Chapter Five

Can't or Won't

"Peter! Peter! Peter help!" I cried being dragged away alongside my friends. We were being taken away to Davy Jones ship, the Flying Dutchman.

Peter quickly ran out of his room and saw us boarding the other ship. The members of the crew grabbed Peter and brought him along too. Earlier Jack was seen on the deck talking to Jones himself, Anna Ruth was spying on them. But she didn't tell anybody what they were talking about.

They locked us in the brig together. "What's happening?" Peter asked as I scooted over and hung onto him.

"Good or bad news first?" Anna Ruth asked as she moved into the corner.

"Uhmmm…bad." He replied.

"Ok. Jack made another deal with Jones and we are his payment," she said.

"The good?"

"There isn't any."

A crewman came down to us. "You!" he said pointing to me. "Come!"

"No! Take me instead," Peter said standing up and walking forward.

"Peter, no. You don't want them to take both of us do you?" I said standing up and pushing him back.

"Follow!" The crewman said. I obediently followed. He was a tall man (if you would call him a man). He had a shell for a head.

"Where are we going?" I asked once we were on the deck.

"You are the weakling. We want to know how strong you are." He said giving me a sword. I regrettably took it. They brought up a middle-aged man. "Kill him."

I stepped back. "I…I can't."

He picked me up by the arm and brought me to eye level. "Can't or won't?" He took the sword and stabbed the man. The sight of blood made me faint. He picked me up and threw me over his shoulder and started walking. "Weakling." He said under his breath.

We were halfway back, we saw Jones himself. "No, no, no! Ye does not carry a lady this way!" He took me off his shoulder and put me in his arms like a little baby. I have no clue why he was being so nice to me. We arrived at the cell and he opened the door. "Does she belong to you?" he asked Peter.

"Uhmmm…yes sir," he said confused. He didn't know why he was being nice either.

Davy Jones set me down in his lap and left but before he left, Taylor jumped up. "Wait! Can I have your autograph?!?"

"Just leave Squidward alone." Anna Ruth said annoyed. Jones looked at me again. Peter was stroking my hair. He looked sad.