Will Turner glanced at various places around the ship including the masts, cabin doors, and sails. Everything was set. Now he just had to wait. He leaned against the rail carving a little whale. The sea was calm and it was one of those days when everyone laid out under the sun napping and relaxing.

Edward, now commonly called Eddy by everyone, glanced at him and nodded with a mischievous grin.

From inside the captain's cabin came a curse, startling nearly everyone, but Will and Eddy. Bill walked out soaking wet. He raised his arms and watched the water drip from him.

"What happened?" asked Greenbeard.

Bill shrugged. "I came out of my quarters and next thing I know there's a waterfall on top of me."

He went to the helm, ringing his hair out as he went. He pulled the rope off the wheel. Water suddenly came falling on top of him again. With his hair and clothes dripping and the crew laughing, he looked up not amused.

Will and Eddy glanced at each other with victorious smiles.

This continued through the entire day. No matter where Bill went water was falling on top of him. No one dared to get near him, nor did they understand what was happening. Skully declared he was a cursed spirit and he had vexed Calypso and now she was seeking her revenge. Even at night it happened. There was no escape from the water. By morning, he was petrified of everything. He kicked doors open then backed out, avoided every loose rope, walked with his eyes in the air, and glanced at everything before going anywhere. To clear his head, he cautiously went to fetch a bottle of rum. He kicked at the bottle before taking it.

"What am I doing?" he asked himself.

With his bottle, he walked back onto main deck. It happened again. He threw the bottle in front of him as he held out his dripping arms.

"What the bloody hell is going on here!" he hollered.

Laughing came from above. Will and Eddy swung two buckets each around. Will waved at his father.

Bill rolled his eyes then waved back. Two could play that game.


Reading his book as usual, Bill sat against a barrel off the stairs leading to the helm. He glanced up at his son then continued his book. He checked to see that the rope was beside him and if it was still where it was supposed to be. It was.

"Son," he called, shutting the book. "Come here."

Will handed the helm out to Eddy. He took a few steps then suddenly tripped. He rolled down the stairs head over heels. He landed on his back with his head slamming onto deck.

"Ouch," he moaned softly

Bill stood over him holding the rope. "Nil dohcar ar bith déanta."

"Translation?" wondered Skully with a finger in the air.

"No hard feelings," Bill replied as he settled himself with his book once more.

The crew roared with laughter.

Will forced a smile. He began to sit up then just fell back quite hard.

"If that's the way he wants it then fine," he told himself.

Orion, seeing he was distressed and soaking wet, decided to do his owner a favor and lick his face clean.


Captain Turner sat on the rail at the very edge of the bow. He put his feet up then set the handful of sand on a line below him.

Eddy poured a little more oil on the deck then rubbed it in. He looked at Will and nodded.

Will whistled and motioned the crew to move away.

They merely picked up their possessions and moved away a bit farther.

"Mr. Turner. There is sand on these decks!" Will hollered as he polished his key.

Bill came running. "What do you mean sand? Will, don't move anywhere!"

He let out a shout as he slipped on the whale oil. With his arms flailing about to keep his balance, he slid down the oil path until completely falling on his back. He slid more until running into the rail and sand.

"That sand," Will told him, sliding down the rail before jumping off.

Bill spit out the sand from his mouth. He set his hands down to help himself up, but slid back down, smacking his jaw onto the wood.

Will turned and smiled. His father however had another trick up his sleeve.


Eddy scanned the horizon with his spyglass. "Mr. Turner," he called to Bill. "Approaching souls just off the starboard anchor. Very fine looking souls if I may add." He took another peek. "They must be from Tortuga."

The entire crew suddenly began fighting for the glass.

After Bill took a look he smiled and had to agree there were fine looking. All ten of them were certainly from Tortuga. He suddenly got an idea. He quietly went to his son's quarters.

Will was still sleeping peaceful with 'Jack' nestled in his arms.

Bill Turner went around the room, collecting his clothes and boots. He went to his own quarters and did the same.

"Eddy, hide these and the rest of the clothes," he said walking out of the cabin with his arms full of clothes.

Eddy nodded with a laugh. He returned from the hold a moment later.

Bill went back to his son's quarters. He gently shook Will's shoulders.

"Will, we have another gathering to do. You have to get up," he called.

Will stirred and quietly asked. "What?"

"Souls," replied Bill.

Will nodded as he rubbed his eyes.

Bill left.

"This should be interesting," said Eddy as Bill came out.

They went to the rail and waited.

Skully and Karibe whistled and waved.

"Father, where are my clothes?" asked Will with his head out the cabin doors.

Bill shrugged. "You can borrow mine."

"Yours are gone too," said Will.

"You lost my clothes too?" wondered Bill. "Oh well."

"This isn't funny," Will told him, stepping out wearing no more than his cutoff breeches and the necklace.

Bill laughed. "Come on. You're plenty clothed," he said as he dragged Will on deck.

"Welcome to the Flying Dutchman ladies," greeted Eddy with a bow.

"May I introduce you ladies to Will Turner, Captain of the Flying Dutchman," said Bill, holding Will in front of him.

The crew took one look at him and immediately gave a great burst of laughter.

Will's face went red.

The women went to him. They were definitely Tortugan wenches.

"Ahoy Captain," said the blonde sweetly.

"Okay father. Clothes. Now," demanded Will with a red face.

"You don't need them," another wench told him.

Bill nodded. "I agree with her son." He walked away laughing.

"If I had known this awaited me I would have died years ago," said a brunette as she touched Will's chest.

Will pushed her hard.

Another took his arm. "Don't worry. We won't bite."

"Hard," added the blonde, taking the other arm.

Will pulled out of their arms. He ran for his cabin but was stopped by his father.

Bill pushed him into the mob coming after him.

"He's mine," one shouted, pulling Will into her arms.

"Never. He's mine."

"You're both wrong. He belongs to me."

Will found himself running around deck with ten wenches chasing after him and tripping each other.

The crew pointed and laughed at him.

"Where are my clothes? Father please," pleaded Will, desperate.

Two hands grabbed his shoulders.

"Those won't matter. We'll just rip them off."

"Not funny!" Will shouted, running again.

Bill leaned against the mast laughing hard.

Will ran past him screaming for help.

By sunset, Will had disappeared into the organ chamber. The wenches walked around the ship, sweetly calling his name then pretty much began hollering at him. Will sat in front of the organ with his head in his hands wondering what Elizabeth would do if she was there. A hand touched his shoulder. He turned and slapped her—him rather.

"Sorry Eddy," he said, helping him up and off the floor.

Eddy rubbed his face. "You slap harder than Scarlett and Giselle."

"They aren't here are they?" asked Will with sudden fear.

"No, I just met them once," replied Eddy.

"Please tell me you know where my clothes are," pleaded Will.

Eddy shook his head. "Sorry Will. The good news is that the wenches are asleep. The bad news is there are more souls."

Will nodded. He cautiously returned to deck. The wenches were asleep and snoring loudly by the cabin doors. Will held his breath walking by them. He tiptoes over and between their arms.

A few more souls were brought aboard.

"Welcome to the Flying Dutchman," greeted Will with a forced smile.

"What happened to you?" a sailor asked.

"Long story," replied Will.

"There he is!" came a shriek.

"And it just woke up," moaned Will.

He was soon backed into the mast, unable to move.

"Where were you?" wondered the brunette, twisting her fingers through his hair.

"In my cabin," Will told her.

"Can I have this?" asked the blonde, holding 'Jack'.

"That's not yours," said Will, taking the monkey tightly into his arms. "It's my son's and he gave it to me."

All the women slumped and began to pout.

Will pointed at his ring. "I'm married too."

"Why is it always the cute ones?" wondered a redhead.

Will shrugged and began to move away.

"Is your wife on the ship?"

"Of course not. I would never allow her here," said Will.

"We won't tell if you don't," one said before throwing herself at Will.

Will was knocked down then jumped upon by the rest of the women. His hand reached up from the pile.

One grabbed it.

Bill came bounding on deck to save his son. "Ladies that's enough. The man is married and you are dead. . Of. Him." He pulled them all off his son while the crew held them back.

Will lie on his back staring into the stars with horror and a petrified face.

Bill slapped his face. "Will, it's over. Will." He shook him.

"Is he all right?" asked Maccus.

"I am going to kill you," Will told his father, still staring into the sky.

"Yep, he's all right," said Bill. "By the way Will. I'm already dead."

Will slowly looked at him with a look that would have been the death of him.

"I've got the monkey."

"I have his necklace."

Bill ripped the necklace and monkey from their arms. "These are not yours!" he hollered.

The necklace was set back around Will's neck and the monkey in his arms.

Will held his monkey.

Maccus helped him to the helm. He patted Will's shoulder, who was still horrified.

"If any of you touch him again it means the Locker!" shouted Bill. The wenches looked excited. "And he won't be there."

They slumped and pouted again.

Bill went to protect his son.

Everyone literally had to drag the wenches off the ship when they made port. Will smiled and waved as they cried and pleaded for him while walking down the dock. He returned to his world and let out a great, relieved shout.

"I thought Davy Jones was terrible," he noted to the world.

Bill came onto deck, holding an armload of clothes. "I opened a rum barrel thinking you might need a bottle or two or six and look what I found."

Will took his clothes. He began putting everything back on. He even put his coat on. The rest were cradled in his arms as he walked to his quarters while throwing his father's clothes aside.


After that last joke, Will had enough of his father's games. He went to Bill's quarters when he was asleep. He scanned the bookshelves for the perfect book. There were two copies of the same book. Perfect. He began tearing pages as he left the room. He walked to the helm where Maccus was doing duties. The torn pages were ripped in half then set into a bucket.

"What are you doing?" Maccus asked as if he was crazy.

Will handed him the bucket of pages and told him. "When my father wakes and comes on deck, throw these on him."

"He didn't mean for it to go that far," said Maccus, refusing.

"He had two copies of one book. Now he just has one. It's a favor," said Will.

With a smile, Maccus took the bucket and nodded.

Will walked down deck to mainmast. He leaned against it. Waiting, he put tiny rips in the book while reading it. He recognized this book; it was a collection of French poems and one of his father's favorite books, which is also the reason why he grabbed the newer copy.

The rest of the crew glanced at him wondering why he was tearing a book. Everyone knew Bill allowed no one to touch his books other than his son, but only with permission. Now, one was being torn. This was not going to end well.

Bill Turner came onto deck yawning as he stretched. He drew a breath and took a few steps. Paper fell on him and floated gently to deck. He picked up one of the pieces. Terror and a breaking heart were on his face.

"Looking for this?" asked Will as he tore a few more pages.

"William, no!" Bill cried as Will threw pages into the air. He caught one and looked at it, tears coming to his eyes. "How could you?"

"You stripped me of almost all my clothes then sent wenches to attack me. Your book can be stripped as well," Will told him, ripping out a few pages. He threw them in the air.

Bill caught more pages. He tried taking the book from Will.

"It's just a book," said Will backing away.

Bill nodded. He turned and headed for Will's quarters. He returned to Will. "Then you won't care what I do with this," he said, holding the music box in his palm. "It's just a music box." He walked to the bow. He held the music box over the edge.

Will shook his head. "Father, please don't.."

"Your mother gave me that book Will!" screamed Bill.

"You still have the book Mum gave you," Will pleaded desperate.

Bill nodded. "Just like you still have the organ." He let go of the music box.

"No!" Will screamed, running to the rail. "It's gone. My music box. Elizabeth." He shook his head then faced his father with tears in his eyes. "You knew how much the music box meant to me."

"Just as much as the book meant to me!" shouted Bill as he slapped him. "You're not the only one who has lost and suffered Will."

Fury over powering him, Will slammed his father into the rail. He pulled out the knife and raised it over his father's heart.

"Let's see you handle being heartless!" he screamed.

The music box melody suddenly began to play. Breathing hard and looking into his father's terrified eyes, his mind came back. He turned as the knife fell.

Eddy held the music box gently in his palm. In his other hand was an unharmed book.

Will took his music box. He watched as it turned.

Bill took his book. This was the one Charlotte gave to him. The other one was the one the crew brought.

"Enough. They were amusing at first, not anymore. Someone is going to get hurt if you two continue to do this. Each time, they just get worse. Call it a truce and end it," Eddy told them.

Will shut the music box.

Bill looked at him.

"I'm sorry," whispered Will.

Bill nodded. "So am I. I swear I never—"

"I know, neither did I," said Will. He left for his quarters.

Bill shut his eyes.

Some hours later, Bill quietly entered his son's quarters.

Will barely seemed to notice. He sat on his cot with 'Jack' in his lap. The music box sat in front of him, open. His eyes never left it.

Bill sat beside him. He made small designs on his son's back with his finger.

Bill shut his eyes as he sighed.

"Just think. In about a month you'll see them again," said Bill softly with some enthusiasm.

Will barely nodded. He was pulled into his father's arms.

"I'm sorry about today Will," whispered Bill.

"How many times are you going to apologize?" asked Will.

"As many times as it takes for you to understand," replied Bill.

"I don't know what happened today. I couldn't help myself. I don't mean what I said," Will told him.

"I know. It's one of your random emotional moments. You have those now and then," said Bill.

"Call it a truce?" wondered Will, holding his hand out.

Bill shook it. "You must admit it was entertaining while we still weren't after revenge," he added.

"At least Elizabeth wasn't here," noted Will.

"She wouldn't have minded once she put the wenches in the brig and chained you to the mast," said Bill. "We could always do that at the meeting."

Will laughed and shook his head. "I don't think so. No one would be able to pay attention and that would not give me or the Dutchman a good reputation."

Bill nodded. "You would have every woman in the world killing themselves at sea. I can just see it now. The crew of course would enjoy it."

"I'm sure," muttered Will.

Bill smiled as he looked at Will.