Chapter Five

The sound of yelling and banging in the Captain's room kept Davy Jones from fully falling asleep. He jumped at the loud sounds. He opened the door. His blue eyes scanned the room. It was a complete mess! Furniture had been thrown; some had been kicked to damage beyond repair.

Will was seated on the floor. His back was against the wall. He had his head tucked in between his knees like a child. He did not seem to notice that there was anyone in the room. He just sat there- uncaring and depressed.

Davy Jones stared at the young captain. He really looked at the young captain. Will had tears streaming down his face. For a breath second, the previous captain of the Flying Dutchmen felt pity for the Dutchmen's new captain. He would not even be on this ship if I had killed him, he thought. He took a step toward Will. He was going to have to have a long talk with the young man.

The older man looked up, thinking. What was he supposed to say? Will was furious at him. He hated Jones for separating him from Elizabeth. He did not want to anger the captain at all. In fact, he wanted to help him. The question was how could he help a man who was going to end up like him if he did not keep his emotions in line.

Hearing footsteps near him, Will looked up. Tears were falling down his face. He wiped his eyes quickly, sent a murderous glare to Jones, and then he stormed out of the room with a huff. He slammed the door behind him when he left. The slamming seemed to echo around the entire ship.

Davy Jones let out a deep aggravated sigh. His glanced down at the floor. His blue eyes widened as he saw a small part of the floor turn from a beautiful brown to a familiar sea green. Immediately, he left the captain's room and ran to look for Will. He was going to have to have that talk with him NOW, or Will would lose everything that he ever loved.

Will stared at the ocean from his position at the wheel. He fingered his hands through his brown hair. He closed his brown eyes and took several deep breaths; breathing in and out. Every time he went to control the wheel, he wanted to turn the Flying Dutchmen to the Land of the Living. He missed Elizabeth so much! He wanted to see her so badly, to hold her in his arm again, to talk to her, to…..

"Get away from the wheel, Will," a voice said behind him interrupting his dangerous tempting thoughts.

The young captain turned around. He was standing face to face with Davy Jones. Will narrowed his eyes and glared. Jones mirrored his expression.

"Leave me alone," the Dutchmen's new captain said sternly and angrily.

"I am not leaving until we talk," Davy Jones replied. "There is something that you need to know about this ship."

Will was about to threaten him, when Jones suddenly grabbed his hand and pushed him to his room. This earned curious stares from the entire crew.

"Back to work!" Will yelled before he was pushed inside the by his enemy.

Davy Jones pushed him against the wall and pinned him. Will tried to fight him off, but Jones was much stronger and taller than he was.

"Let me go!" He said angrily.

"Not until you calm down and listen to me!" replied Davy as he tightened his grip.

After several minutes, he felt Will's body relax. "Now," he said as he moved Will away from the wall and put his arms behind him, "you have to control your temper. Look at the floor."

The young captain did as he said. There was a part of the floor that was no longer brown, but a familiar blue green. Confusion was written all over face. He was about to speak, but Davy Jones spoke instead.

"Do not speak just listen. Calypso put a curse on this ship when I became the captain. The ship is partly run on your emotions. When I left Calypso for the first time, I was like you. Tempted to go back constantly, but I could handle not doing it. At the end of my service, which you know is ten years, I went to go see her for the first time on our island. She was not there. I was so angry because at the end of the ten years, the curse was supposed to be broken if she was there and had stayed faithful. She did neither, that was why I cut my heart out and trapped her in her human form."

"T-t-the curse can be lifted?" Will asked in surprise.

"If the two of you are faithful to each other and she is waiting for you then yes."

Will smiled. There was hope! He and Elizabeth could be together forever! He could be free from the Flying Dutchmen! He and Elizabeth would have their happy ever after!

Mist swarmed around Bootstrap Bill Turner like an annoying gnat, clouding his vision almost completely as he entered into the valley of fears. He blinked several times before his vision cleared entirely. He let out sigh then he coughed. He put his hand over his eyes to prevent the sudden sun light that could possibly damage his eyes.

"Bill?" A female voice questioned behind him.

The black haired man turned around. His pale blue eyes widened as he saw who was behind him. It was Arabella. She was alive. She was okay. She was angry. Her sword was drawn out ready to attack- to attack- him.