Blair Sparrow 2

Bootstrap

I followed my father into his office and he motioned to a chair. I swiftly sat down as he handed me a bottle of rum. He grabbed one for himself and sat his desk.

"Why did you call me in here?" I asked as I took a sip, man did Rum taste so good.

"Deary...Do you think of me as a good captain?" He asked with slight concern in his eyes. "And no lies!" He made clear.

I just swallowed my rum and sat up straighter." Father you are a lovely captain..." I began.

"But?"

"But...sometimes you neglect the crew, including me self."

"Neglect?" He said offended.

"Shit...What I meant was, like what Gibbs said earlier, we rarely go after treasure or anything like that anymore...we kind have...become soft." I said the last part terrified. I looked over to him and his face looked angry yet content.

"Love...I need this key. I need to slay Davy Jones. If I do not, I will spend eternity on that ratchet ship or Davy Jones locker. You need to help me?" He said sadly, completely ignoring what I said earlier. I guess he didn't know to how to respond to that...I mean I wouldn't know either.

"Of course I'll help you father." I smiled. He smiled and took a big swig of his rum, I did the same. He than started calculating a route on the map and I walked over to his bed, I started to doze off and I must have fallen asleep, since I was woken up be me father hitting my bed. I opened my eyes and saw him drunkly walking away.

"Father?" I questioned. He turned me and than looked at the desk, I looked to the desk and saw an empty bottle of Rum. "More Rum?"

"Aye." He smiled. I got out of the bed to, since I was now awake and I wanted to go explore. He gave me a quick look and grabbed the keys off the wall. "Shall we." He said very slurred.

"Aye, we shall." I laughed and grabbed a lantern. We left his cabin and walked down to the hammocks. A lot of the crew was snoring.

"As you were gents." My father said. We than continued going down stairs until we got to the cellar. My father opened the door with the key and we walked into the, what I like to call, 'spooky part of the ship'. I walked in first to light up the way, my father close behind me. I walked by the rack on the wall, that should be full of bottles, but was empty.

I did however take notice of clams and other sea creatures stuck to the inside of the rack. They looked disgusting and a little shiver ran down me spine. My father than saw a bottle sitting in the rack.

"Ah." He cheered. He ran forward and grabbed it, but it was just full of sand, that fell onto the ground.

"Times run out Jack." A voice said.

I screamed and my father dropped the  bottle shattering it. My father took the lantern from my hand and now I was the one staying close behind him. 

He moved the lantern to light up the place and sitting on a barrel was a man.

"Bootstrap?" My father questioned. "Bill Turner."

Bootstrap than lifted his face up. He was dripping wet, he had barnacles growing from his skin, his body was covered in seaweed and also there was a starfish on the right side of his face.

"You look good, Jack. So do you Blair." He complimented, water spilling from his mouth. Me and my father both stared at him with wide eyes. I remember Bootstraps mutiny as if it happened yesterday.

"Is this a dream?" My father asked.

"No." Bootstrap confirmed.

"I thought not. If it were, there'd be rum."  He said disappointed. Just than his bones cracking, Bootstrap lifted a bottle of Rum to my father. My father placed the lantern on a nail and took the bottle from his hand. He than took a seat on a barrel and I did the same, sitting across from him.

"You got the pearl back, I see." Bootstrap commented.

"I had some help retrieving the pearl by the way." My father said, gesturing to me and than he looked back to Bootstrap. "And your son."

"William?" He questioned. My father just took a sip of the Rum and than offered me the bottle. I took it from his hands and took a swig, if you get past, the sand touching your lips it was actually really good Rum. "He ended up a pirate, after all."

"And to what I do the owe the pleasure of your carbuncle?" My father asked.

"He sent me." He stated. We both looked at him confused.

"Who?" I asked.

"Davy Jones." He said.

"Oh." My father sighed. "So it's you, then. He shanghaied you into service, eh?"

"I chose it. I'm sorry for the part I played in the mutiny against you, Jack." Bootstrap apologized. " I stood up for you, everything went wrong after that." Just than a little crab ran across a barrel, he killed it and than ate it.

I gagged slightly and father made this weird ass face.

"They strapped me to a cannon. I ended up on the bottom of the ocean."

"I remember that, I'm sorry I didn't do anything to help." I budded in.

"There was nothing you could do Blair." He said sadly. I know I probably couldn't have, but it still hurt.

"But while i was at the bottom of the ocean. The weight of the water crushing down on me. Unable to move. Unable to die. And I thought that even the tiniest hope of escaping this fate, I would take it. I would trade anything for it." He finished speaking. I passed the bottle of rum to bootstrap.

"It's funny what a man will do to forestall his final judgment." My father got up and started walking away, bootstrap quickly stood up to meet him face to face. I stood up and leaned against a pillar.

"You made a deal with him to Jack. He raised  the pearl from the depths for you. Thirteen years, you've been Captain."

"Technically..." My father began.

"Jack...you won't be able to talk yourself out of this. The terms what applied to me apply to you as well. One soul bound to crew 100 years upon his ship."

"Yes...but the Flying Dutchman already has a Captain."

"Than it's the locker for you! Jones terrible leviathan will find you and drag the pearl back to the depths and you along with it."

"Any idea when Jones might release said terrible beastie?" I asked. Both men looked at me, than back to each other.

"I already told you. His time is up." Bootstrap than lifted up my fathers hand and placed his palm on it. "It comes now. Drawn with ravenous hunger to the man what bears the black spot." Bootstrap than disappeared through the wall and my father looked to me terrified.

"Um..." I began.

"ALL HANDS ON DECK!" My father yelled as he ran up the stairs. I followed behind me, as he continued to yell and the crew started running around on deck. I ran up to the wheel and gripped it tightly.

"Could this get any worse." I whispered.