Jones made a growling, gurgling sound with his tentacles as Beth escaped.
"She's useless to me anyway- but mark my words, Madam Turner, Mick.... All the destruction you will see from this point forward will not stop until you two bring me the Flying Dutchman!" He pointed his claw at the two, while he cursed them to find his ship.
He turned away from the pair, hobbling towards the door leading to the beach. His rage boiled and grew as he found himself even more lost in this new world of technology and anonymity. Not knowing of the Flying Dutchman? Not knowing your afterlife? No fear of death? OH he was going to bring them death, now. He was going to bring death and destruction and the wrath of the oceans...