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Davy Jones has few joys in life -- but tell true, dragging down Jack Sparrow to his bone-dry Locker? That's had a smile on his rubbery lips since they returned to the world of the living. It does not matter, that rendezvous with that businessman (For Lord Cutler Beckett was no sailor, East India Trading company or no) was forgotten and now...
Now he had to rub salt in a wound.
He hauled himself before the brig, trying to keep the bubbling laughter that threatened to well up in his chest from pouring out too son. All he could do say smile and say, "Yuir boyo's lost a place t' hide now, Bootstrap."
Now he had to rub salt in a wound.
He hauled himself before the brig, trying to keep the bubbling laughter that threatened to well up in his chest from pouring out too son. All he could do say smile and say, "Yuir boyo's lost a place t' hide now, Bootstrap."