In Halloween Town, Chris was pacing the floor in his living room, trying to figure out how to get back to the Flying Dutchman. Jack was trying to calm him down.
"You can't get back, Chris," He said. "You don't know where it is. And if she sent you back, then she probably doesn't want you there."
"You don't understand, Dad." He said, pacing. "I can't leave her there. I will do whatever is necessary to get back."
"Fine," Jack said, standing. "Let's go see the witches."
The witch Kier, watched the Skellingtons with interest as they spoke to the head witches.
"Hmm," She whispered. "They need to get to a ship?"
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On the Flying Dutchman, I woke up in my cabin. I sat up really fast, too fast, and hit my head on the ceiling. I managed to get out of bed and changed into the outfit similiar to the one Elizabeth wore in Tortuga. After I pulled on my boots, I walked out on deck. I didn't see anybody and I knew my father would be mad, because there was work to be done. As I looked around more carefully, I saw that the boats were gone, two of them to be exact. I saw land in the distance and decided that's where they had to be. I jumped overboard and swam to the island. When I got to it, I saw Jack, Elizabeth, and another pirate I had never seen, facing my father, Beckett, and Will.
"What are ye doing?" I asked.
"Cia," My father said. "Come to me."
I walked to him and put my arm around his claw.
"Cia, love," Jack said. "How can you be on his side?"
"He's my father, Jack. But if it comes to sides, I cannot take either. I have ones that I care about on both of them. I cannot hurt either one of you."
I started to walk back toward the water, and felt heart wrenching pain. I spun back around and saw Beckett staring at me, almost grinning. I walked to Jack, pulled out my cutlass, and pointed it at his throat.
"Now, love," He said. "Ye wouldn't hurt old Jack, would ya?"
"I do not have a choice, Jack."
"Hey, Dad!" I heard a small female voice cry. "I found something and I think-"
She stopped talking when she saw me. She had blue hair, blue eyes, and looked like Jack. I felt myself smile as I looked at Jack and he nodded. The girl pulled out her cutlass and pointed it at me.
"What are you doing to my father?" She asked.
"I am doing what I am being commanded to do." I replied. "Beckett, please don't make me kill him."
Beckett said, "Then come to me, Cia."
I walked to Beckett, backwards so I could keep my eye on the girl. She looked so much like someone I once knew. But it didn't matter now. Beckett took my arm and told my father to transport us to the Flying Dutchman. When we were back on board, I saw Will walk to me.
"Get away from me. " I said.
"I can't." He said. "I have to tell you something, and when I do, I want you to look at me."
I looked at him and he cleared his throat. He held a small bundle in his hands, and gave it to me. I opened it and inside was the Heart.
"Beckett no longer has any control over you. You are no longer married to him."
"Thank you so much, Will. But how did you get it?"
Will pulled his jacket open revealing a large red scar where his heart should have been.
"I gave Davy Jones my heart and he gave you to me."
"I do not belong to you!"
"You belong to the Captain of the Flying Dutchman! Beckett has no hold over you, the skeleton who was here is gone, and Jack will be killed. I'm the only one you have left."
"What about Elizabeth?" I asked.
"Elizabeth no longer loves me. She loves Jack, and he loves her."
"It's a lie! He doesn't love her. He loves me." I shouted.
"No, he doesn't, Cia. He doesn't love you anymore." Will said, stepping closer. "But I do."
I shoved him away. "Get away from me!"
I ran to my father's cabin and saw him slumped over his organ like he was asleep. Then I heard a faint beating of a heart, and saw a knife in the Heart. I laid my father on the floor and watched his sad eyes grow dark.
"Cia, my love." He said, weakly.
"Yes, father?"
"Marry.....Will." His last words before he died.
I buried my head in his chest and sobbed. Will walked in and told me that since Davy willingly gave up his life, I wouldn't die.
"Why did he give it up?" I asked.
"He couldn't stand to see you married to Beckett. He would have rather died." Will said, helping me to my feet. He held me close as I cried.
"His last words were to marry you, Will. So I shall."
Will just smiled. He was finally getting power. He could release his father now. If only he knew the secret.
