"What's this now here then?" Jack muttered, having fallen against a poster that was mounted on the wall of the bar; half illegible now thanks to rum that had been splashed against it. He was still partially drunk and thus his sight and speech weren't at their sharpest, but Will was at least there to read it aloud anyways.

"It's about that Admiral's wife that went missing apparently…" Will said, though he was surprised that a notice like that would appear in such a seedy place like Tortuga. They had been forced to stop there after they had departed from Tia Dalma's jungle home since the Black Pearl had been taking on too much water for comfort. It seemed that when it had been beached on the island of the Pintacost, a large gash had formed on its side and needed to be repaired. Luckily, on Tortuga there were plenty of places they could get it fixed without the wary eye of anyone from England catching a glimpse of the infamous ship.

Jack blinked and nonchalantly ripped the poster off the wall and took a good look at it. "Says the Admiral's wife and son disappeared during an afternoon rowboat trip along the coast…" Will said, looking at it as well.

"You know, while it's a common fact that most pirates cannot read, I can…" Jack said with a small, drunken smirk before he hiccupped slightly and looked back at the poster. "Says they vanished without a trace too, which gives me the feeling that only one being could be responsible for this…"

"Sharks maybe?" Will offered, but Jack paused and looked at him as though he'd just said something completely implausible.

"And they that I'm ignorant…" Jack said, sauntering back towards the bar and avoiding the miscellaneous fistfights that were going on around the bar. It seemed no one could ever hold their liquor or temperament when they were in Tortuga; of course, there was no one there that would tell them what to do anyways. "No no…to vanish without a trace…that would be the work of Davy Jones…"

Will looked a little shocked as Jack said this with some seriousness in his voice. "But why would he bother to take the wife and child of an Admiral…I mean, I doubt the Navy is any ally of his, but still…"

Jack shrugged and snatched up another half-filled bottle of dank rum as a dagger flew dangerously close over his head. He took little notice of it and smirked faintly. "I dunno, maybe he's looking to finally settle down…?"

Will rolled his eyes slightly and looked around at smoke-filled bar around them. As he did this Jack folded up the poster and tucked it into his back pocket with a last glimpse at the portrait of the family that had been broken apart.

On the one hand, it filled him with a very hidden sense of dread; if Davy Jones were willing to do something horrific to a mother and child, his own fate would probably be a hundred times worse. But on the other hand, this gave him more of a chance of convincing Will to help him find the key to the Dead Man's chest. He knew Will had a soft heart, especially when it came to justice and loss and all that…if Davy Jones still had the woman and child on board his ship, then Will would more than likely volunteer to help them. The whole suggestion of having Will help settle his debt to Captain Jones hadn't seemed to won him over earlier; perhaps this would end up being to his benefit more than he would have assumed at first. Jack didn't intend for his companion nor for anyone else involved in this to end up in the undead Captain's debt forever, but his plan needed to go into action first before he could be assured everything would work out without anyone getting hurt, and without losing the Black Pearl once again.

"It's really too bad, isn't it? About the Admiral's wife and child and all…" Jack followed after his companion as Will went to check on the repairs of the Black Pearl. "Can you imagine the horrors they must be witnessing on board that ship as we speak?"

Will paused and turned to look at him. "I don't intend to leave them on board the Flying Dutchman when we leave to find Davy Jones…" he said with a determined tone. "If Davy Jones's is as dangerous as Tia Dalma made him sound, then it's essential we get there as soon as we can…"

Jack grinned as Will turned and inspected the progress so far on the Black Pearl's repairs, looking up towards the sky and put his hands together as though he were praying. "Thanks be to the Jennings family…"

As the Flying Dutchman finally reached the quiet waters, Treva turned in wonder and looked at the now raging storm behind them. The rest of the sky around them was light and welcoming, but the storm they had avoided looked like an awful, sickly spot amongst the beautiful sea and sky around them. The air was crisp with the smell of salt and the overturned sea bottom from the storm as she used a dulled knife to scrap away at the mussels that were embedded into the railing around the ship. A few raindrops pattered onto her as she listened to the distant thunder rumble; it sounded much like the hungered roar of the Kraken, which was lurking beneath the ship at the moment. The Flying Dutchman rocked slightly as the monstrous creature bumped against the bottom of it, impatiently awaiting a ship for it to seize.

It didn't take long for such a cry to ring out. Treva was startled as the foreboding bell began to ring overhead that a ship had been spotted, and she looked up to see it herself. It was still very faint, approaching them from the distance and hidden partially in the mist being generated just outside the storm. Davy Jones immediately turned his gaze to it as the crewmembers gathered to the sides of the ship, looking ready to see some blood spilt. It sickened Treva to see just how demonic they had become at times.

Davy Jones turned and held up his spyglass to get a better look at their new target; he growled slightly as he made out the faint insignia on it. "Navy…" he snarled, then looking down to his ravenous crew. They appeared ready to jump overboard and swim to see some bloodshed.

Treva continued watching as the ship neared until she realized what ship it was and seemed rooted where she stood. She suddenly felt sick to her stomach and her scaly skin paled severely as she realized she knew the ship that was approaching them. Davy Jones noted her suddenly shock and smirked down towards her.

"What be that ship out there…? Perhaps a comrade of your husband's…?" he sneered, attempting to mock her, but she just took in a shaky breath and rested her hand over the gaping wound where her heart had been.

"No…it's…my husband's ship…the Ancient Mariner…"