Captain Jack Sparrow Davy Jones Locker Novels & Stories

Instead there was a keyhole. It was roughly two feet high and a foot across. “That’s it, huh,” Johnson said. I knew what he was thinking. The vault looked so simple, so regular. I think we had all been expecting something more grandeur. “This is the vault that holds all our family’s important legacy papers.” “There it is,” Dagny nodded. Suddenly, Serena began pacing inside of me. She growled and her fur bristled. She couldn’t see where we were but she sensed something. Something ominous.

Instead, he led Jordan into the ship's wheelhouse. Once inside, Sean searched around the floor before lifting a wooden panel, revealing a ladder leading below deck. Without hesitation, Jordan climbed down. Sean and several bodyguards followed close behind. The storage compartment was filled with piles of straw. Nothing seemed unusual at first glance. Sean gestured. Several bodyguards stepped forward and dragged a series of wooden crates out from beneath the straw. There were over a dozen of them. Each crate was secured with a heavy padlock. One after another, the locks were opened.

We darted across the open lane, slipping into Sector B. The numbers on the rusted blue doors flickered past.41... 43... 45... There it was. Locker 47. The heavy brass padlock I had placed on it months ago was still intact, covered in a thin layer of orange rust. My hands shook as I reached into my jeans pocket and pulled out the small brass key, the key I had carried with me as a useless memento, not realizing it was the linchpin to the entire Santoro empire. I stepped up to the door, my fingers trembling as I slid the key into the padlock.

All he needed was placed in a safe on a table in the centre of the room. Many years, I have waited for this day, he thought. For this opportunity. Well, here we are. The captain had been taking detours on voyages to come here, all for that safe. That safe contained the captain Rodriguez's journal. Many attempts, he had made to get that safe open. But it all seemed impossible. Until now. The key had been in his possession all along. Handed down from the first generation captain to Rodrick, the obsidian pendant. Rodrick took the pendant off his neck and placed it in a small dent on the safe. After a few seconds of doubt, the safe opened.

"You loved her. She's the one. And then you betrayed her." "She pretended to love me. She betrayed me." "And after which betrayal did you cut out your heart, I wonder." Soon Davy Jones' grief and guilt at what he had done became so great, he carved out his own heart right out of his chest, and locked it in the Dead Man's Chest. To keep his fate intact, Jones had the chest hidden on Isla Cruces so it could be safe from potential mutineers aboard the Flying Dutchman and away from his haunted sight. He kept the key with him at all times and the location of the chest a closely guarded secret. For whoever gained control of the chest was able to control Jones by extortion. Jones was immortal so lo

"You go back to the intake room. Re-check the lockers. If that pendant is anywhere in this building, find it before the Council’s inspectors arrive." I didn't wait for another word. I sprinted back to the sterile intake room, my heart hammering. I tore through the locker where Silas Crowe’s belongings were stored. Empty. Just a hockey jersey and a pair of worn skates. I leaned my head against the locker, closing my eyes. I could almost hear Sienna’s voice in my head, mocking me. Did you think you could win, Jack? I turned around, intending to check the Ravencroft Disposal Grounds—maybe someone had tossed it—when I saw a small, glimmering object wedged into the floor vent directly beneath the

At the end of the corridor stood a door different from the rest. It had darker wood and no visible handle. The only way to open it was a fingerprint lock. Interesting. I stepped closer. So this was where he kept the things that mattered or the things he didn’t want anyone else touching. I reached toward the panel, examining the locking mechanism. “Good morning, Mr. Damien.” James' voice slid in behind me like a blade. I didn’t flinch. “Morning,” I replied lightly, keeping my hand near the panel a second longer before turning. His expression was composed, but his eyes were sharp.

Well, to be fair there was no one who would notice that after entering this place. “Show her what kind of monstrous influence you people have,” Davies thumped Jack’s back vigorously, causing the taller gentleman to smile wryly. He was used to such energetic back slaps. They were his father’s trademark after all. With a small sigh Jack walked over to the wall and placed his thumb on the fingerprint scanner. A small beep was heard before the wall ascended slowly before Kylie’s eyes. “Wow,” Kylie was struck speechless by the sight behind the wall. Behind the wall were suits of armor neatly arranged in rows of three and several rare and expensive motorbikes for bike lovers. However, what caught

"If you press that, I won't kill you. I’ll leave you tied to the steering wheel while the water rises. You can decide which is worse." ​The captain froze. He looked at the massive man standing in his doorway—a man who looked like he was carved from the very rock of the hills. He pulled his hand back. ​"Open the hold," Roman commanded. ​Below deck, the divers were already working. They bypassed the biometric locks with Silas’s overrides. When the heavy steel door hissed open, the light hit the interior, reflecting off thousands of carats of raw diamonds and stacks of bearer bonds worth enough to buy a small country.

"And he sends his regards." The captain reached for a detonator on his belt. "NO!" Jack shouted. He ripped the detonator away, but it was a dead-man switch. The captain's heart stopped—cyanide pill. BEEP. BEEP. BEEP. The charges on the vault door were armed. "CLEAR THE AREA!" Jack roared. He grabbed Catherine and dove behind a bank of servers. Grog scuttled into a ventilation duct. BOOM. The explosion rocked the foundations. Dust filled the air.