A/N: Ciao!

Before it slips my mind... Thanks to LadyAmazon who has started to follow me! I'm touched! ^^

So here's the 7th chap and blaa blaa... You must be sick of my blabber. I only say more that enjoy and hope you like the first chapter I wrote as the Dutchman as my setting :D Oh, and again I used one deleted scene in this chap. I am not 100% sure are the lines accurate, but... This is what I came up with in my search.

~lindam2254

The men found from the wreck had been placed in a line, sitting on the deck of it waiting. Will glanced over at the sailors who were all trembling with fear, one of them holding a crucifix in his hands.

Will sighed until then he saw one of Jones' men, the one with a head of a hammerhead, walk over and he was carrying limb Eve on his shoulder. Will gasped and straightened as the crewman then slung her on the deck quite forcefully, Will's eyes following as her body landed next to him, her head turning to the side toward him. Will saw she was out cold.

"Eve?" he called, pushing the hair out of her face as lifted her head. She didn't answer and her eyes stayed closed. "Eve? Eve?"

But then Will heard a strange tapping coming closer. And as he directed his wondering gaze to the direction of it, he then watched in brief awe as there was a man walking from the water on the deck. Davy Jones.

Will watched him approach. Staring at him with hard eyes, until his head whipped down again as Eve moved her eyelids, her eyes then snapping open by the sound. Will stared now at her.

"Eve?" he called again. But Eve didn't answer, as slowly turned her head and glared at the captain of the Flying Dutchman. Davy Jones walked straight to the crewman who had dropped Eve on the deck just a minute ago.

"Six men still alive, the rest have moved on", the hammerhead said to his captain, who then directed his eyes at the sailors walking slowly past the men, Eve's eyes following him with cold stare. Will could guess what she was thinking.

But then Davy Jones stopped in front of a wailing sailor and bent down to him, now lighting a pipe as took the first inhale. Releasing the smoke on the man's face.

"Do you fear death? Do you fear that dark abyss?" Jones asked him, his closeness making the sailor even more horrified.

Eve glanced at the man who was squeezing his eyes shut, trembling all the time more. She wrinkled her brows.

"All your deeds laid bare. All your sins punished. I can offer you an escape", Jones continued. And now Eve saw the trembling stop abruptly and the man lifted his gaze meeting Jones' own. The sailor's eyes reflected hope.

But then Eve was surprised as one brave voice spoke up, and she and Will glanced at the man holding the Christian crucifix.

"Don't listen to him!" he said quickly, avoiding Jones' eyes as they shot to look at him enraged.

Jones then walked over to him, directing a stare straight on his face as then slashed the crab claw at him, pinning his neck between its jaws. Eve flinched.

"Do you not fear death?" Jones asked casually, turning the man's head around as took another inhale from the pipe. The man answered his gaze a bit hesitant, but his voice was secure even it was overcome by suppressed fear.

"I'll take my chances sir."

Jones then looked up to his crewman guarding the man. "To the depths", he ordered. And Eve and Will then watched in horror as the crewman raised a sword, cutting the sailor's neck.

Eve closed her eyes in disgust as Will turned away, the crewman starting to laugh as the body of the man was dropped in the water over the railing. But then another voice called out as surprisingly.

"You cold blackguard!" one of the sailors accused, looking up to Jones with hateful eyes. Jones stopped next to him looking back rather indifferently.

"Life is cruel", Jones answered, now tapping his pipe against his claw, his voice then rising in sudden anger as then gazed over the other men. "Why should afterlife be any different?! I offer you a choice. Join my crew, and postpone the judgment. One hundred years before the mast. Will ye serve?"

Eve wrinkled her brows in disgust and hate. A choice? Die or serve was the choice he offered? Eve did not see what Calypso had ever loved in this overall cruel, wicked man who had stepped away from the path the touch of destiny had given him to follow. Which Calypso had given him. And the result was this.

Jones had now stopped in front of another man, examining him closely. The man looked thoughtful, but eventually he raised his gaze meeting Jones' own.

"I will serve", he answered slightly smiling, but his voice shattered. Jones made a fake smile his crew laughing.

"You are a monster! Why should anyone make the choice of becoming as corrupted and cruel hearted as you!" Eve then exclaimed, shocking Will as she suddenly stood up and faced Jones with no trace of fear on her face. But instead she was staring at Jones with those cold scary eyes which Will had seen before. The eyes which showed the true wrath of a Goddess.

Even Will had tried to yank Eve back down, his hand was now frozen in middle of the movement by Eve's expression, it slowly falling back down on his lap as he stared at the girl his brows up in astonishment. Eve's features were consumed by suppressed rage. And Will could've sworn he heard even louder strikes of thunder hit above them, threatening the rain start to fall again.

Jones was also frozen on his spot, but now met Eve's gaze as furious and walked even slower to the girl, Eve lifting up her jaw proudly. She didn't fear him at all. But then Eve made a small mocking smile.

"Oh, forgive me", she said her voice full of ice. "I forgot you don't have one. A heart. My mistake."

Will saw Jones flinch slightly, as he was shocked by the fact that Eve apparently knew about the chest. Until Jones then glared at Eve, but after a long pause made a smile himself.

"Either do you, I hear", he answered as coldly. "I recall of taking it myself as a token of your loyalty. You have a debt to pay, Miss. Rodrigués. Have you come to pay it?"

Eve didn't answer at fist. Just stared at Jones, disgusted by those greyish yellow tentacles which were reaching out to her face.

"No", she finally said. "I will never say yes to you. You killed my son to make me part of your crew. But I tell you know, I will never surrender to serve a man whose so called mercy reaches only to the boundary between death and slavery."

Will noticed the crewmen now glance between Eve and Jones hesitantly. So did Jones, and flashing an angry look at Eve he then lifted a locket from his pocket.

Eve glanced at it and shock was seen in her eyes. And next Will saw Eve's whole body twitch and then letting out a breath of pain she then fell on her knees, grabbing her shirt in agony. Will was horrified as he had no idea what was happening.

"Eve!" he exclaimed, but couldn't rush to get her up as Jones' crewman stopped him. Eve was gasping for air and her body twitched more, as that same piercing pain took over her again. Jones now had cold expression on his face.

"You will serve, Miss. Rodrigués. As long as I have a hold of your heart and the curse remains on you, you will eventually say yes and pay the debt your father has against me", Jones said matter-of-factly.

Eve gave him a glare spite the pain. Jones squinted.

"No! Stop!" Will exclaimed as saw in how much pain Eve suddenly was. "Let her be!"

Then with a breath Eve was released from the pain, the painful beats of the heart vanishing and she slumped forward, leaning on her arms as breathed heavily. Will stopped struggling against the crewman, staring at her in panic.

"Eve?" he called out who knew how many time so far, seeing her now drag herself still slightly panting on her seat next to him, meeting his eyes. Will turned to her worried as was released from the guard's grip.

"Are you alright?" he asked, really worried because that earlier scene had scared him. "What was that?"

Will had never seen something like that happen before and so now took a hold of her shoulders, leaning lower to see her face better. But Eve then lifted her left eyebrow as a familiar conventional gesture smiling at him, placing a hand on his.

"Always with the same questions", she teased, but then sighed and nodded. "Yes, Will. I am alright now."

Will looked relieved. But then his face turned weird as Davy Jones spotted him, glancing at the other sailors comparing.

"You are neither dead or dying. What is your purpose here?" Jones demanded, exchanging a look with the shark face and stepping closer to Will. Eve turned tense immediately and she directed a glare at him, now sitting up properly. Will didn't seem to want to answer.

"Jack Sparrow sent me to settle his debt", he answered finally, but quickly and reluctantly, avoiding Jones' gaze in thoughts until then just tilted his head.

Eve gave him a look as lifted up her eyebrows. But at the same moment she then suddenly got it. The reason why Jack had asked her to go with Will to search the Dutchman…Oh, she would kill Jack for this.

Jones seemed to be surprised, but then Eve reckoned him to turn rather insulted as met Will's eyes again, leaning closer.

"What is your purpose here?" he asked again, confirming. Will gave Eve a glance.

"Jack Sparrow… sent me to settle his debt", Will repeated insecurely, not quite knowing what he meant by this remark in the end, as glanced to his sides after meeting Jones' gaze.

Will looked even more confused and thoughtful as Jones then just nodded his head, now even looking slightly amused under his anger and let out a dry laugh.

"Did he now?" he asked, then looking at Will and Eve sharply. "I'm sorely tempted to accept that offer!"

"That coward!" Eve then said to herself, shaking her head smiling, talking about Jack obviously.

Will directed questionable look on her face, but saw that Eve wasn't at all amused. Her smile was bitter. Then Eve shrugged her brows.

"He tricked us. Very clever… Well I guess a Sparrow or any bird cannot get rid of its feathers in the end…"

"What do you mean?" Will asked. Eve turned to give him a tired look. Really, Will didn't get it yet?

"Jack sent us here to settle the score with Jones as you said yourself!" Eve answered, narrowing her eyes. "He told you to say you came here to settle his debt, so isn't it obvious? Jack sent you here to be the payment to Jones instead of his soul! I should've known this immediately he asked me to come with you, as it turns out he concluded Jones to accept also my soul even more eagerly instead of his own, as I already was in debt to him. Same goes with you, except that you don't owe anything but were just a mere bait. He fooled us, Will."

As Eve stared at Will, there was a flicker of dismay on his face as he thought a moment. Then he realized and shot a death glare toward the Black Pearl. Will squeezed his fingers into fists.

"I should've seen this", he said, his voice strained for emotion. Negative no doubt. "I should've realized Jack will never do anything for others, unless he gains something from it."

Eve tilted her head crossing her arms. "That's Jack for you…"

Jones was then standing in front of them for a moment measuring, until then he suddenly turned around slowly. A glare on his face.

Both Eve and Will gasped as all of a sudden he vanished, only to appear then on the deck of the Black Pearl, startling Jack who dropped the telescope he had used to spy what was going on at the wreck.

Jack's mouth twitched as he took a step back, glancing around nervously as he saw Jones' men take a hold of his crew, who let some horrified sounds as the crewmen's slippery, disgusting hands grabbed them. Holding their as disgusting weapons on their throats. Jack directed a nervous look on his left, then meeting Jones face to face again.

"Oh", escaped through his lips. Jones stared at him.

"You have a debt to pay", he stated glaring. "For thirteen years you've been the captain of the Black Pearl, that was our agreement!"

Jones took threatening steps toward Jack who backed away his eyes wide, then lifting up a finger.

"Technically I was only captain for two years then I was viciously mutinied upon…" Jack answered, trying to create an honest expression on his face. But Jones wasn't that kind of a man to feel compassionate.

"Then you were a poor captain but a captain nonetheless!" Jones said back, now stepping past Jack as made a small stroll on the deck, mocking him. "Have you not introduced yourself all these years as Captain Jack Sparrow?"

Jack directed a nervous look at Jones direction as Jones' crew laughed around the deck, Jack looking like a child being caught on a cookie jar. Until then he thought a moment, turning.

"You have my payment. Two and not only one soul to serve on your ship are both already over there! And I did you a favor mate. I saved you the trouble of finding that little Goddess girlie yourself to pay her debt against you by sending her over to you just now!" Jack answered matter-of-factly as waved toward the wreck, stepping in front of Jones. But Jones didn't look pleased.

"One soul is not equal to another!" Jones answered shaking his tentacle filled head, meeting Jack's gaze again. "Not even two…"

"Aha! So we've established my proposal is sound in principle, and now we're just haggling over price!" Jack exclaimed, making a faked grin as tried to win time. Jones looked confused.

"Price?" he stated questionably. Jack then looked somewhat cunning as leaned closer to Jones.

"Just how many souls do you think my soul is worth?" he asked, slightly even smiling. But then Jones looked amused himself, glancing at his crew.

"One hundred souls. Three days!" he answered completely serious as his crew laughed again. Jack made a grin, which was obviously fake.

"You're a diamond mate. Send me back the boy and the girl and I'll get started right off", Jack then said smiling, turning around and walked away from Jones.

But the shark headed crewman stopped him with a snarl. Jack stuck out his tongue for disgust.

"I keep the boy, a good faith payment!" Jones said back, glancing again at his men. "That leaves you only 99 more to go."

Jones laughed as did his crew. Jack froze.

"But you said nothing about Evie", he said once again making a smile, but Jones' face made it vanish. "As you said I have 99 more souls to go, that must then mean I get Evie back, don't it? She wasn't even meant to be there honest. Just a moment of whim really…"

"The girl is beyond your claims Sparrow!" Jones said, making Jack's face drop. "She has a debt to pay as do you, and is not included into this agreement. She came to me willingly, not because you forced her. So the girl also stays. 99 souls in three days as said."

Jack then thought a moment until figured something out, stepping toward Jones again. "Alright, keep the girl. But have you not met Will Turner?" he inquired, coming closer. "He's noble and heroic, a terrific soprano… He's worth at least four, maybe three and a half… And did I happen to mention he's in love… with a girl…"

Jones looked at Jack sharply as he just examined Jones his brows up, starting to circle Jones as spoke. "…Due to be married. Betrothed. Dividing him from her and her from him would only be half as cruel as actually allowing them to be joined in holy matrimony, eh?"

There was emotion on Jones' face as he let his gaze drift to the direction of the wreck. But as quickly as that emotion had appeared it disappeared, him giving Jack unmoved glance over his shoulder and then directed his gaze forward unyielding.

"I keep the boy, 99 souls", he repeated, his men laughing as Jack looked slightly disappointed his plan didn't work out. "Besides your words are pointless, if the boy is not separated at all from that wench of his…" Jones continued then.

Jack gave him an odd look. But then he realized.

"No, no, no. Evie is not…" Jack started in denial, but then was interrupted as Jones turned around to face him.

"But I wonder Sparrow…" he started, looking amused a little then faking different compassionate faces as spoke. "… can you live with this? Can you condemn an innocent man, a friend, to a lifetime of servitude in your name while you roam free?"

Jack looked a bit awkward until then thought a moment, flashing a smile as brushed off Jones accusations, nodding his head. "Yep. I'm good with it. Shall we seal it in blood, I mean… ink?"

Jack's smile vanished as without a word said Jones then grabbed his right hand with his own, a tentacle smoothing Jack's palm and sending shivers along his back as he stared at Jones his mouth open.

"Three days!" Jones repeated yet again, then after a second yanked his own hand off Jack's a bit arduously, before then turned away returning to his ship. His crewmen started to pull away as well, laughing quietly.

"Three days…" they repeated between the laughs, Jack's crew making horrified expressions as their holders started to vanish into the shadows. Jack was standing stiff, staring at his right hand which was covered with slime. The black spot vanishing from it.

Eve's eyes snapped open after she broke the connection with the water she had used to see what was happening at the other side. She took in a breath until wrinkled her eyebrows. That scoundrel of Jack! Eve swore that for everything she just heard him say to Jones in order to wiggle himself out of the deal, she would shoot him. This time permanently.

Will saw the anger on her face and touched her arm, waking her from her thoughts.

"What was going on out there?" he asked, nodding toward the Pearl. Eve just sighed and met his eyes.

"Jack sold you out Will. And discarded me in the hands of Jones. Nothing very surprising when you think of it…" she answered as then Jones came back, once again appearing on the deck of the wreck out of thin air, and commanded his men to take the prisoners to the ship.

Eve was close to freak out momentarily as she was suddenly grabbed and forced to stand, and in a blink of an eye one of the crewmen closed her between his slimy arms. And before Eve could protest or kick him off her they had transported on the deck of the Dutchman.

Eve glanced around in shock as did Will and the other sailors, as they also appeared on the deck with the crewmen. Immediately they were started to shout out orders, and having no other choice they obeyed. Not either having any clue what would happen next.

Sad organ music filled the air as the Dutchman sailed forward, Jones' men and the new recruits working under a downpour of rain.

Eve listened to the music while she worked and she could feel herself fill with sadness and pity. The music was full of pain, she could hear it. And she could guess why.

Eve was commissioned to the mast as she was the most accustomed to work in the higher places. She saw Will pulling up a cannon with the other members of the crew, consistent 'heave' exclaim shouted from the deck below her. Eve walked along the sail, trying not to slip as was making her way back down. She had done her job and could go back on the firm deck. In such rain it was dangerous to hang around the mast.

Bo'sun was shouting out orders even now. Then one of them concerned Will.

"Secure of the tail of the mainsail tackle Mr. Turner!" he exclaimed and Will looked over his shoulder at him, until ran to fill the order.

Eve, who was using a rope to get down then noticed another man also running to the same direction as Will, also fulfilling the order just given. She wrinkled her brows. The Bo'sun had called out Turner. Not anyone else, so why was he going to mix it all up?

Eve followed as Will ran up the stairs, the other man being quicker and reached the mainsail tackle before him, Will soon arriving to take the rope from the man.

"Step aside!" Will exclaimed grabbing the rope, but the other didn't obey. Instead he yanked the rope to himself.

"Mind yourself!" the man answered annoyed. But then both of them happened to look at each other, and Eve who was examining them now saw the man's face fill with doubt. He was shocked.

Will answered his gaze questionably, until then the man let go of the rope. Eve got startled as she then saw Will trying to grasp it, but only got dragged through the upper deck and ended up down on the main with the cannon, sending many crewmen falling down. The organ music stopped abruptly.

"Will!" Eve exclaimed and landed quickly next to the man who was standing there still in a daze. All the crewmen had stopped working now and Eve met the man's confused gaze momentarily until then hurried to the stairs, watching Will still laying on the deck a bit out of it because of the hard hit he had got.

Bo'sun now stepped forth pointing at Will. "Haul that weevil to his feet!" he ordered angrily, other crewmen hurrying over and grabbing Will, forcing him to stand and dragged him against the rigging.

Eve's eyes widened as she realized what was about to happen.

"Five lashes to remind you…to stay on 'em!" Bo'sun shouted, lifting up a whip. Eve gasped.

"No!" she exclaimed, but was stopped before she could reach Will. But Bo'sun was also stopped by the same man who had ran up with Will.

"No!" also him suddenly exclaimed, holding back the whip and Eve directed a questionable look at him. Why did he stop him?

"Impeding me in my duties!" Bo'sun stated, staring at the other man in fury. "You'll share punishment!"

Then he directed a glance at Eve. "You'll get your share too, if you speak a word against!" he continued, taking a warning step toward her as gave a hard stare in Eve's eyes.

Eve wrinkled her brows at him despising. But now more clear minded Will then twitched, sending her a look.

"No!" now Will exclaimed in turn struggling, being forced still by the crewmen holding him. Eve gave him a helpless look as she was slowly let go.

"I'll take it all!" the man responsible for Will's punishment said then completely serious, as his eyes had visited Eve briefly. Eve looked at him in wonder. Then there was the familiar sound of tapping coming from behind them and Eve got chills.

"Will you now?" Davy Jones' voice asked and everybody turned to look at the captain, who had arrived to see what the noise had been about. "And what would prompt such an act of charity?" he continued, coming to the man and stared at him intensely. The man hesitated.

"My son…" he said back, then turning to look at Will. "He's my son."

Eve's eyes widened and she stared at the man, until let her eyes wander from him to Will. Will also now directed astonished and questionable look at this man who revealed to be his father, pulling himself a bit free from the crewmen's hold.

Eve saw such great confusion on Will's face and she couldn't believe it herself. This was Will's father? But he was dead! Except then when Eve thought about it, she suddenly remembered the story she and Will had heard from Pintel two years ago in the brig of the Black Pearl. So this man… was Bootstrap Bill. William Turner senior.

Eve let out a sigh as saw Jones glance also now between Bootstrap and Will, who were staring at each other. Then Jones let out a laugh which made new shivers run along Eve's skin.

"What fortuitous circumstance be this!" Jones exclaimed, looking at Bootstrap until turned back to take the whip. "Five lashes been owed. I believe it is."

Eve watched then as Jones was handing Will's father the whip. Eve let out a breath of disgust as she saw him shake his head.

"No. No I won't!" he exclaimed in denial, as Jones gave him indifferent look. Eve was again stopped as she tried to walk.

"The cat's out of the bag Mr. Turner! Your issue will feel its sting be it the Bo'sun's hand, or by your own", Jones answered, staring at Bootstrap with no sign of pity on his face.

Eve made a twitch as looked at Will worried who answered her gaze, until Eve whipped her head around again to see his father once again shake his head.

"No", he breathed, Jones making angry squint.

"Bo'sun!" he called, giving the whip back to its original owner. But Will's father stopped him.

"NO!" he exclaimed again, now indeed taking the whip into his own hand.

Eve was seized by terror, as she now turned to see how Will's shirt was ripped open after the vest was removed from him. Revealing the bare back for his father to start the lash at. Eve couldn't watch this anymore.

"Will!" she shouted, but couldn't take any more than two steps as she was hold back again, grabbed from her waist as she met Will's eyes. "No, Will! No!"

"You shut your trap, or do you want to have five yourself?!" the crewman holding Eve hissed in her ear, pulling her closer.

Eve sent a glare to him and to the other crewmen who only laughed at her. But then she directed a pleading look at Will's father who returned it, but didn't move a muscle to stop even there was clear pain on his face.

Eve shook her head, but then only could follow in horror as Bootstrap begun, Jones watching contended next to him. For each lash Will received from the whip Eve jolted. Watching that felt like she would've indeed felt the lashes on her own flesh, and she just stood there. Feeling horrible. Feeling nostalgic. Will's cries of pain sounded as horrible and Eve just let out breaths of frustration. And only two lashes had been given.

Eve sent a fuming, despising look at Jones, who clearly seemed to enjoy the scene staring at Will smiling. But then as finally the whipping was over, Will was brutally dragged to the stairs.

Eve forced herself free by kicking the crewman holding her back as rushed after him, following as Will was just thrown down to the lower deck.

"You had it easy boy!" one of the crewmen shouted amused, others laughing at his remark as walked away. Eve reached the railing and looked down in pity as saw those ugly red wounds on Will's back, who was trying to stand up. Eve knew what kind of pain he felt. She rushed down, grabbing Will as pulled him up.

"Will?" she called, directing a worried look on his face as Will's a bit wandering eyes then met hers. She saw he was hurt. More than just from his back. But then Bootstrap was there to help his son too.

"Will…" also he called, and Eve then saw fury flash on Will's face as he pulled away from both of them, rushing forward.

"I don't need your help!" he exclaimed, swaying a little and leaned on a cannon, panting slightly as tried to hide the obvious pain.

Eve glanced at his father sadly. But then she walked over to Will, not caring if he didn't want her help or not.

"Will?" she called again gently, but then became more serious. "Stay still. Let me see…"

"I'm fine Eve", Will said back annoyed, staring forward. But Eve gave him hard stare and landed a light hit on his back.

Will's hardly put on poker face fell and he made a grimace, uttering a sound of agony.

"You are not fine. Have you seen what your back looks like?" Eve said then stating, until sighed and untied the scarf from her hip, starting to wipe the blood away. "Obviously you haven't so I tell you… It's not very pretty sight. And I know that if you won't let me look at those scars, you'll be in even more pain later. Let's say I talk for experience…"

Will's annoyed expression then vanished for a moment after hearing Eve's last words. He directed a questionable look into Eve's eyes, who answered it sadly until then smiled a bit, nodding.

"Come on tough guy. Let me see", Eve said and now Will gave up, sitting down and letting Eve clean the scars. Him still twitching as the wet cloth touched the sensitive marks of the whip. Bootstrap was still standing there helpless, and then stepped forth after examining the two.

"The Bo'sun prides himself on cleaving flesh from bone!" Bootstrap said as stepped toward Will, him giving him a hateful look. "With every swing."

Eve glanced at Bootstrap. Will lifted his face to meet his father's eyes, his own furious.

"So I'm to understand what you did was an act of compassion!?" he exclaimed back, his eyes flaming. Eve wrinkled her brows, as Bootstrap looked only helplessly back at his son.

"Will…" Eve stated with a calming tone to hold him back a bit. Eve had also been shocked for what his father did, but now after the moment being over she understood the reason why he had done it. Of course Will was allowed to be angry, but he went a bit overboard. Bootstrap's face was sincere.

"Yes", he answered. But then turned his eyes away in shame.

Will stared at him, his face softening for a brief moment until he then let out a snort, still eventually starting to calm down as he also started to think a little. He flinched again as Eve swept over the worst scar. Eve made a face.

"Sorry…"

"Then I guess I am my father's son", Will then stated after a break, meeting his father's eyes. "For nearly two years now I've told myself I killed you. To save you", he continued looking away now.

Eve wrinkled her brows. Yes that was true. She had heard him say this before many times.

"Killed me?" Bootstrap asked.

"I lifted the curse you were under, knowing it would mean you death", Will continued. "But at least you didn't suffer a fate handed to you by Barbossa."

Will then made another wince as he stretched himself a bit, feeling his wounds protest. Eve sighed.

"Hold still!" she said, giving him light smack on the shoulder. Will glanced at her until his father spoke.

"Who's Barbossa?" he asked, now both Will and Eve looking up to him questionable.

"Barbossa", Will repeated serious. "The man who condemned you to a life in bottom of the ocean."

Bootstrap gazed to the sides confused for a while until stepped forth. "Those who've done things to you, you tend to forget. It's the things you've done to others… those are the things that hang on", he answered, looking into Will's eyes.

But then the three were surprised as the same crewman who had hold Eve back earlier, preventing her to intervene with the punishment, now walked past them. Directing his nasty eyes at Eve, whose hand stopped as she answered the man's gaze. He had had a large shell coming out of his waist, but now he was holding it in his hands, Eve concluding she had kicked it off as had ran after Will. Eve saw from his eyes that he thirsted revenge, and he then indeed pointed at her.

"You will pay for this you wench!" he said threateningly, extending the shell toward Eve.

She only gave it a disgusted glance until met the crewman's eyes again, now standing up slowly and giving him a cold glare, managing to make him jolt a little for fear. But he only then pointed at her again.

"When you become part of this crew, I'm gonna have some fun with you! Or even sooner if I feel like it! And there's no one to protect you here! No one!"

Then he left laughing, Eve making a twitch as she saw an eel lifting its head close to his face, attached to the crewman's back. Eve watched him vanish until let out a sigh. Perfect. She had an enemy already. This was going to be fun.

"What was that about?" Will's voice then asked as he stood up, stepping next to Eve and looking questionable as leant on the cannon. He was still slightly wobbly. Eve sighed again and met his gaze.

"It was nothing. I just happened to kick off his… shell as ran after you", Eve answered simply and pushed Will back down, who only gave her suspicious glance. Bootstrap then cut in too looking rather worried.

"Cripple won't let it go so easily", he said then, looking at Eve who met his eyes. "He'll most probably will achieve his threat, as you have made him angry and he most likely does what he told you. He has always paid back the ones causing him humiliation."

Eve felt her chest tighten for nervousness, but she then only nodded looking down. Starting to wipe Will's wounds again. Will looked terrified of some sort.

"You mean he's made Eve his eyesore?" he asked his voice tense. "Is he going to hurt her?"

"No one's going to hurt me!" Eve then said louder, cutting Will off and gave his confused face a smile. "I'm not that good girl to let him do whatever he pleases with me. You know that."

"But Eve…" Will tried like always not caring for her sarcasm, but Eve gave his back another gentle smack, making him shut up. Eve lifted her eyebrow as made amused smile.

"You want to continue that phrase?" she asked, then uttering low amused laugh as Will shook his head.

"Not really. Because you probably kill me if I do."

"Good. Because when exactly you are going to get it in your stubbornly worrying head William Turner, that I can take care of myself? Really I never get tired to wait that day to come…"

Will looked at Eve's face and then made amused half grin, turning his head away, until then gave her a sharp look as winced once more for pain. "You're doing that on purpose aren't you?" he asked jokingly but his eyes narrowed. "Are you paying back to me for something I have no memory of? Because if you are, you could do it some other way than on my skin's expense…"

Eve let out a sigh. "No. But you're just a typical man who cannot stand even slight pain without whining."

Then both of them were surprised as they heard Will's father start to laugh amused. They gave him a look. Bootstrap smiled.

"Forgive me but… you two seem so close that listening to you really made me recall the past…" he answered. And after Eve and Will exchanged a look they looked away again, as Bootstrap's remark had made them feel uncomfortable.

Eve then let out contended sigh and stood up, squeezing the scarf which was consumed by both rainwater and Will's blood.

"All done!" she declared and gave Will a smile. "Your back is going to hurt awhile, but the rain is good for the wounds. It keeps them clean at least for now until we possibly can find some cloth to cover them with."

"Thank you Eve", Will said smiling back, Eve helping him up as then she crouched to wash the scarf in the water gathered on the deck.

But then as she stood, she noticed Bootstrap staring at her in a same kind of daze as back then when he had met Will. Eve lifted an eyebrow.

"But I do know you…" he whispered, then making both Eve and Will confused again as he stepped closer examining Eve. "I know you Miss. From where I do not know but… I know you…"

Will stared at his father in awe. Why was it that everybody seemed to know Eve? How was that even possible?

Eve was as confused and then tilted her head slightly, narrowing her eyes. "Mr. Turner I… I do not believe you know me", she answered, her voice still hesitant. "This the first time we meet."

Then as if waking up from a daze Bootstrap then gasped, shaking his head and gave Eve apologetic smile.

"Yes, indeed forgive me Miss. Of course we do not know each other. But your face just feels familiar, as if I've seen it before…" he remarked, then turning away after Eve just nodded her head. Now Bootstrap walked over to Will smiling.

"You look good son", he said, examining Will a little. Will just answered his gaze until nodded, not looking at his father at first. Bootstrap nodded in turn and made a smile, as he understood his son's reluctance to speak.

"I thought you were dead", Will then said after a long break, finally meeting his father's eyes seriously. "I didn't know anything about you, until years later after your disappearance I learned you truly were a pirate. Why didn't you tell me?"

Bootstrap looked helpless again as took a step away. Eve thought that to be the signal for her to leave, but surprisingly Bootstrap stopped her.

"No, no Miss. Please stay. I want you to hear this too, so that it can be proved do I speak from an honest heart or not…" he said, giving Eve a look as she then nodded again, even had weird expression on her face at first. Also Will gave her a quick look until met his father's truly sincere eyes. He looked sorry.

"William, I am sorry for leaving you and your mother. But it was the right thing to do. And I regret of making you live your years in doubt not knowing much about me, but it was the right thing to do as well. You were so young, Will. And letting you or your mother know who William Turner truly was would've put you under the threat of being judged by my crimes. That is why I hid my true occupation and left you. Forgive me, William…" Bootstrap said.

Eve felt his sincere words make her feel somewhat nostalgic sadness. Yes, Eve was the one who knew his words to be true. She had also been judged by her father's actions, no matter was she innocent or not in the eyes of law.

Bootstrap did notice Eve's compassionate expression. He then made a sad smile as looked at Will again, who only stood there staring back at him measuring. In thoughts and hesitating clearly, as the expression changed on his face. But after a moment Will just sighed, closing his eyes momentarily.

"I am not angry to you", He then said gazing at the deck in thoughts, until eventually looked at his father. "And I understand why you did what you did just now up on the deck. And I won't blame you for it. But these past two years I've been thinking you're dead and… It is taking some time for me to completely accept this…"

Bootstrap smiled nodding. "I understand. But now, shall we walk a bit and I can tell you something about me you've wanted to know these past years?"

Bootstrap then turned to walk under the deck, Will following, but Eve didn't. She had the courtesy of knowing when she wasn't wanted, especially if it was the matter of a family. Will would talk to her about it if he wanted later. That's why she only smiled and was about to turn away, until Bootstrap's voice called out to her.

"William here tells me you're really close friend to him", he said, and Eve met his eyes puzzled slightly until saw him smile. "And that you also know a thing or two about me, and have been as confused about the matter as my son. So I'd like you to hear my story as well, as you are so important to Will and probably want some answers yourself."

Eve was a bit dumbfounded as she let her gaze drift from Bootstrap to Will, until shook her head. "No. I cannot possibly…" she started. But Will cut in walking to her.

"I also want you to hear this", he said smiling a bit, then cocking an eyebrow looking rather regretful. "I've told you lot of things concerning my father and my life that haven't necessarily been essential for you to know. So come and hear this. I want you to understand as well…"

"But he is your father Will. Shouldn't you talk to him yourself first before involving me into it?"

"Please Eve."

Will took Eve's hand, who only gave him that same brow-lifting as always in such situations. But then she just sighed, and with an eye-roll let Will take her to Bootstrap.

"You truly have no sense of situational awareness…" Eve said quietly to herself. But Will heard it and gave her over confused look.

"What?"

"Oh nothing, nothing at all!"

They then walked under the deck, Will putting on his vest given by his father, as Bootstrap then continued his story.

"100 hundred years before the mast… Losing who you were, bit by bit. Till you end up, like poor Wyvern here", he started, and as they stopped he pointed at the wall next to Will. But it wasn't just a normal wall, but there was a man attached to it. Well… Not man but what was left of him as he had started to… engulf himself into the ship, as if becoming part of it.

Will wrinkled his brows and Eve just shook her head.

"Once you've sworn an oath to the Dutchman there's no leaving it", Bootstrap continued, now meeting Will's gaze who turned back looking thoughtful. "Not until your debt's being paid."

Eve felt her chest become tight as she now glanced at the Wyvern named man on the wall. She made a face. Was that what was waiting for her? Was that her future? She had a debt to pay. Debt her father left her and there was probably no way of escaping it. Who knew if she ever got out of this ship anymore after getting trapped on it once.

"I've sworn no oath", Will then answered his father, shaking his head a bit in denial. Then Bootstrap turned his somewhat relieved eyes at Eve who gasped out of her gloomy thoughts, making a small smile.

"Me neither", she said. "But I have a bebt to pay. My father left me stuck with his bond, and now I have been cursed over it. But I have no intention of accepting the servitude."

"Jones stole Eve's heart and has it as a insurance for her to say yes and join the crew to pay the debt", Will confirmed, his father lifting his brows looking surprised. "Without it Eve's soul is bound to wander to a new life after another, as long as she keeps on dying. She never truly dies. Only her body does."

Eve nodded as he met Bootstrap's eyes, revealing the scar on her chest. But then Bootstrap's eyes widened for realization.

"Was it you then… the young woman Jones captured over two years back?" he then asked. "That young English noblewoman who Jones robbed off her heart and put a curse upon? Are you that same woman, Miss?"

Eve nodded again smiling a bit, as Bootstrap examined her from head to toe in doubt for her so much different appearance. Eve titled her head. "I look very different in a dress", she specified. Bootstrap nodded too until then continued, looking both of them next seriously.

"But if you have not sworn any oath you are not bound to this ship. Then you must get away, both of you!" he whispered, gazing mostly at Will. But Will then only dag his pocket to pull out the cloth scroll where the drawing of the key was.

"Not until we've found this", he answered, now opening the cloth for his father to see. "The key."

Then Eve gasped, her head whipping to look at the wall where old Wyvern's eyes suddenly snapped open by the mention of the key, him then forcing himself off the wall. Holding up the lantern attached to his hand. Now too Will turned to see him and Eve wrinkled her forehead as saw the once man's brain been stuck in the wall, separating from his head. Wyvern stared at the cloth with wide eyes.

"The dead man's chest", he breathed, gazing now upon the three. Will stepped closer expectantly.

"What do you know of this?" he asked, meeting the old man's gaze before he turned his stiff neck, looking away wondering.

"Open the chest with the key and stab the heart", Wyvern mused, but then looked hasty as hurried to correct. "No, no, no, no. Don't stab the heart. The Dutchman needs a living heart, or there'll be no captain. And if there's no captain, there's no one to have the key…" he told them emotionally. Eve saw a realization on Will's face.

"So the captain has the key?" he asked. Wyvern looked then awkward as if having talked too much. "Where is the key?" Will asked again.

"Hidden", Wyvern answered.

"Where is the chest?"

"Hidden."

After saying that Wyvern attached himself back in the wall, his eyes closing as if the life would've vanished from him completely. Well that could've been true, or he just fell in some kind of a slumber as a part of the ship. Eve examined him in thoughts.

"The Dutchman must always have a captain…" escaped through her lips imperceptibly. The two men gave her a questionable look, but only Will looked confused over the statement.

Eve then only smiled and shook her head. There was next a pause in the conversation, until Bootstrap then spoke again.

"Why are you looking for the chest?" he asked, now looking at both Will and Eve who gave him odd looks before meeting each other's gazes. Eve shrugged.

"We were between two fires. Still are. To retrieve a certain possession to save our dear one's life and condemn most probably many others, or retrieve yet another possession to save all of our lives and many others. That's pretty much it…" she said simply, not making much sense. But Will then directed a bit blue gaze on the deck understanding her words.

Bootstrap examined them awhile until then uttered a laugh, waking the two's attention.

"Well whatever the reason it sure is a good one. It made it possible for me to meet with my son…" Bootstrap said, then smiling at Will as put a hand on his shoulder. Also Will then answered his smile slightly, Eve just grinning contended as realized now being the true moment for her to exit.

But again as she was about to leave the two alone Bootstrap's hand stopped her, making her turn around in yet another confusion. Bootstrap looked now sad.

"I am sorry for your child", he then said, making Eve freeze for a moment as did Will a bit farther away. Bootstrap was sincere. "Because I reckon he was your son. The small one Jones threw in the ocean as put the curse over you. I am very sorry for your loss. I can only imagine what it feels to lose a child…"

Will gave his father a skeptical look for bringing that up so suddenly, until turned then his attention to Eve. Seeing her only stare at his father with slightly pained eyes. Until then she made a smile, brushing it off and nodded her head.

"Thank you Mr. Turner", she answered politely, giving him yet another smile but Will's father then laughed a little.

"Call me Bootstrap. Mr. turner is my son, not me", he said back glancing at Will. He smiled quickly back, until turned his worried eyes back to Eve who then made a fake smile as well and nodded, eventually turning away as walked back to the upper deck. The night was almost over.

A/N:

This was a bit longer chap. Thanks for reading once again. Only you guys make this possible! ;D

We are halfway through the second part! I cannot wait to publish the next chap which I wrote as the shocking twist in the plot. Well, of course it only depends on you do you see it like that when the time comes! :)