Chapter 13

It was misty. I'll tell you that. So misty, Marty become an even bigger trip hazard, as you couldn't see him. I even admit to tripping over him at least three times. As The Endeavour emerged from the mist, Beckett's ship, Marty immediately spoke up. "The enemy's here! Lets take her!" her waved his fist rebelliously.

Unfortunately, the midget had jinked us all. At the last of his words, the rest of Beckett's armada came crawling out of the fog.

"Abandon ship! Abandon ship!" squawked Cotton's parrot, taking the chance to flee. Smart bird.

"Parlay?" Queered dad.

Again, I'm going to skip this bit. Unless your interested in grown men (and a quarter of one) screaming like five year olds, a lot of accidental shootings, and a near fatal attack with a mango, then you'll agree that my decision was the right one.

The next thing you know, we were on a beach. And by beach a mean a skinny clump of sand known as an island. I was dressed in ceremonial Singapore war gowns, which were black with a gold trim. They were supposed to be for some grown man, or women, and where around two sizes to big. I had secretly promised myself that as soon as I was out of the watchful eye of Tai Hung, I would change back into my normal dress code.

Any way, back to the story. In this exact order, dad, me, and Barbossa marched up to Beckett, Will, and Davy Jones, who was stood with his feet in a bucket of water. As we stood just a few feet away, I could smell Davy Jones 'Rotting Fish' aura.

"You be the cur that led these wolves to our door" Barbossa spat at Will, who looked apologetically at me.

"Don't blame Turner, he was merely the tool of your betrayal. If you wish to see its grand architect, look to your left." Beckett said in a blank tone.

Barbossa looked left at me, and I looked left at dad. He looked left, but realized no one else was there.

"My hands are clean in this... figuratively" he explained.

"Thanks for telling me, dearest father!" I replied, kicking him in the shin.

"Ow"

"My actions were my own and to my own purpose. Jack had nothing to do with it" Will spoke up.

"Well spoke, listen to the tool" agreed dad.

"Will, I've been aboard the Dutchman, and I understand your boredom, but your not aboard that god accursed ship any more. No more banjo's. No more bad singers" I comforted him. I swear Davy Jones winced as I said that.

Will was about to say something, but Beckett cut him off. "If Turner was not acting on your behalf, then how did he come to give me this? You made a deal with me, Jack, to deliver the pirates, and here they are. Don't be bashful, step up, claim your reward." He tossed dad something familiar. His compass.

"Your debt to me is still to be satisfied. One hundred years in service aboard the Dutchman. As a start" Davy Jones piped up, his lisp really annoying me.

"That debt was paid, mate, with help" he motioned to The Black Pearl where his killer Elizabeth sat somewhere.

"You escaped!" exclaimed Davy.

"Technically..."

"I propose an exchange" I stated, catching everyone's attention. Hey, you can't ignore a twelve year old Pirate King, can you? Oh, and what I did next, was the result of annoyance at dad for not telling me of his deal with Beckett. "Will leaves with us, and you can take That" I pointed to dad accusingly.

"Done" Will said instantly.

"Undone" contradicted dad.

"Done" Beckett ignored him.

"Jack is one of the nine pirate lords, you have no right..." started Barbossa.

"King" I stated blankly.

"As you command" dad took of his hat and bowed to me. As he did so, Barbossa lunged out and cut off the small coin dad had always had on his bandana. The coin fell to the ground, and Jack the monkey ran over and retrieved it. I realised it was dad's piece of eight.

"If you be sayin' something, I might be sayin' something as well" Barbossa looked at dad.

"First to finish, then?" Dad replied, as he exchanged places with Will. The result was dad having to stand next to Davy.

"Do you fear death?" Davy asked dad.

"You have no idea" he gulped.

"Advise your brethren, you can fight and all of you will die, or you can not fight in which case only most of you will die" Beckett proposed.

"How about, we fight, you die, I laugh, great show?" I asked, then turned on my heels and left. As I walked, with Barbossa and Will on at my sides, Will started chatting.

"King?" he asked.

"Of the Brethren Court. No thanks whatsoever to your beloved Elizabeth." I retorted, and his face darkened. At least, as much as it could in the Caribbean sun.

"Maybe Jack really does no what he's do" he muttered under his breathe.

"Of course"