A.N.

Yer, I know, great oneshot. Well I felt like extending it, and English was boring, so now you get to listen to me drabble on for another…500 words.

Naturally I don't own either the characters or the show, otherwise I wouldn't be sitting here writing my angsty version, would I?

Now reviews are a way to an authors heart…and it also makes them write faster, so if I get enough reviews I might just write another chapter….

From Bad to Worse

part 2 - Awakening

Red Rock

Will awoke to the damp gloomy hell that was the brig. His head pounded, his back ached and he was certain that at least three of his ribs had to be broken. Ugly welts had begun to appear on the bare flesh of his back, following the curve of the red angry lines that the whip had drawn on his torso. He groaned and opened his eyes, squinting to see in the darkness. He seemed to be alone down here, which was actually a pretty good thing because he definitely didn't feel like talking to anybody right now and the though of facing Davy Jones or his 'men' made Will's head ache even more.

Just as he was about to rest his head back down on the floor and pray for blissful darkness to overtake him again, he noticed something. A black shadow slunk its way down the isle of cells and paused in front of his door. More curious that scared, Will moved closer.

"I see you are awake boy," the shadow said in a grating voice, "about time I was starting to get worried."

With these words he reached down into what Will thought looked like an overcoat of some sort and pulled out a lantern. It cast a cheery glow around the room, belaying the pure evilness of the whole ship. Now that he could see the shape properly, he was relieved to find his father standing there. He probably should have recognized his voice, but the stress of the beating had erased the smaller details from his memory.

"Father," Will said weakly. The darkness and tension seemed to eat up the men's thoughts, each coming standing, wondering, waiting for the other to speak. Then they both spoke at once.

"Father, I am sorry if I was abrupt with you…"

"William, I really am sorry for…"

After each insisted that the other speak, Will finally finished his sentence. "Father, I really am sorry if I was somewhat abrupt with you the other….how long exactly have I been unconscious?"

"Three days," Bootstrap said, the tear in his eyes and tremor of his hand belying the rough but calm tone in which he spoke. "I was getting worried…" he trailed off. "Son I have some more bad news for you. I overheard Jones speaking with Bo-son and, well there is no easy way to say this, but … they are planning on 'teaching you another lesson then throwing away the trash…" he quoted.

Wills sharp intake of breath was enough to insure that Bootstrap didn't have to repeat himself. "I have a way to get you out, but we have to work fast," Bootstrap began. He was interrupted by footsteps echoing down the hall and the sound of a sword clanking against some scrap of metal. A morbid whistling shrieked down the hall and round the corner, reaching the ears of a terrified father and son.

Will and Bootstrap froze.

Then they were brought crashing back into reality by a low chuckle.

Bootstrap looked around, trying to find a place to hide; it would not be pleasant for either of them if the person coming around the corner found him.

A shadow appeared, and more than ever Will wished he was back in the darkness.

All right tell me what you are thinking…(I'm thinking, coulda done so much better!) pretty please with cherry and Orlando Bloom on top??