A/N: Well, I've kept pretty quiet, but I just realized I put no disclaimer! Anyway, Don't own a tad bit of PotC--Only Antina, Zelda, Kit, Fuego, and the plot. Enjoy!
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Kit is the last of the four to clamber over the side of the ship, where the crew, their captain up front, stand to greet them. Though they are less-visually foreboding than the past ones were, they are still intimidating, as the disappearing sun leaves them in a sinister shadow.
WILL
(to Jack)
Aren't you going to introduce us?
JACK
Ah. This here is Antina-
Antina extends her hand to shake.
ANTINA
(interrupting)
Connoisseur of men and all things monetary.
Will, instead of shaking her hand, nods, and gestures to his throat.
WILL
You er, still have…
ANTINA
Oh.
She grabs the handle of the knife and wrenches it sharply out of her skin. She hands it to Kit, who takes it gingerly.
ANTINA
That's what you get.
Kit, disgusted, tosses it over the side of the ship. Antina stretches her neck, rubbing it briskly with her free hand (the other still holding the pistol).
When her hand comes away, the skin on her neck is smooth and unbroken, and her voice is back to normal.
ANTINA
Better now?
WILL
(nodding, puzzled)
Much.
(pause)
So, Antina? How'd you run afoul of Jack here?
(short pause)
You seem far too-
ANTINA
Why, I've "run afoul" a fair few of people in my day, thank you.
(smirking devilishly)
And it's not just Antina-
(taking a step toward him)
It's-
(in one very short breath)
Antina-Leon-Marina-Bermudez-Farin-Tudor-Johnson-Dumas-Cortez-Sp-
She cuts herself off, glancing at Jack out of the corner of her eye. He catches her glance, seems to dare her.
ANTINA
(con't)
(defiantly)
Zzz. Cortez. And who're you? Where's ol' what his name? The devilfish? This here's his boat, isn't it?
WILL
(taking a step toward her)
You could call me the new devilfish.
ANTINA
(chuckling)
All right. Well no one seems to be finishing the introductions, so…
This is Zelda Marie-
(gesturing such)
-my er…assistant if you will. Carries things around. And this-
(pulling Kit close to her)
-is my son Kit.
WILL
(laughing scathingly)
My crew and I have business to attend to. With a skill like that, I doubt you'll be catching a ride with me anytime soon.
No one moves an inch. The tension between Will and Antina intensifies.
ANTINA
Well, we can't all always be right, eh? Because here you are…and here we are…catching a ride!
Will smirks but does not reply.
ANTINA
So, Mr…
WILL
Captain, please.
ANTINA
(eyes rolling)
Fine. Captain what?
WILL
William Turner.
ANTINA
(perking up)
Turner the…third?
WILL
Second.
ANTINA
(thoughtful)
Turner the second…
(bending close to Jack and whispering to him)
You're not quite as old as I first suspected, then.
Jack balks at this, and Antina smirks shrewdly at his reaction.
ANTINA
(to Will, with renewed vim and vigor)
Seen your ol' dad of late?
WILL
Why, he's my right-hand man.
Bill, in a cliché fashion, steps out of the shadows, rugged and hulking as usual, but with a slight smile at seeing so many old acquaintances.
Antina shrieks with glee and dashes over to him, the other crewmembers stepping out of the way with murmurings spreading among them.
ANTINA
(amidst wrapping Bill in a big hug)
Ay carrumba…I feared the worst happened when I flew off…Afraid of losing what I lost anyway.
(she steps back, looking him in the eye)
I'm sorry.
(the moment descends and remains)
BILL
If you knew what happened after, you would not doubt my choice to forgive you.
Antina breaks into a smile, as does he. He pats her roughly on the back, but her stance doesn't waver.
Will says nothing, but looks to Jack with a question in his glance. Jack chooses to ignore him, but Zelda watches his every move.
ZELDA
(casually)
So, Captain.
(Will and Jack turn their gazes to her)
Are you married too?
Will and Jack glance quickly at each other, then back at Zelda.
Antina and Bill, having reached where the three are standing somewhat awkwardly, draw the attention away from Zelda's question and towards themselves.
WILL
Well, An-Antina, I see that I was wrong about you.
ANTINA
(one eyebrow raised tone)
Oh, really? In which aspect?
Meaning, did you assume that I didn't know your father? That I ran into the trouble that is Jack? Or…that Kit's my son?
WILL
Well, actually, I-
JACK
(putting the conversation back on track loudly)
Speaking of which, Bill, old chum, you're looking much better these days. Dead was not a good look for you.
ANTINA
(with a whiplash inducing head turn)
What?
JACK
(casual)
Bill did the whole serve your time on Davy Jones's boat deal.
(beginning to stroll along the deck, away form the others now)
Never could bring myself to do so. I fancied the running and fearing for life bit. Gives the heart a good workout, you know.
Antina, digesting this information, begins to stalk towards Bill, finger brandished menacingly.
ANTINA
Do you mean to tell me that you got it mixed in with that old sea devilfish?
BILL
Well, 'Tina, you haven't heard the full tale. Ask Jack to spin it for ya-
ANTINA
Will. Not. Be told any more tales by anybody.
I want the truth.
(hissed)
And I told you he's a force to reckon with, I hope you learned your lesson, so help me-
(controlling herself)
Where are we going?
She is met with silence.
WILL
You're going to the locker. You're dead.
Now he is met with raised eyebrow filled silence.
JACK
Clearly, we have some ground to cover.
(Turning to Will)
You. She is not dead. That is sort of the point of our excursion. But before we excurse, we must retrieve Gibbs from Tortuga. Alright? Antina, if you could show us the way? Bit dark to rake a headin' from the old compass. Eyes, you know.
Will's anonymous crew members begin to chuckle gravely as a unit, still stony, but Bill and Will stay quiet-particularly William, who is still looking between Jack and Antina.
CREWMAN
(with a heavy Irish brogue)
This is a comedy for the ages, Captain…but perhaps we would be better off taking these prisoners to their fate, and quieting them down a bit.
(Bowing flourishingly toward Will, a bit mockingly)
Just a suggestion.
ANTINA
I don't know where Tortuga is from here, Jack.
(when her response is met with more laughter)
Perhaps we should discuss this in private.
(looking up)
Captain Turner, if you will lead us. I regret that I'm not as familiar with the labyrinths that haunt this ship.
(eying him)
It's been some time now.
BILL
(when Will makes no move)
This way.
As Bill ushers his guests towards a more private room, Will stands on the deck with a pondering look on his face.
The Irish crewmember, with some snickering supporters, steps up behind him with a mocking glance and a mirrored tone.
CREWMAN
So, Cap'n, to the locker?
WILL
(exuding all his authoritativeness)
To Tortuga.
(after a short pause)
And make sure to rise up Jack's boat before we set sail. That's an order.
Bewildered but submissive, they set off to work, while Will stomps after his father, still brooding.