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Author's Note: By the way, I should have mentioned in the first chapter that Laura has scars on her back from her first encounter with Jones. Also, I've never been the type for writing the even slightly dramatic, but I had to show that Laura is willing to do anything to protect her brother. I hope it turns out alright. Enjoy!

Until I See It

Throughout the next day, Laura and Will were integrated into the crew, although neither of them had even come close to swearing themselves to the Dutchman. Whenever they were given a break, Laura would talk quietly with her still oblivious brother. One of the conversations included the older Turner presenting the idea of Jack trading his freedom in exchange for their service. Laura, in turn, denied the idea, stating that Jones wouldn't let Jack get away that easy.

Late that night, a storm came upon them.

While they were attempting to move a cannon, the bo'sun called out,

"Secure the mast tackle, Mr. Turner!"

Will and one of the crew simultaneously climbed up the rope ladders to take care of the problem.

Before Laura could react, the cannon came crashing down, barely missing her head.

Apparently, Will had somehow fallen down because of the cannon.

As the young woman rushed to her brother's side, the bo'sun ordered some of the crew,

"Haul that weevil to his feet! Five lashes to remind you to stay on her!"

Just as two of the pirates secured Will, ripped off his shirt, revealing his muscular back, and the bo'sun raised the whip, the same man who had joined Will in obeying the command to secure the mast tackle grabbed the bo'sun's arm.

"Impeding me in my duties?" the fish/man queried. "You'll share the punishment."

"I'll take it all," the man bravely offered.

-That seems familiar. Why does he remind me of…no, it can't be. I won't believe it until I see it-

The man's action had caused Laura to blink twice in quick succession.

He had the same voice, the same height and stature as…she would not even hope for it in her mind. In fact, she wished for him not to be, for she had learned to at least partially blame him over the years as the reason for her ruined childhood. She had had the perfect life, the perfect family, until he had left to go pirating and disappeared.

As she felt anger well up inside her, Davy Jones stepped out of the shadows, saying to the man,

"Will you now? And what would prompt such an act of charity?"

"My son," the man said quietly, receiving a shocked look from Will. "He's my son."

"No," Laura whispered under her breath so that no one else would hear.

Jones began heartily laughing as he said,

"What fortuitous circumstance be this! Five lashes be owed, I believe it is."

At this he offered the lash to Bootstrap.

"No," he gruffly stated. "No, I won't!"

"The cat's out of the bag, Mr. Turner!" Jones victoriously cried. "Your issue will feel its sting, be it by the bo'sun's hand or your own."

"No!" Bootstrap said again.

"Bo'sun…" Davy began, before Bootstrap grabbed the lash from him.

"No!" he repeated.

Laura forced herself to watch her brother be lashed by their father.

It tore at her heart and, at the same time, fueled her anger at the betrayal she had experienced so many years before, and yet was still affected by.

She found herself glad for the rain as it hid the quiet tears she was shedding for her brother's pain.

Afterwards, she followed Bootstrap and Will down below decks (actually, Will was thrown down).

"William…" Bootstrap began.

"I don't need your help!" Will yelled at him as he rocked back and forth from the pain.

"The bo'sun prides himself on cleaving flesh from bone with every swing," Bootstrap explained.

"So I am to understand that what you did was an act of compassion!" Will snapped back at him.

"Yes," was the calm answer.

During this time, Laura had been fishing through a cabinet at the side of the room.

-I'm surprised that I didn't encounter this Bootstrap wanna-be last time I was here-

"Will," she summoned her brother after finding the bottle she wanted, "come here. I think I found something for the pain."

As she gently applied the cool salve on her brother's still-exposed back, Bootstrap asked her,

"How do you know your way around here so well? I heard the captain order you to fetch him a bottle of our precious little rum and you had no trouble in finding it. That I am aware of, only long-time crewmembers know their way around that well."

Bootstrap had been suspiciously watching her ever since her arrival, as if he recognized her, but couldn't quite place her.

"Umm…" she began. "I suppose I simply find my way around new places easily. It's a gift."

"Hmm," was the man's only response as he handed a vest to Will.

"One hundred years before the mast," he began, changing the subject, "losing your world bit by bit, until you end up…end up like poor Wyvern here." At this, he motioned to what appeared to be a man, though part of the ship's side. "Once you've sworn an oath to the Dutchman, there's no leaving it. Not until your debt is paid."

-At least he has a decent excuse for not remembering me-

"I've sworn no oath," Will said.

"Neither have I," Laura added.

"Then you must get away," Bootstrap urged.

"Not until I find this," Will countered. "The key."

Suddenly, Wyvern popped half out of the wall.

"The Dead Man's Chest!" he exclaimed.

"What do you know of this?" the older sibling questioned.

"Open the chest with the key, and stab the heart. No, no don't stab the heart. The Dutchman needs a living heart, or there'll be no Captain. And if there's no Captain, there's no one to have the key," Wyvern warned.

"So the Captain has the key? Where is the key?"

"Hidden."

"Where is the chest?"

"Hidden," the man repeated as he went back into the wall.

--

"I wager ten years," Laura heard the hammerhead man say the next day as she stood next to Will observing a game which three of the crewmembers were playing with dice.

"I'll match ten years," Pufferfish stated, followed by the third player.

"Agreed."

As the three began arguing, Bootstrap stood next to Will and asked him,

"Wondering how it's played?"

"I understand," Will answered. "It's a game of deception, but your bet includes all the dice, not just you own. What are they wagering?"

"Oh, the only thing we have," the older man replied, "…years of service."

"So any crewmember can be challenged?"

"Aye, anyone."

"I challenge Davy Jones," Will said, loud enough for most of the crew on deck to hear.

The fish/men laughed as the thumping of Davy's peg-leg could be heard approaching.

"I accept, mate," he stated, once in view. "The stakes?"

"My soul," Will answered. "An eternity of servitude."

"No," Bootstrap fretted under his breath, however Laura, who had been left standing next to the man she still thought of as a traitor, said nothing as she attempted to decipher the underlying reason for Will's bet, one of the many traits that she had acquired during her partnership with Jack.

"Against?" Jones was asking.

"I want this," Will replied, dropping the cloth on the table: the cloth which had started the adventure.

Picking up the cloth and revealing the key stamp, he quietly asked,

"How do you know of the key?"

"That's not part of the game, is it?" Will asked in turn as he sat down. "You can still walk away."

Davy sat down and showed Will the key, commencing the game.

-So that's what he's up to-

As they set their dice cups face down on the table, a third cup appeared on the table.

"What's this?" Jones asked.

"I'm in," Bootstrap, the owner of the cup, said, "matching his wager."

"No," Will begged him. "Don't do this."

"The die is cast," the older man answered. "I bid three 2's. It's your bid, Captain."

"Four 4's," Davy bid.

"Four 5's," Will added.

It continued around the cycle.

"Six 3's."

"Seven 5's."

"Eight 5's."

Jones victoriously chuckled.

"Welcome to the crew, lad."

"Twelve 5's," Bootstrap said. "Twelve 5's…call me a liar, or up the bid."

"And be called a liar myself for my trouble!" Davy stated, tossing Bootstrap's cup aside. "Bootstrap Bill, you're a liar and you will spend an eternity on this ship! Master Turner," he addressed Will, "feel free to go ashore…the better next time we make port!"

As Jones and the crew walked away laughing, Laura approached the other two Turners as Will was saying to Bootstrap,

"Fool! Why did you do that?"

"I couldn't let you lose," was the answer.

"It was never about winning or losing," Will stated.

"The key," the father wondered, "…you just wanted to know where it was?"

It was finally decided that the siblings would escape just before dawn that night; however, surprises on the Dutchman were not yet finished in revealing themselves.

--

That evening, as the sun was setting, Laura, Will, and two other crewmen, who happened to somehow be drunk, had just finished the moving of a stray cannon.

As the men were beginning to secure the weapon, Laura caught sight of the sunset.

Sinking below the horizon, the great sphere spread a mix of red, yellow, and orange across the sky.

Suddenly, the cannon's ropes slipped for the grasp of the two crewmen, causing it to roll away as a larger wave rolled under the ship.

The curling rope managed to catch Laura's foot as the drunkards leaned on it for support, giving it more momentum. Unfortunately for Laura, the wheels on the cannons had just been oiled due to their difficulty. The weapon in question pulled the girl's feet out from under her and abruptly stopped at the starboard side.

As the she quickly untangled her foot from the rope, Will ran over to her.

"Are you alright?" he asked.

"Yes, I'm fine," she answered.

The drunks then ran over to the siblings and began blaming Will for the accident, followed by others of the crew.

-Well, that's not going to happen again-

Seeing the captain step through the small crowd, Laura stood up and faced the mutated pirate.

"It was not of Will's doing, Jones. I can assure you of that," she stated.

"Then who is responsible for this catastrophe!" he angrily said, clearly exaggerating the situation as the railing had barely been cracked..

-Well, he won't believe it if I say that it was the fault of his own crewmembers-

"Me," she bluntly testified.

Between laughs of cruelty, the captain responded,

"Near eight years since you arrived here last as an innocent young girl, gained my trust, if not more, and left with less ceremony then my crew can even remember."

Walking closer to the girl, he continued,

"Well, it seems now is my chance for revenge. I couldn't have asked for better! Gents!"

The pirates were luckily men enough to leave Laura's shirt on as the bo'sun fetched the lash.

The young woman mentally thanked herself for leaving her vest and trench coat below decks.

As the bo'sun raised the whip, an idea presented itself to Laura.

"Just like last time, eh Jones?" she taunted. "You didn't have the courage to do anything dirty yourself then either. It seems you haven't changed a bit."

Furious, Jones grabbed the lash from the bo'sun.

-Goal achieved-

"You always did enjoy getting yourself into trouble."

The first couple of lashes reminded Laura of a paper cut…times twenty.

"No wonder you usually don't do this yourself. You don't want to reveal your weakness," she continued teasing through clenched teeth, as she refused to show how much her back hurt.

"That is the last time you test my patience, Laura Lark Turner!" he yelled back at her.

After eight lashes, the captain finally gave up.

"Let that be a lesson to all who wish to taunt me."

As she was dragged towards the stairs leading back below deck, Laura caught a glimpse of Will and Bootstrap's gaping mouths.

Below decks, Laura was putting her vest on to cover the shredded back of her shirt and going to find some rum when the two still-bewildered men came to stand next to her.

She couldn't help but look at Will and begin laughing.

"I'm your sister," she stated while trying to contain her painful chuckling.

"But…" Will began, though he could not find the words to continue the sentence.

Half-guessing another part of the men's confusion, she slowly explained to her brother,

"About eight years ago, six months after you left to find Bootstrap here, I snuck onto a ship. It was captured by Davy Jones; he admired my resoluteness, which made me seem older than I actually was; however, he saw through the mask of courage. I succeeded in my goal of winning his confidence by working as hard as I could, and also got away with not swearing myself to the Dutchman. Looking back on it, I almost regret doing that to him. He acted as if I was his daughter. Anyway, in the end, I successfully used the leverage to escape unnoticed one night. Nevertheless, I didn't get away without my scars to show for it."

-I hate giving explanations that are required to be long-

"I knew that you seemed familiar, however…" Bootstrap, in turn, lost his words.

"Well, some reunion, eh?" the girl joked, taking a swig of the rum.

The three Turners finally decided to act casual with the situation.

--

Dawn was nearly upon them when Will went into the Captain's Cabin to steal the key from a sleeping Jones, while Bootstrap and Laura wordlessly waited for his return after the former had replaced the man at the helm and prepared for the siblings' departure.

"Come with us," Laura insisted, finally giving into the fact that the man was her father.

"You should know as well as anyone that I can't," he answered as Will returned with the key.

Bootstrap had given Laura a sword, worn from age, but sturdy, and then handed a knife to Will.
"Here," he offered, "take this too. Now get yourselves to land and stay there. It was always in my blood to die at sea, but it was not a fate I ever wanted for you two."

"It's not a fate you had to choose for yourself, either," Will said thoughtfully.

"I could say I did what I had to when I left you to go pirating, but it would taste a lie to say it wasn't what I wanted. You own me nothing, Will. Laura, out of the two of you, I thought that Will would be the first to become a pirate. Turned out I was far from right. Now go."

"Actually, father, I wasn't truly a pirate until recently," Laura explained prior to lowering the boat.

"They'll know you helped us," Will said to Bootstrap.

"What more can they do to me?" the man asked, half serious and half joking.

"I take this with a promise," Will continued, holding the knife up. "I'll find a way to sever Jones' hold on you and not rest until this blade pierces his heart. I will not abandon you. I promise."

Once again standing next to her brother, Laura added,

"He means "we" on all of that, by the way. I do not intend to lose my father just after finding him."

At that, the twins got into the boat, and rowed as far away from the Dutchman as possible.

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