When everything is importnt, how do you choose?
Find the key to that goes to the chest that holds the heart that controls the Dutchman who commands the Kraken. Jack was beginning to wish he could have avoided swallowing the proverbial fly. However, there had been no way around it at the time and now a lot more than his own skin risked death and worse over the bargain he'd struck. Those eleven years had supposed to have been spent tracking down that cussed key instead of wasted chasing Barbosa all over the Spanish Main. And then Beckett had to go and rear his ugly, powdered head. Why couldn't the paper-pushing pirate stick to his own territory? Not to mention that fool boy Will and his bonnie conniving lass Elizabeth getting themselves involved up to their eyebrows each. More people to worry about, more people to save. Bootstrap, Will, Elizabeth, the Pearl and the loyal men that crewed her, not to mention Ana, and of course, himself. How could a man possibly choose among them?
No wonder the blasted thing wouldn't hold still.