ATTENTION: I do not own Will Turner, or Bootstrap Bill Turner, Davy Jones, The Flying Dutchman, The Black Pearl, or any other POTC characters that might sneak their way into this story... I did make up a character in chapter 3 though... You should know that he isn't from the movies when you read about him. He isn't a major character though... There might be more original characters sometime, but I've only written up to chapter 3 so far... I won't be posting all 3 chapters at once though, as I might want to make changes to the chapters still, before I post them.

Capitulo 1

Will held his breath. He felt that his lungs could possibly explode at any second now, but he still could not bring himself to intake breath. He was standing a mere few inches from the face of Davy Jones; he could see the cruel slimy tentacles within which he knew lied the key which he so desperately needed to retrieve in order to save Elizabeth... but not only Elizabeth; also his father.

He moved his hand slowly toward the key, part of which he could see. He slowly let his breath which he had been holding escape through his nose and mouth, and then breathed in slowly and as quietly as he could manage. There was a tentacle wrapped about the key; he would need to replace the key just as quickly as he removed it, with something of approximately equal size and shape, in order to not allow the cruel disfigured man to know that the key was missing until long after Will had escaped the ship.

The material on which the key had been drawn was still in Will's possession. As he slid the key out of the grip of the tentacle he replaced it with the material. Will continued to barely breathe as he pulled back from Davy Jones. Will now had what he needed. All he needed to do now was get to the life boats outside of Jones's cabin, where his father was waiting for him. Then he could row away, find the chest of Davy Jones, stab the heart, and save his father.

He looked at Davy Jones and released another breath which he had been holding. Just as he turned to leave he gasped as he felt someone grab the back of his neck roughly. He was quickly spun around to face Davy Jones, who slammed him against the wall of his cabin. The captain of the Flying Dutchman gripped the young man's neck with his own claw-like hand. With his human hand, Jones pried Turner's fingers apart, revealing that the boy had stolen the key to his chest, just as he had assumed he would. Davy Jones scowled at Will, who scowled right back at him and struggled to escape from the choking grip of Jones.

"Did you think I wouldn't know that you wished to steal the key, boy?" Jones growled as he shook Will roughly, "do you take me for a fool?!"

Will would have said something back, but when he attempted to he noticed that he could not speak due to the tight grip Jones had on his throat. After a moment he noticed that he could also not breathe. He reached his hands up to the claw holding him and tried desperately to pry it off as he made a slight choking sound, trying desperately to breathe.

"Oh, what's wrong?" Jones said, with a tone in his voice which made Will feel as though he knew exactly what was wrong; he knew that he was keeping Turner from being able to intake breath. He smirked, "what were you planning on doing after you got your hands on the key, hm? Were you going to row away with Bootstrap? You and he need to learn a bit about loyalty, I'd say. And maybe also learn your place. There be some people above you, young mister Turner, and I be one of them. You do as I say, and you stay on my ship. If I wanted to, I could have extinguished your life the moment I first saw ye, lad. And know ye that still be a possibility."

Will's eyes were desperately pleading to Jones to release his grip so that he could breathe as he continued to pull at Jone's claw-hand, trying to at least loosen the grip for just a moment so that he could breathe, just a bit. He could feel himself losing consciousness. The edges of his vision were growing dark.

Jones laughed, "you'll regret this little encounter of ours."

As Will's vision faded into black nothingness, he heard the cruel laughter of Davy Jones, right before he could hear nothing.

Davy Jones laughed as the boy's eyes closed and his head slumped forward as the captain released his grip, but still held the younger man against the wall of the cabin to prevent him from falling. Jones dragged the young man out of his cabin, with his arm wrapped around Will's chest, preventing him from falling as he dragged him out into the open.

"Bootstrap!" he yelled at the dark figure he saw near the edge of the boat. As the figure slowly turned to face him Jones continued, "it's the brig for you. Get moving. You don't want to know what will happen if you refuse," he threatened, nodding toward the younger Turner, who limply lay in his arms.

Bill Turner was very clearly worried for the well being of his son, and therefore complied with no argument, making his way to the brig.

Sorry it's so short... but it will get better... I promise... I've written up to chapter 3 so far, and things start getting more exciting. I think so anyway. Please review. I'll try to post the next chapter within the next few days.