As Natalie was in sad slumber, the night howled with the wind from the sea. The Dutchman's sails rattled in the wind and its wood creaked a strange sound. Night watch men had fallen asleep due to heavy drinking. For the ship, this was a usual night aboard the vessel, except for one thing.
Never once in the locker had the moon shone so brightly. In fact the moon was never out; only one man seemed to take notice of this. His name was Will Turner.
The captain sat alone in his cabin staring of into space. His cabin was neat with books that Will had picked up from souls who seemed to have held them at the time of their death. There was a small table which seemed to be made out of wood from the ship. In addition to the make shift furniture there was a large organ which seemed to be misplaced. It was old and its keys seemed to be rotting away to nothing.
Will sat of in a small corner just sadly staring at the wall. There had not been one night of sleep since the news of his wife's death. Since he was not alive he could not shed a tear or feel sudden sadness. He had just remained silent and kept his problems to himself.
He pulled of a locket that was small and ornate. It was a very interesting piece of jewelry and there were only two in the world. He moved his thumb over it and sighed.
Will's point of view
I can hear her voice; I can feel her breath against me. Yet, she is not here. It was only yesterday when I looked up to her beautiful eyes for the first time. I remember the horrible day I heard of her passing.
A young sailor by the name of Sam Waverly was excepted to the Dutchman. He was incredibly talkative and seemed to be going on about his adventures. I passed him once or twice looking him up and down. He did not look like a sailor in fact he did not seem to look like a see farer at all.
"I was on one o' me ships when I see a very strange man approach me. He 'eld up a sword to me neck and pined me down to the ground!" he was performing his story in front of the amused crew.
"He tell me, you sailor I have an important grave message to send to a certain Captain friend o' mine. Well, I said bravely, I will deliver this' message …what is it?" he paused for dramatic effect I suppose. I waited to find out what this cocky thing had to say.
"He told me that this Captain's lady lass was shot while 'er child was taken away by an unknown stranger." He said with a mysterious expression in his eyes. The crew sat back with a sigh. His story did not seem to be amusing them anymore.
One of the men shot up from his seat. "So who be this lass?" He asked.
Sam looked up at the man who was much larger than he. However size was no intimidation for the cocky lad. He walked over to him and sounded the name. it made my blood freeze cold when I heard it.
"Elizabeth Turner." He said.
The crew looked to me in shock. I did not seem to notice; I could not breathe. She was gone; she was taken from me. I sat for weeks on end just in absolute sadness. Not able to burst out in tears or become angry with rage. My feelings were taken from me. I have thought time and time again about the chest's where bouts. After all it was in her possession.
I never really thought about what else Sam Waverly said except for…the child. My child, my blood kidnapped. Why would some one take as innocent being? I will never know what became of my own son or daughter.
End of Will's point of view
There was a sudden rush of cold air that swept through the ship. The sails on deck started to flap against the mast. Barrels started to roll around. Hammocks started to sway violently. In the midst of all this Will shed a small tear.
He brushed it of with his finger and looked at it in awe. This could only mean one thing; the chest was close. Will felt a slow heartbeat inside of him; but it was barely anything to keep him alive.
Will shot up and ran across the deck and down into the corridor to find his father sleeping with an empty keg of rum beside him.
"Father, Wake up!" Will whispered shoving him to awake him. Bootstrap stirred in sleep.
"I hear you!" the old man said. He seamed quite angry but sat up none the less.
"What is the trouble?" Bootstrap asked seeing the excitement on Will's face.
Will looked around to see if anyone could hear.
"The chest is on the ship! I can feel my heart pumping inside me. I started to shed tears and feel pain." Will said.
Bootstrap looked completely solemn he had no idea what to say. He thought about this for awhile.
"Who might have it?" he asked.
Will sat back and slumped against the wall.
"I really don't know." He whispered.
"One of the people we picked up on the ship the other day might have it!" Bootstrap exclaimed.
Will thought this over. Each one of the sailor had a large parcel of some kind.
"We will search the ship before dawn and make sure no one finds it! After all it is mine!" Will replied. He was incredibly nervous. If someone found it they could easily kill of the Captain Heart and soul.
The two said goodnight and walked away into their beds. A faint shadow appeared out of the darkness. He smiled an evil smile before walking of into the shadows once more. Little did anyone know that this man knew where the chest was, who had it, and what he was going to do once he had it.