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Chapter Two
Henry Turner had only been on the Flying Dutchman once. That had been when he was looking for his father. Henry had only been nine at the time.
Carina Barbossa had only heard of the Flying Dutchman, through the story that Henry had told her.
Their hands had been tied behind their backs. They were then lead to Jones' cabin. Once in the Captain's cabin, the two captives were shoved to their knees.
"Sir, we found them sir" one of the crewmen said
Jones looked at his two captives.
"Ah Will Turner welcome back. Ms. Swann welcome aboard" Jones said
Henry looked at Carina who shrugged. Henry decided to speak up.
"Captain Jones, my name is Henry Turner and this is my friend Carina Barbossa" Henry corrected.
"Henry!" Carina snapped at him sharply.
"Opps?"
The smile on Davy Jones' face fell before frowning at his crewmen.
"Where be yer father then lad?" the tentacly captain asked
This time Henry stayed silent.
"Stubborn just like yer father and grandfather lad" Jones said and turned to he men.
"Take the lass to the brig Coleman, the Turner boy will be down later." Jones told the man.
Henry looked up at the Captain in anger and leapt to his feet. His hands were free from the rope that he had somehow managed to untie.
Henry jumped at Jones, with flying fists. Henry got in a good few punches before his captors pulled him off their Captain.
Henry's hands were once again tethered together behind his back, but instead of rope, the two men turned sea creatures used shackles.
Jones watched as the lad struggled to free himself from the man that was holding him still. A quick punch to his gut put a stop to that.
Henry let out a grunt before watching Coleman take his friend away.
"She is safe from harm for now" Henry thought.
He slumped down to the floor of the cabin.
The lad had a spark in him. A spark Jones had seen only in a few people, including himself.
It was the spark of a Pirate's bravery, a spark of defiance, a spark of a rash and of an impetuous pirate.
Henry kept his eyes on the floor of the cabin.
"What are you going to do with me and Carina, Jones?" The lad asked quietly but loud enough for Jones to hear.
Startled from his thoughts, Jones stared at the young man.
"Ye and the lass are now bait, lad. Ye young Turner are going to be put to work. Anything ye do wrong or not do at all will result in punishment. You can ask yer grandfather what he did to yer father when he dropped a cannon on me crew"
Henry looked up at Jones with a confused look. "My grandfather is dead. Beckett killed him" Henry said.
"Not that Grandfather Boy! Yer father's father!"
"Grandfather Turner is dead Captain Jones" Henry tried to argue
Jones was getting frustrated with his captive. Jones grabbed the boy with his tentacly hand and dragged him to the main deck.
"Maccus!"
The crewmen called Maccus ran up to the Captain.
"Aye sir?" Maccus said
"Fetch Turner" Jones said.
"Aye sir"
The two waited for Maccus to come back.
Maccus came back shortly followed by another man.
"Ah Bootstrap. I would like to introduce you to your grandson" Jones said as he pulled Henry in front of him.
Bill Turner looked at his captain before looking down at Will's son.
"Henry Turner?"
"Aye Grandfather" Henry said pulling himself up to his feet.
"Bootstrap put yer grandson in the brig. And also tell him what you did to his father"