Summary: Jack's POV of the ghost shark scene in DMTNT.

These Turners

"Keep rowin', man." Captain Jack Sparrow ordered. "Faster. Faster!"

"No." Young Henry Turner, the other man in the boat, threw down the oars to the longboat and stood up. "That's it. I'm going with her."

You're better off in this boat than the water, lad. "You would leave me for some horologist in her knickers?"

The young man took off his coat. "Yes."

These Turners are all the same. Instead, the pirate feigned shock and said,"You men are all alike."

Henry's feet had just barely left the planks of the boat when a gray object burst out of the water. It flopped back, revealing a white underbelly, before vanishing beneath the surface again. The Turner boy screamed and Jack's hands shot out to latch onto his belt and pull him back into the little boat.

They fell onto their backs, the inexperienced seaman on top of the aged pirate captain. The shark burst from the water again, gnawing at the boat's stern. They turned to face it. Jack took in the details of the shark. A lot of its flesh had been torn away, revealing bones. The eyes were black and beady. This was no shark he'd ever seen. It fell away, back into the water again.

"...Shark." Jack forced out, admittedly terrified.

Both he and Henry got to their feet, the younger of the two naively grabbing an oar as a weapon. The pirate tried to balance his weight to keep the boat from capsizing- falling into the water was the last thing they needed.

Jack saw several shapes moving beneath the surface. He counted there to be three. He inwardly grimaced. One, a hammerhead, burst from the water and began eating away at the bow. The Turner boy whacked it with the oar, which got stuck in a revealed part of the animal's skull. He pushed on the oar, shoving the undead shark under the water unrelentlessly.

He pulled the wooden stick free, only too hard. The force of it knocked Henry backwards, over the edge of the boat and into the water with a scream. The oar went flying too.

These Turners, always drowning themselves…

The young man surfaced not far away, gasping.

"Henry!" Jack called out.

The coward, as Lieutenant Scarfield had called him, swam over to the side of the boat and latched on. The pirate leaned over and grabbed ahold of him. He pulled him aboard as fast as he could. They collapsed back to the floor of the boat.

An explosion of water came from where the young man had been moments before. A shark flew through the air, right over their heads, jaw snapping wildly. They got a good view of its teeth. It splashed back into the water.

Jack began scooping water from the boat and throwing it overboard, motioning for Henry to follow suit. Before long, the truth became obvious.

"It doesn't seem to be working!" Henry told him.

"No, we'll be fine." The pirate played it off. "We'll be fine."

"Vamos!" The voice of Salazar cried from back aboard his ship.

Jack noticed his companion staring at something behind him and turned to see what it was. Salazar and his men were running across the surface of the water, swords drawn murderously.

"How do they do that?" He asked in wonder, turning back to the Turner boy.

The younger man ignored him. "We have to swim for it. I'll distract them." He gathered Carina's dress from the bottom of the boat and threw it a couple yards out. The sharks, all three, went for the bait at once. "Now!"

And then Henry was gone, swimming in the direction of the shore.

These Turners never believe my plans will work.

Jack gave Salazar's men one last glance, then turned to follow the boy. He wouldn't let the son of his friends get himself killed without trying to save him. William and Elizabeth would never forgive him.

As he stepped up to the bow of the boat, ready to swim after Henry, his boot went through a weakened plank. The wiggled it around, trying to free himself, before realizing it was futile. He frowned, glancing back behind him. The undead men were closing in.

These Turners always leave me for dead. He remembered Will saving him from the gallows. Well, most of the time.

The pirate captain grabbed a boarding hook from the floor of the longboat, holding it up in self defense. How it was going to help him, he had yet to figure out. A shark leapt up, crunching into the boat's stern. He screamed in surprise, pulling back. He hit it with the hook.

"Oh, shoo!" He exclaimed childishly. It didn't look like it was going to let go any time soon. He launched the hook into its empty jaws. "Go away!"

The small boat lurched and the shark fell back into the water, the hook in its mouth. Salazar's men were a few meters away now. After a split second, he realized that the rope the boarding hook had been attached to was quickly unraveling in the direction of the shore. An idea came to him.

He quickly grabbed the rope, throwing it around the small bowsprit and pulling it tight. He heard a sword swish behind him and ducked, glimpsing the silver metal cut through the air over his head. Then the boat lurched forward.

"Henry!"

It was like riding an out of control horse. Jack had to fight the shark to keep the rope tied tightly around the bowsprit, all of his strength into leaning toward the back of the boat. He lashed the rope back and it almost sounded like someone whipping a horse. He laughed as he realized that he was gaining somewhat control over the shark.

Jack spotted Henry as he caught up and he gave a hard tug on the rope to pull the shark's jaws away from the younger man. He released the rope for a spilt second, leaning over the side to scoop up the Turner boy. He pulled him into the boat, grasping the rope back up.

These Turners always need me to rescue them.

The pirate groaned, his strength draining, as he fought for control over the boat. The shark veered to the right as they reached the shallower waters. The sharpness of the turn brought the boat flying up into the air, causing both men to scream as they were thrown at the sand.

Jack groaned from where he lay.

These Turners are gonna be the death of me.