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"Bootstrap?Bootstarp?" Elizabeth asks the crewmembers passing by as they laugh

"You know my name..." something says

I turn to see Bootstrap, half of him already becoming part of the ship.

"I know your son. Will Turner." She says as I stare at him sadly

"William ... he's alive!He made it! He's alive. Hah! And now he's sent you to tell me that he's coming to get me. He promised. God's wounds, he's on his way!" Bootstrap celebrates

"Yes. Will is alive, and ... he wants to help you." I say

There is hope in his eyes ... then a thought suddenly hits. Hope vanishes. Despair clouds his features.

"No. He can't come. He won't come." He says upset

"I don't know how, but he will try, I am sure. You're ... his father". I comfort

Bootstraps looks slyly at Elizabeth.

"I know you. He spoke of you.Elizabeth."

"Yes." She confirms

"He can't save me. He won't. Because of you." He says shaking his head

"Me?" She question

"You're Elizabeth." He repeats

Elizabeth and I look at each other confused as she stutters to speak.

"Yes I am Elizabeth..." she replies

"If Jones be slain ... he who slays him takes his place. Captain. Forever. Every man before the mast knows that, Elizabeth! The Dutchman must have a Captain. If he saves me ... he loses you."

Elizabeth stutters again not knowing how to reply.

"He won't pick me. I wouldn't pick me. The Dutchman must have a Captain." Bootstrap says

"O-of course the curse..." I say for Elizabeth

"Tell him ... don't come! Tell him ... stay away! Can you tell him? It's too late. I'm part of the ship. The crew." He shouts

Bootstrap's eyes close, he becomes utterly still. I reach out a hand to comfort him.

"Bootstrap?"

Suddenly his eyes open.

"You know my name!"

"Y-yes. I know your son." Elizabeth says completely confused

"William! He's alive?"

"Y-yes" I reply

"He'll come for me. He promised. You'll see." He says exited

Bootstrap fades back into the hull. Elizabeth and I  regard him with horror ... and pity.

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"Come with me." James whispers

None of us move.

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