Jack Sparrow In Davy Jones Locker Novels & Stories

* * The next day, Vivian, Jasper, and Tasha sat in Jasper’s study. “So the first thing we need to figure out,” Tasha said, arms crossed, “is what the hell Mr. Davenport did to that twisted old man that’s got him craving revenge like it’s breakfast.” Vivian tapped her nails on the edge of Jasper’s desk. “Then we start with his study.” Jasper looked up, skeptical. “His study?” Vivian gave a dry smirk. “He has a secret safe.” “And how do you know that?” Jasper asked, tone cautious.

he quickly explains and I shakes my head at how manipulative my father really was. “Where is Franco and Dion?” Leo asks and I point to the vault with my head. “Queen Davi,” Daniel says. “Never heard of her,” he adds. “I don’t think she existed,” I say before opening up the grave. Leo is pissed off at my old man when he hears his mean voice. “Make sure you hold your breaths in there,” I warn them. “It’s fine. It will only reset after six hours,” Hunter explains just as the vault opens.

Two dock workers jumped into the water but they resurfaced quickly shaking their heads. “The water is too deep at that point, unless he is a strong swimmer and can hold his breath, by the time they get to him he will already be in Davy Jones locker.” Llewellyn said. He grabbed my hand and held it reassuringly. I saw Jayde’s gaze shift towards my hand when he did so. A scowl appeared on his face for just a second. The three of us watched as another diving team was hastily arranged and the five dived into the water. They stayed underwater for a much longer period of time but they too appeared empty handed.

Master Javen undress and followed Jade but he can not get in as Jade locked the door. "Damn! I'll not let this day passed without solving this problem, Jade! Fuck!" Master Javen already lost his patience. He went to the drawer and got the spare key and open the locked door. Jade was quiet shampooing her hair when she was startled to hear the shower curtain open. "How did he open the lock?!" Jade's mind.

The moment he heard the name D, Trevor moved away from Jackson, making sure the man couldn't hear their conversation. “Go on,” he urged. “I hacked into Jasmine’s computer and discovered something interesting. He has managed to obtain the real, current location of D twice.” Trevor glanced toward Jasmine, who was still unconscious on the floor. “So you're suggesting I spare him?” “Yes. He’s the only one who has the code to D’s location,” Dominic answered. Trevor immediately released a heavy sigh. “Fine.” He ended the call and walked toward Jasmine then he cut his right wrist just enough to retrieve the small, beeping tracker hidden beneath his skin.

Roaming through the hallways, lost in thoughts, I arrive at the attendants' quarters. Except Dalia, everyone else is gone. “What happened?” I ask. “Jaquar is still unconscious. We need to wait for him to regain his senses. We'll be watching over him one by one. It's my turn now.” “Coffee?” She nods her head. As we step into my room, she sits on the bed and I make us coffee on a wooden table next to the window. Jaquar is tied to iron chains and locked inside my wardrobe. “Is Jay okay?” She inquires.

he croaked, spitting blood onto the floor. I stepped forward, crouching so we were eye level. "You're going to tell me everything, Marco. Or Silvio and Fabio are going to get creative." Marco chuckled, though it came out more like a wheeze. "You're too late, Dax. Jasper's already got plans in motion." My patience was thin. I grabbed his collar, yanking him forward. "Where is he?" My voice was ice, my grip tightening. Marco let out a choked laugh. "An old shipyard. South docks. He's got men, weapons. He knows you’ll come. He’s waiting."

Just when I thought I had finally lost touch with my sanity, he pulled away before gentle hands began undoing the straps that held me down. Drowsily I opened my eyes only to find that Jordan was no longer in front of me, gazing around I spotted him digging into his bag again. Almost triumphantly he held up a little tube and came hurrying back with his treasure. My eyes slipped down his body only to notice he was still stiff as a rock, and I smiled inwardly, knowing that he could almost keep up with me. "Stand up, sweetheart," Jack ordered.

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.

he commanded the creature. The Gravekeeper scrambled away, skittering into the dark corners of the hall. Jack turned to his team. His golden pupils faded back to their normal brown, but the air around him still felt heavy, charged with static. "You're not just a carrier anymore, are you?" Olivia looked at him, her expression unreadable. "You're waking up." "Where are they?" Jack ignored her comment. His heart was hammering against his ribs. He turned towards the pods. He ran to the first pillar. Through the thick amber liquid, he saw a face. A face he had only seen in faded photographs tucked inside a locket he’d worn since the orphanage.