'Ere you go! Chapter 2! Woot Woot! Nothing really happens in this chapter, but don't stop reading! Cuz...next chapter! Something good will happen! I swear:D
Copyright: Still not owning...I want to though...

"What?" Will said quietly and looked at Davy.

"Get up."

"I am trying…" Will muttered and tried to stand up again.

"I said get up!" Will shook his head and continued to take his time. The two crew members that took Bootstrap to the brig came back. Davy smirked slightly and looked at the two crew members. "Men…could you please give Mr. Turner some assistance and help him to the top of the stairs.

"Our pleasure, captain." Said one of the crew members. They walked over to Will and grabbed his arms and started to drag him over to the stairs. Will tried to stop the men from dragging him by standing up. But every time he got on his feet, they would just pull him back down.

"Would you stop strugglin'? We're just helpin' you up the stairs!" Said the other crew member and laughed. Will continued to try to get up.

"I don't take this as being much help!" He sighed quickly and tried get out of the crew's grip. They shook their head and began to drag him up the stairs. Will tried to stop them by hooking his foot on railing, but they just ripped his foot away and continued to drag him up the stairs. He could feel the wood chipping off and lodging into his back. Once they reached the top of the stairs they let go of Will's arms and let him lay there.

"Now, didn't that help, Mr. Turner?" Davy asked.

"Not really…" Will said quietly, but loud enough for the crew to hear him.

"But why not?"

"If you…are trying to humiliate me…it won't work…" Will got up off of his back and leaned against the side of the ship.

"Who said I was tryin' to humiliate you?" Davy laughed. "Now that we 'ave had a good laugh, back to work!" The whole crew got back to work, except for Will. "Do you 'ave a problem, Mr. Turner?"

"Yes…my back and chest are both searing in pain. And you expect me to start working?" Davy looked at him and nodded his head.

"If you don't, then I can get your father back out here, and give you a few more lashes…"

"Anything would be better then working for you!" Davy inhaled deeply and glared at Will. "What are you going to do now, Davy? All out of ideas?" Will smirked.

"You wish I was, boy." Davy lifted up his hand and two more of Davy's crew grabbed Will's arms.

"Can't you do anything yourself, Davy?" Davy glared at Will one last time and turned away.

"Put him in the brig!" The men nodded and pushed Will down the stairs. They then led Will down to the brig. Once they entered, the one member pushed Will hard, and he fell into the cell.

"Pathetic…" Said the crew member and chained Will's arm above his head. "Have a nice stay." He laughed and shut the door to the brig. Bootstrap got up from the corner of his cell and leaned against the bars facing Will.

"How ye doin'?" Will glanced at him and shook his head.

"How do you think I'm doing?"

"Well…ye certainly do have the attitude of a pirate."

"I think you would have an attitude if you were me."

"You're goin' to have to get used to this, son."

"I really, really don't think I am going to get used that." Will leaned his head on the back of the cell. Bootstrap nodded and sat back down in the corner of his cell.

"Well, son, try to get some sleep."

"Right…" Will sighed and closed his eyes.

See? Will's OK! For now! Hehehehe...R&R please! I luff you!