Captured
It was storming heavily when the Pearl found the Dutchman.
Jack, Marana, and Will looked out at a ship in the distance. "That's the Flying Dutchman?" asked Marana. She had changed from her blue dress to a set of baggy sailor's clothes. When she noticed Jack's uncertain nod, Will added,
"She doesn't look like much."
"Neither do you," Jack retorted. "Do not underestimate her." He paused before inquiring, "What's your plan, then?"
Marana replied in annoyance, "I go over and search the ship until I find your bloody key."
"And if there are crewmen?" asked Jack.
"I cut down anyone in my path." she replied with more confidence than she actually had.
"I like it," said Jack. "It's simple, and easy to remember."
She climbed down into the boat that waited for her in the water. As she started rowing, Jack called after her, "Oi, if you do happen to get captured, just tell them Jack Sparrow sent you to settle his debt! It might save your life."
Marana rowed over to the other ship, which lay in two large pieces. She climbed out of the boat and onto the crushed deck. She spotted a bloody and dirty sailor tugging on a rope.
"Hoisting the jib, Captain's orders…" he muttered. She ran up to him.
"Sailor!" she called out. "Sailor! There's no use, you've run aground."
He turned, and Marana saw him shaking with fear. "No…beneath us…foul breath."
Suddenly, a body fell to the deck in front of her. When she leaned over to look at it, she saw suction marks all over its body, proving true what Gibbs had said about the Kraken.
She approached the rail and saw the water bubbling. A ship burst through the surface, crashing to the surface. She suddenly realized that she wasn't on the Flying Dutchman, and became uncertain of what she had been dragged into.
The crew of the Flying Dutchman began to board. They were a truly horrifying lot. Each one was slimy and covered with barnacles. Marana tried to get back to the boat she had come in, but she was cut off by one of the crewmen.
"Down on your marrowbones and pray!" he commanded, waving a pair of chain cannonballs around. She tactfully jumped over him and pulled out her sword. She dueled with the monster for a while, before spotting something: a barrel of whale oil. Quickly, she dipped her blade in the oil and smashed it into a lantern. She swung her flaming blade at anyone who stood in her way. A circle of the crewmen formed around her. One of them knocked her on the side of the head, and she fell to the deck, unconscious.
When she woke up, her head was throbbing, and she was kneeling in a line along with four men. She looked up and saw a figure walking along the line. He was tall, had a lobster claw for a left arm, had a peg-leg instead of a regular right leg, and had a scary beard of octopus tentacles. She knew it was Davy Jones.
One of the crew members, Jones' first mate named Maccus, spoke in a raspy tone to his captain, "Four men and a woman still alive; the rest have moved on."
Jones keeled in front of one of the men and lit a pipe, which he stuck into his mouth. "Do you fear death?" he snarled. The sailor, shaking too hard to respond, said nothing. "Do you fear that dark abyss, with all your deeds laid bare, and all your sins punished?" When the sailor nodded, Jones laughed a little. "I can offer you an escape."
"Don't listen to him!" shouted a sailor at the end of the line, clutching a rosary between his folded hands. Jones proceeded to him, asking, "Do you not fear death?"
"I'll take my chances, sir." the man said.
"To the depths," snarled Jones.
Maccus slit his throat with a knife and threw him overboard. One of the sailors blurted out,
"Cruel blackguard!"
Jones snuffed out his pipe, "Life is cruel. Why should the afterlife be any different? I offer you a choice. Join my crew and postpone the judgment. One hundred years before the mast; will ye serve?" The sailors shook their heads vigorously.
"I-I will serve." they all said.
"There, then," Jones proceeded down the line, stopping when he saw Marana. "You are neither dead nor dying. What is your purpose here?" he demanded.
"JackSparrowsentmetosettlehisdebt." she said very fast.
"What is your purpose here?" Jones repeated.
"Jack Sparrow…sent me to settle his debt." she said more slowly.
"Did he, now…well I'm sorely tempted to accept that offer."
Marana glanced over at the Pearl, wishing she hadn't agreed to find the key in the first place.
