Barnacle stumped over to Bootstrap Bill, disdainfully eyeing the mental wreckage of the latest crewmember, Will Turner. "That boy o' yourn be kind of a dud, ain't he?" Bootstrap nodded a bit sheepishly. "Err.. yeah, but you can hardly blame him, Barney. He just has to get used to things is all." Barney nodded, agreeing, "aye, aye, can't say I was much better meself. 'Cept I didn't pet keys to me boo-dwar." "That's boo-DWA," corrected Bootsrap. At this, the shambles that was William looked up with grin and a crazed glint in his eye, hissed, "PRECIOUSSS!" and went back to stroking the key. Turner senior of course, realised that this was no Boudoir key but something more serious. Sadly, being sold to a cursed ship by a friend, falling from great hights, getting a flogging, and then having to stealthally steal said key from under a slimey tentacled "beard" didn't do much for one's physical or mental health. "He's got a girl, too," Bootstrap muttered remorsefully. Barney looked at the younger Turner with nothing but pure pitty. "Poor wretch. No wonder 'e went hoff the Deep End. Well," he said with a change of tune, "Ere ye up fer a game o' Pirate Dice?" Dear William is from Pirates of the Caribbean.