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Chapter Two- The Flying Dutchman
Elizabeth watched as the ship came closer to them, eventually pulling up next to them. She scanned the deck, looking for any sign of Jack, actually looking for any sign of anyone. There didn't seem to be anybody even on board. It was abandoned. There was a fog rolling over the deck and the sails were at full mast, but no one was steering or commanding anything.
She heard a grunt behind her and felt a hand come around to her throat. Someone put a hand over her mouth, and began to pull her. Something came over her eyes, a cloth, blinding her vision. As much as she tried to scream, the hand muffled the sound. She felt herself being dragged, so she kicked and thrashed her head around, but another set of hands grabbed her ankles, holding her still, and they continued to carry her. She was shoved against a pole of what felt like wood, and felt ropes being pulled around her, keeping her from escaping. She also felt other people that she felt struggling next to her.
The blind fold came off and she squinted, adjusting to the light. Barbossa, Will, and Gibbs strapped nest to her, on the mast of the Flying Dutchman.
"Jones," Barbossa said, sarcastically. "Dear old friend. How have you been all these years?"
"Barbossa," Jones inspected the captain. "You have sailed my seas for… years. You disappeared for a while. I thought you had died. Tell me, why are you back?"
"It's not as hard as is seems to cheat death," Barbossa scowled. "I even believe that you yourself have cheated death. You'll know all about it then. There are other ways to get out of things. Remember that I am a pirate, and like you, I have my own secrets."
Jones turned to Elizabeth. "Jack," he whispered in her ear. She shivered. "You came to get Jack." Elizabeth nodded. He took a few paces backwards and addressed all four of them. "You're too late. He's already dead." He came back to Elizabeth. "You'll never see him again." She shook uncontrollably.
"Leave her alone." Will shouted.
Davy Jones walked over to him. "Oh yes, you." Will kept his composure, as Jones stared him in the face, breathing his horrid breath on him. "Nobody gets away from Davy Jones. Now I've caught you again, and you are again my prisoner."
With a flick of his hand, the crew swarmed them. They untid them and took them below deck. They locked them behind slimy, cold bars. Elizabeth noticed it immediately. A rum bottle, empty, of course, in the corner of the cell.
"Jack," She said, picking it up. "He's been here."
"Aye," Gibb inspected the bottle. "That's a sign of Jack alright. Just like him to drink his problems away. Always keeps an extra bottle of that drink with him, Jack does."
Elizabeth looked around at the other three of them. They had already sat down, giving up. "Come on; are we just going to sit here? Jack needs our help. We need to go save him."
"It's useless." Gibbs told her. "He's gone."
"No he's not," Elizabeth breathed, not believing a word of what Jones had told them. "He's alive I know he is."
Barbossa stood up and walked towards her. He grabbed her, shaking her. "What do you expect we do, missy?" He scowled. "There's nothing we do to help him now. He's dead. We have a wasted a trip out here, and gotten ourselves in the face of danger for Jack. Jack would never do anything like that for any of us."
He let go of her, slumping back down in the corner. "Jack would risk himself to save us." She looked at Will, who wouldn't make eye contact with her. "He already has." She put a hand on his arm. "He saved us… he saved me."
Will turned and looked her in the face, fury in his eyes. "HE"S DEAD, ELIZABETH. Give up on him."
"Tia Delma wouldn't have sent us on this journey, if it was going to be useless. There's still a chance to save him. You can't honestly believe that he's dead. We have to help him. I'm going whether of not any of you come with. Who's with me?"
"Aye." Gibbs said standing up. "I'll go with ye, Miss Elizabeth."
"I'm not letting you go." Will said. "I don't want to risk you getting hurt."
"I'm going with or without you, Will."
"Then I must follow." Will said. "I'm coming."
"As am I," Barbossa said from his corner. "There's no use leaving me here."
Back on deck, Bootstrap Bill walked up to Davy Jones. "Captain," he addressed him. Jones turned to face him, having his whole attention. "Let me watch the prisoners tonight. Let me show how faithful I can be to you. I'm going to be staying on the ship anyway. I don't want to watch what you are going to do to Jack."
"One of the prisoners is your son," Jones said. "How do I know that you won't try to help him like you did before?"
"You can trust me, Captain." Bill said.
"Very well, here are the keys. Prepare the prisoners for descent." He hobbled away from Bootstrap Bill.
"How do you suggest we get out of here?" Barbossa asked Elizabeth. "It's not exactly like someone is just going to waltz in here with the keys and spring us from this cell."
Just then, they heard footsteps down the stairs. "Father," Will said.
"William," Bill said. "We have to hurry if you are going to save Jack." He flashed them the keys. "I can't let you out just yet."
"Where is Jack?" Elizabeth asked. "Is he alright?"
"There are keeping him in an underground prison." Bill explained. "Tonight they are going to kill him. They are sentencing him to the worst possible death you could ever ask for."
"What do you mean?" Elizabeth asked. "What are they going to do to him?"
"They are going to tie him to the bottom of the sea, then summon the carnivore creatures of the deep sea to tear him limb from limb. The crew crowds around to watch. It's Davy Jones' favorite thing to watch. He only does it to the worst betraying pirates in the sea."
The ship lurched. Elizabeth felt water fill in at her feet. The ship was filling up with water. "They can't surely take us under water. We'll drown."
"You won't drown. Not all the cabin becomes filled with water. Even if you did drown, I don't think Jones would care much." Bill explained.
The cell slowly filled with water, going to Elizabeth's knees. Footsteps could be heard on the stairs again, as Jones came down, stopping halfway down to say, "Keep a close eye on the prisoners." He ascended the stairs again.
When Bill was sure he was gone, turned his attention back to the four of them. "Who's going?"
"All four of us." Gibbs said.
"No, not all of you. One or two maybe." Bill said.
"I will go," Elizabeth said. "I have to go."
"If she goes, I go," Will said, stepping forward bravely.
Bill looked at his son, pleading him to change his mind, but sighed. "Very well." He pulled out the keys and inserted them into the keyhole. They heard the click and the door slid open. "Go, hurry."
Elizabeth and Will ascended the stairs and saw a door in the side of the ship that was keeping the water out of the cabin. They both took a rather large breath and opened the door, swimming out into the open sea. Will quickly closed the door so not all the water filled the cabin and kill the other two. They swam across the deck, noting that there was no crew here. Will grabbed Elizabeth's hand and pulled her down the gangplank. They went through a tunnel at the end of the gangplank, as their lungs threatened to burst. Will tugged Elizabeth's shirt and pointed upwards. She nodded and swam up as fast as she could. When she broke the surface, she gasped in air. Will came up a few moments late.
"Where are we?" She asked him.
"I think this is an air bubble on the sea floor." Will told her, taking her wrist and pulling her out of the water. He motioned for her to remain silent as he heard the babble of the crew nearby. Will turned away from the sound and went down a narrow, dark, wet corridor. Elizabeth held on to Will's hand tighter, not wanting to be left alone down here. They turned a corner and another corner. Will tightened his grip on her hand as he saw a crew member before him, sleeping. The creature was guarding something… a prisoner.
She sighed in relief. There behind bars in front of her was, "Jack." She let go of Will's hand, fell to her knees, and reached through the bars to him.