Disclaimer: I don't own POTC.

Someone's going to get shot today! Sorry it took so long. ; ) And the death might not be until the next chapter.

"Today is a great victory for us!" Barbossa called out. "We shall kill Jack Sparrow and will Turner!" The men cheered. "We shall end the curses upon us!" More applause. "And we shall gain the favor of Davy Jones himself!" Everyone cheered, although it was more from fear than happiness. The specter of the man was slowing taking shape, menacing over the captain that would decide their own fate.

Will and Jack stood on a mound of treasure in the near center of the cavern. They were outnumbered, twenty to one. Tempting them a few yards away was the chest of Cortez's Aztec gold. It called to them, begging them to take it and the immortal damnation that it included. It would make their chance of surviving much greater, and they would have some leverage.

"Welcome back Jack," a voice said. The cavern fell silent. Davy Jones was speaking. "How have you been since my defeat? Living in the lap of luxury?"

"Well, I'm usually kicked out of any lap I'm interested in," Jack said, sounding quite honest. "But I thought the terms were all met."

"You broke the deal. You owe me your soul. But you interfered with my plan," he continued, addressing Will. "I've been waiting for my payment."

"I'm rather happy living, thanks. Not ready to see your locker, although I'm sure it must be lovely. How is your crew?" Jack smiled, but it faltered under the intense, damned stare of Davy Jones.

"Hurry it up, my strength is still weak," the spirit muttered to Barbossa. The young man nodded.

"I will hold my bargain."

"Barbossa, why are you doing this? What could that evil have offered you to cause you to kill so many innocent people?" Will called. He was buying time, but it would be worth it. His bonds were almost cut. The pirates had only taken his sword. There were a few picks and other small blacksmith tools on his person. He'd managed to give one to Jack as well, so he could only hope that the pirate captain was making progress.

"In exchange for my taking revenge, Davy will restore my father. Your two souls go to the depths, and my father will return."

"If you bring him back you will bring a murderer," Jack said quietly, so his voice was only heard by Will, Davy, and Barbossa.

"You are the killer! My father was a good man!" The man was in a rage now. "All he wanted was to help our family. Did you know that he had three children when you shot him? Did you?"

Jack was silent, allowing the captain to rant on. "My older brother was killed by the crew of the Black Pearl years ago. You have taken much of my family from me."

"I have only been behind the helm of the Pearl for two years now. Before me your father was captain."

"He would not have killed his own son ," Barbossa said in a deadly whisper, betraying the true anger he felt. Jack pressed on.

"Twelve years ago, I was captain. Your father was my first mate. I had found a way here, to the Isla de Muerta. Your father believed everything should be split between us. I told him the location of the treasure. Then he betrayed me, and left me to die on a spit of land in the middle of the Big Blue to die. I never saw him or my ship again for ten years. During that time, your dear ol' dad attacked countless ships and harbors. Then we met two years ago. And I took back what was mine."

The young Barbossa was silent, doubt in his eyes. Davy sensed it.

"He is trying to trick you! Don't listen to him! Would you believe a murdering drunk?"

"This from the embodiment of evil," Jack muttered to Will.

"Silence!" Davy's spirit flew out towards Jack, with the intention to strike him down. Jack snapped the ropes from his wrist and dodged the specter. But he was grabbed immediately by a gang of pirates. Will also tumbled out of the, his arms free. He grabbed a sword hilt and had raised it when there was a thundering boom echoing through the cave.

"WILL!"

Before her husband had hit the ground, Elizabeth was at his side, examining the wound. The shot had hit him in the stomach. She ripped some clothe from his sleeve, pressing he wound to stem the bleeding.

"Will…" she whispered, tears in her eyes.

"She is the one!" Davy boomed, returning to his post by Barbossa. "It is perfect."

"Indeed it is." Barbossa began to walk down the pile of golden trinkets, heading towards the Turner couple. In his hand was the still smoking pistol he had used on will. He stopped a few feet away, examining the weapon.

"I have a gift, to see the blood of Turner and Sparrow. That was how I could seek out your family and destroy them. Each kill was sweet, for I knew that I was getting closer and closer to you and Jack. You took my family, I take yours. Even my sister is probably dead, and I wouldn't doubt that you were related to that as well. But neither of you have that big of a family anyway. The only relative left for you, would have been your father, who is also of interest to Jones. But this new development is much better."

In a casual manner, like a man with all the time in the world, he began to reload his pistol. "Usually, I leave the spouses alive. They aren't of your blood, so I had no reason to take them. I would do that today as well. But she needs to die." He rotated the chamber. "Do you know why?" Barbossa smiled. "She is carrying what would be your first child. I'm going to kill it, and I believe she will die as well when I do so." He cocked the weapon and took aim.

"Henry, no!"

I'm going to make you wait for the rest!