his ship.

Neptunes Grail, imprinted in the wood, slightly worn from over the years but still visible, is what she assumes to be the name of the ship. 

She walks back around to the side she and Jack were previously facing, but the later is nowhere to be seen. Head, now cranked completely backward, she scans the rails for Jack.

"Jack?" She calls out questionably, when there's no response, she calls again.

"Sparrow?" This time cupping her hands around her mouth as she yells. He appears, moments later, over the side of the rails, his head dangling over the side, and waves down at her before disappearing briefly again.

He returns, rope in hand, attached to who knows where, and swings over the side feet planted on the side of the wooden walls of the ship.

Silently laughing to herself as he climbs down the side, Temperance bounces on the balls of her feet, rocking back and forth, a strange, but not unfamiliar feeling in her bones. Jack finally touches down on the semi-hard sand beneath their feet.

"Took your time." He mockingly bows in her direction and throws the rope on the ground.

"Only problem now is to get it to the water," She gestures to the visible surf, not far from where they stand. Jack points a finger at her.

"That can be arranged." She shakes her head, whilst rolling her eyes as well.

"And how exactly do you plan on accomplishing that?" She inquires, hands propped up on her hips. Jack smirks and walks past her shoulder, but Temperance stays put, contemplating whether or not this was really a good idea.

She can dimly hear Jack's muffled footsteps come to a halt not far behind her. She waits a moment, wondering if he's seen something, or just because. When they remain silent, she hesitantly spins on her heel in his direction.

Sparrow has stopped, approximately twenty paces from where she remains planted, staring at something in front of him: he looks almost in mid-step.

"Jack?" She walks forward, peeking over his shoulder at whatever he sees.

At first, she doesn't see anything, and she looks at him in confusion, then looks again and there is in fact, someone standing there.

Or rather something.

That something closely resembles an octopus with legs.

It holds a shape human, a face, legs, arms, a torso, but the parts are warped and twisted.

Where a beard might have been, are squid-like tentacles, they seem to move as they each of them has their own piece of mind. They twist and whither, and on top of his head is a pirate hat, almost like Jack's but with slight other differences. The hat is littered with barnacles and kelp; Temperance can't believe they're still alive from being out of the water for that long, but then again, she doesn't know how long it's been standing there.

One arm ends in a crab-like claw, except much larger and it looks rather deadly. 

The other ends in more tentacles, they also wither and twist with their own minds, curling around each other.

His legs, or at least one of them, looks like a normal leg and foot. The other is a pegleg, a wooden stick. She can see the splinters and the barnacles covering almost every inch of the wood.

His long overcoat looks like she thought it would. It's navy blue, but she can hardly see the color underneath all of the sea critters and plants covering it, it almost looks like camouflage, she was sure it could serve as such.

She looks at Jack, before reaching for the swords at her belt. At the same time, almost as though it knew she was going to take that course of action, in the blink of an eye, it has its sword in the tentacles of it's would be hand.

She takes a step forward, fully ready and prepared to engage, but Jack grabs her shoulder, a look of what might be called panic on his face.

"Not the time, love." He pulls her shoulder, attempting to spin her away from the combination of sea creatures that stands not far from them.

"Jack-" He cuts her off with a strangled yell as it walks closer. He grabs her

"Time to go!" She yelps as he forcefully drags her away, looking over her shoulder as it picks up speed and she struggles not to trip over Jack.

*Smacks head on keyboard*

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This chapter sucks, I am aware. And I also need to apologize (profusely) for waiting, like, months to update. I can't apologize enough, I really can't.

I'm also really sorry this seems so far fetched. I had this idea in my head that (spoiler) after Davy Jones death, Calypso would banish him to the Locker, which is an even more stupid idea, please forgive me *cries*

Anyway, um...

Please don't kill me? That would be bad. And, um...

Enjoy? Maybe? I'm on Thanksgiving break, here in the USA. It's a weird holiday. So I'm out of school, I might get more done, and possibly another chapter.

I love you all dearly, I really do. You guys mean the world, I love reading your comments, laughing at most, if not all of them. I squeal over your votes and cheer over the reads you all give me. Thank you, really, from the bottom of my heart.

~Kelly~