Chapter Eleven: Deception
Something weird happened… instead of landing with my friends (and Sora and Riku), I landed on a ship somewhere adrift in the ocean. I could tell we were in the ocean because of the salty smell… the wind blowing through my hair. My hand was in a small puddle of water. Opening my eyes, I saw the ocean spraying against the ship in the dark of the night.
I stood up, hearing pirates around me shouting and running. Walking over to the starboard, I saw… Cap'n Jack. He was with Will Turner. I walked up to him, ignoring all the pirates. I brashly began a conversation.
"So, what's goin' down, Cap'n?" I asked him.
"Who the devil are you?" Jack asked me in his somewhat detached tone.
"Doesn't matter. What's goin' on?" I asked again.
"Well, lad, Will Turner here is about to set out for the Flying Dutchman," he told me. "Care to join him?"
"Why not?" I muttered, hopping into the boat as it was lowered. Jack didn't seem to like this too much… I heard him yelling from the deck.
"Who are you?" Will asked me moments after I had jumped into the boat.
"Well… call me Roy," I told him.
"Very well. Could you help me with the oars, Roy? We're going over to the Flying Dutchman," he told me, pointing to a barely visible, wrecked ship sitting a fair bit away from us.
I grabbed one of the oars, and Will grabbed the other. We began rowing toward the wreck, reaching it in a few minutes. Silently, stealthily, we went onto the wreck. After fending off a couple of pirates (they were nothing…), we went onto the deck of the ship.
"What the…" I muttered, feeling the ship under me suddenly shaking. I watched as a great ship rose out of the sea. Before I could react, several monstrous creatures knocked me out.
When I came to, I was back on the Black Pearl. I was bound and gagged, unfortunately. Barely conscious, I strained to see through the thick darkness that had enveloped me. It seemed Jack was talking to some sort of fish man… he had squid tentacles for a beard, and the back of his head was sort of puffy. And, worst of all, instead of a left arm, there was a massive crab claw…
"Nintey-nine souls," the creature told Jack.
"Well, what of this boy? He is a good, fine lad. S'ppose you could add him in your count?" Jack asked him.
"Very well. Nintey-eight souls," he replied. Then I was knocked out again.
"Augh…" I muttered as I finially came to. It seemed like I'd been out for days… and, as I had learned across my adventures, if it seemed that way, it probably was. I was in the ship's hold, and it was hard to see in the darkness… but it seemed all the crewmen were fast asleep. I was horrified at the sight of the creatures; all of them were some sort of monster, part human and part sea creature. Holding back my disgust, I treaded slowly, cautiously, across the deck, unhindered by my great amount of steel (as it had been taken from me…) and seeking the captain's cabin. I knew something important was there… maybe my swords.
Using my stealth skills (not hard, now that I was about 20 pounds lighter), I made it to the captain's cabin. There Will Turner stood, about to go into the cabin, when I grabbed him on the shoulder.
"What… it's you!" he whispered.
"Yeah. What'cha doin?" I asked him.
"Sneaking into Davy Jones' cabin to find a key. Will you keep watch for me?" Will asked back.
"Uh… no. But I'll go in too," I said. I really wanted to find my swords… I felt naked without them.
"Fine," he said, opening the cabin with utmost care. After sneaking inside, Will proceeded up to the monster I had encountered earlier (presumably, that was Davy Jones) while I looked around for my swords. I found all five of them neatly leaning against a wall. Unfortunately, at that exact moment, Will (who was combing through Jones' 'beard') dropped one of the tentacles on Jones' organ, making a loud note. I dropped the Buster Sword on the ground, but its noise was masked through the note.
After successfully retrieving Davy Jones' key (as well as my blades, which I quickly re-equipped), we set foot out on Jones' ship. One again treading stealthily through Jones' crewmen, Will and I found ourselves by a lifeboat. There a man with barnacles on his face was standing, apparently waiting for us.
"Will, get out of here. Take this boat. You too, stranger," he told us.
"Sure, fine by me," I said, hopping in the small dinghy. Will stayed behind a moment, though, but soon joined me. The boat was then lowered.
After staying adrift in the rough seas for some time (presumably about 6 hours), dawn broke. A ship was on the horizon! Doing our best to row toward it, we boarded said ship with little difficulty.
After boarding the boat, Will demanded to see the captain. Some of the soldiers took us in to see him (of course, it was a British ship), and we had only a brief talk with the captain.
"Who are you two?" he asked us, rather harshly.
"It doesn't matter! Davy Jones is on his way, and…" I started, but was interrupted by a massive CRACK! Rushing outside to the deck, we found it literally split in two with a giant tentacle, also being swarmed by Heartless.
"Dang it!" I shouted, rushing toward the Heartless. I quickly used a batto-jutsu with my Masamune, while Will struggled against them using a cutlass. Even with out strength, the ship was already split in two, and began sinking moments after our initial strikes. As the ship sank into the depths, I stylishly sheathed my Masamune, then used my True Form briefly to jump, landing on a piece of wreckage.
After drifting for a few minutes, I came across Davy Jones' cursed ship, the Flying Dutchman, again. I stowed away in the mouth motif, hiding along with Will. We spoke little, like before, but came across a sandy atoll soon after stowing away. There was also a jungle there.