Will pulled himself aboard the Flying Dutchman, most of the crewmembers were asleep, either asleep or falling asleep. Shaking the water from his drenched clothing he could just imagine what Elizabeth would've been saying if she could see him:

"What're you doing?! You're going to catch pneumonia you know. Why didn't you just row the boat up to the ship instead of swimming? You're going to kill yourself one of these days, William Turner." He pictured the sternness in her voice and the anger in her eyes.

Will shook his head and looked around for the brig…where would Davy Jones hide his prisoners? Where would the man of the sea hide people he most likely wanted dead?

He walked stead fast to the first door he could find, walking as quietly and quickly as possible so as not to disturb the cursed crew. Reaching for the handle, he heard voices. Leaning in closer he put his ear up to the door. The cool door made him shiver and as he gritted his teeth against the wind he realized it was Barbossa talking.

"Adeline Mitchell, or as you called her Addy, broke your heart into pieces beyond repair some years ago. To run off into the setting sun with a man who would later have some influence on Port Royal. But did you know…she had a daughter?"

Curiosity overrode him and he leaned it a bit further.

"I did know she had a daughter…but the daughter was taken away from her by Weatherby?"

'Jones?' He thought 'Why was Jones talking to Barbossa about Jones' long lost love? Shouldn't they be talking about something more along the lines of saving Jack Sparrow?' Then it hit him. 'Weatherby? Weatherby is Elizabeth's father's name.'

"Ay, although, I'm sure you didn't know…that young daughter is standing…right outside this ship in the cabin of Tia Dalma…yes, she's engaged to that young William Turner, perhaps you remember him?"

Will held his breath….they were talking about Elizabeth…

"The boy you held to settle Jack Sparrow's death? The son of Bootstrap Bill Turner? Well the young woman he fell in love with just happens to be the daughter of your long lost love."

Will stood listening to the entire conversation…horrified at the 'fair trade' Barbossa was supposed to set. When Jones brought out the rum, Will ran back down the ship deck to jump back in the water and swim back to Tia Dalma's cabin.

"Bloody pirates," He muttered angrily.

Right as he was about to dive, he realized his purpose for coming aboard the ship…his father.

He stared at the cabin under a quarter of a mile away from him where Elizabeth stood, probably worrying sick about him. He looked back at Davy Jones' crew, all asleep now. He looked down at the water just below his feet. Biting his lip he turned back towards the deck and ran towards the other end of the ship where he hoped Davy Jones kept the prisoners. He had to find his father…but where in the world would he be?

"Why in the world does everything have to be so bloody complicated?" He spoke aloud to himself angrily kicking aside a seaweed covered rope. He continued walking a cursed himself for questioning it.

"God be with us," He prayed quietly. "Because we need all the help we can get."

He ran to the other end, the cursed crew trembled in the cold and cursed Davy Jones in their sleep. Will chuckled to himself. "If only he could hear what they're saying." He said aloud to himself. "Maybe then he could get some handle on how he's been treating his crew."

They lay on the ground; all of them huddled alone with coral growing out of their faces and odd sea things attached to their backs. How could they live like this? Didn't they know they were living a fate worse then death?

"But then again," He said, "Most of the time Davy Jones is on deck while they're asleep." Will mumbled carefully stepping over a crewman. "So he must know how his crew thinks of him."

He finally reached another door, there seemed to be so few of the aboard the Flying Dutchman. The door was cold and gray…moss covered and hideous. The door to Davy Jones' chambers looked a lot better taken care of; this one just looked like it'd been ignored for a couple decades.

Biting his lip he turned the handle. Before he knew what had happened a hand had clasped over his mouth and a blindfold was put around his eyes and he was pushed to a sitting position on the ground. Firm hands held him down to the ground, but he felt for his sword and drew it the person's neck. He couldn't exactly see where his sword was going and he felt it pulled from his grasp before he could set the first swing. He cursed and tried to draw his knife, and he easily lifted the person's hands from his shoulders to draw his knife but another pair bore down on his shoulders yet again and he felt the pair of hands he'd just lifted off pin his legs to the deck, a pair of feet clamped down over his hands fastening them to the ground.

"AH!" He bit his lip, the force of the pirate boots pinning his hands to the deck was a bit painful.

"What're you doing aboard the ship of Davy Jones?" A voice he had never heard before asked him this, an older female voice. He could just hear more then one person breathing, there had to be two of them.

"Are you going to try and kill me?" He asked almost jokingly. "That would be kind of foolish wouldn't it?" How could he have been so stupid? Not thinking there would be someone to discover he was on the ship? But…all the crewmen were asleep…and there weren't any women on board that he knew of.

"No," the voice replied again. Curiosity was imprinted in her voice.

"Then, is there really any need for a blindfold?" He heard the voice chuckle. "I'm being serious!" Will spoke again.

"Just a precaution, why are you here?"

Will thought fast, there'd be a way out of this…then he realized that...well…maybe? Didn't he hear Davy Jones mention something about Adeline Mitchell coming aboard the Dutchman soon? But who was the other person? Where had Adeline been when Davy Jones had told her to come on the ship? Could she have made the trip in a couple days time?

"If you'll unbind me, I'll tell you." He heard the voice laugh, not a cruel pirate life like he was used to, but a warm laugh that seemed almost happy.

"Why would I let you go when I could just force the answer out of you with your own sword?" She asked him.

"I don't fear you," The voice remained quiet, thinking back to some odd years ago when she herself had spoken those words.

"Really?" She asked quietly.

"No, I do fear what will happen to my future bride though if you don't untie me!"

At those words, he felt the hands let go of his shoulders and legs, the feet were lifted from his hands and they throbbed with pain. He automatically reached up to take off the blind fold. Unraveling it from his eyes, he saw a woman and teen boy there in front of him. The woman looked curiously at him. She had Elizabeth's eyes and hair. But that was all…the rest of the features Elizabeth must have acquired from a younger Weatherby Swann.

"You're Bootstraps' boy?" she asked softly.

"Yes…are you Adeline Mitchell?" She seemed stunned at first that he knew her name, she watched him carefully wondering how she knew him.

"That's my business who I am isn't it?"

"You guess who I was, why don't I have permission to guess who you are?"

"Stop being smart and tell me about this future bride you have, what's her name?" She asked curiously.

"You're Elizabeth's moth-"

"NO!" She yelled in a whisper. Looking around to see if she disturbed any of the sleeping pirates she watched the teenage boy out of the corner of her eyes watching his reaction. None of the pirates has stirred. "No…" Adeline watched Will closely and then motioned to the boy. "Charley, go find Jones for me." The boy nodded and stood upright, carefully stepping over sleeping pirates and towards the other end of the ship, still lugging Will's sword behind him. His boots lightly clanking along the wooden deck. He had reddish blonde hair that was pulled back away from his face, he couldn't have been much younger then Will. Adeline was still watching him closely.

"Don't ever mention Elizabeth in front of him, he doesn't know about her…"

"Shouldn't a brother know about his own sister?" Will asked calmly, he had finally figured out that the boy and Elizabeth had the same eyes and nose. "None of my children do." She frowned staring off after her son for a moment. "And I'd hope you won't be the one to break it off to them."

Blinking hard she turned back to Will suddenly. "How do you know about Elizabeth?" She asked. "Is she hurt? Is she alright? Do you know her?" Will smiled.

"That wasn't part of the deal was it? That's my own business who I'm with now isn't it?" She chuckled at him using her words in an overly sarcastic voice; it was the first true laugh she'd used. "I'm here to free my father, now if you'll excuse me, I've got to go down in the dungeon and then go save my future bride." He stood but Adeline blocked his path. Fear was etched in her eyes.

"Where is she William? Is she safe?"

Will sighed and realized if he wanted to save his father and Elizabeth, he'd have to tell her something. "If I don't get going she won't be, excuse me."

He quickly stepped around Adeline and opened the door leading hopefully toward his father.

"That's not the dungeon William." She said quietly. Will stood staring at her. This woman was unbelievable.

"Then, could you tell me where it is?" He asked her, sarcasm yet again trailing off his voice along with impatience.

Adeline considered him for a moment before replying.

"The dungeon is past Jones' chambers, you have to go past him to get there." Will was just about to reply when Jones appeared with Barbossa. The pair watched him and Charley soon appeared at his mother's side.

"So…we have a stow-away now do we?" Jones asked bitterly.

To Be Continued…