"Long, drawn-out noooooooo!" Bootstrap wailed, the crewmen restraining him. Within seconds, he sprouted some more marine growth.
"The boy's not among the wreckage," the hammerhead guy said. "He must have been claimed by the sea."
"Where have you been these last several years?" Davy Jones asked, incredulous. "Our sole task is to find those who die at sea. If he was dead, we would be more likely to find him than if he was alive! Good Lord, I'm surrounded by morons! This is why I'm the Captain, understand? I know the rules and corrupt them as I see fit! Now then, to business." He glared at Bootstrap. "You! Down to the origami class for you. I heard it through the rumor mill you would have enjoyed basket weaving. Hammerhead guy, leave no survivors."
In the background, the hammerhead guy started hacking away at the unlucky survivors, except for one.
"The chest is no longer safe," Davy Jones said, not knowing Will was in earshot. "Chart a course for Isla Cruces. Get me there first or there'll be the devil to pay."
"First?" the pufferfish-looking guy asked.
"Who sent that thieving charlatan onto my ship?" Davy Jones asked. Will beamed, his chest swelling. It was some mighty big character development, going from a whelp to a thieving charlatan. "Who told them of the key? Jack Sparrow!"
A/N: I like leaving notes, but this short scene just speaks for itself. Onto Curiosity!