Will sat for another thirty minutes. "This is pointless!" Will said. He was about to pull up the achor and row back to shore, when the Dutchman rose from the depths. Will was showered in salty water.
"Darn it! I washed these clothes two days ago!" he muttered. He jumped onto the Dutchman's side, clinging onto some tough seaweed.
The sharp barnicles cut Will as he climbed stealthily up the boat's side, careful not to attract attention from the crew. When he reached the front, Will climbed onto the deppening hole to rest. Scalling a boat was harder than it looked. after a minute of two, Will climbed again.
When Will jumped onto the deck, no one was there. Not even his dad! Where was he? Will looked around the deck. Suddenly, he heard voice, that scared the living daylights out of him. They were coming from the captain's lodge. Will looked through a little hole in the window.
There, sitting at his organ, was Davey Jones. His crew was around him. He seemed more misreable then usual. He spoke again.
"I can't imagine where he can be!" he exclaimed, looking at a piece of parchment.
"Last time I saw him, he was in the crows nest," said one crew member.
"Maybe he commited sueicide?" suggested another.
"He better not have," said Davey. "Because he knows it wasn't part of our agreement. That Turner has been acting really funny, ever since that scrawny pretty boy of his he calls a son came here."
Will gasped. They were talking about his father, Suddenly, he saw Davey get up and walk towards the door. Will ran below deck, and acceidentally knocked over a barrel. It fell over making a terrible racket, but the waves that crashed against the Dutchman covered up the sound. But it wasn't the sound that shocked Will. It was what toppled out of the barrel. It was his father, "Bootstrap" Bill.
Bootstrap looked at him. "William? What on earth are you doing here?"
"Have you forgotten my promise?" Will said. "I told you I'd come back to rescue you, and now here I am." Bootstrap shook his head.
"No, Will. It's too late for that now. I could barley stand Davey Jone's and his crew, so I've been hiding in this barrel for the past days. I shouldn't have. Jone's has been looking for me ever since, and he's said once he finds me he'll kill me!"
"I'm not leaving this boat without you," Will said, mushily. "Come, with me. Now, while their not looking!"
"It's not all that simple, Will" his father said. "I've signed a contract pledging my soul forever, and it has to be destroyed first, then I'm free. And I don't know where the bloody hell he keeps the contracts."
Will suddenly remembered the piece of parchment Davey had, and left on his desk, It must have been the contract his father signed.
Will and Bootstrap snuk into the Captain's lodge and found the contract. It read:
I, William "Bootstrap" Turner, here by pledge to the unquestioned master of the sea, Davey Jones, my soul for an eternity. If I am to anyway escape this agreement, may my throat be cut and may they throw me too the Kraken.
And below it had Will's father's signature, and Davey's Signature.
Will felt around in his pockets. He knew he had one somewhere. And then he found it. A match. He sturck it against the side of the desk, and he lit the parchment aflame.
As soon as the contract burned to ash, Bootstrap began to change. His face became a healthy skin colour again, the barnicles and seaweed cleared from him, the star fish on his cheek disappered, and his hair became a smooth brown shade again. Bootstrap savoured his new look and hugged his son. "Thank you," he said.
Suddenly, Davey Jones burst into the room. What he saw made him explode like a bomb.
"WHERE THE BLOODY HELL WERE YOU? I-" Suddenly Davey noticed how Bootstrap looked, and that Will was beside him. "Wait a minute... you'er his son. What are you doing here? Come to rescue you're father? Can't, boy. He signed a paper saying he's mine. I'll just have to kill you both-"
"You can't," Will said, as he picked up the ashes. "This is your so called contract now."
Davey looked at the ashes. He rolled his eyes. "Well, it's done. Bill Turner, you are no longer part of my crew. However," Davey pulled out his pistol. "I'll just shoot you both anyway."
As he shot both of the Turners ducked, and ran past Davey Jones. Onto the deck, pushing past the crew's pistols and swords. Will could have sworn as he was running he saw an axe covered in seaweed fly past him. Suddenly, him and Bootstrap jumped off the Flying Dutchman and into the sea, and started swimming back to the life boat.
Davey watched the two as they rowed off. He couldn't summon the Kraken any more to chase after them. So he just let them go. "It's not really Will I'm after anyway," he said. "It's Jack."
"Where are we rowing to, son?" Bootstrap asked, as Will rowed.
"Back to Tortuga. We'll probably meet up with Jack there. When I left his hat was hung on the back of a chair and he forgot it when we went to sleep. He'll come back for it. He never leaves without his hat."