No...
And the rope slips from his hands.
It is, despite everything -- the mutiny, the cannon, the Dutchman -- the worst, most terrifying thing Bill Turner has ever seen.
His son. His son, William, aboard the Flying Dutchman. Press-ganged into Davy Jones's crew.
His boy, a pirate, just as Jack had said.
And everything he had ever hoped for, everything he had ever wanted for his son, disappeared before his very eyes.
And he takes the whip from Jones's hand, knowing that William will hate him, will not forgive him, will most likely not understand. He takes the whip, feeling the tears, the useless rage.
I'm sorry, William. Even though you won't forgive me.
One thing Bill Turner has not known -- his son's capacity for forgiveness. In the end, that is his salvation.