Lighter Moment: A Family Affair
Author: immortal_jedi aka jedipati
Disclaimer: I don’t own POTC. I am, however, relatively certain that the writers never envisioned this plot twist.
Author: jedipati aka immortal_jedi
Characters: Davy Jones, Bootstrap Bill, Will
Rating: PG
Summary: The Turner family has an unexpected ancestor. AU!
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Davy Jones waited just until he was sure the mess from the fallen cannon would get cleaned up, and then started searching for Bill Turner.
No doubt Will Turner would be with the other man. Davy sighed as he located the part of the ship Bill was in and stepped into the rail to travel to him. He didn’t want any of the other crewmen to know that he was looking for the Turners.
Davy pulled out of the wall just as Bill was finishing a sentence. “…away.”
“Not without…” Will started.
“There you are,” Davy said calmly.
Bill turned, mildly startled but not surprised, but Will looked shocked. He shoved something back into his belt and turned to face Davy. For a second, Davy saw the fear in the boy’s gaze before a mask slammed down and his face went expressionless.
Inwardly, Davy cursed. “Mr. Turner, take young Master Turner to my cabin- without letting anyone else know.”
Bill nodded and took Will’s arm. “Brace yourself, Will,” he said.
“Oh not again,” Will grumbled as he was pulled into the wall.
Davy smirked and headed down to the storage area. Once he had what he needed, he stepped into the wall.
Will was just recovering as Davy stepped through the wall next to him.
Davy double checked, but the door to his cabin was closed. Good.
Will carefully created some distance between them while he was distracted, but Davy wasn’t upset about that. He was pleased with how discretely the boy had done so, however, by making it look like he was interested in the large organ that dominated the room.
“Sit down, Master Turner,” Davy said.
Will turned to face him. Whatever he was going to say vanished as he saw what Davy was carrying.
He sat down on the organ bench. Bill went over and took the linens and bottle of whiskey from Davy and set them down next to him. “Shirt and waistcoat off, Will,” he said.
Will glanced at him, then at Davy. Reluctantly, he took off his waistcoat, then pulled off the tattered remnants of his shirt.
Davy had to struggle not to react as he saw the five lash marks on Will’s back. Luckily, they didn’t look too bad, though they were still bleeding.
Bill wasn’t so restrained. He gently placed his hand on Will’s shoulder. “I’m sorry, Will,” he said softly
“It’s not your fault,” Will said. Bill winced, probably at the emphasis Will used on the third word.
Davy thought it was justified. “Oh, aye, it wasn’t his fault,” Davy said.
Will hissed as Bill pressed a whiskey-soaked linen against one of the wounds.
“This will hurt.”
“Now you warn me,” Will grumbled. The lad glanced back at Davy.
Davy nodded once. The lad was too tense. “It’s fairly obvious that you do not remember,” Davy said. “If you did, you would have told me your name as soon as I asked you what you were doing on that ship. It would have saved a lot of trouble. I suppose I should just be glad that Bill recognized you.”
Will tilted his head but didn’t look back at him. “I don’t understand,” he said.
Bill sighed. “Do you remember the stories I used to tell you?”
Will snorted. He gasped as the movement pressed his back against Bill’s hand. “Which ones? You told me lots of stories when you were in port.”
“The ones about our family,” Bill said.
Will frowned. “I don’t think that really has anything to do with…”
“It has everything to do with this,” Bill said.
Will stiffened and set his jaw. “Then perhaps you should tell me the stories again.”
Davy sighed. He recognized that stubborn obstinacy. Though, to be fair, the lad had no reason not to act as difficult as possible without being rude enough to earn another punishment.
At least, in the boy’s mind.
Things were never what they really appeared to be.
Bill sighed. “I’m not sure we have enough time to tell all the stories. Suffice to say, our ancestry is… not normal.”
Will didn’t move. “I learned that when I learned my father was a pirate,” he said.
Bill flinching slightly, though Will didn’t notice.
Davy sighed. “He doesn’t mean it like that, lad,” he said.
This time, Will did move, turning to look at him. “Any why would you know our family history?” he challenged. “From what I’ve seen, you don’t seem too interested in your crewmen.”
Davy frowned. He couldn’t let that go unchallenged. “You know nothing about me, boy,” he said.
The boy clenched his fists but didn’t say anything.
Davy sighed. “This is not going well,” he said.
Bill sighed. “Will, relax. It’s not helping your back.”
Will didn’t say anything, but Davy watched as he consciously forced his muscles to relax. Davy rubbed his forehead before rolling his eyes.
Bill glanced at Davy before he returned his attention to Will’s back. “I’m almost done, Will,” he said.
Will nodded. “How bad is it,” he asked, trying to change the subject.
“Not as bad as it would have been if Jimmylegs had done it,” Davy said. “Which is why I had Bill do it.”
“And yet, I did nothing to deserve it,” Will said.
“The cat was out of the bag,” Bill said. “You should know that punishment must be given if that happens. And if the bosun had done it, you’d probably be unable to move right now. You might even have been forced to join the crew just to keep from dying.”
Will shook his head. “No,” he said. “I’d rather die.”
“Thankfully, it didn’t come to that,” Davy said.
Bill finished wrapping the linen around his torso. “I think that will do for now,” he said. “It’s not the best job, but it’s not something we normally need to do here, so I’m out of practice.”
Will shrugged. “Better then nothing,” he said.
He pulled on his shirt and waistcoat again and turned to face them.
Davy nodded. “This is going to take some explaining,” he said.
Will merely lifted an eyebrow. “I see nothing to explain.”
Bill sighed. Davy studied his crewman for a moment. “Perhaps it would be better from you.”
“My mother was a sea nymph, Will, the daughter of the sea goddess Calypso, and her then-mortal lover, Davy Jones,” Bill said bluntly.
Davy rolled his eyes. He hadn’t meant for Bill to just drop the topic on Will like that.
Will stood up abruptly, and stared at his father. “You’ve gone mad,” he finally said. “And you expect me to believe… to think…”
Davy laughed. “Oh, I assure you, Will, he is my grandson.”
“Do not call me that, Captain Jones,” Will turned on him. “I am no family of yours.”
He turned and stalked away from them. He was smart enough not to try to go out the door, at least. He stopped by the line of windows near the door.
Bill got up and followed him over. “You are, Will,” he said.
Will glared at him. “I am supposed to believe that a man who ordered me whipped- you, I’ll forgive, since the alternative was worse- that the man who ordered it for no reason is my great-grandfather?”
Davy sighed. The lad wasn’t his crew, so he couldn’t simply order him to listen… but he carried the sea’s power.
Davy looked him straight in the eye. He began focusing on the power that they shared. “You can choose to believe it or not, William,” he said. “But you are part of my family.”
Will glared at him, but something in his expression changed.
“So, say I actually believe you- what does this mean?” Will asked.
Despite his words and tone, which were both harsh and disbelieving, Davy knew that he was starting to believe them.
Davy sighed. “It means little- except that we must contrive a way for you to get off the Dutchman.”
Will stared at him. “You certainly seemed to want me to stay here before,” he pointed out cautiously.
“Oh, aye, you’ve a power in you that I don’t want to leave for… others of the sea to get their hands on, but now th’ I know th’ you’re my great-grandson, I’m not going t’ keep you here. And before you ask, Bill’s part o’ my crew because he wanted t’ hide from Barbossa.”
Will narrowed his eyes. “I see,” he said.
“I think we can arrange for you to steal one of the longboats and escape. Perhaps in a day or so, to give you a chance to heal somewhat and make it more believable,” Davy said.
Will frowned in thought. “You’re serious,” he said.
“Oh yes,” Davy said. “And I think a visit to Sparrow is in order. To try to trade my own family to pay for his debt? He went too far.”
Will didn’t say anything. Bill looked up. “I think we can make it so I help him. A stay in the brig wouldn’t be too bad.”
Will looked at him in shock.
Davy snorted. “Aye, and that’s something ye would do. Very well. Will, I don’t have to tell you to keep this quiet. If anyone finds this out, they’d be able to use you as leverage against me.”
Will nodded. “I can keep a secret,” he said. “But I will tell…”
“No one,” Bill said. “Absolutely no one.”
“I am not keeping this a secret from my fiancée.”
Davy frowned at him. “Do you really trust this girl?”
“With my life,” Will said.
Davy snorted. “You wouldn’t listen to me if I told you not to, so I don’t see the point in trying to stop you. But don’t be surprised if it turns out she doesn’t want ye after ye tell her.”
Will snorted. “She didn’t care that I was the son of a pirate or that I was from the lower class. I don’t think she’ll care that my family is…” he cut himself off.
Davy sighed again. “Mr. Turner, go ahead and take Master Turner back to the hold. I suspect someone is going to wonder where you two are soon. And take the rest of the linens with you. That will serve as a useful alibi.”
“Aye, Captain,” Bill said with a grin. He grabbed the bottle of whiskey and the linins, and handed them both to Will.
Will juggled them for a moment before he got them settled.
Bill grabbed his wrist and dragged him to the wall.
“Oh, I really hate…” they went through the wall before Will could finish his complaint.
Davy smiled and sat back down on the organ bench. Who would have thought it? The mortal was Will. Davy and Bill had both thought he was dead, so Davy hadn’t been looking for him. But he seemed to have grown up into a strong lad, and smart, except for the fact that he insisted on falling in love.
But something would have to be done about Sparrow. Davy shrugged. Once Will escaped, he could just claim that Sparrow hadn’t been able to deliver the 100 souls- or hadn’t been able to deliver the one Davy had wanted.
Yes, that would work nicely. And then he’d be able to shanghai Sparrow. Perhaps he could make sure that the Pearl found her way into Will’s hands as well. It’d be a fitting payment from Sparrow for what he did to Will.
Yes, that would work. Davy began to play once again. For once, he was in a good mood. It was nice to see another one of his descendants making his way through the world.
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Before you ask, I have no idea where this one came from, but I wrote it in the hopes of getting this crazy idea out of my brain. It doesn’t seem to be working. Expect a longer story with the same premise (Davy Jones is Bill’s grandfather) sometime soon. (Yes, this is the plot bunny that I’ve been complaining about.)
Um. I hope you enjoyed the idea, weird as it is. The plot bunny centers of my brain have gone nuts. This is actually one of the not-quite-as-weird ideas I’ve had lately. The really weird ideas don’t even make it to outline format.
Disclaimer: I don’t own POTC. I am, however, relatively certain that the writers never envisioned this plot twist.
Author: jedipati aka immortal_jedi
Characters: Davy Jones, Bootstrap Bill, Will
Rating: PG
Summary: The Turner family has an unexpected ancestor. AU!
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Davy Jones waited just until he was sure the mess from the fallen cannon would get cleaned up, and then started searching for Bill Turner.
No doubt Will Turner would be with the other man. Davy sighed as he located the part of the ship Bill was in and stepped into the rail to travel to him. He didn’t want any of the other crewmen to know that he was looking for the Turners.
Davy pulled out of the wall just as Bill was finishing a sentence. “…away.”
“Not without…” Will started.
“There you are,” Davy said calmly.
Bill turned, mildly startled but not surprised, but Will looked shocked. He shoved something back into his belt and turned to face Davy. For a second, Davy saw the fear in the boy’s gaze before a mask slammed down and his face went expressionless.
Inwardly, Davy cursed. “Mr. Turner, take young Master Turner to my cabin- without letting anyone else know.”
Bill nodded and took Will’s arm. “Brace yourself, Will,” he said.
“Oh not again,” Will grumbled as he was pulled into the wall.
Davy smirked and headed down to the storage area. Once he had what he needed, he stepped into the wall.
Will was just recovering as Davy stepped through the wall next to him.
Davy double checked, but the door to his cabin was closed. Good.
Will carefully created some distance between them while he was distracted, but Davy wasn’t upset about that. He was pleased with how discretely the boy had done so, however, by making it look like he was interested in the large organ that dominated the room.
“Sit down, Master Turner,” Davy said.
Will turned to face him. Whatever he was going to say vanished as he saw what Davy was carrying.
He sat down on the organ bench. Bill went over and took the linens and bottle of whiskey from Davy and set them down next to him. “Shirt and waistcoat off, Will,” he said.
Will glanced at him, then at Davy. Reluctantly, he took off his waistcoat, then pulled off the tattered remnants of his shirt.
Davy had to struggle not to react as he saw the five lash marks on Will’s back. Luckily, they didn’t look too bad, though they were still bleeding.
Bill wasn’t so restrained. He gently placed his hand on Will’s shoulder. “I’m sorry, Will,” he said softly
“It’s not your fault,” Will said. Bill winced, probably at the emphasis Will used on the third word.
Davy thought it was justified. “Oh, aye, it wasn’t his fault,” Davy said.
Will hissed as Bill pressed a whiskey-soaked linen against one of the wounds.
“This will hurt.”
“Now you warn me,” Will grumbled. The lad glanced back at Davy.
Davy nodded once. The lad was too tense. “It’s fairly obvious that you do not remember,” Davy said. “If you did, you would have told me your name as soon as I asked you what you were doing on that ship. It would have saved a lot of trouble. I suppose I should just be glad that Bill recognized you.”
Will tilted his head but didn’t look back at him. “I don’t understand,” he said.
Bill sighed. “Do you remember the stories I used to tell you?”
Will snorted. He gasped as the movement pressed his back against Bill’s hand. “Which ones? You told me lots of stories when you were in port.”
“The ones about our family,” Bill said.
Will frowned. “I don’t think that really has anything to do with…”
“It has everything to do with this,” Bill said.
Will stiffened and set his jaw. “Then perhaps you should tell me the stories again.”
Davy sighed. He recognized that stubborn obstinacy. Though, to be fair, the lad had no reason not to act as difficult as possible without being rude enough to earn another punishment.
At least, in the boy’s mind.
Things were never what they really appeared to be.
Bill sighed. “I’m not sure we have enough time to tell all the stories. Suffice to say, our ancestry is… not normal.”
Will didn’t move. “I learned that when I learned my father was a pirate,” he said.
Bill flinching slightly, though Will didn’t notice.
Davy sighed. “He doesn’t mean it like that, lad,” he said.
This time, Will did move, turning to look at him. “Any why would you know our family history?” he challenged. “From what I’ve seen, you don’t seem too interested in your crewmen.”
Davy frowned. He couldn’t let that go unchallenged. “You know nothing about me, boy,” he said.
The boy clenched his fists but didn’t say anything.
Davy sighed. “This is not going well,” he said.
Bill sighed. “Will, relax. It’s not helping your back.”
Will didn’t say anything, but Davy watched as he consciously forced his muscles to relax. Davy rubbed his forehead before rolling his eyes.
Bill glanced at Davy before he returned his attention to Will’s back. “I’m almost done, Will,” he said.
Will nodded. “How bad is it,” he asked, trying to change the subject.
“Not as bad as it would have been if Jimmylegs had done it,” Davy said. “Which is why I had Bill do it.”
“And yet, I did nothing to deserve it,” Will said.
“The cat was out of the bag,” Bill said. “You should know that punishment must be given if that happens. And if the bosun had done it, you’d probably be unable to move right now. You might even have been forced to join the crew just to keep from dying.”
Will shook his head. “No,” he said. “I’d rather die.”
“Thankfully, it didn’t come to that,” Davy said.
Bill finished wrapping the linen around his torso. “I think that will do for now,” he said. “It’s not the best job, but it’s not something we normally need to do here, so I’m out of practice.”
Will shrugged. “Better then nothing,” he said.
He pulled on his shirt and waistcoat again and turned to face them.
Davy nodded. “This is going to take some explaining,” he said.
Will merely lifted an eyebrow. “I see nothing to explain.”
Bill sighed. Davy studied his crewman for a moment. “Perhaps it would be better from you.”
“My mother was a sea nymph, Will, the daughter of the sea goddess Calypso, and her then-mortal lover, Davy Jones,” Bill said bluntly.
Davy rolled his eyes. He hadn’t meant for Bill to just drop the topic on Will like that.
Will stood up abruptly, and stared at his father. “You’ve gone mad,” he finally said. “And you expect me to believe… to think…”
Davy laughed. “Oh, I assure you, Will, he is my grandson.”
“Do not call me that, Captain Jones,” Will turned on him. “I am no family of yours.”
He turned and stalked away from them. He was smart enough not to try to go out the door, at least. He stopped by the line of windows near the door.
Bill got up and followed him over. “You are, Will,” he said.
Will glared at him. “I am supposed to believe that a man who ordered me whipped- you, I’ll forgive, since the alternative was worse- that the man who ordered it for no reason is my great-grandfather?”
Davy sighed. The lad wasn’t his crew, so he couldn’t simply order him to listen… but he carried the sea’s power.
Davy looked him straight in the eye. He began focusing on the power that they shared. “You can choose to believe it or not, William,” he said. “But you are part of my family.”
Will glared at him, but something in his expression changed.
“So, say I actually believe you- what does this mean?” Will asked.
Despite his words and tone, which were both harsh and disbelieving, Davy knew that he was starting to believe them.
Davy sighed. “It means little- except that we must contrive a way for you to get off the Dutchman.”
Will stared at him. “You certainly seemed to want me to stay here before,” he pointed out cautiously.
“Oh, aye, you’ve a power in you that I don’t want to leave for… others of the sea to get their hands on, but now th’ I know th’ you’re my great-grandson, I’m not going t’ keep you here. And before you ask, Bill’s part o’ my crew because he wanted t’ hide from Barbossa.”
Will narrowed his eyes. “I see,” he said.
“I think we can arrange for you to steal one of the longboats and escape. Perhaps in a day or so, to give you a chance to heal somewhat and make it more believable,” Davy said.
Will frowned in thought. “You’re serious,” he said.
“Oh yes,” Davy said. “And I think a visit to Sparrow is in order. To try to trade my own family to pay for his debt? He went too far.”
Will didn’t say anything. Bill looked up. “I think we can make it so I help him. A stay in the brig wouldn’t be too bad.”
Will looked at him in shock.
Davy snorted. “Aye, and that’s something ye would do. Very well. Will, I don’t have to tell you to keep this quiet. If anyone finds this out, they’d be able to use you as leverage against me.”
Will nodded. “I can keep a secret,” he said. “But I will tell…”
“No one,” Bill said. “Absolutely no one.”
“I am not keeping this a secret from my fiancée.”
Davy frowned at him. “Do you really trust this girl?”
“With my life,” Will said.
Davy snorted. “You wouldn’t listen to me if I told you not to, so I don’t see the point in trying to stop you. But don’t be surprised if it turns out she doesn’t want ye after ye tell her.”
Will snorted. “She didn’t care that I was the son of a pirate or that I was from the lower class. I don’t think she’ll care that my family is…” he cut himself off.
Davy sighed again. “Mr. Turner, go ahead and take Master Turner back to the hold. I suspect someone is going to wonder where you two are soon. And take the rest of the linens with you. That will serve as a useful alibi.”
“Aye, Captain,” Bill said with a grin. He grabbed the bottle of whiskey and the linins, and handed them both to Will.
Will juggled them for a moment before he got them settled.
Bill grabbed his wrist and dragged him to the wall.
“Oh, I really hate…” they went through the wall before Will could finish his complaint.
Davy smiled and sat back down on the organ bench. Who would have thought it? The mortal was Will. Davy and Bill had both thought he was dead, so Davy hadn’t been looking for him. But he seemed to have grown up into a strong lad, and smart, except for the fact that he insisted on falling in love.
But something would have to be done about Sparrow. Davy shrugged. Once Will escaped, he could just claim that Sparrow hadn’t been able to deliver the 100 souls- or hadn’t been able to deliver the one Davy had wanted.
Yes, that would work nicely. And then he’d be able to shanghai Sparrow. Perhaps he could make sure that the Pearl found her way into Will’s hands as well. It’d be a fitting payment from Sparrow for what he did to Will.
Yes, that would work. Davy began to play once again. For once, he was in a good mood. It was nice to see another one of his descendants making his way through the world.
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Before you ask, I have no idea where this one came from, but I wrote it in the hopes of getting this crazy idea out of my brain. It doesn’t seem to be working. Expect a longer story with the same premise (Davy Jones is Bill’s grandfather) sometime soon. (Yes, this is the plot bunny that I’ve been complaining about.)
Um. I hope you enjoyed the idea, weird as it is. The plot bunny centers of my brain have gone nuts. This is actually one of the not-quite-as-weird ideas I’ve had lately. The really weird ideas don’t even make it to outline format.