Chapter Three
Captain William Turner stared at Davy Jones. He rubbed his hands through his brown hair. "You mean to tell me that Calypso is replacing my father with you?" He asked.
Davy Jones nodded. The previous captain of the Flying Dutchmen explained to him that Calypso needed Bootstrap for something and that she had forced Davy to work back on the Dutchmen.
A sigh escaped from Will's mouth. It was bad enough that he had to be separated from his beautiful wife and love, Elizabeth, for ten years. Now, instead of working alongside with his father that he still trying to know, he had to work with Davy Jones! The man who had caused him to become captain of the ship because he had killed him! Will could feel his anger longing to get out of control. He wanted to get off the cursed ship so badly, but he knew better than to anger Calypso.
Davy Jones studied the young man before him. There were so many emotions that were running across the Flying Duthmen's new captain's face. Emotions that the old captain recognized that had been in himself when he commanded the cursed ship. Emotions that he had displayed toward the crew openly with no mercy or compassion. Emotions that had caused him to do things that had angered Calypso. He started to pity the young Turner; if Will did not learn how to control his emotions he would end up like him. It was at that moment when Davy Jones promised himself that he would not allow that to happen. He knew what the ship could do to everyone if the captain started to step out of line.
SHOCK! It was the one word that Bootstrap Bill Turner could use to describe the emotion that he was feeling at the moment. He was Calypso's son. The sea goddess had disguised herself at one point in her life and married Jonathan Turner, his father, then 'died' when she gave birth to him. He was not sure what to say or what to ask. The only thing he knew was he wanted to get Arabella Smith Turner, his wife, back from Davy Jones Locker.
That was why he was in the position he was in now. Listening to Captain Jack Sparrow sing A Pirate's Life for Me on a dingy that Jack had named the M.B.P. or the Miniature Black Pearl. Apparently, Jack had gotten drunk at Tortuga a few days earlier and Barbossa had stolen the Black Pearl. Bootstrap shook his head that was very typical of those them. It was almost like a game between the two of them. It was almost humorous.
"So the Locker, eh?" Jack questioned he adjusted the single sail to the Miniature Black Pearl. His dark brown eyes scanned the horizon.
"Aye," Bootstrap Bill replied.
"I'm not looking forward goin' there, mate," said Jack.
The blue eyed man agreed. He did not want to go there either, but he knew he had to go there. It was the only way to get Arabella!
Poor Jack had no choice but to help Bill get to the Locker. He had the map to get into the Locker. Bill had the map that lead to Arabella. Calypso had appeared to Jack moments before and told him to help Bill or else. Jack did not know what 'or else' meant, but he knew it would be extremely foolish to disobey the sea goddess. He had experienced her wrath once when she trapped in her human form and that was scary enough. He did not want to experience her anger in her sea goddess form that had to be a million times worst.
Jack took a sip of rum and handed the bottle to Bill. Bill took a sip of it too. "Once we get to Singapore, we can get another boat and be on our way to the Locker." The previous captain of the Peal said.
"Jack-"Bootstrap warned giving him a glare. Last time Jack had said he was going to do something for him. He never did it.
"Look, mate, we are never going to make it out of the Locker alive if don't get a bigger boat," explained Jack.
The older Turner sighed. Jack was right unfortunately. They were just going to steal a ship like they used to do in the old days. What was the worst that could happen?
The sound of a prison cell door shutting was the answer to his question several hours later. He let out deep sigh. He just had to trip over his bootstrap that was the reason for his nick name! He sat down in the dirt. Jack would come for him. He hoped.