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Capitulo 5

Both Will and Theodore looked to the stairs as they heard the familiar thudding of Davy Jones walking down to where they were sitting. Will's body automatically tensed when he saw Jones. Had he been paying attention, he may have noticed that Theodore looked a bit tense at the sight of the captain as well.

"You," the captain demanded, looking at Theodore, "if the lad is going to be on my ship, he needs to do some work. You are to keep an eye on him. Understand?"

"Yes sir," Theodore responded. He and Will stood and began their way toward the stairs.

"On second thought," Davy interrupted, "just go ahead and get back to work, Thomas," he instructed, calling Theodore by the wrong name and grinning a very sinister looking smile, "I'll take care of the lad."

Theodore looked at Will and hesitated, as though he was contemplating saying something. Will silently tried to communicate with Theodore with his eyes, trying to tell him to just go and not get involved. The captain was strong, and there was hardly any use fighting with him. If Theodore got involved, the only difference would be that they'd both end up worse off. Will was relieved when Theodore correctly interpreted what Will wanted him to do. He gave Will an apologetic look, turned, and walked up the stairs.

Will clenched his jaw as Jones walked up to him. He knew that he was shaking still, but did not want to give the captain the satisfaction he would get if Will showed any sign of weakness.

"I'd like to offer you a deal, young Mr. Turner," Jones began. Will knew, or could at least make a good guess at what the captain was going to offer, "I could kill you right now. I could kill you so easily you wouldn't even have a chance to object. Or... if you'd prefer, you could agree to spend a lifetime of servitude, aboard my ship. What say you?"

"Though I don't know much about you," Will began, trying to keep his voice calm, "I do know that you are in charge of making the final call on those who are dead or close to death. I'm not close to death. You cannot offer this to me."

"I can easily make you closer to death, boy," Jones growled, taking a step closer to Will who stayed perfectly still where he was standing.

Will did not say anything in response, but apparently Jones didn't want to kill Will just yet. Instead he gripped him tightly by his upper arm and dragged him to the brig where Bill Turner still sat in his cell.

Bill was clearly happy to see his son, but also worried about what Jones was planning now. He didn't have to worry for long, because Jones was quick about throwing Will into the brig cell beside Bill's, locking the door, and angrily walking back up on deck.

Will looked over to his father and sighed.

"Are you alright, son?" Bill asked, looking his son over. He noticed that Will was now wearing a large jacket that was too big for him. It looked like something that a crew mate of his wore.

Will nodded, "I have to get the key," he whispered, "quickly. I need to get out of here, with the key, tonight."

"How do you plan on doing that?" Bootstrap asked, looking worriedly at his son, "what happened to you? What did Jones do?"

Will shook his head, "it's nothing. I'm fine," he quickly changed the subject of conversation back to the key, but kept his voice very quiet, "judging by these hinges, I'll be able to easily break out of here, and get you out as well. I'll sneak back into his cabin, and hopefully he will not catch me this time."

"Are you sure you want to risk it?" Bill asked.

"What's my other option?" Will argued, "if I don't get out soon, I won't be able to leave at all."

Bill nodded, "just make sure you are careful."

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Bootstrap knew at what approximate time Davy Jones retired to his cabin to sleep. When he could safely assume that the captain was sleeping, he told Will, "if you're going to get out, I think now would be the time."

Will nodded. Bill watched as his son walked over to the gate of his brig cell and looked out of it to make sure no one was there. He grabbed the bars near the bottom and lifted the door off of it's hinges, very slowly and quietly. He laid the door on the floor of the cell and walked over to Bootstrap's cell.

"No," Bootstrap told him, "Jones'll just put me back in 'ere. I'll stay here," he reached into his pocket and pulled out a knife that looked old and dirty, "take this. I don't suppose it would be much defense against Jones, but it's better than going completely unarmed," he offered.

Will took the knife and looked into his father's eyes. The man really did seem to care about him. Even though he had left him and his mother to be a pirate, all of those years ago, he didn't seem proud of his decision, and he seemed to be worried about Will's well being. Nevertheless, Will couldn't help but feel as though his father had abandoned him.

Will looked down at the knife in his hand and then back up into his father's eyes, "I take this with a promise; I'll get the key, and I'll find the chest, and the heart of Jones. I'll pierce the heart, thus severing his hold on you," he told his father, his voice almost showing his emotions, "I will not abandon you."

Bill nodded, "good luck, son," he said to Will.

Will looked into his father's eyes one last time. His father looked sad, as though ashamed of himself. Without another word exchanged between the two, Will turned and walked up the stairs, as quietly as he could.

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An uncomfortable sense of familiarity and dread overcame Will as he approached the captain's cabin. He was not careful enough last time, and this time it would be even more difficult. What if the captain had hidden the key in a new location? What if Jones woke up again? He might not hesitate to end Will's life if he was caught trying to steal the key again.

Will breathed in deeply, preparing himself. He opened the door just enough for himself to squeeze through it, and quietly approached Jones, who appeared to be asleep. Will leaned close to the captain's face, looking for the key in his mess of tentacles which grew from his face. He couldn't spot the key. As he continued to try to spot the key he noticed something out of the corner of his eye. He turned toward the object which had caught his attention. It was the key. Apparently Jones had dropped it in his sleep. It was laying right in front of Jones, and in a very convenient location for Will to simply snatch it up and be on his way.

Quickly and quietly Will grabbed the key and exited the cabin. Be breathed a sigh of relief as he made his way to the side of the ship where the life boats were kept. He was almost surprised that he hadn't been caught.

The hardest part was not over yet. Now he needed to move one of the row boats overboard without making a sound. He lifted one partially from the deck and began to drag it. He winced and halted as it made a slight sound.

Will sighed and looked out into the ocean. He was surprised to notice what appeared to be a ship in the distance. He squinted his eyes in the darkness. He didn't care whose ship it was, as long as it wasn't the Flying Dutchman. He would simply swim over to it, climb aboard, and work out whether it was a good ship to find ones' self on afterward.

With one last look around to make sure no one of the Dutchman's crew had seen him, Will turned and dove off the ship into the freezing ocean.

He tried to remain quiet as he swam over to the ship. As he neared it, he noticed that the ship was equipped with black sails, and was, in fact, The Black Pearl. As he reached the ship, a rope ladder was thrown down to him. He hastily climbed up it to be greeted by Jack and Mr. Gibbs.

"Ello, mate," Jack greeted Will, who was scowling at him.

"You could have told me, Jack," Will said to him, "you used my desperation to save Elizabeth for your own selfish plot. Something tells me that Davy Jones is not too fond of you. My telling him that I had come to settle your debt no doubt did not make him fond of me either."

Jack looked at Will, "did you get the key then?" he asked.

Will frowned, "you might want to get to shore quickly," he said, looking to Gibbs, "when Jones finds out that I've gone, you'll not want to be on the water," Will scowled at Jack one last time and walked down the stairs of The Pearl in search of something to replace his freezing soaked clothing with.

Gibbs looked at Jack who frowned back at him, "it really did probably save 'is life," Jack started, "telling Jones that he was there to settle my debt... if he hadn't, Jones would have taken no interest and would have probably just had him killed."

Gibbs nodded, "Aye. Seems to me that Jones had been usin young Will as a sort of bargaining chip, with you, if ye catch what I mean."

Jack sighed, "alright then... let's get this ship back to land." he quietly walked about telling various crew members what they needed to do. He didn't want to be loud enough as to alert anyone on the Flying Dutchman of The Pearl's presence. Within a few minutes they were on their way away from the Dutchman, and toward where Jack presumed the chest to be.

Okay. Just to be clear, Elizabeth is not on The Black Pearl. I don't know what Jack and Gibbs and the rest of the crew did while Will was on the Dutchman, but I don't really like Elizabeth very much, and wouldn't be good at writing her character into this story, so I'm trying to avoid doing so... I guess somehow Jack decided what he wanted more than anything, and now has a pretty good idea where to find the chest now. :)

I think I might turn this into an alternate ending of the second movie. I didn't like the third movie very much, so I might make this be a sort of "my own version of how it should have ended." We'll just see how things go... Hopefully people will still be reading this...

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