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As the late Captain Hector Barbossa has said "Here there Be Monsters"


Chapter Six

David "Davy" Jones wasn't always a morbid monster. In fact he was quite handsome. He was kind and gentle. He had been in his early thirties when he met her. He had fallen in love with the sea goddess Calypso.

He had been smitten by her. He had agreed to be her Ferryman for ten years with the promise of being with him for the rest of their days. So at the end of the ten year sentence, the one time he was allowed to come a shore, she wasn't there.

The Brethren Court gathered and Jones had told them how to bound her in her human form.

Feeling betrayed, he became a harden, evil, and a bastard of a man. He failed to do his job correctly and as punishment, his ship, his crew, and himself were cursed. Over time his crew became part of the ship and that is when he started enslaving the dying sailors.

Then Will Turner and Jack Sparrow happened. The evil curse was semi lifted.

That should have been the end of his story.

Thanks to Will Turner's son Henry who lifted the curse permanently brought him back.

He, Captain Jones had been dead for nearly twenty years. Now he was back. Back from the "Turner's" Locker.

Now he could have his revenge. He had Turner's son and friend. Younger Mr. Turner was in a world of trouble.


Both Henry and Carina knew that Captain Turner and his wife, were on their way to rescue them from Captain Jones. The problem was, they didn't know when. So Henry didn't know when to put his plan into action.

To mark him as a prisoner, Jones kept Henry's hands shackled in front of him. They were kept on him while worked on deck. His ankles were in shackles too.

It made Henry's work tedious. The chains on the shackles got in the way and the shackles on his ankles made walking difficult and he would often trip.

"If ye don't hurry it up boy, ye will be beaten" Maccus shouted at him.

"Well you try swabbing the deck with shackles on!" Henry shouted back.

Before Maccus could do anything, another crew member shouted for him and the Captain.

"The Song Captain! The Song its been sung!" Coleman shouted.

He had heard the song be sung. It had been through a piece of eight that he had managed to snag from a former Pirate Lord.

Jones left his cabin and with a tentclely hand grabbed Henry by the back of his shirt.

"Why Lad?"

"You kidnapped the true Captain of the Flying Dutchman and the Pirate King's son. I am also the nephew of Captain Jack Sparrow. What did you think was going to happen you bastard!"

Captain Jones stared at Henry Turner before throwing him at Maccus.

"Kill him" Jones growled

Henry scrambled to his feet quickly.

"You are a dead man if you kill me Jones and you know it!" Henry shouted

Jones grabbed Henry by his shackled hands and with out looking at Maccus, "Prepare to dive"

He had seen something in Henry Turner's face that was shown so quickly that he would have missed it if he hadn't been looking at Henry.

He had seen Henry's fear of death.


Will Turner was tossing and turning in bed. The Dutchman's cries had gotten worse.

Someone on the Flying Dutchman was in trouble. Then Will heard it. A short cry before cutting off.

Will had several bonds to his love ones. However there was a stronger one linked to his son. It was through this link that he heard the short cry.

Will shot up in bed.

His worse fear had come true. His only son was dead.

Henry William Turner was dead.

They were now searching for Carina Barbossa and Henry Turner's body.


But Henry Turner wasn't dead. The Dutchman couldn't stay under water with mortals on board for very long; it was long enough to for Henry to nearly drown though and long enough to break the bond he had with his father.

Jones had dropped him on deck during the dive.

When they came to the surface, Henry was coughing up water at Jones's feet (if you could call them feet).

"Chain him facing the mast. I am gonna give him fifteen lashes!" Jones ordered

Henry Turner wasn't one to get frightened. He had faced undead Spaniards for crying out loud. However though there was something about Jones that scared him.

"Wait pl-please. Don't! Please don't do it Master Jones!" Pride be damned. "I beg you. It won't happen again. I won't talk back, Master Jones!" Henry cried out.

Henry had let the "Master" part slip. It was his slip up that would save his life.

Jones smirked at the now crying and broken boy. The boy was now at his mercy.

The Navy Officer in Saint Martin was right, Henry thought.

Before blacking out, Henry spoke the last part of his thought out loud

"I am a coward"