"Will, it's a very long story. I didn't find out Jack was my father until I was ten. I had inherited some of his skills, though: his charm, ability to seduce and his wild streak. I had just the person to practice my seduction skills on: a boy I liked a lot when I was eight. His name was Robert, Robby for short, and his father owned a large trading post in town. He was actually pretty handsome. Now that I think about it, Will, he looked like you. He liked me back, I think, but his only flaw was his out-of-control pride. No one could tell him what he could or couldn't do, and I think that's were the trouble started.
"One day, Robby took me out on his little sailboat. We were instructed to stay along the coast, so we did not get caught in the big ocean currents. That day, I didn't see why we shouldn't go out farther; the sea was calm, there was no wind, and the sky was clear and blue. I began to talk to Robby about our daily activities, sports, and such. He was amazed that I didn't know who my parents were, and he was impressed with my fencing ability. But I'm straying off track. He started boasting about his sailing abilities, but I told him foolishly that I was sure he could sail in these waters, but I doubted he would be able to sail on the open sea. I told him he was probably as good as a sailor on the open sea as I was on the duck pond, which was very bad. He got bright red with indignation and he replied he would and I should just watch him. He maneuvered the small craft into the bigger ocean currents and I was a little worried at that moment.
"We actually ended up sailing into a storm that we couldn't sail out of. The waves were actually far over my head, probably about five feet above. One of the giant waves actually destroyed our boat, dropping both of us into the depths of the sea. The small mast actually fell onto my stomach, dropping me to the bottom of the sea. I was unable to move, unable to live, unable to die. The waves were pounding my head and my hearing was slowly going and I realized that if there was any chance of me saving myself, I would take it. Davy Jones came and picked us both up. WE were only kids but he was willing to accept us onboard the Dutchman. Robby had such a massive pride that he didn't want to serve under anyone. So, he was sent to Davy Jones's locker, but I was desperate for survival so I accepted his oath for a hundred years. The only problem was that I was a horrible sailor, so within three months, I was sent to the Locker.
"About three months later, one of my friends, I think it actually was Barbarossa, came to get me. The thing I remember most about the Flying Dutchman was that Maccus used every excuse he could to whip me because as I was eight, I used to endlessly torment him. I have scars from his whippings. The bosun was actually my favourite person who whipped me. Wait, never mind, it actually was someone else, I think. My memory has faded. Anyways, when I got off, I swore that someday I would make Davy Jones pay for what he did to me. OK, now you know everything. Do you have any other questions, Will?"
"I actually have one more." Will said. "There was that guy who said he was your brother, do you think he was telling the truth?"
"Well, I did have a brother." I told him. "His name was Erik. He died at sea a couple months after I got back, so I can assume that maybe he was put on the Dutchman. Oh, well, maybe I can find out more, but right now, Will, the bosun is giving us the look that says we have five seconds to start working before we get whipped."
"Good idea, Aliana." Will replied, quickly jumping up to one of the work crews. I followed him just as quickly. I noticed that Erik was watching me as we were getting up, and I flashed him a quick smile of reassurance. Erik smiled back. I felt a bit happier now that I had found my brother, but I was still worried about what would happen to us later. Will had a wild streak and I realized that someone else named Turner was on board, so there might be some of the same confusion I had to face. I hoped that Will wouldn't have to be whipped; I didn't want Elizabeth to kill me. I pushed those thoughts out of my head and concentrated on working the rigging, sensing the whip lash marks somewhat getting deeper, which was an omen that there was more terror to come. I gulped. This was not going like I had wanted it to be. I wanted to get off this psycho boat soon.