Chapter Two - Dead Man's Chest Part Two
Over the next couple days, Jack, Will, and the crew sailed the sea, keeping an eye out for the Flying Dutchman. Finally, the call came.
"Cap'n!" one of the crew shouted, getting Jack's attention and then pointing out towards the sea. "I think I see the Dutchman!"
Jack looked in the direction his crew member pointed.
After a few minutes of examination. "Aye, she be it!"
"So that's the Flying Dutchman, eh? She doesn't look like much," Will said.
Jack walked over to him. "Neither do you, Mr Turner. You'd do well to not underestimate her."
"Must've run afoul of the reef," Gibbs said.
"So what's your plan, Mr Turner?"
"I row over and search the ship until I find your bloody key."
"And if there are crew?" Jack asked.
"I cut down any in my path."
"I like it; simple, easy to remember." Jack said.
After Will left and began to row over to the other ship, Jack had all the lamps put out.
After a long wait, impatience finally filled Jack. He raised his spyglass towards the other ship, only to encounter a face with tentacles.
"Ah!" Jack said, dropping the spyglass only to find that the face with tentacles had appeared right in front of him, along with the crew of the Flying Dutchman whom quickly held Jack's crew members captive.
"Jack Sparrow. You've a debt to pay. You've been Captain of the Black Pearl for thirteen years." Davy Jones said, stepping towards Jack and backing him up.
Jack was trying desperately to maintain his composure.
"Technically, I was captain for 2 years and then visiously mutinied upon."
"Then you were a poor captain, but a captain nonetheless! Have you not introduced yeself for the past thirteen years as Captain Jack Sparrow?"
Jones's crew began to laugh.
"You already have my payment. One soul to serve on your ship is already over there."
"One soul is not equal to another."
"Aha! So we've admitted my offer is sound in principle, so now we're just haggling over price."
"Price?" Jack got closer to Jones.
"How many souls do you think mine is worth?" he asked, voice deepening subtly, watching Jones think.
"A hundred souls, three days."
"Just give me the boy back, and I'll be on me way." Jack began to walk away but a hammerhead shaped crew member stepped in front of Jack.
"No, the boy I keep as a good faith payment. That leaves you only ninety-nine to go."
Jack began to look uneasy.
"Have you not met Will Turner? He's noble, heroic, terrific soprano! He's worth at least four. Perhaps three and a half." He paused, feeling a strange tingling on the back of his neck. He shook it off and continued. "And did I happen to mention, he's in love. With a girl. Due to be married, betrothed. Splitting those two from each other would be twice as cruel as actually letting them bond in holy matrimony, aye?"
"Eh, I don't think so. I think it's kind of romantic. The pirate and the governor's daughter…. sounds like a cheesy romance novel." a slightly familiar voice rang out, causing everyone to look over. There standing on the rail of the ship, was a black haired, green eyed woman.
"Lady Persephone!" Gibbs exclaimed, being one of the first to recognize the woman.
At her name, recognition lit in many sailor's eyes.
"Ah, Lady Persephone… What are you doin' here?" Jack asked.
Jones just glared at the familiar woman, not saying anything.
Persephone just grinned. "Ah, I'm just hanging around, enjoying the entertainment you all provide me with. It gets really boring just waiting for time to pass. However, I am sorry to have interrupted you, Captain Jones. Please continue with your threats. I'll just sit here, twiddling my thumbs."
Davy Jones rolled his eyes. "After all of these years, your strangeness still amazes me… Jack Sparrow, ninety nine souls, three days. But I wonder, Sparrow, will you be able to live with this? Sacrificing a hundred lives and a friend for your own mangy a**?"
"Wait, I thought he already did when he led that Spaniard and his crew to his death." Persephone cut in again. Jones huffed and turned towards her after releasing Jack's hand from his tentacle hand.
"That was before he became Captain of the Black Pearl."
"Ah, okay. Never mind, carry on."
"Positive. I'm good with it. Shall we seal this in blood, err, ink?" Jack put in.
Jones motioned towards Persephone.
"With the princess of the sea here, there is no need for that. Three days, Sparrow, ninety-nine souls." Jones nodded his octopus head at Persephone before he and his crew returned back to his ship, taking Will Turner with them.
"Well, that was fun! Now, you have fun, deary Jack. Hate to see ya in Davy Jones's locker!" Persephone straightened from her slouched position and turned towards the see, raising a foot as if she was about to just step off.
"Wait!" Jack called. She paused but didn't turn. "What are you?"
"I am the Princess of the Sea, I believe you've been told that a couple times now. Toodles!"
And with that, she stepped off the Pearl and into the watery depths below.
"And don't forget my necklace!" was heard.
Looking over the rail, the crew saw a faint glow in the water right where Persephone had disappeared but nothing else. She was gone, again.