The pirates of the scuttled ship were taken onto the Dutchman as prisoners. Each of them was force onto their knees before the cursed ship's captain. Behind each of them was a member of the Dutchman's crew, holding some sort of sea-related weapon to the throats of their charge. At the end of the line was Will, who'd come around in time to hear the steps of the Captain as he descended onto the deck of the ship. The moment Will laid his eyes on Davy Jones, he had to resist the urge to vomit.
Davy Jones's dark eyes stared out from behind a long beard of octopus tentacles that moved and curled with a life of their own. He had a claw for a left hand and the fingers on his right extended out in rough tentacles that wrapped around a ivory cane. Atop his head sat a black hat that resembled devil horns, and one of his legs was nothing but a whalebone. He cast a glare at the men in front of him before turning to Maccus.
"Five men still alive. The rest have moved on," Maccus explained.
Jones casually lit a pipe before bending down to look at the first crewman before him. "Do you fear death?" he asked the man, who looked down at the ground and was shaking- though this could be due to two things; the prospect of death, or the face of Davy Jones. The Captain attributed this to the former. "Do you fear that dark abyss? All you deeds laid bare. All your sins punished. I can offer you an escape."
One of the other men who was hiding a rosary quickly yelled out, "don't listen to him!"
Jones walked over to the chaplain and took the man's head in his claw, squeezing on his throat. "Do you not fear death?"
"I'll take my chances, Sir" the Chaplain replied, looking Jones in the eyes.
The Captian grinned, "to the depths." He released his grip on the man and moved aside as Maccus and another crew member quickly disposed of the chaplain, slitting his throat and tossing him over the edge and into the roaring waters.
"Cold blooded," muttered one of the crewmen in the line, causing Jones to growl.
"Life is cruel. Why should the afterlife be any different?" He turned back tot he first man, who was still cowering in place. "I offer you a choice. Join my crew, and postpone the judgement. One hundred years before the mast. Will ye serve?"
"I-I will serve," said the man.
Jones grinned, pleased before spotting Will. He quickly stomped over before looking Will over. "You are neither dead nor dying. What is your purpose here?" he asked angrily.
Will looked around before muttering, "Jack Sparrow sent me to settle his debt."
Jones' eyes opened in shock as he repeated his question, "What is your purpose here?"
Will paused before looking at Jones and delivering his answer clearly. "Jack Sparrow sent me to settle his debt."
Jones quickly rightened himself, his beard curling in anger. "Huh! Did he, now?" He paused, "I'm sorely tempted to accept that offer." He quickly turned and looked out in the darkness, where the Pearl was cloaked in darkness.
Jack watched through a spyglass, watching the exchange between Will and Jones. He grinned before pointing the spyglass back at Jones, who turned towards him, smiling.
Jack quickly lowered the spyglass and Jones was standing before him. Charlotte, who was standing by Jack's side quickly pulled out her sword and pointed it at Jones's throat. Gibbs, Cotton, and the rest of the crew were about to scurry away when the rest of the Dutchman's crew emerged from the woodwork (literally) and held them hostage.
"Oh," Jack said, looking at the disgusting man in front of him.
Davy Jones smirked, as he knocked Charlotte's sword aside and moved towards Jack. "You have a debt to pay. You've been Captain of the Black Pearl for thirteen years. That was our agreement."
Jack paused, "Technically, I was captain for two years, then I was viciously mutinied upon."
"Then you were a poor captain, but a captain nonetheless! Have you not introduced yourself all these years as Captain Jack Sparrow?" He replied in a mocking voice, causing his crewmen to laugh.
"He's not wrong," Charlotte whispered into Jack's ear as she returned by his side, her hand resting on one of the small knives strapped to her waist.
Jack ignored her. "You have my payment. One soul to serve on your ship. He's already over there."
Davy Jones frowned, "One soul is not equal to another!" he growled.
Charlotte watched as Jack paused unsure of what to say. "So, we've established that Jack's proposal is sound in principal. Now you're just haggling over price."
Jones grinned at Charlotte, raising a hand to touch her cheek. She moved back slightly, and Jone turned back to Jack. "Price? Ptt!"
"Just how many souls do you think my soul is worth?" Jack asked, curiously as he moved slightly in front of Charlotte.
"One hundred souls," Jones replied. "Three days."
Jack folded his hands in gratitude, and Charlotte move out from behind Jack and spoke. "Send us back the man, and we'll get started right away."
Jones grinned and attempted to grab Charlotte's waist with his clawed hand. "I keep the boy. A good faith payment. That leaves you with only ninety nine more to go!" He laughed.
Jack nodded to Jones. "Have you not met Will Turner? He's noble, heroic, terrific soprano. Worth at least four... maybe three and a half" he added as an afterthought."And did I happen to mention... he's in love. with a girl. Due to be married. Betrothed. Dividing him from her and her from him... would only be half as cruel as actually allowing them to be joined in holy matrimony. Aye?"
"I keep the boy. Ninety nine more souls to go. But I wonder, Sparrow, can you live with this? Can you condemn an innocent man- friends," he looked back at Jack, "-to a lifetime of servitude in your name, while you roam free?"
Jack's eyes narrowed for a second as he thought about Jones's words. Charlotte nodded and Jack quickly piped up. "Yep! I'm good with it. Should we seal it in blood? I mean... ink?"
Jones leant forward and grasped Jack's hand in his tentacled hand, resulting in a squishy sound that caused Charlotte to wince and Jack to gag. "Uh!" Jack groaned as Jones ripped his hand from Jack's.
"Three days. Three days" Jones echoed as he and his crew vanished into thin air.
Jack looked at his hand and noticed that it was covered in green slime, but the black spot disappeared under the effect of the sludge. He looked up at the deck where Jones was standing a second ago. "Oh, Mr. Gibbs," Jack said as Gibbs approached him.
"Aye."
"I feel sullied and unusual," Jack replied.
"And how do you intend to harvest these ninety eight souls in three days?" Charlotte asked.
"Fortunately, he was mum as the condition in which these souls need be," Jack replied with a mischievous grin.
"Tortuga," Charlotte and Gibbs replied.
"Tortuga," Jack replied, wiping his hand on Gibbs's vest, before turning to Charlotte who back away, still looking at his hand.
"No. Absolutely not. You're going to have to bathe in every ocean before I touch you," she spun on her heel and marched away, leaving Jack to stand on the deck- alone.