I'm back! Thank you so much for your patience and lovely reviews! They made me more excited to get back to writign once my busy schedule died down. The musical went really awesome and was one of the best experiences I've had yet!

Will the two friends tell the pirates the truth about where they came from, or will they try to keep it a secret for as long as they can? Who knows! Haha.

Anywho, here is a semi-long chapter that awaits for your eyes to read. Hope you enjoy and don't forget to review!

Disclaimer: I do not own any rights to Pirates of the Caribbean. I only own Abigail Unger and Sarah Williams.

Chapter 10:

The Flying Dutchman

Sarah stepped into Tortuga for the first time. Looking around at the town, she tried to piece what Abby had told her and the image she was receiving herself together in her mind. Abby had said it was a revolting place full of drunks, by Sarah saw it as a perfect chance to release her anger by getting into fights that held no reason.

Jack stepped beside her, trying to get her attention. He cleared his throat a couple of times while waving his hand around "accidentally" hitting her arm. Sarah shot a glare over at Jack and he shrunk back.

"Jack I have no doubt that she will never forgive you," Gibbs said matter-of-factly to the captain.

Straightening up, Jack responded, "Just give time, she will have to stop giving those looks after a while."

They all walked into a decently sized pub to set up a table for to get more men on their crew to fulfill Jack's debt. Gibbs sat at the table with Sarah at his side, her feet kicked up on the table as she inspected the three men that came up and signed the list.

"This is wrong," She admitted, peering through her bangs that were now long and hung in her eyes. "These poor men don't even know what they truly signed up for."

Folding his hands on the table, Gibbs agreed. "Aye, inhumane if you lay out everything in bold right in front of you."

Sarah turned her head over to Jack who sat leaned against a column behind a plant with his compass open. For a split second she thought about saying something to him, but she quickly reminded herself that she was pissed and vowed not to say a word until he admits what he has done.

A small man came shuffling up to the table. He was bald on the top of his head with strands of hair curtaining around. His eyes were wide as the two laid eyes on him, seeing that he was happy to see this table set up, accepting any men to join the crew of the infamous Captain Jack Sparrow.

"Ever since I was a little lad," he explained after Gibbs introduced, "I wanted to sail the seas…forever."

Sarah gave him a small sad smile as Gibbs said, "Sooner than you think. Sign the roster." The man thanked them and excitedly signed and stood nearby with the other few.

After the man left, Jack spoke up. "How are we going?"

"Including those four, that gives us…four." Impatient, Jack shut his compass and shook it. Probably hoping for better news, Sarah guessed.

A loud thump of something slamming on the table tore Sarah's eyes away from the captain to face another who wanted to sign up. Peering up at the man, she couldn't make out his features beneath the dirty hair that covered his face. He wore a torn, caked in mud, navy officer uniform. Sarah could of sworn she has seen the man before, but of course by his covered features of his face, she couldn't confirm it.

"What's your story?" Gibbs asked smiling a little.

"My story." The man repeated in a deep husky voice. "It's exactly the same as your story, just one chapter behind. I chased a man across the seven seas. The pursuit cost me my crew, my commission, and my life."

Sarah eyes widened a she realized who the man was. Shocked, her legs flew off the table and her chair flew back..

"Commodore?"

"No not anymore," the man said more clearly and less deep, "weren't you listening?"

Getting up from the floor, Sarah's eyes were wide. "Norrington."

Norrington caught her eye. He leaned in close to her, his breath reeking of rum. "Just as I suspected. I nearly had you all off Tripoli. I would have, if not for the hurricane."

"Lord. You didn't try to sail through it?"

Ignoring Gibbs, Norrington stood straight. "So, do I make your crew or not?" Loss for words, they both tried to make something up but was cut off. "You haven't said where you're going. Somewhere nice?" Angry, Norrington flipped the table over, sending everything flying off of it. Sarah jumped to the side, dodging the table.

Stepping out into the crowd Norrington yelled, "So am I worthy to serve under Captain Jack Sparrow?"

Behind him, Sarah caught Jack trying to sneak away covered by a giant leaf of the plant he was sitting behind. Noticing him also, Norrington pulled out his pistol and pointed it at Jack.

Jack froze. "Or should I just kill you now?" Norrington finished.

Peaking out from the top of the plant, Jack tried to step in the other direction having to pistol still pointed at his head. "You're hired," Jack concluded.

The pistol did not lower. "Sorry, old habits and all that." Just before the trigger was pulled, Sarah and the four new crew men jumped at Norrington, making him shoot up at the ceiling.

The bullet hit the chandelier and bounced off breaking a mans' bottle he had been drinking out of. A fight soon broke out all over the place. The small band near he door began playing a jig as everyone started to punch and tackled one another.

Jack shoved the plant into a random barrel and grabbed Sarah who was nearby, happily punching someone. "Time to go."

"Aye," agreed Gibbs getting up from the floor.

Sarah tried to pull away from Jack. "Let go of me, I wasn't finished punching this guy yet."

"Sorry love," Jack apologized, pulling her through the crowd.

She pulled and clawed at his grip on her arm. "Jack, you bastard! Let me go!" Ignoring her, Jack continued his journey up the stairs in the pub with the new crew right behind him. It took a while to get to their destination as they were stopped by fights and Jack swapping hats since he lost his, trying to find one he could wear. As he did that, Jack had let go of Sarah's arm, so with the freedom of her arm that she regained, Sarah began punching and pushing people off the ledge of the balcony onto the floor below where Norrington still was.

Music from and organ came from below the deck, barely audible through the storm that caught the Flying Dutchman in it's path. In the rain Will, Abby, and some of the crew were pulling on ropes to lift a cannon and move it.

"Heave!"

They all pulled on the rope at the same time, lifting the cannon up two feet.

"Heave!"

Abby's arm muscles were burning as she pulled on the rope, likely getting burns on her hands also. It's been nearly a day both her and Will had been on the ship, but the way the Dutchman sails, she could have been wrong.

"Heave!"

After another pull, the cannon was in place.

"Secure the mast tackled, Mr. Turner!" Ordered Jimmy Legs from above. Obeying the order, Will released the rope in front of Abby.

"Set to it!"

Will pulled himself up the ladder to the secondary deck nearby. Abby noticed another going up along with him. Narrowing her eyes she ran the orders over her head. He said Mr. Turner, meaning Will, so why would another go?

Abby watched the two, wondering what was going on as Will shouted at the man through the loud cracks of thunder. Not being able to make out what they were saying, she turned her head away as lightning struck, making her jump. Her hands shook from the cold, fear, and ache of the body but she still held on tight as she waited. Will was right, she shouldn't have come with him onto that wrecked ship, but she wanted to prove that she was worthy. At this moment, she regretted her choice.

Suddenly, the rope jerked from her hand as the rope was being pulled up. Her hands wouldn't budge from their grip on the rope and she was flung upward into the small wall the divided the captains quarters from the deck. Her grip loosened and she fell just as a loud crash was heard nearby. The side of Abby's face pounded in pain from the impact. She shook her head to clear her sudden blurry vision to inspect what else had fallen. With her vision now clear, what laid in the middle of the deck, pounded into the wood was the cannon they were raising.

Oh no, she thought.

Her eyes darted around to find Will being hauled up to his feet a few meters away from where he previously stood. Her face pounded along with her heart as she shakily stood up, her eyes never leaving him. Worry struck through knowing that he will face a punishment from his faults with the task. Two of the crew pulled him over to a mast as another held something up.

Instantly, Abby jumped up to the deck they were on and shoved her body through the crowd that circled around Will. Her words caught in her throat before she could say anything.

"Five lashes to remind you to stay on 'em!" The Jimmy Legs said as he held the stick, lifting it up to strike. It dawned on Abby that there was a creature wrapped around it, with it's fangs sticking out.

Before she managed to realize it, she jumped out in front of the whip, having it lash at her leg. Under the fangs, her skin ripped and Abby fell to the ground whimpering.

"Abby!" Will shouted, looking over his shoulder at her. He tried to break free to get to her, but the two who held him to the mast laughed.

"Stupid girl!" The Bo'sun laughed. She was pulled by her leg away from the circle. She screamed and kicked to get free, increasing the pain from the lash.

The Bo'sun held up the whip again until he was stopped yet again.

"No!" Cried out the man who ran after Will, grabbing onto the stick. He looked more human than the others, his face still easily recognizable but a starfish was attached to the side of his face as long thin strands of hair hung over his eyes from a hat.

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

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

The familiar thumped echoed along the deck. Abby realized it had grown silent beneath the deck, the organ had stopped playing. "Will ye now?" Davy Jones's voice came from behind the others who stood around. They made room for their captain to walk through. "And what would prompt such an act of charity?"

The man seemed hesitant at first, but managed to speak. His eyes moved over to Will. "My son. He's my son."

Will turned sharply around to stare at the man right before briefly meeting Abby's eyes who shared the same shock within them.

Jones stepped around the man to get a full look between him and Will, a deep slow laugh following. "What fortuitous circumstance be this? Five lashes be owed I believe it is!" The Bo'sun handed Jones the whip who handed it to the man.

The man's eyes widened realizing what Jones was telling him to do. "No. No, I won't!"

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

"No."

"Bo'sun-"

"No!" Mr. Turner held the whip up, bracing for what he was about to do. By the mast, the back of Will's shirt was ripped open, exposing his back for the whip.

One after the other until the fifth lash, the whip smacked through the air, biting Will's exposed back. Abby shut her eyes and winced each time the whip cracked, hearing Will's moans from the sharp pain. After the fifth lash, he was lead to the stairs and was thrown back down to the main deck. Opening one of her eyes, Abby made sure it was over. The crew paid no more attention to her as she stumbled down the steps to Will.

"You had it easy, boy!" Jimmy Legs laughed from above as Will tried to stand up.

Mr. Turner made it to him before Abby could. "Will-"

Will pushed him away. "I don't need your help!" He tried to steady himself on the cannon that was dropped.

"The bo'sun prides himself on cleaving flesh from bone, with every swing."

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

"Y-yes."

Abby made it down the steps and limped over. "Oh, god. You're bleeding!" Blood spilled down Will's back from where the lashes made their mark.

Mr. Turner looked down at her leg. "And so are you."

She rolled her eyes at him.

Below deck they were now, heading to no destination. Abby limped along, trying to catch up with the men's long strides as they talk.

"Bootstrap? Bootstrap Bill Turner?" She concluded.

He looked back at her and stopped. "Yes. What is your name again."

"Abby Unger, or well Abigail Unger. I prefer Abby."

"Ah," Bootstrap said, recognizing the name. "One of the two infamous girls on the seas. I had met your friend, Sarah Williams, on the Pearl."

That made Abby stop walking. "You have? Infamous you say? Well I'm sure infamous nearly doesn't cover the half of it. I'd say unforgettable more likely. Infamous is leaning more towards Jack Sparrow's league."

"Just as I mentioned to your friend before, you are not aware of all the stories then I suppose."

Furrowing his eyebrows, Will asked, "Stories?"

Nodding, Bootstrap responded, "About who they really are, where they've come from. Interesting the tales are."

Thinking back to Tia Dalma, Abby said, "You're not the only one who has said that to me. So, what's this whole deal with the ship?"

They walked on. "100 years before the mast, losing who you were, bit by bit, until you end up…and end up like poor Wyvern here." Bootstrap pointed to the wall that was covered in barnacles. Abby looked more closely to see a face sticking out of the wall, eyes and mouth shut.

"What the hell?" Abby wondered aloud.

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

Will turned around. "I've sworn no oath."

"Neither have I," Abby added, crossing her arms.

Bootstrap leaned in close to the two. "Then you must get away."

"How?" Abby adressed, her tone growing serious. "It's hard to even get on so it's impossible to get off and just like you said if you've sworn an oath you can't leave. And from that I doubt anyone has ever tried leaving."

"Abby has a point," Agreed Will. "Even if we did we're not leaving until we find this." He pulled out the cloth that held the key on it. Abby had forgotten that was the reason they were on the ship in the first place and it made her blood boil knowing they were on here for a bloody key. "The key."

From the wall a gasp escaped. They looked over to fine the face had it's eyes and mouth opened. Wyvern pulled what's left of the top of his body away from the wall.

"The dead man's chest," he rasped.

"What do you know of this?" Will held up the cloth to Wyvern's eyes.

His eyes did not move, instead they stared ahead. "Open the chest with the key, and stab the heart…No don't stab the heart! The Dutchman needs a living a living heart or there'll be no captain, and if there's no captain, there's no one to have the key."

"So the captain has the key," Abby confirmed. "Well that makes it easier to get it."

Wyvern closed his mouth, already having said enough and pressed back up against the wall.

"Where is the key?"

"Hidden."

"Where is the chest?"

"Hidden." Wyvern's eyes and mouth closed shut not saying nothing more.