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[Davy Jones steps down the stairs, eyeing Will and the crew]
Davy Jones: I accept, mate. [thunder crashes behind him]
[Two of the crew set down the game board, cups and dice, etc. Will picks up one of the die.]
Will: I wager everything I own.
Davy Jones: [pushes through the crew] I only bet on what's dearest to a man's heart. [holds out his palm, Maccus plops some dice into it] Else there's no way to tell if he's bluffing. [Greenbeard sets down a cup in front of him as the dice sticks to his tentacular finger] What a man is willing to risk, or not to risk, that's a measure of his soul. [unsticks the dice, one by one they plop into the cup]
Will: I wager a hundred years of service.
Bootstrap: No!
Davy Jones: Against your freedom?
Will: [picks up the cup with the dice inside and shakes it] Against my father's freedom. [glances at Boostrap]
[He looks worried; Davy Jones sneers at him, smoke puffing out his side hole things. Sips his pipe, more smoke puffs out his mouth and holes as he speaks.]
Davy Jones: Agreed.
[He shakes his own cup, and at the same time he and Will slam it face-down on the board. Will peers under his cup, a three and several sixes. Covers the dice again.]
Will: Two threes.
Davy Jones: You're a desperate man. What is the cause? [chuckles, snorts] It can only be a woman. [thunder crashes in the distance as he sips his pipe. He looks under his own cup and spies two threes and a six.]
Davy Jones: [smoke billows out once more] Three threes-uh.
Will: A woman need not cause you to be desperate...if you choose the right woman. [looks down] Four threes.
Davy Jones: [smoke coming out of his mouth] I remember now. You're the one who hopes to get married-uh. [fierce whisper] But your fate is to be married to this ship-uh.
Will: I choose my own fate.
Davy Jones: Then it wouldn't be Fate, would it? [He sips the pipe again, reveals his full dice count: Four threes and a six.] Five threes-uh.
[Will does not take his eyes off of him, then reveals his own dice to be one three and four sixes. Long pause as everyone waits.]
Will: Five sixes.
[Some of the crew laugh]
Davy Jones: [guffaws] LIAR!
[They each remove their cups at the same time]
Someone: [gasps] Five sixes!
Davy Jones: [applauds Will by clopping the pipe against his claw] Well done, Master Turner.
[He stands up, Bootstrap Bill steps in front of him]
Bootstrap: I'm free, Jones.
[Jones snorts, moves away. Bootstrap smiles. Will stands up behind him.]
Will: Another game!
[Davy Jones stops in his tracks]
Davy Jones: [back turned, turns his head a bit] You can't best the devil twice, son.
Will: Then why are you walking away?
[Davy Jones finally goes over to him. Pauses in front of Bootstrap, makes a snorking noise, scaring him off.]
Davy Jones: ...The stakes?
Will: My soul. An eternity of servitude.
Davy Jones: ...Against?
Will: What was it you said about that which is dearest to a man's heart? [pulls out the cloth with the drawing of the key and drops it down on the board] I want this.
[Davy Jones eyes it suspiciously, picks it up with his claw. Opens it. Some of the crew gasp, Jones throws the cloth down angrily]
Davy Jones: How do you know of the key?
Will: That's not part of the game, is it? [sits down] You can still walk away.
[Slowly, Jones sits down. He uses a tentacle to reach into the beard, then pulls out the key, shows it to Will, who carefully eyes it. Puts it back. Again they shake the dice, slam it down on the board, but another cup joins.]
Davy Jones: What's this?!
Bootstrap: I'm in. Matching his wager.
Will: No.
Bootstrap: An eternity of service to you. [looks under his cup] I bid three twos.
Will: Don't do this.
Bootstrap: The die is cast.

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