Chapter 1 – Deal is deal
Davy Jones grinned, planted himself in front of Jack. "Forget the boy, Jack! Forget all yer weasel-words-uh! You have a debt-uh to pay! Deal is deal! Yer mine now! For one hundred years!", he clarified. Jack stepped back, he didn't know what to do now.
"No… no! Ye can have the boy, Jones! He's yours! Do whatever ye want wiv' him, but… let me go!"
He was in limbo, Davy Jones had lifted him up by the collar. Jack flounced wildly, tried to be on terra firma again.
Jones brought him face to face , with an evil grin. "One hundred years! Or maybe I should extend tha time for duty b'cause of yer brashness-uh! I think, I should extend for…. Eternity!", he said, and laughed. Jacks eyes widened in panic, he struggled against the grip.
"No! That wasn't part of our agreement! Let me go! This is not fair!", he called, but suddenly, Davy Jones clasped Jacks throat with his claw and flung him across the mast.
"Ye really think I'm fair, Sparrow? I'm Davy Jones! And YOU should be a little less fractious!", he barked, came closer to Jacks face, his ear.
"Opposition is useless, ma friend-uh! Yer mine!", he whispered, it made Jack shudder in disgust.
Suddenly, Jones threw Jack to three of his crewmen. "Bring him to tha ship! And bring the whelp back!", he ordered, the other crewmen let the men of the Black Pearl go, returned to the Flying Dutchman.
Jack struggled, tried to escape the strong grip of the three crewmen, who where more seacreature than human. "Gibbs!", he cried. "GIBBS!"
They couldn't do anything. They could only watch their captain carried away by Davy Jones' crew. Gibbs and the others watched how Jack was forced to pay his debt… in a brutal and inhuman way. "Gibbs… is there nathin' we can do?", Ragetti asked worried. Gibbs shook his head. "No… Jack has to do this… or he'll be killed by Jones!"
Jack was thrown to the hard and wet floor of the Flying Dutchman, tried to get up. Davy Jones was bending over him, watching every movement. "C'mon, little captain! Get up! Be a man! Or do ye need ma help-uh?", he asked nastily.
Jack growled, stood up and tried to look tall. But it didn't work.
Jones grinned, prickled his claw slightly into Jacks torso. "And now, Jacky?", he asked.
In his despair, Jack lunged into him and slapped and boxed at him, but it didn't help.
Jones took his punches as if they were nothing. He laughed, and the whole crew laughed with him… except for one.
Bootstrap Bill.
He watched how Jack tried to knock Davy Jones down, tried to free himself, but it didn't work. He felt so sorry for him. There was nothing he could do. He didn't even now whether Jack has noticed him.
Suddenly, Jones grabbed Jack and threw him to the floor. Jack gasped, he's got wet because of the drenched floor of the ship. "Please… please don't…", he craved.
Jones bursted out laughing, and with him, the whole crew except for Bootstrap did. "Did ye hear this? Did ye hear this, men? The great Jack Sparrow is begging for mercy! This is priceless!", he said laughing.
Jack looked up, into all those fish faces and he knew there was no help for him. No mercy. Jones kicked with his normal leg at him, forced him to get up. "Oh no, ma pretty captain! There is no mercy for you. Ye have to settle yer debt! But be glad! This night, I'll let ye go… your work begins tomorrow!", he ordered, grabbed Jack and pulled him up to him.
He smirked, looked into Jacks scared face. "But first thing, come into my cabin! I have to talk a few words to you, ma dear!", he said, carried Jack towards the cabins, opened a door.
"Jack… no…", Bootstrap whispered, watched how Jack was forced into Jones' cabin.
He lowered his head, prayed desperately. "Oh please, captain… don't hurt him!"