Chapter 7
As soon as we where aboard the pearl and out at open ocean, a storm hit us. Dad was up to something, or he wouldn't be out at open ocean ready to bear the Kraken. We soon came to a part where we saw a shipwreck. Then we stopped.
"That's the Flying Dutchman? She doesn't look like much." Will contemplated.
"That's not the..." dad elbowed me in the ribs, and I gasped for air.
"Neither do you, do not underestimate her" he elbowed Gibbs in the ribs too.
"Musta run afoul of the reef" he joined in. I knew that wasn't the Dutchman. I'd never seen it before. But I knew from what dad had told me, it looked like it had been heaved out of the ocean itself, and it was much bigger than the pearl.
"So what's your plan then?" dad looked over at Will.
"I row over, search the ship until I find your bloody key." Will grumbled.
"Mouldy Key" I corrected. "Not bloody."
"And if there are crewmen?" dad tested.
"I cut down anyone in my path"
"I like it." Nodded dad. "Simple, easy to remember."
I helped Ragetti get the row boat ready. "Your chariot awaits you, sire" he joked.
"Oy! If you happen to get captured, just say Jack Sparrow sent you to settle his debt. Might save your life."
"Bon Voyage" I said, then whispered in his ear. "You probably won't survive to see Elizabeth, so you can stay, and not get the compass, or go and get the key, and end up dead".
"I will save Elizabeth" he whispered back. Then he was gone.
"Douse the lamps!" dad ordered. The crew set about doing so.
Dad watched the other ship through his telescope. It had been split in two by something... I got a feeling it wasn't a storm.
"Ah here she comes." The whole crew looked up as a colossal ship covered in algae, seaweed, and anything else from the ocean depths.
"The Dutchman" muttered Gibbs.
Five men where taken from the wreckage of the other ship, and taken aboard.
"So that's where they summon the Krak..."
"Don't say the beasties name with its owner across the waters" Gibbs grabbed my arm. "Go down to the hull, you'll be safe there" he said, his expression softening. "You are Jack's daughter, and could be very useful to Jones."
"Aye, I understand, but I don't want to be safe." I grumbled. "I want to be amongst it" I looked at his face. "Fine, I'm going to the hull"
And I descended.
I found a bottle of rum and drunk away.
"Spare some for me" said a familiar raspy voice.
"Bootstrap?" I asked.
"Aye. I'm sorry" he said looking at me, taking my rum and drinking a swig.
"For what?"
"This" he whacked me on the head with my bottle, and everything went black.
When I awoke, I saw the face of an octopus.
"Jack Sparra's daughter. Take her to the cells" he spat the letter 's' , I think he had a lisp. When I was dragged away, I saw Bootstraps face in the background, looking at me and mouthing 'sorry'.
