Pirates of the Caribbean: The Price of Freedom

“I’ve never seen him, but he’s real,” Jack replied softly. “I’ve heard
too many sailors talk about seeing his ship in bad storms. But I have
no idea why they want him to testify, or why he’s in some kind of
agreement with the Pirate Lords.”
Esmeralda’s dark eyes were wide. “Davy Jones…is real?”
Jack nodded. “He is. He sails on some kind of ghost ship. The
Flying Dutchman.”
She thought for a moment. “But Davy Jones…that is not a Dutch
name.”
Jack shrugged. “Maybe he stole the ship? Your guess is as good
as mine.”
As they stepped out of Shipwreck City, into the open air, Jack
realized that his prediction of a storm rising was coming true. Cool
wind gusted against him, and when he glanced at the water in the
cove, it was white-capped.
By the time the group reached Troubadour, rain was beginning to
spatter. Teague led them up the gangplank, then down the ladder to
the relative shelter of his gun deck. Even though the gun ports were
open, the sky had grown so dark they could barely see to make their
way down. Teague’s men quickly lit lanterns, hanging them on hooks.
Even anchored, the ship was rocking back and forth. Outside, cold rain
began pelting down, occasionally blowing in through the open gun
ports. Jack and Esmeralda sat down on the barrel of one of the
portside cannons, out of the way. In the center of the deck, Teague
gestured for the Pirate Lords to form a circle. Jack repressed a shiver
as he recalled some of the conjuring rites he’d seen Tia Dalma
perform. What would this bit of magic be like? He listened intently.
“Are we ready?” Teague said, and each Pirate Lord nodded
assent. “Begin.” In the flickering lamplight of the swaying deck, the four
Pirate Lords spoke quietly, in unison, “Davy Jones…we, the Pirate
Lords of the Brethren Court, call you. By our alliance giving us power
over the sea, binding the queen in her bones, we entreat you. Come to
us, Davy Jones. We summon you. We summon you. We summon you.”
Through the open gun port to Jack’s left came an eye-searing
flash of lightning, followed almost immediately by a huge clap of
thunder. Esmeralda started. Jack blinked—