A/N: Okay, this is a rather short chapter but oh-well! Enjoy!
Aboard The Dutchman
Lycia scowled as Davy Jones marched down the stairs. She walked towards the bars of her prison and watched him as he made his way towards her.
"So the notorious Davy Jones has resulted in kidnapping teenage girls to settle bargains? How disappointing!" Lycia said peering through the bars.
Davy Jones smirked and walked towards her. "You don't know who you are do you?"
Lycia looked at him curiously, "Who am I then?"
"That would be telling. You'll find out…soon enough," Davy Jones walked over to the person guarding Lycia and gave him some orders. He glanced over his shoulder at Lycia. "And get her some work to do. She needs some more space!"
Lycia growled. Not only was she a prisoner but now she was being made to work!
The fish-man, as Lycia called them, strolled to the door of her cage and slowly opened it. He beckoned her over and marched her on deck. He threw her a brush and a bucket and told her to get scrubbing. Lycia filled her bucket from a small barrel of water and made her way to the helm of the ship.
Davy Jones stood at the helm, making sure the ship was on course. Someone cracked her over the back with a long stick and Lycia fell to her knees.
"Get to work!" the person snapped.
Lycia forcefully pushed the brush into the bucket and swirled it about. She then began to scrub the decking around about the helm. Davy Jones sneered spitefully before turning to talk to the thing beside him.
"So what should we do about Sparrow?"
"Hmm?"
"He found the chest and now someone has the heart!"
"Oh right…"
"WELL?" Davy Jones snapped, "Hopeless, listen up crew. Do you think it's time we called the Kraken?" The crew cheered. "Very well then. Let's send Sparrow to his death!" Davy Jones laughed.
"NO!" Lycia shouted as several members of the crew ran to a large wheel that sat on deck. "You can't do this!" she protested.
"Oh can't I?" smirked Davy Jones.
Lycia got to her feet and rushed towards Davy Jones. Davy Jones spun around and grabbed her wrist in his claw. He smiled and threw Lycia towards the only crew member who had been nice to her. His name was William Turner or Bootstrap Bill as the crew called him. He stopped her from falling and grabbed her shoulder to support her.
"Lock her up. She might find herself joining her father sooner rather than later…"
Lycia stared at Davy Jones as Bootstrap hauled her down the flight of steps. She began to kick and scream.
"What do you mean by that?" she yelled, "Do you know who my father is?"
Davy Jones smiled nastily. "Oh I now who he is. Figure it out my dear Lycia Sparrow!"
Lycia's jaw dropped. She remained silent as Bootstrap dragged her below deck and into her cell. She sat down on the small bed and rubbed her temples. Jones' words echoed around her mind.
Lycia stared into space. She recalled when she had first met Will, he had said she looked like Jack Sparrow. She had never thought about the fact that Tia Dalma had told her she would find her father if she got back to the pearl. Lycia groaned and lay down on the small bench.
Could it really be that Captain Jack Sparrow was her father? If he was then she was about to lose him again, Davy Jones was about to send Jack to the locker…