-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.

Jones watched as the boy slept. He looked so worn out, and yet the lad was tossing and turning, muttering in his sleep. Jones stepped forward and used his crab claw hand to move aside a piece of hair from Will's face. Will muttered something in his sleep, and to Jones it sounded like, "Stupid Jack." Jones chuckled under his breath, so the boy didn't like Jack either; at least they had that in common.

Jones returned to the deck of the ship as he remembered something, Jack had said the boy was in love, thinking of love made him think of Calypso, the one person he had ever truly loved, then betrayed him. Anger swelled within him and he stormed off to his cabin to go make the seas churn as he vented out is anger and pain. The crew sensed he was in a bad mood, so they stayed far away from him.

Maccus went below deck to wake the lad up, shaking him gently by the shoulder Will muttered again then cracked one eye open to look at Maccus. He stared then grumbled, sat up and stretched. It was only when the ship lurched forward that Will noticed the large thunderstorm and the massive sound of the organ.

"What's that?" Will asked, Maccus looked at him and realized he was wondering about the music.

"Captain likes to vent his feelings through music, in which the sea responds to his feelings, so he's in a murderous mood, come now lad, we need some help with a cannon." Maccus waved to Will.

Pain. Anger. Love. This was what Davy Jones was feeling when he heard the cannon drop. Curious, he stepped out of his cabin and into the pouring rain. The human, Will, was going to be whipped.

(And yada yada yada, ya'll know the rest of this; I'll start it at the point where Wythrn went back into the ship)

Maccus watched the scene between father and son. The lad was asking questions, too many questions. He was plotting something, even if he couldn't hear what they were saying. He decided it as best to report it to the Captain right away.

He silently made his way to the Captain's cabin and knocked, fearing for his life as he did. The door flew open to reveal Jones, and he looked…uh…miffed. (I really wanted to use that word) He gestured for Maccus to enter. Maccus hesitantly did.

"What be wrong?" Jones snapped. Maccus cringed and twisted his hands together before answering.

"The lad and Bootstrap are up to something, they got Wythrn to talk," Maccus reported. Jones raised a hairless eyebrow at this.

"Did he now? Throw the lad in the brig and keep Bootstrap far from it," he ordered his first mate, who nodded, too eager to escape from his captain.

(*Elevator music* About an hour later)

Will muttered darkly looking around at the edges of the cell he was being held in, it wasn't really fair, to be whipped, literally thrown, and then thrown into the brig. He had to get out, it was simple, he realized, if Jack were in his position what would he do?

Twenty minutes later when Maccus came down to check on the lad, he found him pacing and muttering what sounded like, "Think like Jack. Think like Jack. Think like Jack. Damn, why is it so hard to think like Jack? Think like Jack. Think like Jack."

This concerned Maccus greatly, Jack was well known to be a master of using confusing words that actually made sense if you thought hard enough. The boy was plotting escape! Maccus dashed off to go inform his captain of this new development when Will had an epiphany.

"Wait! If Jack were in my position he would be trying to think like me, so in order for me to think like Jack, I have to pretend to be Jack trying to think like me!" Will exclaimed, "He wouldn't be saying 'Think like Will' though. No, he call me a name, he never calls me by me real name. Let's see, boy? No. Lad? No. Young Will? No. Young William? No. Master Turner? No. Captain Turner! Ha ha, no. I got it! Whelp! He always calls me that! Okay, here goes." With this figured out Will went back to his pacing and muttering only now he was saying, "Think like the whelp. Think like the whelp. Think like the whelp."

(Oh, the irony! I had a really hard time figuring that into my story. Please review, it keeps me alive!)