Captain Jack Sparrow Davy Jones Locker Novels & Stories

“We get it. You deserve a medal, and a week at a spa.” “Damn right I do.” She crossed her arms dramatically. “Now, listen up. Before he knocked out, he kept mumbling something about a vault. There’s something in there he doesn’t want anyone to find. But I know where it is.” I straightened. Darren did too. “Where?” I asked. She grinned like the cat who’d just caught the mouse. “The warehouse at Harlem. Behind that creepy-ass painting of the Virgin Mary holding a knife. Dead center wall. Vault’s behind it. Big, old, steel thing, needs a code or a key.”

I nod, hiding my real motive. “My private library has everything you need. It’s in the main pack building.” He reaches to the nightstand and tosses me a heavy gold key. “It’s better than the public one. More... complete. Don’t lose it. That place is sacred.” I clutch the key with a grateful smile, but my mind is elsewhere. The necklace. I’m deep in thought when suddenly Jack pulls me close, wrapping an arm around my waist. His warmth seeps into my skin. I tense, startled... but then slowly, I relax.

Jack picked up the map and frowned when he noticed the drawing of a whirlpool. "Then we’ll weigh anchor." Jack left the tent and shouted orders: "Everyone back to the Blue Mermaid! We’re anchoring on the other side of the island!" Rotten Smile stood frozen for a moment like a statue while the crew rushed to obey. Shit, he thought, remembering the laudanum he had hidden. Jack noticed his hesitation. "Move!" "Yes, Captain." As soon as Jack went back into the tent, Rotten Smile recovered the flask and hid it among his clothes.

The metallic door was big and cold and had locks and a bright keypad shining in the dark. James knelt before it, rolling out some set of tools, working. He muttered, “give me five minutes.” “Maybe less.” I looked at the hallway, my heart was racing. Minutes stretched like hours. Sweat dripped from my face down to my neck. Then….click. The heavy lock fell off, and the vault door burst open. Inside were shelves, metal cabinets, and safes placed like piles of tools. Documents, drives, files and records; Jacob’s empire laid bare in ink and steel.

Onion juice runs down her sleeve. The Dock Marshal says, "Open enough for one man." The crewman argues again. The hatch lifts another inch. Mercer's voice tightens. "I can hold one lock. Not the men." "Then hold the right one," I say. "The right one is behind you." I turn. Behind the net bins, half hidden by a torn green tarp, a service panel sits flush with the wall. No handle. Only a stamped number and a rust blister. "Sarah."

Diana smirked and said, "Well, I'm also a bitch." "Diana you can do a good job, right? " Jack asked "Are you doubting me? " Diana asked Jack advised Diana, "You have to make sure that you get the key to the power room as soon as possible. I have a feeling that Captain Sparrow and his men will be here soon," and Diana nodded in agreement. Tiger advised, "Get the key, kill him, and don't make a mistake." Diana smiled as she got into the car with Jason and he immediately drove off. "Trust me," Diana said.

The room felt like death, so all the cover ups didn’t do much. The room didn’t have any windows, which didn’t surprise me. The door had four locks on it, I spotted the hidden gun under the desk, the knife taped behind a statue, and the trap door in the corner. The wood didn’t lay right, and I would have bet my life that he had an escape set up just in case. Finally, I saw three corgis laying in a pile together near Locke’s feet. “Mordechai Clare,” his guard said, handing Simon Locke a file on me. The man took it, then shook my hand and told me to have a seat.

I watched him check the encrypted drive Marcus had given him. He looked at me one last time from the doorway. He wasn’t the man who had wept into my chest an hour ago. He was the Blackwood scion who was about to commit the ultimate patricide. “The codes are under the sparrow locket on your nightstand,” he said. “If the Tower goes dark, Victoria… don’t look back. Just get to the Grove.” I sat up, pulling the sheet to my chest. I looked at the silver sparrow sitting on the wood. It looked like a weapon now.

A metallic clang echoed across the chamber as the vault fully locked into place. The scent of cold steel and seawater settled into the air—sharp, metallic, and cruel. Jack stepped forward. He had seen death before, chased monsters across alleyways and penthouses… But nothing in twenty years of police work prepared him for this. The cavern opened wider beneath them— a cathedral of syndicate power, its heart beating with flickering screens and vault-like chambers. This was Darcy’s endgame.

If she couldn't take it from Jacklyn while she was still around, then once Jacklyn was gone, it ought to be her turn. "Never. The only lady of Lloyd Manor is Jacklyn." … The three-day cruise had flown by. Before disembarking, Jacklyn made a quick stop at the ship's safe deposit boxes. She retrieved the velvet box holding the alabaster vase, and as she stepped off the ship, her eyes met Penelope's through the crowd. Jacklyn gave the box a pointed little shake. That warning from Penelope—dropped just before Jacklyn stepped out of the reception room—had unsettled her. Not wanting to take any chances, she'd arranged for the vase to be locked up well ahead of time.