Sorry that I've been taking forever. There is way too much stuff to do right now. Again, I own nothing of POTC.

Will and I leaned against the ship's wall and watched the sailors playing a game. They flipped over their cups and were rolling dice. This game was one of deception and I explained that to Will.

"I vaguely understand the rules. They roll the dice and make wagers on what numbers will come up. It's a game of deception, so you can lie on what you have. The bet includes all the dice, not just your own." I told him. "Other than annoying Maccus, this game is the only thing I was good at. I almost beat the captain at it."

"What do they wager?" Will asked.

"The only thing they have." Bootstrap replied. "Years of service."

Erik nodded. "I have an extra thirty years on board this ship from that game."

"So," Will asked, after a short pause, "any crew member can be challenged?"

Bootstrap Bill and Erik nodded "Aye." Bill said. I stared at Will anxiously.

"Will…" I murmured. "I know that you will do anything to get…well, you know. But you're not thinking what I think you're thinking, are you?"

He was. His voice rang pure and clear as he called, "I challenge Davy Jones!"

I put my face in my hand, shaking my head in sadness. Will was doomed. I heard Davy Jones's peg leg pounding the deck with each step closer to us. Looking up, Davy Jones was standing before Will with a smirk on his face. I resisted a shiver and moved a little closer to Erik, gripping his barnacle covered hand in barely concealed terror.

"I accept your challenge." Davy Jones asked, moving towards one of the empty tables that had been set down for their game.

Will simply walked over and sat down at the table, taking one of the cups of dice in his hand. I let go of Erik's hand and slid into a seat as well, flashing a grin at the two men. Will was about to object when I said, "Hey, I want to see if I am as good as I used to be."

I was frightened out of my mind, but I hid it all with bravado. Davy Jones hissed a simple, "The stakes?"

I looked at Will, letting him decide what he was willing to wager. Will coolly replied, "My soul. An eternity of servitude."

I said nothing, battling back a yell of anger. I had expected this, so I was quiet. I did hear, however, Bootstrap whispering, "No!"

"Against?" Davy Jones replied, looking at me.

I thought for a few seconds and calmly said, "If I lose, I will serve the Dutchman until you are no longer captain."

"No!" Erik hissed. He obviously didn't want his little sister to serve on the Dutchman. But I had a deep down thought that Davy Jones wouldn't forever be captain. I'd be alright. I hoped.

Davy Jones looked at Will next, asking the same question. "Against?" His voice was filled with swagger.

Will reached into a pocket in his shirt and pulled out the drawing of the key, throwing it onto the table, still folded. "I want this."

Davy Jones took it in his hand and opened it, looking at the ink in horror. "How do you know of the key?" He whispered.

"That's not part of the game, is it?" Will retorted, confidence filling his voice. He sat down and challenged, mockingly, "You can still walk away."

Davy Jones was stunned for a few seconds. Then, he slowly sat down, reached with one of his beard tentacles into his beard and pulled out the key. I wanted to snatch it out of his grip but I was worried that I would be killed on the spot. It seemed to sing with an earthly song, hanging alone on a cast iron ring. Davy Jones tucked it back in right after Will got a good look at it. We three grabbed our cups, shook the dice inside them and smacked them onto the table, open side down. A fourth hand smacked a cup onto the table. Davy Jones looked up in annoyance. "What's this?"

Bootstrap Bill sat down at the table. "I'm in, matching his wager."

"No!" Will objected. He whispered to his father, "Don't do this."

I nodded, wrapping my fingers in a death grip around my cup. "Listen to him, Bill. Don't."

"Die's cast." Bill said, by way of excuse. The rules said that all players who cast dice could not back out. "I bid three twos. It's your bid, captain."

Davy Jones looked at Will, a soft laugh rumbling in his throat. He closed his eyes for a second to think, then, enunciating each word, "Four fours."

I replied with a spontaneous bet, "Five threes."

The crowd around us chuckled. The laughter rose even more as Will made his bid. "Four fives."

"Six threes." Bill said quietly. I noticed that he had made two bids but I, again, said nothing. We slowly looked under our cups. I had made a good bet. There were five dice under each cup and I had three threes. I had a good feeling that somewhere on the table, I had my original bid. I said mine out loud again. "Five threes."

"Seven fives." Davy Jones said, dragging the last 's' out.

Will and Bill looked under their cups. A look was on their faces that I didn't like. "Eight fives." Will said after swallowing.

Davy Jones laughed menacingly. "Welcome to the crew, lad." He laughed again, but the laugh was cut off by Bill's hurried sentence.

"Twelve fives." He stared at Davy Jones's apprehensive face. He repeated the same sentence, but with a challenge. "Twelve fives. Call me a liar or up the bet."

"I've been called a liar myself for my trouble." Jones grabbed Bill's cup and exposed his lying dice: two threes and three twos. Slamming the cup back onto the table, he hollered, "Bootstrap Bill, you're a liar and you will spend an eternity on this ship!"

The crew laughed and my heart cried out. Davy Jones looked at Will and I. His voice rumbled as he stood up and said, "Master Turner, Miss Sparrow, feel free to go ashore. The better next time we make port!"

Everyone burst out laughing and I started to jump to my feet. Will dragged me back down and clapped his hand over my mouth as curses flew muffled. All the crew walked away, including Erik, leaving the three of us sitting at the table. "Bill, I'm so sorry." I whispered, touching his hand.

"You fool." Will hissed angrily, leaning forward. "Why did you do that?"

Bootstrap had a sad look on his face. He stammered quietly during a thunderstrike, "Couldn't let you lose."

"It was never about winning. Or losing." Will replied coolly.

The realization dawned of what he meant on Bootstrap and I at the exact same time. We said it at the exact same time as well. "The key. You just wanted to know where it was."

"Brilliant job, Will." I said, slapping him upside the head. "You've condemned your father to eternity on the Flying Dutchman. Well, let's not let it go to waste. Let's find that key."

Bill nodded quietly. We all stood up and walked into the bunks. I swiped a bottle of rum off the headboard and swallowed a few mouthfuls. The warm surged into my body and my whip scars twinged. That key meant life and death to Will and I. We had to get it. I whispered quietly, "The Dead Man's Chest needs only one key and in order to find the key, we had to become dead men ourselves. Now, to get the key, must we risk our lives again to steal from the Dead Man of the Seas?"