Hey people! This is my first POTC ff! Yessss. Aren't you excited! You should be. :D So. Uhm. Yeah. Hope you enjoy.
Copyright: I don't own anything. Believe me...if I did. I wouldn't be sitting here.
Rating: T for now. Never know. Might bump it up.
Summary: William Turner tries to escape Davy Jones ship, but he catches him in the act.

"You owe me nothing, William." Bootstrap Bill smiled slightly at William. "Go…before someone sees ya." Will nodded slightly and put his foot on the railing of ship. Bootstrap turned around and to meet the faces of Davy Jones crew. Right before Will was about to dive into the water, Davy Jones put his claw on Will's shoulder.

"Where do you think you're going, Mr. Turner?" Davy nodded once and two of his crew members grabbed Will's arms. William glared at the crew members and struggled to get out of the men's holds.

"Let him go!" Bootstrap told Davy.

"But why would I do that? He's such a good crew member." Davy laughed for a moment and then quickly stopped. "For your little escape I think you deserve some lashes. What do you think my crew?" Suddenly Jones crew busted out screaming yes and laughed.

"No! Not again! Let me take the lashes! It was my idea to let him escape." Bootstrap looked at Davy with pleading eyes. Davy turned and faced William.

"Is this true, Mr. Turner?"

"…No. No, it's not. It was all my idea my idea to escape. I asked my father to help me." Will took a quick a glance at his father then looked back at Davy Jones.

"Then it is the…" Davy thought for a moment. "Ten lashes for you."

"Ten! But why not five!" Will asked.

"Because, the last time, you didn't try to get off my ship." Davy nodded once again and the two men holding Will's arms dragged him to the post in the middle of the ship. One of Davy's crew members handed the whip to Bootstrap.

"No…not this time. I won't." Bill dropped the whip at Davy Jones feet.

"Eleven lashes…" Will turned his head and glared at Davy.

"I won't…" Bootstrap shook his head and took a step back.

"Twelve…" Davy laughed.

"Father…just listen to him!"

"You shut up!" One of the men holding Will punched him.

"I won't! I will not hurt my son again."

"Thirteen…" Davy smirked and laughed again. Bootstrap glared at Davy. Bootstrap then shook his and reached for the whip.

"NO! Don't!" Will screamed at his father to stop.

"You just earned yourself one more, Mr. Turner." Will glared at Davy and turned his head back. Finally Bill picked up the whip. The two men holding Will's arm's ripped away is shirt, again. Will just shook his head.

This feels to familiar…Will thought to himself.

"I'm…I'm sorry, William." Bootstrap then gave William a lash on the back. Will tilted his back and tried his hardest not to make a sound. Davy Jones went up to Will and whispered in his ear.

"You're going to wish you were dead, boy." Will cringed when another whip came down on his back. Soon after that, 2 more came quickly down upon Will's back. He leaned his head against the post and biting his tongue to help him not to scream. Davy Jones was about to whisper into Will's ear again, but he moved his head out of the way. Another whip hit Will's back. He clenched his eyes shut and continued to but his tongue. Two more lashes hit his back and let out a slight whimper. Davy Jones chuckled and noticed that Will was wearing his key. Davy squinted his eyes and ripped the key off of Will's neck.

"Turn him aroun'!" Davy slipped the key under the tentacles on his face.

"What!" Will's eyes widened. It hurts bad enough on my back…but on my chest…

"You 'eard me! I said turn him aroun'!" The men holding Will's arms nodded and turned him around so he was facing Bootstrap. Will looked up at Bill with pain and sadness in his eyes. He then looked back down at the ground. "Go on! We don't have all day!" Bootstrap nodded slowly and began to whip William on his chest. "I want to hear you count, Mr. Turner. So…what number was that?"

"One…" Will muttered softly.

"Which number?"

"One!" Will said loudly. Another whip. "Two." Whip. "Three…" Will was starting to drift off. This is humiliating…Will thought to himself. Quickly another lash came. "F-Four."

"Captain Jones…please…I think that was enough! He can't take much more!" Bootstrap said confidently.

"I don't care…finish up the job, Bootstrap!" Davy Jones shook his head. Bootstrap just stood there staring at his son. "Fine!" Davy took the whip out of Bill's hands and gave it to another crew member. The crew member grinned and whipped William quickly. Will gritted his teeth and continued to count. Once all fourteen lashes were through, the men dropped Will. He fell to his hands and knees and tried to keep from screaming out in pain.

"William!" Bootstrap tried to get over to his son, but the crew blocked his way.

"You didn't finish your orders…"

"Please…let me see my son!" Will shook his head a few times and spoke hoarsely.

"I'm…fine." Will flashed a slight smile and tried to stand up.

"See? He's fine! Now you're off to the brig again, Bootstrap." One crew member took a sword and put it to Bill's neck. The man led Bootstrap to the brig. Will looked at his father with sadness still in his eyes and then looked away.

"And for you, Mr. Turner..."

Oh...mini-ish cliffie! what noooooow? I know! R&R