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"If the East India Trading Company controls this treasure chest, they control the entire sea!"
Elizabeth pricked up her ears and listened.
Control the entire sea?
No wonder Beckett was so desperate to get the treasure chest!
......
Now, on the deck of the Flying Dutchman, Davy Jones is sitting and playing a coral organ that seems to grow out of the organic shape of the deck itself.
Jones's eyes dimmed as the plaintive, haunting tones of his harpsichord filled the ship.
His gaze was drawn to the statue of a woman with flowing hair carved into the coral above the massive keyboard.
Elsewhere on the deck, the crew is hard at work, including one of those new additions - Will Turner.
He was tugging at a rope when suddenly it slipped out of his hand and a boom fell to the deck.
"Pull that weevil up!" the Possang yelled.
He was holding a nine-tailed whip in his hand. He slapped a whip in his hand, walked towards Will, and said, "Five whips to remind you to obey orders!"
Just as he was about to swing the whip, Bootsman Bill reached out and grabbed him by the wrist.
Posang roared: "Stop me from carrying out the task! You will also be punished together!"
"Punish me alone." The boot gang said to Posang.
"Oh, is it?" asked Davy Jones.
He stopped playing, carefully observing the development of the situation: "What inspired such a good deed?"
The boot held up a barnacle-covered hand and pointed at Will. "My son, he's my son."
When Jones saw Will's eyes wide open looking at his father in front of him, he smiled: "What an accident!"
Jones slapped his knee and yelled, "Do you want your son to be spared Possang's punishment?"
"Yes." Bootleg replied.
"Give Mr Turner your whip, the old one," Jones ordered Poissant.
When the whip was in his hands, Bootsman Bill tried to protest that being forced to whip his own son was probably the worst punishment in the world.
"There are no more secrets now, Mr. Turner!" Jones shouted, and the crew trembled with fear.
"Your problem is, do you want to experience the pain of Posang's hand, or the pain created by yourself!"
Possang tried to take the whip back, but was pushed away by the upper of his boot.
He raised his whip and swung it at Will with his barnacle-covered arm.
Will almost staggered into the cabin late that night, boots trailing behind him.
"Bossang's pride is that every lash of the whip will tear the man's skin to the bone," explained Will the boot helper, sitting on the bench.
Will stares at him, he can't believe he's talking to his own father after all these years.
"So I'm supposed to think you did it out of sympathy?" Will asked his father.
Boots nodded.
"In this case, I think I'm really my father's son. For almost a year, I kept telling myself that I killed you to save you." Will admitted.
"You killed me?" said the bootie.
"I lifted the curse on you, knowing that would mean your death, but at least you won't suffer what Barbossa brought you."
"Who is Barbossa?" asked the bootleg, bewildered.
"Captain Barbossa," Will said, wondering how his father's mind had grown so dull that he couldn't remember.
"The one who led the mutiny on the Black Pearl and made you stay on the bottom of the sea forever!"
"Oh, so that's the case." Boot Gang nodded.
His eyes watered as he told young Will: "It was a gift and a lie from Jones that you joined his ranks thinking you had tricked the gods, but what you ended up with was not delayed death but oblivion. "
"You lose who you are, little by little, until you end up being poor Evan."
Will followed his father's gaze and found an old sailor who looked like a sculpture, and his body had become a part of the hull.
Bootleg sighed: "Once you swear to the Dutchman, you can't leave it."
"Unless your debt is paid off, at which point you're not just on board but part of it. Why would you do that, Will?"
"I didn't swear," Will said honestly.
Hearing this information, Boot Gang's face lit up, "Then you should leave."
"Unless I find this." Will said, showing the key map to his father. "This key should be on the boat. Jack wants to find it. Maybe this is a way out?"
Suddenly, old Evan moved and broke free from the wood of the hull.
"Treasure of the dead!" he moaned, stretching his arm toward the cloth.
When the wooden creature tore its own body from the hull and burst into a wail, Will jumped away, pale.
This, he knew, was the fate of all who served Davy Jones.
The old boot will soon disappear into the hull as well, and yet another tormented man will be part of the ship.
However, Evan's next sentence gave Will hope.
"Use the key to open the treasure chest, and then stab the heart." Old Evan said loudly, and then he seemed to suddenly change his mind.
"Can't stab that heart! The 'Dutchman' needs a living heart, or there would be no captain! If there were no captain, no one would have that key!"
Will was dazed by Evan's muttering, and he asked, "The captain holds this key?"
"It's hidden." Evan retreated after only one sentence, and became part of the hull again.
But Will already got the answer he wanted, what he needed, and got half of it.
The key is with Jones.
Will headed straight for the deck.