There was nothing more that Davy Jones warranted more than the ability to die. Death made life worth living and the afterlife made up for what was supposed to be an eternity, a reunion between souls that'd been previously lost. And he was cursed to an eternity in the physical realm.

"I've tried everything, my boy." Immediately Liam flinches as though he'd been slapped. Ignoring it he heaved in a deep breathe and continued. "Swords, knives, daggers, drowning, guillotines, there is not a cruel manner in which I have not dared yet to try to end my existence."

"But if you take me with you...," Killian spoke up hesitantly. "One day you'll have to watch me die." The skeletons knobby fingers were digging into his skin in a painful manner as he keeps on desperately trying to rid himself of the grip.

"There are many ways in which a person can live for much longer."

It became clearly evident that the man had cleverly thought out and calculated every part of this plan, from his immortality to Killian's mortality. Liam had not a slight clue or idea of what he should do next, something he hadn't ever experienced before. Life on the streets had one simple and basic principal, survive. Life in the navy had another few principals but he knew what exactly what he was supposed to do and when he was supposed to do it.

"They'd be unholy ways." Killian stated in a much firmer voice as he gave up on trying freeing himself. There'd always been murmurs about a Fountain that allegedly preserved youth with some dastardly consequences or some potions or spells of magical warlocks that could keep someone living but all had horrendous effects on the person. "You'd turn me into one of them!" He jerked his head in the direction of the skeleton army. "Do you think she, Geneva, my mum would want that?" Davy's face clenched up suddenly as though he was sucking on something sour. Realizing he'd struck more than a few cords deep inside the man, he continued. "Liam tells me her last breathe was spent on trying to get you to promise to take care of us. How angry would she be if you turned me into something not human?"

Liam wasn't sure if his brother was being idiotically brave or stupid. The way in which the man was twitching and jerking about made it seem the words were touching the man and his love for their mother. Seemingly communicating through odd facial expressions the skeletons reluctantly released him and he plummeted onto the floor with a loud thud.

Scrambling the youngest Jones got up into a standing position and brushed off some the dirt. He rubbed his sore wrists and scurried hastily towards his brother, grabbing the dagger from it lay scattered along the deck.

Davy's voice was heavy and bereaved as he spoke, "You boys were-are the best things about my life. About her life, there is nothing I regret more than leaving the two of you." He nodded his head towards Liam. "You do not understand what it was like to turn myself in."

"Then why did you? Why didn't you just flee to all of the realms we were supposed to go to?" Killian cried loudly holding his dagger outstretched towards him. "It would have evaded your capture."

"And ultimately placed you two in more danger! The constant pursuit of fleeing and evading was not meant for children and you'd already been harmed due to it. You do not understand, you can't understand what I had to do for the two of you!" He began to shake his head rapidly as he began to pull at the hair atop his head, pulling large clumps out of his head. He no longer seemed to be in control of his jerky body movements and it seemed he was unaware of the slur of incoherent words he was uttering. Liam protectively positioned himself in-between the crazed man and Killian.

"Papa. Papa!" Liam called out firmly drawing him from his crazed state of mind. Two cerulean orbs that were glassy and unfocused fell upon him. A blank expression as if the physical body was still there but the part that made him who he was had gone away. "It's me, it's Liam." Placing his sword back into his sheath at his right hip and took two large strides towards the man and gripping tightly onto his slimy, cold wrists. "You are unwell, please, leave. For the safety of your son, for our mum!" And then he ordered a threat only used in rare circumstances. "Leave now sir or walk the bloody plank."

"The plank?! The PLANK!" Davy bellowed as though he'd never heard of the concept prior. "There that's something I haven't thought of!" Like an excited child at one of a toy sale in the port cities, he giddily capered to the where the plank jetted out above the murky waters. "Well c'mon lad." He motioned wildly to the plank as he took his first few steps onto the board. "Make me walk the plank!" The plea was childish and made Liam's legs feel like rubber as he faltered towards Davy, drawing his sword with great reluctance. The man plummeted to the seas below like a cannon ball, slipping underneath the waters and not submerging for what felt like an eternity. His army of skeleton sailors began to clump together as they filed out of the ship, grunting and moaning as they went.

The other sailors of their crew for the most part were confused but thanking every one of the gods for their safety. Not many lived to tell the tale of an encounter with Davy Jones and his crew of skeletons. John was sent to the brig were he was being guarded by two cabin boys. They were to accomplish their task of reaching one of the Northern lands by nightfall the very next day and would send word to their King about yet another treacherous turn of events.

"I don't understand you." Killian said suddenly after a long period of utter silence as the brothers stared up at the stars, clearly lost in their own musings. "In one sentence you were calling that man Papa and the next you were saying your son."

"That's what you take notice of?" Liam retorted and upon the critical glance of his brother he added. "I'm still trying to work out my paternity in my head. It's not a simple task, but I do know one thing."

"What's that?"

"You're my little brother-

"Younger."

"And I will always look after you."

Killian smiled up at him, "Thank you." And then after a moment's thought he added. "I love you."

A/N: I hope the ending did not seem anti-climatic and odd but I liked the way it came out. Davy Jones in my head had become insane and obsessed with the idea of dying, because he's cursed to an eternity without human interaction. He was inspired slightly by season 5 "Cole Turner" from Charmed. And the next chapters will feature oneshots and I think will be more in Killian's point of view than his brother. Does anyone have any specific prompts or ideas they wanted played out? I'd love to take any ideas or requests from my faithful reviewers and thank you all for the support thus far.