"Bring me the girl!" Barbossa commanded and the trapdoor was suddenly opened. Light flood the stairway and for the first time Will noticed a young girl, probably nine or ten years old, shared the stairway with him. She was pulled out of the narrow passage by two of Barbossa's men. No one took notice of Will.
The girl was dressed in an old shirt and a once black, now grey shirt. Her dark brown hair was braided down her back, and her blue eyes locked on Barbossa with a fury inside them Will felt himself. Around her neck a blue cloak was tied, and surprisingly, a small sword hung from her belt. To anyone who didn't know pirates, one would say she was a pirate, a child pirate.
The sword was ripped away from her, and she made no attempt at retrieving it.
"'Ello, Madisyn. Remember ol' uncle Barbossa?"
"Coward." She replied.
"Now that be no way of talkin' to a friend. Remember when you used to come aboard me ship, the Black Pearl? Remember the fun we had?"
"The Pearl isn't yours, Barbossa. It's Jack's."
"Dead men can't sail ships, Madisyn."
"You do." She replied coldly. The memory of the curse placed on Barbossa's men made Will smile. The walking dead, they had been, but not really dead. Madisyn's response seemed to anger Barbossa at first, but then, very unexpectedly, he laughed.
"Too true, young Madisyn. Too true. You're an awfully clever girl, Madisyn. Tell me, do ye think you could sail a ship dead?" Barbossa asked. Will watched as Barbossa pulled her toward the edge of the ship and leaned her over.
Madisyn screamed and tried to force herself back. Soon Barbossa let her go and she stubbled backwards.
Madisyn stood back, regaining her composure. "I'm not up to killing young girls, even cursed, big mouthed girl's like yerself, but if the need does arise, it will be done, savvy."
Madisyn stood rigid. Will knew the last word reminded her of Jack Sparrow. He knew because it had reminded him of Jack as well.
"Alright, Madi, you're going to answer me questions." Barbossa said.
"Yes." Madisyn replied.
"First off, where did Bootstrap send me medallion?"
"England." Will was surprised at her sudden compliance.
"To who!" Barbossa shouted.
"I don't know!"
"Yes, ya do!"
"You know I don't. Bootstrap had a son in England, it was probably to him."
Barbossa growled. "Alright, where be Bootstraps map?"
"I can't say."
"Yes ye can, ye have to."
"I've been told already, not to tell anyone."
"Tell me!"
"I CAN'T!" Barbossa growled again. Will stood, confused about why she so willing gave the information pertaining to the medallion, but protected this map so.
"I'll be throwin' ya overboard then." Barbossa signaled to one of his men who picked up Madisyn and carried her over to the rail. He held her above his head and she screamed. Will was filled with panic and, although he knew this to be only a dream, tried to stop it by running straight at the man who held the girl. He curled his fist and took one good swing at the man.
Will woke up. He still felt a tinge of panic and anger inside him.