(Mmmkay, this is a roleplay that me and Bad Luck Bree are doing on Davy Jones Fan Board. Yup. Bold is me, italics is her.)

Jimmylegs flicked his scourge an inch from Clanker's nose, snarling at him, "C'mon, rat, no time for idlin'! Up on yer 'unkers!"

Clanker flinched his head backwards, throwing a glare towards Jimmylegs.

"All righ', I'm gettin' up. No need ta get nasty!"

He put down his bones'n'bread sandwich (sorry, had to put that in there! XD) and stood up, pointedly taking his time.

Jimmylegs, always glad to have an excuse to be cruel, went forward and kicked the sandwich away, bringing his whip's handle hard on the back of Clanker's head.

(I'm tempted to make this silly- NO! MY SANDWICH!- but I won't. XD)

Clanker stumbled back a bit from the blow, tripping over a chair. He ended up on the ground, glaring up at Jimmylegs. "I 'ope you know you jus' ruined a perfectly good san'wich," he growled, standing up. "If ye wanted some, all ye had to do was ask. No need ta get nasty about it, eh?"

Jimmylegs chuckled cruely, "'Urry up, numbskull! Cap'n wants everybeast on deck...sharpish!" The other crewmembers were making their way up to the deck as well.

Clanker opened his mouth to retort, but thought better about it. Why give Jimmylegs more excuses to torment him? He already hates me enough, thought Clanker.

Muttering to himself, Clanker lumbered his way onto the deck.

(Ok, I guess I'll play Jones for now)

Davy Jones was pacing before his crew, who stood stiffly at attention, their eyes all shifting about. Jones could feel their fear and apprehension. He snarled. They all knew he had been in a black mood ever since Jack had been taken down by the Kraken...and the heart with him!

Clanker winced as he saw the dark look on his captain's face. (I'm going to take temporary controlof Hadras for a few posts)
He shuffled over to Hadras, and quietly whispered to him, "So, the Capn's mood still hasn't lifted?"
Hadras shook his shelled head. "'Fraid not, mate. And we're some o' the ones who get the worst o' it- bein' the ones who went on land an' all."
Clanker nodded.

Jones' head snapped over to Clanker and Hadras. He snarled in high bad temper, "What are ye two bilgerats whisperin' about?" His pale blue eyes were as cold and sharp as ice.

(Haha, like gettin' caught talking in school by a teacher, lol.)

Clanker gulped silently, cursing inwardly. "Um- we-"

But then Hadras interrupted him. "We were just admirin' what a fine Cap'n ye are, what with the... 'eart... and all."

Clanker looked at his friend, astonished. What was he babbling on about? Clanker knew that Hadras wasn't the brightest of minds, but thi was just so blatantly stupid.

"...and then what with that Jack Sparrow, a' all..." Hadras went on.

Jones snarled, limping over to Hadras. In a fit of rage, the captain of the Flying Dutchman gripped the crewmember's neck with his claw and ripped off his poorly connected head.

Hadras yelped as his head bounced across the deck. "Aenido! Aenido!" His body started lumbering around, before crashing into the mast.

Clanker silently took a step back, hoping that his Captain would forget him in his rage against Hadras.

Jones watched Hadras, or his bottom half, rather, stumbling across the deck, his cold eyes showing grim satisfaction. He then turned his ruthless gaze on Clanker, "An' ye?"

Clanker opened his mouth, closed it, opened it again- "I- he-"

He offered empty palms to the air, at a loss as to what to say. He knew that nothing he could offer up would satisfy his Captain.

The rest of the crew watched silently, not wanting to draw attention to themselves.

Jones growled in open disgust. His crew was made up of bumbling fools! Almost half a score of them couldn't bring down six mortals! Too angry to deal with Clanker, Jones turned away, striding off to his cabin, the reason for the assembly forgotten.

Clanker breathed a sigh of relief, not believing his luck. He put down his hands, still a bit shaken. He had never seen the Captain so angry!

Oglivey came up and smacked Clanker on the back. "Well, ye escaped the Cap'n's wrath- good job, mate!" Clanker smiled weakly at him.

Walking over to Hadras's head, he scooped it up, and handed it to his friend's body.

"Thanks," Hadras coughed.

"No problem," Clanker said, turning away.

Jones sat in his cabin, brooding, seething with bottled up fury. If he'd had his way, he would have killed all his crew, personally drawn and quartered them and strewn their body parts across the seas! But they weren't completely useless. But what to do now...Jack was in the Locker, and the heart was no longer safe.

Clanker and Hadras made their way across the deck, unsure whether to stay above, or to go below. If the Captain were to come out again, it may be best to be there... or it may not.

(kinda stuck here, mate)

(Mmm, maybe I'll make Clanker act like an idiot and knock on Jones's door... yesh, I think I will.)

Clankr turned to Hadras, "Why don't you go below, and I'll stay up here?"

Hadras nodded, and headed for the below-decks.

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Clanker raised a hand, pausing just a moment before knocking softly on the door to his Captain's cabin.

What am I doing? he thought to himself.

(There, that should get us going! XD)

Jones brought his head up from the desk, turning in surprise. No one voluntarily came to his cabin! He called out harshly, "Enter!"

(Buahaha, this is gonna be good! XD)

Gulping, Clanker did as his Captain said. He stepped quietly into the room, and gestured to the door behind him. "Shoul' I close it?"

Jones glared at Clanker, snarling, "Why did ye even want to open it?"

(Haha, awesome line! Very Jones-ish. XD)

Clanker had no answer. Instead of speaking, he shut the door... the doors slid into place with a slight thud.

"I-"

(thanks! I thought it sounded appropriate!)

Jones didn't take his gaze off Clanker. He waited for him to say something. But the man just stood there, not making any noise. Jones had no time for this. "If ye have nothin' to say, leave!"

(I can totally picture this in my head... XD)

Clanker shifted, uncomfortable. Why was he doing this?

Clearing his throat, he finally managed to croak out, "I was... I was jus' wonderin' if ye were all righ'... Cap'n. Ye've seemed a li'l... well, a li'l..." He trailed off, unsure how to finish.

(hmmm...I guess ye see more good in Clanker than I do...oh well, I like 'im!)

Jones bristled. He didn't need this fool's pity! Striding up to Clanker, Jones looked down at him. He was fully a head taller than the other man.

(OOP, g2g)

(Aw, DARN! XD It was just getting really good. Haha.)

Clanker seemed to shrink back. He was now very much regretting his decision, silently cursing himself over and over.

(And so ends part one. Hope you enjoyed it!)