"The idiots are already here!" Davy Jones shouted, a deep rumble from his throat. The crewmen eyed him and approached the forecastle of the ship where they saw Pintel and Ragetti playing a feverish game of Rock/Paper/Scissors. "If I could set food on land now instead of a decade from now I'd show that short one that Rock crushes Scissors!"
"We'll go in your stead, sir," the hammerhead-guy said.
"Don't fail me," Davy Jones warned.
Stan, the newest addition to the Flying Dutchman, felt compelled to ask what could possibly be worse than slowly being turned into a coral reef that would attach itself to the ship and lose all sense of self, but the more seasoned sailors shook their heads at him.
"Down!" Davy Jones commanded. The ship submerged into the briny depths, making the observant viewers wonder where Will had latched onto at this point. Maybe he already detached himself and was slowly dog-paddling towards the beach? Maybe he saw two dogs cavorting and couldn't resist staying to watch? Such thoughts did not cross the mind of Davy Jones, though, his scorned, bitter mind focused only on holding his hat on his head with his tentacles.
A/N: Do not own, but would appreciate reviews!
