A.N.

So here I return once more…after 50 excruciating minutes of useless S.O.S.E and one chapter that I am sorta pleased with but more frustrated with…just wouldn't write the way I thought it would…anyhoo thought I'd put it in anyway, hope you enjoy and remember – reviews fill an authors soul so do your bit and man the soup kitchens! (a.k.a I love reviews and they will make me write faster)

Story

I am always open to suggestions for plot, as I have nothing planned out and am writing whatever I am thinking…so yer…

Disclaimer

The thing between your ears and under your hair is known as a brain, if you are lucky and have been gifted with one of these things, use it; if I owned Pirates of the Caribbean, I wouldn't be writing this now, would I?

Beta

Thought I'd put out the call and see if anybody wanted to take on the intimidating job of my beta. I normally do okay (considering I haven't proof read any of these chapters) but hey, if someone wants to do it, I'm all ears!

From Bad to Worse

part 3 – A Common Form of Pirate's Torture

Red Rock

A slow, twisted smile appeared on Davy Jones' ugly face as he appraised Will's weak form. Moments before he had entered the room vigilantly due to the mumblings he could hear from around the corner but after entering the 'room' his fears were appeased when he saw nothing out of order. 'Must have been Turner mumbling in his sleep,' he had thought. His tentacles had tightened on the key that was hidden between them, 'better to be safe than sorry'. Now he stood, glaring through the iron bars and silently chuckling at the thought of what he was planning, today and for the next horrible days of Will's existence.

Bootstrap held his breath as Davy Jones walked in. When confronted with the endless list of places to hide, 'really' he thought 'on a ship crewed by the most evil man that ever sailed the oceans, you'd think that there would at least be a pile of junk when you need it,' he had dived behind a stacked pile of torn sails and nets, effectively hiding himself from whoever it was that would walk through that door. He knew that it was Jones the second he walked in. The sound of Jones' tentacles sliding past each other, the smell of death and the feel of evil were unable to be missed. He slunk further into the shadows and waited to see what would happen.

"You two," Jones shouted loudly to two men working outside on the deck, the noise contrasting the deathly silence of the spot, "get in here and drag the boy to his feet!"

The two things, more sea creatures than men, walked in and roughly dragged Will past the door to his cell and out onto the deck. Surprisingly, it was a warm sunny day. Birds were singing, clouds were dancing and every thing was happy. 'Yer, sure' thought Davy Jones, mocking the path his thoughts were taking, 'what stupid landlubber thought that one up? What I need is some torture, screams of agony, frightened eyes. That, is the way to make a happy day.' He glanced at Will, 'and just maybe today will be a very happy day.'

Bootstrap ambled back onto the deck, trying not to be noticed and not to seem out of place. He adjusted his pace so he didn't look like he was hurrying and wiped the emotions from his face. He had to find Will.

Will was dragged into the captain's quarters and sat roughly on a chair. "You," Davy Jones began, "will now swear an eternity of duty on my ship." His tone left no room for argument. So that is exactly what Will did. "You cannot force me into a life of service, and I am not swearing such a thing of my own free will." He said vehemently. "Looks like you just need a little persuading," Jones said, his hatred becoming apparent in his voice. "Turner," he spat.

Jones went to his table picked up a dagger. Its hilt was pure gold with iron inlay and two dragons wove their way around it, surrounded by intricate carvings in a language Will couldn't understand. Moving closer to Will he nodded to the two goons. They pulled Will back further on the chair, making his stomach and ribs more accessible. Slowly Jones positioned the knife in between Will's fourth and fifth ribs.

"This," he began to speak "is a very common form of torture. First the knife is slowly plunged between the ribs," with these words the blade pierced Will's skin and started to slowly disappear between layers of bone and blood.

"It is drawn deeper and deeper until it hits the small bone behind the ribs," the blade was in Will's stomach fully up to the hilt. He writhed in pain and tried to escape the two things holding him, but the goons held him tight.

"Then, the ribs are given a little bit of a touch with the blade." The knife wiggled in Will's stomach sending convulsions of pain throughout his body as he fought to maintain control of his breathing and voice.

"Before it is finally pulled out." As Jones' finally pulled the blade out a river of red started to wash over Will and he groaned in agony. The goons released their hold on him and he placed his hand on the cut to stop the bleeding.

"It is a very popular form of torture," Jones said as though exchanging pleasantries, "that is used very commonly by pirates because it is not fatal," he paused to stop cleaning the blade and smile at Will, "just very, very painful. So maybe you want to think about what I said…" He finished mockingly.

Will was half carried, half forced to walk back to his cell where he lay down and concentrated on keeping his breathing even and stopping the bleeding. 'God, that hurt.' He thought. 'But there is no way in hell that I am going to join this crew' he vowed in his mind 'no matter what they do to me.'

Back in his cabin Davy Jones' smiled. 'Yes,' he thought 'I know how to make a day happy and it has nothing to do with birds or sun rays'.

A.N.

End of third part. BTW, I know nothing about 'pirate torture' methods or the human body so sue me and welcome to my imagination! This was more of a filler…I don't really know where I am going with this, so any ideas would be welcome. I was a bit worried that the characters were OOC…anyway I'll leave that up to you. Now, you all know that you want to press the purple button and write me long detailed reviews…(pulls out hypnosis thingy)…yes you do…yes you do…yes you do…