Will parries again and again, effort only required in holding back. His father's technique is non-existent, but his determination makes him formidable.

However, Will have the advantage of being in full command of his mental capacities. If this were anyone else, he could run him through in a second.

But it isnt anyone else.

Will forces his father's hand down onto the railing of the Dutchman and brings the hilt of his sword hand down hard on the prone wrist, knocking Bootstrap's sword to the ground. It's the same movement that snaps Will's own sowrd up and holds it to his father's neck. A threat, and a show of what he can do.

Then a feminine gasp behind him catches his attention. Will looksover his shoulder to see Elizabeth -

- His wife. On the Dutchman, come after him -

- knocked flying, and sprawled on the steps to the upper deck, where a blow to the head leaves her unconscious, and at Jones' mercy.

Turning back to his father, Will draws the knifehis father once gave him, on which he made a vow.

"I'm not going to kill you. I made you a promise."

The knife goes down hard in the railing beside his fallen father, and Will turns away to his bride.