Heart of a Pirate || Will Turner

The Key

Milah walked beside Will and his father below the deck of the Flying Dutchman. She wasn't ashamed to say that she clung to her husband's hand as they walked past and away from the rest of the crew. She was more wary of them now then she was before which frankly had seemed impossible. She knew though that none of them would hesitate in killing them if the opportunity presented itself and that was enough to set her on edge. Bootstrap spoke to them about life on the ship as they walk, "One hundred years before the mast, losing who you were bit by bit until you end up..." he gestures to their right and Milah sees what must have once been a man now cursed and encrusted into the interior side of the hull, standing up, "... End up like poor Wyvern here."

Milah looks at Wyvern with a sad frown as she remembers the old saying that would appear in every Legend of Davy Jones and the Foying Dutchman, 'Part of the Crew, Part of the Ship'. Those words suddenly took on a whole new meaning.

"Once you've sworn an oath to the Dutchman, there's no leaving it. Not until your debt is paid." Bootstrap finishes but Will comes to a halt, staring at him with a frown.

"I've sworn no oath," He assures , "Neither of us have."

Bootstraps' eyes widen comically at his words before he reaches and grips his son's shoulders tight, "Then you both must get away immediately."

"Not until I find this." Will stops him and pulls out the familiar scrap of parchment holding the drawing of the fabled key Jack was so keen on. "The key."

Milah only just manages to stifle her gasp of shock as Wyvern's eyes suddenly snap open in the coral-encrusted wall at the mention of the key and even though he is a part of the wall he breaks his head away from it revoltingly leaving his brains behind. "The deadman's chest," he gasps as he comes to life.

Will leans forward intrigued by the name, "What do you know of this?" He questions.

"Open the chest with the key, and stab the heart," he repays like a mantra before quickly shaking his head, "No-no-no-no. Don't stab the heart. The Dutchman needs a living heart, or there'll be no captain. And if there's no captain, there's no one to have the key," he explains morbidly.

"So the captain has the key," Milah muses but Wyvern quickly retracts his head back into the wall, his expression betraying his thoughts of having said too much.

"Where is the key?" Will asks, trying to get more information from the man.

"Hidden." Wyvern only replies unhelpfully.

"Where is the chest?"

"Hidden," he repeats before Wyvern closes his eyes, and falls silent becoming part of the ship once more. Milah watches him, hoping that he may reappear just to give them at least a little bit mor helpful advice. The man stayed silent however, the ship crusted over his form.

She sighs frustrated, turning to Will for answers, "What do we do now?"

Will stays silent, troubled by his thoughts and Milah's shoulders slump knowing that he didn't have an idea for a plan anymore than before. Great, she thought bitterly, just great.

~*~*~

Milah had just finished re-bandaging Will's wounds in a room far away from the rest of the crew members. They were all quite horrible and the two tried to avoid any and all contact with them as much as possible. She ties off the bandage before she walks over to a bucket with the blood soaked cloth she had used to clean the lashes. "How are we meant to get a key, of jones carries it with him all the time?" She wonders, her mind drifting to their current predicament as she rinsed the piece of fabric, the water turning a deep red.