Marshall and Fionna soon boarded the Flying Dutchman. Or at least the fake that Laurence told them was the Flying Dutchman. Anyway, they soon found the neurotic guy, who was still trying to hoist the sails. Because yes, you have run aground. You are not moving anytime soon dude, so why are you still...? Never mind. And then there was the faceless guy. This joke is getting kind of old, but don't faceless people just scream Disney? You know, for kids!

Then the Dutchman arrived. The crew boarded immediately, and the kids were put in line with the rest of them, choosing not to fight. Then, who should arrive but Davy Jones.

"Six still alive, the rest have moved on." A fish-man snapped.

"Do you fear death?" Peter O'Malley asked a frightened sailor. "Do you fear that dark abyss?" Marshall put his arm around Fionna's shoulder.

Peter. O'Malley. The Evil One, who cheated on me. Who was the scummiest dirtbag I have yet to cross. He was Davy Jones. I glared at TV, who shrugged.

Some religious idiot said not to listen to him. Hello, suicidal religious maniac. Goodbye, suicidal religious maniac.

"That was awful." Fionna breathed. Marshall's grip tightened around her and she leaned against him.

"Life is cruel, and awful. Why should the afterlife be any different?" Peter snapped.

"Because you have a chance to change it." She snapped back.

"You are neither dead nor dying. Why are you here?" Peter asked angrily.

"Laurence McAllister sent us to settle his debt." Marshall said, glaring at Peter like Fionna was.

"What?"

"Laurence. McAllister. He sent us out here to settle his debt." Fionna said.

"Oh really? I almost want to accept that offer. Almost." CREEP!!

Then he appeared on Laurence's ship (with his crew) , because Laurence is an idiot and never listens as well.

"Jack, you have a debt to pay. Sending children won't settle it." Peter growled.

"They're not-"

"They are! And don't think I don't know you took them to... her."

"We needed information."

"Information you clearly didn't use! Or why else am I still standing here?" Peter asked angrily.

"God, you sound like Olivia." Laurence muttered. Big mistake.

"Don't. Say. Her. Name." Peter seethed.

"Okay, okay. But still- you already have your payment. A soul to serve on your ship. I even threw in an extra!"

No good, foul, rotten, evil twat! Those poor kids!

"One soul isn't equal to another!" Peter snapped.

"Okay, okay, fine. How many souls do you want in exchange for mine?" Laurence begged.

"100." Peter smiled. "You have three days."

"Thanks. Well, have fun with the kids-"

"Not counting them!" Peter snarled. Wait, what?

"They have her mark on them. If I keep them, she will come. Also, you must give me 100 souls, not 98. I'll send back the children. The girl is too alive anyway."

"They're in love."

"...What...?"

"Their wedding was interrupted. But you can tell if you look at them close enough, that they are deeply, deeply in love. Now, keeping them apart would be easy if you had control over both of them, eh?" I hate him.

"And just why would I want to keep them apart...?"

"So that they are spared at least half the pain of actually marrying." Laurence said. Evil, evil, EVIL brother.

"Sparrow. Could you live with doing this? Sending two innocent, young people in love to certain doom? They're barely out of childhood- they have their whole lives ahead of them to live. Would you cut them off in the bloom of that? To extinguish all that ever was of William Turner and Elizabeth Swann, just to save your own skin?"

Laurence thought for a minute. "I want to say yes, but they'll find a way to come back and get me, and Olivia will if they don't. She'll probably help them off and lead the charge. Anyway, you make a fair point- leaving two kids, in love, with someone who'd keep them apart for their own good leads to Romeo and Juliet. I don't want them dead. Do you?"

Peter shrugged. "They were dead the minute they set foot on my ship. Whether or not they actually... what are you looking at?"

Laurence pointed and the camera panned out to see the Dutchman sailing away. "Your entire crew over here?" He asked Peter, with the camera panning back.

"Yup."

"Can't teleport back 'cause you're out of range?"

"Nope."

Laurence grinned. "They're sailing a huge ship, between two people. Marshall Lee Abadeer just pulled a Jack Sparrow."

"So... new deal?" Peter asked, shifting his feet.

"Sure- I help you get your ship back, you leave me and the kids alone, and don't require anymore new souls that I procure, and the beastie's called off." Laurence said.

"Fine. ...Where are they going?"

"Either to Olivia, or Tortuga."

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Turns out, Tortuga. They needed a crew. Laurence came in a few days later to find most of the sailors gone- on the Dutchman. He had managed to steal the key without Peter noticing, and where they were all going next was unknown. Laurence was definitely chasing the kids now, as fast as he could. But the Dutchman apparently had a new captain, and it wasn't going to be found anytime soon.