-okay, so as the summary might or might not have told you, this is about Will's time aboard the Flying Dutchmen, that is how you spell it right? Anyways, I thought Davy Jones and the crew were a little harsh so I decided that during his 3 days aboard they would be a tad bit nicer to him, and Davy Jones would take on a fatherly approach, this doesn't change the ending to any of the movies, just a extra that wasn't mentioned, in my mind, in the movie.
Disclaimer-I'm not a large mouse with a dog named Pluto.
Will waited impatiently for Davy Jones to return, what would become of him? He had no doubt that Jack would try to use him as a bargaining chip, again. This was becoming a sort of annoying habit, how he would be used by Jack, just so Jack could save his own skin, and the Black Pearl, Jack loved that ship more than anything in the world. At least it proved that Jack actually had feelings.
His head snapped up as Davy Jones reappeared through the mast, Will had to admit, it was a pretty cool trick. He felt fear grip his heart and his breath caught in his throat as the captain of the Flying Dutchmen eyed and walked over to him. Davy Jones hooked Will's chin with his semi-normal hand and forced Will to look up into his eyes. They weren't as cold as he had originally thought, just a piercing light blue that made him look cruel. The look on his face was almost sad, as if he was about to do something he would regret dearly.
"Maccus! Get the lad on board the ship; I have to deal with our newcomer," Jones told his first mate, the creepy one with the hammerhead shark head. He nodded and pulled Will gently to his feet. Jones was not gentle with the new crewman at all; he forcefully dragged him into the mast and disappeared. Will realized he would have to do the same and began to struggled and kick at Maccus.
"Lad, calm down, just stay still and it won't 'urt, hey, don't kick me! Lad, stop it, it'll just 'urt more. You're acting like a child! Damn it, stop struggling!" Maccus shouted at Will, who neither ceased nor tired of struggling. Maccus was highly tempted to knock the lad out and just carry him through, but he wasn't sure if the captain would like that very much. He could slightly injure the boy, make him immobile, just for a bit. No, that wouldn't work either.
While he was thinking this, Will decided he had had just enough of the whole pirate business. He sank his teeth into Maccus's arm, who gave a startled yelp and let go of Will. Will ran to the edge of the broken ship and jumped into the ocean, thinking his chances of surviving were better there than on the Flying Dutchmen. Maccus shook his arm, smiled ruefully, and jumped in after the whelp.
The lad was a pretty good swimmer, Maccus had to admit, but seeing as how Maccus was first mate and part shark, Will had absolutely no chance of escaping whatsoever. Maccus easily caught up with Will, wrapped his arms around his waist and pulled him up to the surface.
Will gasped for air, and started again with his struggling. Maccus was getting really tired of this and so was Will, he had virtually no energy left and was running on pure adrenaline. Finally, he realized there was no escape and just went limp in Maccus's arms. Maccus smiled with satisfaction; at least he could get him on board the ship now. He decided it was still easier to go through the mast on the other ship than to climb aboard the Dutchmen. Dragging Will back to the broken down ship was easier than expected, Will put up no fight and simply accepted his fate. He did, however, struggle feebly as Maccus pulled him towards the mast. Maccus shook him lightly and Will stopped.
Going through the mast and onto another ship was not the most pleasant experience Will had ever had. It felt like he was being pulled through slime. He closed his eyes and held his breath waiting for it to be over and done.
After what felt like a lifetime, but he knew it was probably just a few seconds, they both emerged onto the deck of the Flying Dutchmen. The crew seemed to be waiting for them, and they blinked with mild surprise to see both Will and Maccus looking worn out.
"What happened to ye?" Davy Jones asked, although he clearly knew the answer and was attempting to hide a smile. Wordlessly, Maccus pointed at Will, who did his best to give an innocent smile. Jones was not amused by it. He narrowed his eyes down at the whelp, thinking about what should be done.
"Let him rest for an hour, then put him to work Maccus," Jones finally decided, the boy would have to pull his weight around here, even if it was for three days. Jones still wasn't sure if Jack would come through on their bargain, or if he would try to wiggle his way out of it, again. Either way, the boy would be a part of his crew, unless he tried to escape, which he highly doubted. The lad looked far too smart to try anything.
Or, so he thought, Will was already thinking of possible ways to escape the ship. But, he had to rest; his mind and body were exhausted. He thought he would only sleep for a few minutes, but as he lay down in a hammock his mind just shut down totally.