A/N: Chapter three, in which we start the main part of the story, which takes place at the roughly same time DMC took place.

Will entered the hut cautiously, since he had no idea what to expect. The woman inside was already walking toward Jack. "Jack Sparrow."

"Tia Dalma," Jack replied to the woman.

"I always knew the wind was going to blow you back to me one day."

Tia Dalma paused and looked at Will.

"You," she said.

Will looked at her closely. There was something familiar about her, though he was certain he'd never met her.

"You have a touch of destiny about you… William Turner."

Will looked down at her. "You know me?" he asked.

She smiled at him. "You know me," she said.

He blinked. She reached up and traced the path of his jaw. Before anything else happened, Jack took her hand. "There'll be no knowing here. We've come for help, and we're not leaving without it," Jack said. He looked down at her. "I thought I knew you," he said.

"Not so well as I had hoped," Tia Dalma replied. "Come."

Will watched as Jack led her away from Will.

"Come," Jack said. He apparently recognized that Will was interesting to her, and directed him to sit down next to her.

She smiled at Will. With anyone else, Will guessed she would have been flirting, but her intentions toward him seemed almost… maternal.

Will blinked. It… wasn't possible, was it?

"What service may I do you?" she asked as she watched Will. She looked up, her manner changing as she faced Jack. "You know I demand payment."

"I brought payment." He gestured and Pintel brought the cage with the monkey to Jack who held it. "Look?" He shot the monkey, who only screeched at him. "An undead monkey. Top that!"

Tia Dalma unlatched the cage and let the monkey out.

"Don't!" Gibbs cried out, too late. "You've no idea how long it took us to catch that," he finished mournfully.

"The payment is fair," Tia Dalma declared.

Will nodded. He was grateful that he'd managed to convince Jack to come up with another plan, one that Will could actually help the man with. If his childhood memories were right, he couldn't help Jack find a way to control Davy Jones.

"We need to find the Flying Dutchman," Will said.

"Why do you need to find the Flying Dutchman?" she asked sharply.

Will smiled. "I have information for her Captain," he said. "And we wish to bargain with him, using that information."

Tia Dalma looked at him for a long moment. Then she smiled at him. "I see," she said. "You are not trying to challenge him."

"Would you direct us to him, if we were?" Jack asked.

"I might," she said. "It would be interesting to see what he does to you."

Will shook his head. "Can you tell us?"

"What do you know of Davy Jones? How do you know he will not simply kill you?"

"I know more then most think," Will said. "And I have my reasons."

She nodded, though a spark of knowledge appeared in her eyes. "Very well."

She sat down at the table across from Will and gathered up several claw crabs that had been scattered on the table. She shook them in her hand, bringing them close to her face.

"A touch of destiny," she said as she scattered them on the table again. They fell into a strange pattern, which Will knew without even thinking about it, was the place they had to go.

Davy eyed the dark ship warily as it floated between the Dutchman and a shipwreck.

The Black Pearl appeared to be under crewed, but Davy wasn't going to take any chances.

He ordered Maccus to lead a portion of the crew over to the other ship, and joined them as Sparrow and his crew were herded to the center of the main deck. "This is it?" Davy asked as he looked over the eight men and one parrot.

"You see, we had a minor problem, stemming from…" Jack Sparrow started.

"Jack, shut up," the man behind Jack said.

"Oh, come now William, it's a good story. And I saved the day."

"As I recall, you were too busy running to save anything but your own skin."

"I kept you from getting eaten, I can handle this," Sparrow retorted.

"If you want, you can try to get us out of this, but I have the leverage," the other man said.

That man shrugged off Clanker's hold and stepped around Jack to face Davy. "Captain Jones," he said respectfully. His eyes glittered, but only Davy saw the brief grin the man gave him.

Davy tilted his head. There was something familiar about the boy. "Aye, boy?"

The boy paused for a second, and looked back at Sparrow. "Captain, I know that Jack Sparrow owes you a debt," he said. "However, I am willing to negotiate with you, Captain Jones. I have information that will likely be worth Jack's freedom."

Davy lifted his brow. "Do ye now," he said. "What is it?"

The boy shook his head. "I'm sorry, Captain, but some of it shouldn't be said around others."

Davy frowned and looked at Sparrow. "Sparrow, I will be using your cabin. All of ye, keep an eye on the rest of the Black Pearl's crew."

The boy glanced back.

Sparrow grimaced. "Don't do anything stupid," he said.

The lad turned back to Davy, rolling his eyes. Davy gestured him on, and they headed into Sparrow's cabin.

The door closed behind Davy with a snap. Davy stopped right in front of the lad and stared at him. "What information do ye have that is worth Jack Sparrow's soul?"

The boy sighed. "First… I have to give you the news that I couldn't out there," he said. He swallowed. "I'm sorry Captain Jones. As far as I know, William Turner the first died a year ago."

Davy's jaw dropped. He'd not expected that. The boy had turned so that he wasn't looking at Davy, either trying to give him privacy, or because the lad himself needed a moment.

"Lad… where did ye hear that?" Davy asked. He stared at the boy, seeing Bill in the way he stood and the shape of his cheeks. It wasn't possible, was it?

"There was a curse," the lad said. "I don't have all the details, but he had been thrown over the side of the ship, strapped to a cannon. But he couldn't die, not until the curse was broken. I didn't realize when I broke the curse…"

When I broke the curse… repeated in Davy's mind. "Lad… who are ye?" he asked.

"The bow swallowed. "William Turner. The second."

"My great-grandson."

The boy nodded and turned to face him. "I'm sorry, Grandfather. I didn't realize that I had killed him when I broke the curse."

"Will…" Davy cut himself off. "You are still called Will, correct?"

Will nodded.

"Bill is still alive," Davy said.

"What?" Will breathed.

Davy smiled. "He's over on the Dutchman right now," he said.

Will sat down hard. "He's alive? I didn't kill him?"

Davy nodded. "Aye. And even if he had died, ye would have been doing him a favor. When I found him, he was barely sane; the pressure of the deeps was nearly too much for him."

"That's what I've been trying to tell myself," Will said. He shuddered. "You found him?"

Davy nodded.

Davy glanced outside, and decided to change the subject. "Will, its good ta see ye again. Ye've certainly changed since ye were eleven."

Will smiled wryly. "I would hope so," he said. "It's been eleven years." He sighed and rubbed his eyes. "I'm glad I remembered correctly."

"Remembered- ye gambled that I was your great-grandfather, and ye weren't sure?" Davy asked.

Will nodded.

Davy snorted. "Foolish risks and bravery are not something I want my descendents to be known for," he grumbled. "What are ye doing here, anyway? Last news we had of ye, ye were safe on land."

Will grimaced. It's a long story." He glanced at the door. "And I doubt that we have time for me to tell it to you."

"Aye, we don't," Davy said. "Did ye really have information?"

Will sighed. "I'm not sure how useful it actually is, but yes." He sighed. "There's a man who wants to control the seas. Actually, he just wants to control everything. He wants… well, let's just say that he's the reason I'm here and not on my honeymoon."

"Honeymoon?" Davy asked, startled.

Will nodded. "I'm affianced, yes," he said. "The wedding was- it was supposed to be a little over two weeks ago. I was arrested less then an hour before it was to start." He shook his head. "In any case, that's not important."

"You were arrested?" Davy asked.

Will sighed. "Can we forget about that? Beckett wants to control the seas; he's not about to stop because he arrested me."

"Beckett, ye say?" Davy asked.

"Yes, Cutler Beckett," Will said. "He's in charge of the East India Trading Company, and…" Will broke off and shook his head. "He wants to rule the seas and destroy all pirates. I suspect that he'll want to control you, Grandfather, to do so."

Davy nodded. "I see," he rumbled. "And what does he know about th' sea?"

Will shook his head. "He certainly knows more then most. He…" Will sighed. "I don't know, but he's dangerous. He'll do whatever it takes, even murder, I believe, to get what he wants. At least, that's what I can tell about him. He wants to control the sea. If that means controlling you, he'll try to do it."

Davy nodded. "Why are you sailing with Sparrow? Why are you trying to get his debt cancelled?" He sighed.

Will shrugged. "Jack is… a friend. Or ally. Something like that. I need him alive for now. And anyway, he'll owe me for this. He might not pay, but I can keep him from thinking that I'm a naïve little boy if he thinks I negotiated for his freedom."

"He doesn't know?" Davy asked, after he managed to stop laughing.

"That you are my great-grandfather? No. No one knows."

"Good. If people know, they'd try t' use you against me."

Will nodded, though it was clear he knew that already. Davy smiled. His great-grandson was not stupid. "You need Sparrow?"

Will nodded. "I do. For now, at least," he said.

Davy nodded. "Very well then. At least he'll still be indebted to one member of this family. And the information on Beckett is very much appreciated."

Will shuddered. "I can't let him threaten another member of my family," he said.

Davy looked at him sharply. Will waved it away. "Long story," he said. "I'll try to explain it next time I see you."

Will wondered just what everyone was thinking about them when they walked out. Everyone turned to face them almost instantly. Will knew better to react much, and he knew his grandfather wasn't going to react either. Will merely quirked his mouth into a lopsided smile.

Davy stopped in front of Jack. "Jack Sparrow…" he said. Jack glanced at Will, and then focused on Davy. Davy smirked at him. "Our debt is settled." Davy grabbed Jack's hand and pressed their palms together.

Jack stared at him. Eventually, he transferred his stare to Will, who was leaning against the rail, smiling easily.

Davy's crew looked at Will as well. Will knew that he didn't appear all that special, so most of them were probably wondering just what he'd had done to get the Captain to agree to this.

Davy turned to one of his crewmen. "Go to the Dutchman and bring Mr. Turner over," he ordered.

Will grinned. Everyone else blinked, but the crewman stepped into and through the mast of the ship. Within a few moments, he returned, with another crewman. Will gasped as he stared at him- his father.

Davy turned to Bill. "William Turner… your service is over. Young Master Turner here has bargained for your freedom."

Bill blinked up at him, but Will sighed in relief.

Davy glanced around at the rest of his crew. "Back ta the ship!" he ordered. He glanced at his descendants for a moment. Bill nodded at him, even as the sea life fell away from his body and clothes. Will smiled at Davy.

Davy nodded back, before he faded away to the Dutchman.

Bill turned to look at Will. "Will?" He asked.

Will nodded. "Aye," he said quietly. He was sad to see his great-grandfather leave, but he was reunited with his father, and that was something he'd wanted for a long time.

Jack recovered enough to wander over to Will. "Now what did you say to him?"

Will smiled. "I used logic, Jack. It's a useful little tool. Plus, I had information that he needed. Now, since you're no longer in debt to Captain Jones, can I have the compass?"

Bill looked back and forth between Jack and Will. "I see this is a long story."

"Very long," Will agreed.

Jack sighed. "And done with," he said. "Aye, William. I'll give you the compass. But first we need more crew. Nine men can sail the Pearl, but we need more."

Will sighed. "Let me guess," he said. "Tortuga."

Jack smiled.

Sorry I'm late getting this up, but RL got a little crazy here.