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Chapter Eight

You might want to run

Will had been extremely enraged when Jena and Leon showed up on the Flying Dutchman and even more so when he learned of what Jack had done. It was a few night later and despite the constant snarls and glares that the three of them received, they were okay. Except for that one night when one of the crew tried to feel Jena up. Not only did Will and Leon jump on him and beat the hell out of him, Jones didn't take to kindly to any of them even thinking about touching the woman on the ship.

Jones was in his Quarters while the rest of the ship was hauling a large cannon in the air to set it somewhere else as the Captain's music rang out to them. The constant repeat of 'Heave!' was beginning to grow annoying, but Jena pushed through with it.

"Secure the mast tackle, Mr. Turner!" One of the crew then shouted and Jena looked up. Will hurried off to one side while another man went the other way, both headed in the same direction. "Set to it!"

"Oh no," She sighed, keeping her hold on the rope.

"What is it?" Leon, standing behind her, asked.

"Something that does not bode well." And she was right. The cannon fell on them. She felt arms wrap around her waist and pull her back, giving her a soft body to fall on as the rest of them all fell to get out of the way. She thought that it had been Leon, but she had to guess again when her brother stood up on the other side of the gaping hole in the ship. Jena immediately jumped to her feet and turned around to the man that was standing up.

Shark-face.

"Th-thank you." She mumbled, not knowing what else to say. She was surprised that any of the men on the ship would do that. They were so…well…creepy! (Don't deny it, they are, lol)

The man gave her a nod before turning to watch what was happening.

"Five lashes will remind you to stay on 'em!" The man went to lash Will with a whip, but another man, the one that Jena had seen moving before, grabbed his hand.

"No!"

Everyone looked surprised. "Impeding me in my duties? You'll share the punishment."

"I'll take it all." The man claimed.

"Will you, now?" Jones came forth, cutting his way to the front of the crowd. "And what would prompt such an act of charity?"

It took a moment, but he answered. "My son." The man turned to look at Will as Jena pulled a surprised look. "He's my son." Will wore a more angry look than Jena did.

Jones stepped around Bootstrap Bill and took a look at their faces before he began to laugh. "What fortuitous circumstance be this? Five lashes be owed, I believe it is." He took the whip and held it out to Bill.

Bill looked horrified. "No," He shook his head. "No, I won't!"

"The cat's out of the bag, Mr. Turner. Your issue will feel its sting be it by the bosun's hand or your own."

"No." Bill repeated himself with a shake of his head.

Jones pulled an enraged look. "Bosun!" The other man went to take it again but Bill beat him to it with another loud – "No!"

The two men that were holding Will ripped apart his shirt. Jena pulled her sopping wet hair over her eyes and plugged her ears, trying to block what was about to happen. She felt Leon's hands on her shoulder squeeze when Will was hit. She couldn't imagine how Bootstrap was feeling. She didn't want to know. After the fifth blow, she cleared her hair away and hurried after Will as he made his way down below. Leon beat her to him and helped him walk, Bill and Jena following them.

"Will," Bill went to grab his son's other arm, but Will pulled away.

"I don't need your help!" He snarled.

Bill sighed. "The bosun prides himself on cleaving flesh from bone, with every swing." He tossed his son another shirt.

Will glared at him. "So I'm to understand what you did was an act of compassion?"

"Yes." Bill answered him.

"Will, listen to him. He's telling the truth." Jena told her friend. "Can't you tell by the way he refused to let that man take the whip?"

Will sighed and lowered his head.

"Come on you great lump," Leon continued to carry his friend out of the rain. "Let's get you down."

"100 years before the mast, losing who you were, bit by bit," Bill told them as they headed further into the ship. "Until you end up…end up like poor Wyvern here." Jena looked at the man in the side of the ship and pulled a face.

"Poor thing." She mumbled.

"Once you've sworn an oath to the Dutchman, there' no leaving it." Bill continued. "Not until your debt is paid."

"We've sword no oath." Will told his father.

He leaned in towards his face. "Then you must get away."

Will reached into his pocket and pulled out the drawing that Jack had given him. "Not until I find this. The key."

Jena watched in shock as Wyvern opened his eyes and leaned forward to look at the key, his brain hanging hallway from his head and the wall.

"The Dead Man's Chest." He announced, looking at Will. They all stared back.

"What do you know of this?" Will asked him.

Wyvern's head turned as he looked at the ceiling. "Open the chest with the key, and stab the heart…" He turned back to Will. "No, don't stab the heart." He warned. "The Dutchman needs a living heart or there'll be no Captain, and if there's no captain, there's no one to have the key."

"So, Jones has the key, huh?" Leon asked with crossed arms.

Wyvern pulled a scared face as if he was regretting what he said and began to mold back into the wall.

"Where is the key?" Will asked.

"Hidden." Was the answer.

"And the Chest?" Jena questioned.

"Hidden." Wyvern repeated and he closed his eyes again.

Elizabeth and Rena had found Norrington and Jack Sparrow in the bar. Rena felt horrid when the former Commodore had been thrown out with the pigs where she had first found Gibbs. Elizabeth had volunteered to take care of him while Rena ran off to find her brother. Elizabeth and Norrington where now walking up behind Jack and his crew towards the ship.

"Captain Sparrow," She called out.

"Come to join me crew, lad? Welcome aboard."

"I'm here to find the man I love."

Jack and Gibbs both froze. "I'm deeply flattered, son, but my first and only love is the sea." He made a motion with his hand and Gibbs nodded as Norrington blew chunks into the water.

"Meaning William Turner, Captain Sparrow." She corrected him.

He whirled around. "Elizabeth." He thought for a moment and turned back to Gibbs. "Hide the rum,"" He whispered before turning back as Gibbs headed for the ship. "You know these clothes do not flatter you. It should be a dress or nothing. I happen to have no dress in cabin."

"Jack." He paused. "I know Will came to find you. Where is he?"

Jack sighed. "Darling, I am truly unhappy to have to tell you this, but…" He stepped forward. "Through unfortunate and entire ably unforeseeable circumstances that had nothing whatsoever to do with me, poor Will, along with Jena and her brother Leon, have been press-ganged into Davy Jones's crew."

"Davy Jones?"Elizabeth asked him.

Norrington chucked up again and leaned on the barrel under him. "Oh, please. The Captain of the Flying Dutchman?"

"You look bloody awful. What are you doing here?" Jack asked.

Norrington looked at him like he was stupid. "You hired me. I can't help it if your standards are lax.

"You smell funny." The Captain replied.

"Jack!" Elizabeth brought his attention back to her. "All I want is to find Will."

Jack looked at her, thinking for a moment. "Are you certain? I sthat what you really want most?"

"Of course."

"Because I would think you'd want to find a way to save Will most." Jack took her by the arm and led her closer to the ship.

"And you'd have a way of doing that?"

"Well…" He rubbed his hands together. "There is a chest." Jack announced.

"Oh, dear." Norrington knew right where this was going and he had a bad feeling.

Jack spared his a quick glance. "A Chest of unknown size and origin."

Ragetti and Pintel passed by, carrying something. "What contains the still-beating heart of Davy Jones." Ragetti made some movement with his hand as they moved onto the ship.

"And whoever possesses that chest possesses the leverage to command Jones to do whatever it is he or she wants, including saving the brave trio from their grim fates."

Norrington straightened up. "You don't actually believe him, do you?"

Jack gave her a look and she bit her lip. "How would we find it?"

Norrington looked at her like she was an idiot (Which she is! I CANNOT stand her!) and Jack smiled as he pulled out his (wonder) compass. "With this. My compass…" He opened and closed it. "Is unique."

"'Unique' here having the meaning of broken." Norrington scowled.

"True enough," Jack agreed. "This compass does not point north." Norrington walked to the other side of the dock and vomited again.

"Where does it point?" Elizabeth asked.

"It points to the thing you want most in this world." Jack answered her.

She shook her head with a smile. "Oh, Jack," She whispered. "Are you telling the truth?"

"Every word, love." For some reason he didn't like calling Elizabeth that. It seemed to burn him. He placed the compass in her hands. "And what you want most in this world is to find the chest of Davy Jones, is it not?"

"To save Will." She corrected him.

"By finding the chest of Davy Jones." He grinned. He lifted the compass open and then backed away. He waited a few more moment before popping back up to read it. He grinned. "Mr. Gibbs!"

"Cap'n." the Elder man replied as he stopped on the dock.

"We have our heading."

"Finally!" He turned to the ship and began barking orders.

Jack turned back to Elizabeth but a voice cut him off.

"Jack!" A woman called happily.

"Jack?" A man quickly followed after hers. "As in Jack Sparrow?"

"No Lance! Don't!"

"Lance? Now where have I heard that name before?" Jack pondered.

"You might want to run, Jack." Elizabeth told the man with a worried look.

Jack ignored her as a man called his name and he turned, thinking it was a new crew mate. Instead, he received a booted foot to the face and was thrown over the dock into the water.

"That's for my sister, dammit!" The man called after him.

~Oh,~ Jack thought as the water splashed around him. ~That's where.~

"I'm so, so, so sorry, Jack!" Rena cried as they were on the ship. A blanket had be tossed around the Captain's shoulders as he stood before Rena, Lance, and Elizabeth at the wheel. "I told him not to, but he just didn't listen."

"Damn right I won't listen!" Lance snorted, crossing his arms. "That's what he gets, and if we weren't in the middle of the ocean I'd do more to him!"

Jack gave the man a glance but then turned back to Rena. There were more important things to talk about at the moments. "What are you doing here, Rena?"

She looked surprised. "I came to find you, of course. And my brother and sister. Speaking of which, where are they? Have they found you yet?"

Jack pulled a face as the feeling of guilt dropped over him. He couldn't bear to look at her face as he lied to her and told her what had happened. How could he tell her that it was his fault that his sister was now on the Flying Dutchman? Hell, he wasn't going to be able to bear it when she asked why it took so long for him to come back for her and he had to tell her the truth like he had his sister.

It was true. He had gotten cold feet, but for different reasons than Jena and Leon though. He had gotten cold feet about coming to get Rena due to the fear of her wanting to stay on land instead of sailing the seas for the rest of their days like Jack wanted to. If that was what was going to happen, why get attached to her even more just to have her be ripped away in the end?

~Oh my God,~ He thought to himself. ~I sound just like Davy Jones~

Casting that thought right out of his mind immediately, Jack turned back to the other three.

"So," Rena was holding her chin as she thought. "If we find this chest, we can get Jena and Leon, as well as Will, back?"

"Yes." He answered her.

"Let's do it then! It can't be any worse than fight a bunch of undead pirates, right?" She smiled. Jack returned it.

Lance gave the pirate a scowl. "What are you hiding?" He demanded with a glare.

Jack pulled a face. He really was Leon's brother, wasn't he?"

"Lance, be quiet, Jack's not hiding anything. Why would he?" Rena hit her brother's arm.

"Yeah, why would I?" Jack laughed, but it only made him feel worse.