'Who is Davy Jones?' asked Carla looking puzzled by everyones sudden silence, the pistol still aiming at Beckets head
'Becket. Why would in the whole wide ocean, would you want that man to be brought back from his own locker?' Barbossa asked the question everyone had been wondering, but had just not had the guts or the voice to say it.
'Because... Well, there was this locket that Turner found in Jones' private room, nobody but Jones was allowed into that room, none of his crew, not even the woman he loved. When he was killed by young Will Turner,
Jones left the locket behind, and nobody knows what to do with it. Turner tried to sell it but it didn't get very far at all because legend has it the goddess Calypso gave it to him, so therefore people believe it to be cursed
and will not want it anywhere near them for it is belived to be a bad omen, a thing to give you bad luck.'
'Who is Davy Jones?' repeated Carla, even more curious, however the crew were too busy listening to Becket's speach that they didnt hear Carla so just ignored her.
'So why after all this time have you finally decided to bring him back and for what good will it do us?' asked Mr Gibbs, stepping forward
'I didn't say I was going to bring him back, I didn't say anything of the sort. All you bloody pirates, jumping to conclusions all the time!'
Sick of being ignored Carla took the pistol and shot it into the air, just catching the sails and making everyone jump in fright. She tucked the pistol into her belt before turning to speak. Or so everyone thought she would before she opened her mouth. They had a fright when she did...
'WHO IS DAVY JONES???' she yelled
'Look darlin', I will tell you later, but right now im in the middle of something, so if you could just but out of it, i would be very happy...' said Jack silkily
'I can see what you are in the middle of Jack! I just want to know now who this man was and what the locker is that you are going on about!' she continued.
'I know sweetheart, just let me sort this out and I will explain!' he turned to Becket after seeing his daughter had given in to him, ' What do you plan to do?'
'I plan to go to the locker, put the locket in there safely with a note to Jones, and then go back home to this dimension and time. Easy.'
'Your little perfect plan might have a flaw in it, Mr Becket.' growled Barbossa with a slight smile
'Its not Mr Becket, Barbossa. Its Lord or Cutler Becket to you, and what do you mean by a flaw to our plan?'
'Well, I take it that you will be planning on sailing back from this Locker LORD Becket?'
'Yes, of course! How else are we expected to get back?'
'You see... Our ship got destroyed getting to the Locker. I'm not sure if getting there you will be taking the same path that we took, but eventually after we got lost, we came across a rather large water fall in the middle of the ocean...'
'Thats impossible!' interupted Becket, getting to his feet, immediately Carla pulled out the pistol and pointed it at Becket again. He looked a little taken aback but otherwise not faltered.
'The Locker seems impossible but we know that to be true, so how can the way of getting to it not be possible?' asked Barbossa in an irritating know-it-all fashion.
'Well... I ... I was just pointing it out Barbossa!'
'Thats Captain Barbossa to you.'
'I thought I was captain of The Pearl?!' said Jack in a confused whisper to Barbossa.
'We both are Jack. When you're captain I am Commadore, and visa-versa. I thought we were agreed on that.' he replied.
'Might have slipped my mind...' Jack confessed looking shifty and at his booted feet.
'Captain Barbossa. How did you get back?' Becket asked regaining his pompous mannor however looking still a bit wary of the gun still pointing at him.
'Aye, we got lucky! You see, when Jack was chained aboard this very ship when The Crack was coming for him, he was the captain of The Black Pearl, so he went down with his ship, or rather his ship followed him to the Locker, so because we destroyed the ship we came to save him on, technically the rescuers became the rescued by the man they set off to rescue.'
'So there is no way that you think that we can get rid of that locket?'
'No, not as far as we can see. Where is this locket anyway?'
'Its on my ship, in my office, I couldn't find anyone who would take it off me and even Turner is refusing to have it on his ship, so i had to take it myself.' At these words Carla had an idea and dissapeared, but nobody noticed.
'So you say this locket is cursed?'
'Yes. Legend has it that Calypso herself gave it to Jones, as a symbol of their love, and she had an identical one which she kept with her at all times. But when a certain bloody Bretherin Court decided that she should be freed from her human binds, she took the locket with her, so we will never know will we!?' his rhetorical question made Barbossa blush a bit and look away from him. 'But one thing you could do for us that will be of some use to us, is tell me something. Jack Sparrow...'
'Captain Jack Sparrow.' Jack automatically corrected him.
'But I thought Barbossa was Captain!?' They had succeeded in confusing Lord Becket big style.
'He is.' said Jack simply, 'And so am I.' he added.'Carry on Becket.'
'If you say so. When you were trapped in the Locker, did you see any creatures there? Anything at all?'
'Yes, as a matter of fact I saw a load of crab-like things. They moved my boat.'
'Excuse me Jack. But I think you might find that they moved my boat.'
'No Barbossa, I'm quite sure it was MY boat that they moved.'
'My boat Jack. My boat.' Barbossa quite seemed to be enjoying this, however all the argueing was getting to Beckets head. He rested it in his hands as a shout came from the ship next to them. Beckets ship.
'Is this the locket you are all on about?' It was Carla. She was stood on the edge of the boat holding the locket and allowing it to glint in the sunlight.
'Carla! M'dear put that down right now and get back on the ship like a good little girl why don't you? said Barbossa.
'Yes, you heard Uncle Barbossa, now get down from there now.' added Jack, but before Carla could answer a voice echoed into the still air. It was clear and loud, positivly blood chilling and it sent fear into their hearts and made their pulses race. They hadn't heard anything quite like it before. It was taking the mickey out of their attempts to bring the little girl back safely to them.
'Yes little girl, carry on back to Daddy and Uncle. Thats if they can ever find you again!' Carla was staring around blankly, she looked so terrorfied because of the disembodied voice. Suddenly the boat rocked and with a long scream that tore at the heart of every crew member, Carla plunged down into the icy water. She didn't resurface.