AN: Yes I have finally done it . I have written Davy Jones as well as more beloved Bootsy aka Bootstrap. Let me know on how I did Davy. And I even added some of the crewboys in depth for you other fans. Like say Clanker? 'giggles' Wellp next chap will be little Sparra's POV enjoy .
Chapter Seven: Enter Davy Jones
On white capped waves and moon lit swells a small boat bobbed helpless in the vast Caribbean Sea. Dark clouds dotted the night sky and told of a storm approaching to the Keeper of the Sea's.
Fog had rolled in heavily that night on the ocean and Bootstrap Bill was preparing the Flying Dutchman for the oncoming storm. He was at the bow rolling up some lines when he saw a raven. "Thats odd. What is one o' those doin' out 'ere?" Clanker sidled up to him while adding some rusted swords to a barrel by the railing "Not a clue Bootstrap but I do know that it's a bad omen." he shook his head chuckling "Poor unfortunate souls who get caught up in this storm aye?" Bill nodded but didn't reply, he had a feeling in his gut that something bad would happen...something that would change all their lives for a very long time.
Jessa awoke to the sound of waves crashing and her feeling like she was being tossed around like a piece of drift wood. She tried sitting up but found that difficult with the constant movement and, she realized she was bound with crude rope and stuck inside a old fishing net. She managed to sit up and screamed like a banshee when she saw what a mess she was in.
She was in a crude, very, very small boat that barely held her and its brim was just inches from the water line. But that wasn't the worst of it. Not even close, what sent fear into Jessa right down to her very core was the fact she was in this pathetic craft in the middle of the worst storm she had ever seen.
Jessa struggled with her bonds frantically, trying to free herself. When she had managed to wiggle out of the bonds around her hands a huge wave crashed down on top of her. It sent her reeling in the dark grey, hungry sea... still in the fishnet.
It was Hadras who first spotted the little boat capsize and disappear into the deep with some one in it. "OI Dar be some 'un out there !" he hollered. Some of the Dutchman's crew ran to the side, Bill was one of them. His keen eyesight caught sight of some one struggling in the waves and looked as if bound by something. He looked closer and panicked. How the blazes was Jack's daughter out here in the middle of the ocean in this cursed storm?! With out a thought of the consequences he dived into the swelling sea and swam hard for the girl.
Jessa was fighting the urge to breath as she was tossed in the deep abyss of this stormy sea. She couldn't find which way was up or down, right or left. She began to panic, grabbing and yanking on the net that constricted her to move properly. Her last bit of air escaped her mouth and she drifted off into darkness, but in her semi-conscious state she felt a strong pair of arms grab onto her and drag her up to the surface.
Once both emerged from the sea's depths both inhaled loudly, Jessa clutched onto who ever it was that had saved her, grateful to live another minute. Bootstrap felt bad of having to bring this girl on the Dutchman but he would have felt worse if he had simply let her drown. Clanker dashed to the side were his friend was floating by and threw him a rope, which Bootstrap grabbed onto. The crew members that had been standing by all grabbed onto the rope and began to haul Bootstrap and the person in his arms up the side of the ship. When Bill placed his feet on the deck Jimmylegs, the Dutchman's Bo'sun, threw what...who ever it was in the net out of his arms and hauled Bill by the collar to the mast. Jimmylegs was about to bring down his whip when a thunk and a thud resounded throughout the ships whole.
"Whot's goin' un' here-ah?!" Shouted the feared Captain of the Flying Dutchman as he stepped up on deck.
The startled crew moved out of Davy Jones' way leading to the mast, angry Bo'sun and the accused Bill Turner. Jimmylegs glared and pointed at Bootstrap "He tried jumpin' ship Cap'n. Only came back cause he couldn't handle the swells." he grinded out.
Jones' tentacles had already been writhing when he had stepped out of his cabin, but now they had tied themselves in knots, some were even yanking at the knots trying to get them out. He turned his cold blue eyes on Bill "Is this-ah true Mr. Turna?" he said snorting.
Bootstrap shook his head and bowed his head in respect to his captain, Jones knitted his brows together and lit his pipe "Then whot's ye're version of tings Swab?" he said in an unpleasant tone. Bootstrap swallowed and swatted Hadras' hand away, he walked past his crewmembers and captain, heading for the small rise in the Dutchman's deck. Jones' followed none too far behind but the crew stayed put, his eyes widened in surprise and hatred when Bill turned the person on it's back and revealed a young girl tied in a fish net.
"I saw the lass out in the storm Captain. She would have surely died if I hadn't saved her." Bill explained, but he felt horrible now that she was on here. Jones was sure to, at best kill her, or at worst pressgang the girl.
Just when one of the two men was about to say something, she stirred gasping for breath and then starring wide eyed up Davy Jones.
AN: Read and Review as always. the more the merrier and the sooner I start writting again.
