By: Lisa and Mickys411    Rated PG

The Monkees slowly walked along the pier that edged the harbor, admiring the beautiful scenery. Several boats were also out on the clear blue water. Peter looked over at Micky.
"It was sure nice of your Aunt to invite us here to Monterey, Micky." He said.
"Yeah, I hadn't seen her since she moved up here several years ago." Micky replied. "When her husband was still alive he was a fisherman and his love of the sea rubbed off on her."
The four men came upon a cluster of shops. One was an ice cream store, another was a clothing store and several others sold maritime items to the tourists also visiting the harbor. One shop in particular caught Peter's attention.
"Look at that shop." He told the others, pointing to the shop in question. "Looks interesting."
"Flash's antique store and bait shop." Davy read. "What about it?"
"I haven't been in an antique store in awhile." Peter replied. "I'm going to go in."
"Ok, I'm going to get an ice cream cone." Micky smiled, walking away.
"That sounds good." Mike replied, following him.
"Me too. We'll see you in a few minutes, Peter." Davy said.
"Ok, see you." Peter said.
"And Peter..." Davy added.
"Yeah, Davy?"
"Don't buy any junk, ok? We have enough stuff at the pad as it is." Davy said.
"Alright, Davy." Peter replied, hanging his head.
Davy went over to the ice cream store and Peter walked into the antique shop. As Peter walked in, an older man met him in his fifties with gray hair and a long beard. The man was wearing a naval hat as well.
"Greetings, sir." The man said in a deep voice, "How can I help you?"
"Well, I'm just looking around right now." Peter replied.
"Oh sure! Take your time!" The man exclaimed, "The name's Flash if you need anything."
"Ok, Mr. Flash." Peter replied as Flash walked away.
Peter looked among the shelves and saw several ships in a bottle and old rusty swords. Nothing seemed of interest to him. As he was about to walk out of the store, Peter's eye caught on a rolled up piece of parchment sticking up slightly from inside a broken telescope. Curious, he pulled the parchment out of its resting place and unrolled it.
The printing was faded, but it didn't take long for Peter to realize it was a map! "Hey Mr. Flash!" Peter called.
Flash walked over to him, looking at the map.
"Yes, son?" He asked, "Did you find something you like?"
"Yeah, this looks like an old pirate treasure map to me!" Peter said happily.
Flash looked at the map and then at Peter.
"Oh yes, I had forgotten about that map." He said, rubbing his chin, "It will lead you to Davy Jones' locker."
"Davy Jones?" Peter repeated, "I have a friend by that name!"
"You do?" Flash asked Peter, "Well, that map is for you, my boy! Many years ago, Davy Jones was a pirate who kept all sorts of things in his locker. He made up that map so he could remember where he had buried it, but died before he could return for it."
Peter listened to Flash in wide-eyed wonder. "Wow, that's some story, Mr. Flash!"
"Aye, that's all it is, too." Flash replied, "A story. People have tried for years to find Davy Jones' locker and never have found it."
"I'd like to try though." Peter replied softly. "How much?"
"For that old thing?" Flash laughed, "One dollar."
Peter pulled out a dollar and handed it to Mr. Flash.
"Thanks, Mr. Flash!" Peter exclaimed as he raced out of the shop.
When Peter had left, an older woman came out from a room behind the register. It was Flash's wife, and she had heard the whole conversation.
"Now why did you sell that map, George?" She demanded, "That belonged to Jack!"
"It's a worthless piece of paper, Raylene." Her husband replied, "Might as well make a buck on it."
"But it belonged to Jack..." Raylene began to say.
"Honey, we got to face the fact that Jack is gone." George replied, putting a hand on her shoulder. Who knows, maybe that boy will have more luck searching than our son did."

Moments later, Peter met Mike, Micky and Davy at the ice cream parlor.
The guys were in the middle of drinking their floats when they spotted their friend.
"How was the shop?" Micky asked.
"They had some interesting things, and I got this for a dollar," said Peter, showing the guys the map.
"Peter, I told you not to buy any more junk," sighed Davy.
"But this is a real treasure map, and it told of a pirate named Davy Jones."
"Did you say there was really pirate named Davy Jones?" asked Mike.
"There sure was, and everyone at school teased me about, ‘Where’s your parrot Jones’, or ARR..It's Davy Jones," said Davy.
Micky covered his mouth to keep from laughing.
"Now wait a second Peter, are you even sure that this is even a real treasure map," said Mike.
"But it is," said Peter.
Micky gently took the map from Peter and looked it over, fingering the old paper.
"Sure feels old." He remarked, then handed it back to his friend. "Hey, I know! Let's show it to my Aunt! She's something of an expert on the sea and she can tell us more about Davy Jones!"
"Sounds like a good idea." Mike said, finishing his float.
Peter rolled up the map. "I'm going to get a cone and then we can go back."
So Peter bought a strawberry ice cream cone and the four Monkees drove back to Janet's house.

The Monkees were soon back at Micky's Aunt's house. It was a small but tidy house with a ship's wheel placed prominently in the front yard. Micky led the way inside.
"We're back, Aunt Janet!" Micky called.
"Oh, how was the harbor?" Janet asked as she came into the living room.
"It was beautiful." Micky replied, kissing his Aunt on the cheek. His Aunt was Micky's Mom's older sister and was in her early sixties. She had curly gray hair just like Micky.
"I bought a treasure map, Mrs. Block!" Peter exclaimed, holding out the rolled up map.
"You did?" Janet replied, giving Peter an indulgent smile.
"Yeah, it supposed to show you where Davy Jones' locker is!"
"Micky said you know a lot of nautical stuff, so we thought you'd like to take a look at it." Mike put in.
"Sure, why not?" Janet smiled, deciding to humor Peter, "Let's roll it out on the dining room table."
Quickly, Peter had the map unrolled for Janet's inspection. She pulled out a magnifying glass and began to look it over. Her smile faded though as she began to study the map in earnest.
"This map is certainly old." Janet remarked, "And there appears to be markings on both sides."
The Monkees said nothing as Janet continued her inspection.
When she reached a corner, she looked at the map for several long seconds.
"Well, is this map for real?" Mike asked.
Janet pointed to the corner of the map she had been studying.
"If I'm not mistaken, that's the seal of Davy Jones himself."
The Monkees looked to see a faded imprint of a skull and bones with the skull wearing a handkerchief on its head.
"Where did you buy this map, Peter?' Janet asked.
"At Flash's antique store at the harbor." Peter replied.
"Oh, I know the Flashes." Janet said, "They've owned that shop for many years. Nice people, but a few years ago they had a tragedy."
"What happened?" Davy asked.
"Their son Jack was lost at sea with several friends when a freak storm hit their boat." Janet said.
"Oh, that's terrible." Peter sniffed.
"The reason why I mention this is because their son was very interested in pirates, you could almost say obsessed, and I heard he was also searching for Davy Jones' locker." Janet said seriously.
"Are you saying there might be some sort of curse?" Micky asked quietly. "A curse on those who go searching for it?"
"I wouldn't go that far Micky, but no one has ever found the locker." Janet replied.
"And now we have his map." Davy remarked.
"I'm not absolutely sure, Davy." Janet told him, "I'm going to look up a few things, and then we'll know for sure."

That night, the Monkees were in the guest room, reading over the map.
"I guess Aunt Janet was right about the map being real," said Micky.
"I don't know, I think we should do some researching ourselves," said Mike.
"Hey, I saw a bookstore on the pier today, I bet they have all kinds of books about the map, as well as pirates and the locker," said Davy.
"We can check it out tomorrow," said Peter.
And that's what the guys did.
At the bookstore, the guys were able to find all they needed to know.
"Hey fellas, take a look at this," said Mike, holding up a book.
The guys saw that that in the book there was a photo of the map.
"Well, I'll be," said Peter.
"Yep, and according to this book, many other pirates and sailors had gotten lost at sea looking for Davy Jones' locker."
"Here that Davy, you're famous," said Micky with a laugh.
"Knock it off Micky, this is real stuff here," said Davy.
"Janet was right then," said Mike.
"So what are you suggesting we do, go out there and see if we can if the locker?"
"Doesn't hurt to find out."

Fortunately, the book didn't cost too much, so the guys were able to buy it. As they were walking out of the bookstore, Mike tapped Micky on the shoulder.
"How are we gonna find the locker if we don't have a boat?" He asked.
"When I looked in her back yard earlier, I saw that Aunt Janet has a small sailboat. Maybe she'll let us use it." Micky replied.
"Ok." Mike said, shrugging his shoulders.

When the Monkees came back to Janet's house, they told her of their plan to look for the locker. She wasn't surprised, but clearly had reservations.
"You boys have no idea which island it could be on." Janet said, shaking her head, "There are hundreds of small islands in the area where the locker is thought to be. Even the area where the island is supposed to be has been debated for years!"
"But we have this book!" Peter replied, showing her the book they had just bought.
Janet took the book and read through it. "Well, this does help a little, still...it's a dangerous gamble. I don't want you boys lost like Jack Flash."
"We won't, Aunt Janet." Micky promised.
Janet sighed, knowing her nephew and his friends were determined to go.
"I suppose you'll want to borrow my boat?" Janet said with a knowing smile.
"Yeah, could we? Please?" Davy asked.
"Ok, but only after we've studied the map and this book." She said firmly. "And made sure the boat is supplied and made sea-worthy."

While Janet inspected the boat, The Monkees looked at both maps, repeatedly.
"Yep, these maps are absolutely identical," said Micky.
"Well, that's a big help, said Mike, But how do we know which island the locker is on."
Just then, Peter noticed something on the regular map.
"I can answer that," he said.
"How?"
Peter pointed to a small island that had a big red circle around it.
"You know Peter, sometimes you really surprise us," said Davy.
Peter beamed and said, “Thank you."
Seconds later, Janet entered the house, holding a small toolbox.
"Well boys, I checked out the boat, patched up a few spots and I think it's ready to go, she said, By the way, did you look over the maps?"
"We sure did," said Micky, showing Janet the circle on the map.
"Ok, but let's hope it's really the spot and somebody else didn't mark it to confuse other pirates or sailors," said Janet.
Shortly after, the guys went down to the local general store and bought supplies for their big trip the next day.

At the general store, the Monkees bought flashlights, rain gear, ropes, shovels and other things they might need.
Peter picked up a small packet of aluminum foil.
"What's this?" He asked the others.
"That's a MRTE, Peter." Mike said.
"A what?"
A meal ready to eat." Mike replied. "It's freeze-dried, all you gotta do is add water."
"We should get some of them." Davy replied, putting some in the cart.
At the checkout, the man asked them what they were planning to do.
"We're going to..." Peter began to say, but Micky stepped on his foot.
"We're just doing a little exploring, that's all." Micky said.
Outside the store, Peter turned to Micky.
"Why did you step on my foot, Micky?"
"We don't want anybody to know where we're going, Peter." Micky said, "They might try to find it too."
"Yeah, we want any treasure for ourselves!" Davy put in.

At home, the Monkees and Janet put the supplies in the boat and then looked over the map one last time.
"While you boys were gone, I've tried to figure out the longitude and latitude of the island that's been circled." She said.
"Any luck?" Micky asked.
"Well, the island you want to go to seems to be located in an area off the coast of Monterey called the Monterey Octagon."
"The Monterey Octagon?" The four Monkees repeated.
"Sorta like the Bermuda Triangle?" Peter gulped.
"Yes, it's a group of islands that form a kind of octagon." Sally replied, "The way the islands are arranged make the currents and weather dangerous. That's probably why Jack Flash and the others who have gone looking for the locker have never come back."
"They were caught in a storm, right?" Mike asked.
"Yes, sudden storms do come up from time to time in that area." Janet replied, my late husband was caught in one coming home." She paused, looking down.
"We're sorry." Davy said sincerely.
Janet smiled at the Monkees. "Well, if you boys are going to go, you better go to sleep now."
"Aren't you going with us?" Micky asked in surprise.
"Oh no, I'm too old to go out sailing." Janet chuckled. "I'll stay here and pray for you boys' safe return."
"Thanks, Aunt Janet." Micky said, giving her a hug.

The next morning, Mike backed the Monkeemobile into the yard and helped the others connect the trailer for Janet's sailboat to the bumper. Then they all drove over to the harbor.
Once there, Mike slowly backed the boat into the water and Janet disconnected the trailer. Peter pointed to the name on the stern.
"The Black Diamond. What an odd name." He said.
"Yeah, my husband loved diamonds." Janet replied. "So you boys still want to do this?"
"Yeah, it can't hurt to look around." Davy said.
"Besides, it's a beautiful day." Mike added, "We should be fine."
"Ok, but please take care and don't take any unnecessary risks." Janet insisted.
"We won't and thank you for letting us use your boat Aunt Janet." Micky said, kissing her on the cheek.
The other Monkees kissed Janet too and then climbed onto the boat.
"Put your life vest on!" Janet yelled over to them.
The four Monkees obeyed and then Davy raised the sail and soon they were off. Janet watched them go and then drove the Monkeemobile back home.

The day was warm, sunny and windy as the Monkees took their boat out of the harbor. Davy looked at the compass and directed Micky on the direction they should go. It was a simple boat with one sail so they had little trouble making it go where they wanted it.
After about an hour of sailing west, a group of islands began to show themselves. However, to the south, dark clouds began to show themselves too.
"Janet was right about the sudden storms." Peter said, looking at the darkening sky.
"Well, we're almost at the island that's circled on the map." Micky said, "Hopefully we can find some shelter."
Yeah, this boat only has a small storage area." Mike said.
"I hope this is the right island." Davy said.
As they sailed into the Monterey Octagon, the weather turned worse and the boat began to be knocked around by the choppy water.
"Lower the sail, Davy!" Micky yelled, "Before it's ripped to shreds!"
Davy grabbed the lower beam of the sail, when a huge gust of wind grabbed the sail and knocked Davy back. He lost his balance and fell overboard!
"DAVY!" The other three Monkees yelled.
Davy bobbed up from the water a second later, his life vest keeping his head above water.
"I'm ok!" Davy shouted above the wind, "Throw me a rope!"
Peter threw Davy a rope, but forgot to hang on to one end.
"Peter, what are you doing?" Micky shouted as the rain began to fall.
"I'm sorry..." Peter whimpered.
Just then, a wave hit the boat, capsizing it and knocking the other three Monkees into the water as well!
Fortunately, they were wearing their life vests and soon they were bobbing along with Davy on the water.
"Try and stay together!" Mike shouted to the others.
Mike, Peter and Micky grabbed onto each other, but Davy was tossed away from them. The waves crashed down on them, soaking them, and making it impossible to swim anywhere.
"Davy!" The others called out, but Davy was soon out of sight.
"He can't be gone!" Peter cried.
"No...he had he vest on, so he'll be able to...keep his head above water." Mike gasped, spitting out water.
So the three Men held onto each other and hoped they would find their friend once the storm had passed.

Sometime later, the storm stopped, and Davy was floating out in the middle of the water.
He looked around to see if he could find his friends.
"Micky! Mike! Peter! Where are you guys?” Davy called out.
But there was no answer.
"Oh no, they must have floated out to sea!" he thought.
But Davy didn't give up hope just yet, as he then began to search up and down the water.
It was when he was looking that Davy spotted something in the clear distance.
"I wonder what that could be," he thought and began to swim to see what the object was in the distance. It took Davy awhile but he made it to his destination. It turned out to be an island.

Davy struggled onto the land, due to the fact he was very tired from his long hours at sea and all the swimming he did. He then removed his life jacket, and started to search the island.
"Maybe I can find the guys here," Davy thought hopefully.
Little did he know, Davy was being watched from the distance of large palm trees.
Davy searched around the island for a while, but found no sign of his three friends. He was very tired from his ordeal and decided to rest under a palm tree. Davy curled up under a large tree and was soon fast asleep.
He had no idea how long he had slept, but was quickly awoken when he felt something sharp pricking his chest.
"Hey, what?" Davy mumbled, blinking his eyes.
"Who are ye?" A rough voice asked, "What are ye doing here?"
Davy looked up to see a man with a beard wearing an old ripped coat and pants glaring down at him. The prickly feeling on Davy's chest was from a sword pointed at his heart.
"Hey, point that somewhere else!" Davy snapped, pushing the sword away. He was in no mood for games.
The man's sword was replaced by several others as the man's friends, all wearing rags as well, just like pirates, surrounded Davy.
"Hey, take it easy." Davy said quickly, "My boat capsized and my friends and I were thrown overboard."
"What be your name?" Another man demanded.
"Davy Jones."
At that, the men all gasped and took a step back.
"Did you say Davy Jones?" The first man asked.
"Yeah, I did." Davy replied, "Here's my driver's license." He pulled his wallet out of his pants pocket and showed them his picture.
The men quickly put their swords away, and Davy wondered what was going on.
"You're looking for your locker, aren't you, Davy?" A man asked.
"Well...I was, but my friends..." Davy said.
"You're coming with us, Davy." The first man said again, "Captain Flash will want to talk to you."
"Captain Flash?" Davy repeated, remembering what Janet had said about Jack Flash.
"No time to waste, let's go!" A man said, pulling Davy to his feet.
"But my friends, they're lost..." Davy tried to tell them, but they put Davy on their shoulders and carried him away.

Meanwhile, Mike, Peter and Micky had also been washed ashore on the same island as Davy. They shed their life vests and began to search for their friend.
"What a trip this has turned out to be." Micky groused.
"I hope Davy's ok." Peter said, then pulled the map out of his pocket. It was wet, but the markings could still be seen.
"The current was pulling toward the island, so he should've been washed ashore here too." Mike told him. The truth was, Mike didn't really know, but kept hoping Davy was alive.
"I'm bushed, let's rest for awhile." Micky told the other two.
Mike and Peter agreed and sat down under a palm tree.
"Janet's probably worried about us." Mike said.
"Yeah, she's probably contacted the coast guard by now." Micky replied.
"At least we still have the map." Peter said.
"How can you think of that map right now, with Davy lost?" Mike asked.
"Yeah, you're right...Hey look!" Peter said, holding the back of the map up to the sunlight. "The salt water has done something to the map!"
Mike and Micky looked and now on the back there was a map of the island they were on! It had been hidden under decades of dirt and grime!
"We can maybe use this to look for Davy!" Peter said happily.
Just then, a spear stuck itself next to Peter's head.
"Or not." He whimpered.
Suddenly, the three Monkees were surrounded by several men who looked like pirates, wearing old dirty clothes. They carried homemade knives, spears and swords.
"Don't move!" One of the men ordered.
"We won't." Micky stammered.
The leader, in fact the same man that had found Davy, approached them.
"Who are ye, ye scoundrels?" He demanded.
"We're Mike, Peter and Micky." Mike said quickly, "We're looking for our friend Davy Jones!"
At that, the men surrounding them looked at each other.
"Are ye now?" The first man asked, rubbing his chin. "And what is that?" He asked, looking at Peter's map.
"Our map to Davy Jones' locker." Peter replied.
"The map to Davy Jones' locker?" A man shouted at them, "What are ye doing with it?"
"I bought it in an antique store..." Pete began, but was cut off.
"It belongs to Davy Jones!" The first man said, snatching it from Peter's hand. "He's been looking for it!"
"You've seen him?" Mike asked, "You know where he is?"
"Aye, and we're going to take you to him." Another man chuckled.
With that, the pirates grabbed the three Monkees.

There was a lot of commotion in the pirate camp as the Micky, Mike and Peter were brought in. The three were tied hand and foot to large poles and two men carried each pole on their shoulders. When they came to the center of the camp, they were roughly dropped to the ground.
"Oof, we could've walked." Micky complained.
"Quiet, scoundrel." A pirate snapped, "Here he comes now."
"Here comes who now?" Mike asked.
The three Monkees looked to see Davy being brought in on a chair carried by four men.
The pirates gently put down Davy's chair and Davy stood up.
"What's all the commotion about?" He asked.
"We caught three men lurking about the island." A man replied, "One of them had your map, Davy!"
"My map?" Davy replied, then realized what that meant. "You mean my friends..."
"DAVY!" Micky yelled over to him.
"Guys!" Davy ran over to where Micky, Peter and Mike were lying, "Am I glad to see you! Why are you three tied up?"
"Tell them who we are, Davy." Peter begged, "Please?"
"These are my best mates." Davy told the pirates around him, "Let them go."
"But he had your map!" A man said, pointing at Peter.
"Because I told him to carry it for me, that's why!" Davy replied thinking fast, "Now release them."
The pirates reluctantly untied Mike, Peter and Micky and helped them stand up. They instantly gave Davy a group hug.
"It's good to see you, Davy." Mike said.
"Yeah, but what's going on here?" Micky asked. "Why the fancy chair?"
"Well, it seems I'm Davy Jones, THE Davy Jones." Davy told him. "And these men think I've come back for my locker."
"Aye, we've been stranded on this island for many years waiting for him to come and show us where it is." A pirate with bad teeth put in.
"And now, since we have the map, we can begin." Another voice rang out.
Everyone turned to see a tall man with long black hair in a pigtail and wearing an eye patch sitting near the door of a hut.
"Who are you?" Peter asked.
"I'm Captain Jumping Jack Flash, at your service." He replied, inclining his head.
Captain Flash then stood up and said, “Now what's this all about?"
"Well, you see Captain, your crew thinks my friends stole my map," Davy said to Jack.
"Well, it is your map is it not?”
"Yes, but like I said I told my friends to hold it for me, so nothing would happen to it."
Captain Jack thought for a second, then looked up at Mike, Micky and Peter and asked, “Is this true?"
"Yes captain," Mike answered.
"Well why didn't you say so?" Captain Jack let out a loud and heavy laugh, then turned to his gang.
"Crew, fetch some water and food for our guests.”
And that's what the band of pirates did.
The Monkees were led over to an area with a long wooden table. A short distance away, a campfire was burning. Huts made of wood and palm leaves were scattered around the area. When they went to sit down however, Davy was separated from the other three and sat at a place of honor with Captain Flash, while Micky, Peter and Mike were put at the opposite end.
Tin cups of water were passed around and fish and a few crabs were the main course.
Despite the meager fare, the Monkees gladly ate what was giving them, as they hadn't eaten in quite awhile. As they ate, they had a chance to look at the pirates. Most of them looked to be not much older than themselves and a few of them wore some sort of symbol on a chain around their necks. Micky recognized the symbols as Greek and realized they were from a fraternity.
At the end of the meal, Capt. Flash banged his mug of water on the table to get everyone's attention.
"Alright now, ye swabs!" The Capt. shouted, "That's enough! It's time we heard from our esteemed guest!" He pointed to Davy.
"Me?" Davy asked nervously.
"Yes you, Davy." Capt. Flash smiled, "Tell us now about the map and how we'll find your locker."
Davy gulped and looked at his friends. He didn't know much about the legend of the locker, just what he had heard in school. He decided to stall for time.
"Why don't you tell me first how you came onto this island, Capt. Flash." Davy replied, "And why you want my locker?"
"Very well." Capt. Flash said, "Me and my boys had always been fascinated about your locker, Davy." He said, "And of the treasure it contains. "We men of the Alpha Beta Data Fraternity decided to go look for it. We scoured the area both land and sea and one day me mother found it in the bottom of a chest."
The other pirates nodded in agreement.
"So now," Captain Flash continued, "We set out to find the island, but wouldn't you know it? I had forgotten to take it with me!"
A few discreet chuckles drifted through the air at that. Captain Flash looked to see where it came from, but could find no one.
"A storm came and knocked our boat off course. We were lost for days with the hot sun boiling our brains, little food or water." The pirate captain paused, remembering those bad days, "Then another storm came and pushed us onto this island. We scrambled to survive, and made our camp here."
The four Monkees looked at each other. No wonder Captain Flash and his men thought they were pirates, being boiled in the sun and forced to live off the land.
"Now, you've found your map again, Davy." Capt. Flash said, "And we're going to help you find your locker for you."
"Well um..." Davy paused, "I'll need the map."
"Here it is." A pirate said, handing it to him.
Davy looked it over, not having any idea where to start first. Thankfully, Peter spoke up just then.
"It's on the back of the map, Davy." He said, "It had been covered over with dirt."
"Thank you Peter." Davy said gratefully, he turned it over and looked at the inscription.
"Hmm...it's a drawing of a key underneath a 'W'." The captain mused, looking over Davy's shoulder.
"Yeah, the key is...is..." Davy stuttered, not knowing what to say. If let on he didn't know where the locker was, it would be the death of him and his friends.
"It's under the 'W'." Mike said quickly.
"Yeah, there's a 'W' on the island and the key to the locker is under it." Davy finished.
"Where's the 'W'?" A pirate asked.
"I'm not sure." Davy replied.
"What?" Capt. Flash cried. "It's your map!"
"Yes, but I'm very tired from my trip." Davy replied, "I can't think straight. Let's wait until morning and look for it."
"It's already getting dark, Captain." A pirate told him.
Captain Flash looked at Davy for a long moment, then sighed.
"Very well. We've waited this long to find your locker, I suppose another day won't hurt."
"Thank you." Davy replied.
"But, any tricks from you or your friends to get that treasure for yourself..." Capt. Flash ended the sentence by running a finger across his throat.
Davy gulped and nodded his head. The other three Monkees did the same. The pirate captain then ordered Mike, Peter and Micky to be put into a hut while Davy was to stay in his own hut.
"No, I want to stay with my friends." Davy insisted, but the pirates took him away.
So the Monkees were put into a small hut with a few sticks of wood to burn for a fire. Two pirates stayed outside the door to make sure they stayed put.
"That was quick thinking, Mike." Micky whispered to him.
"Thanks, but I was just guessing." Mike replied, "I didn't see any W's here."
"Maybe it means west?" Micky ventured.
"It could, but what about that key?" Peter asked.
Micky looked at the map once again and shook his head.
"We'll just have to see what happens tomorrow. Perhaps the coast guard will find us."
"Let's hope so." Mike answered, "But they didn't find Captain Flash and his men here after all these years."
With that gloomy thought, the Monkees settled down to get some much-needed sleep.

The next morning, Mike, Peter and Micky woke up from a deep sleep.
"Say fellas,” said Peter.
"What's up?" Micky.
"You don't think the captain meant what he said last night?"
"You mean about Davy being wrong?"
"Yes."
"Don't worry Peter, Jack was just bluffing."
"He didn't look like he was bluffing Micky," said Mike.
"Yeah, judging by the look on his face," said Peter.
"I think we'd better check on Davy."
The guys then went to Davy's hut.
"Davy," called Mike.
There was no answer. The guys then crept into the hut and saw that it was empty.
"Oh no! the pirates took Davy!" cried Peter.
"We got to find him!" said Mike.
And the guys began their search
"Any idea where they could've gone?" Peter asked anxiously.
"Well, the map had a W on it so maybe they went west." Mike replied.
"Then let's go west, young men." Micky said, heading away from the other two. But Mike and Peter stayed put.
"What's wrong?" Micky asked, "Don't you want to save Davy?"
"Sure, but west is that way." Mike replied, pointing in the opposite direction.
"Oh, I knew that." Micky said quickly, and then went the way Mike pointed. This time his friends followed him.

Meanwhile, Davy and the pirates had reached the western end of the island, and had not found a single thing. Captain Flash was getting angry with him.
"Well, Davy?" Flash demanded, "We're as far west as we can go, now where?"
Davy looked at the map once again. They were in the west, but no sort of key or anything that looked like a key was showing itself.
"Look for a key under a rock." Davy told the captain.
"Which rock?" A pirate asked, "There's hundreds of rocks here."
"Well, I can't remember." Davy replied, "I was in a hurry."
"So are we, but we'll look." Captain Flash snarled.
Soon, everyone was looking under the rocks to find the key.

After awhile, the other three Monkees came upon the scene. They hid behind some trees and watched as the pirates looked under the rocks.
"What are they doing?" Mike asked.
"My guess is that they're looking for the key." Micky replied.
"I hope they find it." Peter replied.
"I hope so too." Another voice said.
The three Monkees turned to see a pirate standing over them.
The pirate grabbed Mike, Peter and Micky and pushed them over to Captain Flash and Davy. The pirate gave a broken-tooth smile as they approached, but Davy had a scared look on his face.
"So, you've decided to join us, eh?" Captain Flash chuckled.
"Hi Fellas." Davy said quietly.
"Yeah, we...want to help look for the locker too." Micky said with a fake smile. Mike and Peter nodded.
"That's fine, but we seem to be having some difficulty in that matter, aren't we, Davy?" The captain asked Davy.
"It's been a long time..." Davy sputtered.
"I'm beginning to think you don't really know where the locker is either." Captain Flash said menacingly. "You got the map, but you can't seem to figure it out."
"Um...well, you see..." Davy gasped, getting very nervous. "The W means west and..."
"Go on." The captain growled.
"It's complicated..." Davy gulped.
"Uncomplicate for me." The pirate snapped, drawing his sword. "Where is your locker?"
Davy looked over at his friends for help. They looked at him in fear, but had no idea how to help him. Suddenly, Peter looked up at a line of palm trees lining one area of the clearing and he got an idea.
"Look up there!" Peter exclaimed, "There's your W!"
Everyone looked over at the line of palm trees, then over at Peter.
"Where's the W?" A pirate demanded.
"Look how the trees are arranged, like a big W!" Peter said.
Sure enough, there were four palm trees; the two in the middle crossed each other like an X and the two on the ends spread out to the sides, making a natural W.
\X/
"Well, I'll be a mermaid." Captain Flash whispered, then said louder, "You're right!"
"Yeah, the key is under those palms!" Davy added.
Captain Flash turned to Davy and put his sword at Davy's throat.
"It best be there, Davy." He said slowly, "Or you and your mates will be swimming with the fishes."
"Oh, Goldfish, I hope!" Peter said happily.
"No Peter, I think he means much bigger fish with sharp pointy teeth." Mike corrected.
"That's right, and now you four will dig under that big W and see if you find anything." Captain Flash said.
So the Monkees were given shovels and they began to dig under the W. Fortunately, they only had to dig a few feet when Micky's shovel hit something hard. It was the top of a wooden box.
"Hey, something's here!" He shouted with relief.
"Bring it up lively, now." Captain Flash said.
The Monkees cleared the remaining dirt around the box and brought it up to the surface. The box was only about a foot long and wide and a few inches deep. When Davy shook it, he heard something metal bounce around inside. Captain Flash snatched it out of his hands.
"Give that to me." He growled. He opened the box and sure enough, there was a brass key sitting at the bottom!
"Ah, the key to Jones' locker!" The Captain laughed, holding the key up for all to see.
Captain Flash looked over at Davy.
"Now we're getting somewhere." He said, "Now we need the locker that goes with this here key...and I thought you said at first the locker would be under the W. Then you said the key was under the W."
"Well, I was right, wasn't I?" Davy asked.
"You don't really know where the locker is, do you, Davy?" Captain Flash asked folding his arms as his men surrounded the Monkees.
"Or perhaps he's trying to throw us off the trail, Captain." A pirate told him.
"No, no I'm not!" Davy said quickly, huddling with his friends, "I want you pirates to find it, really!"
"Then what do we do now, Davy?" Captain Flash asked. "Where's your locker?"
Davy hung his head, knowing he was beat. Mike squeezed Davy's shoulder.
"Go ahead, tell them." He said quietly.
"I don't know, Captain Flash." Davy replied. "I have no idea, since it's not really my locker."
The pirates surrounding them pulled out their weapons, ready to filet the quartet.
"So you've been lying to us the whole time, eh?' Captain Flash growled.
"No, my name really is Davy Jones, but I'm not THE Davy Jones who owns the locker." Davy replied. "Just for a lark my mates and I went looking for the locker, and we ended up here on this island."
"I ought to throw you four to the sharks!" The Captain shouted at them.
"No please!" Peter begged, "You have the map! It's the real one! Micky's Aunt Janet said it was!"
"Let us help you find it!" Mike added.
"There has to be some sort of clue as to where to look next!" Micky put in.
The pirate captain paced back and forth for a minute, pondering what the four men had told him. Finally, he stopped and looked at them.
"Very well, I'll let you live to help us find the locker...and for your sakes it had best be soon." Captain Flash said.
"Let us look at the map, Captain." Davy asked.
Captain Flash handed it to Davy. Mike, Peter and Micky huddled around him, trying to figure out what to do next.
There was nothing else on that side of the map except the W and the picture of the key. Looking closer, Mike spotted something written on the picture of the key.
"Looks like there's compass markings on the key." Mike told the pirate leader.
Captain Flash looked at the key in his hand. Sure enough, something was engraved on the key's handle.
"It has the north, south, east and west markings on it." The captain replied, "What of it?"
"Well, the key is pointing left or south on this map," Davy said, "Perhaps that's where we go next."
"Aye, it's worth a shot." Captain Flash told him. "Lead the way, lads."
So the Monkees led the group of pirates south from the large palm tree W. The terrain was rocky and hard and everyone had to be careful so they didn't twist an ankle. Finally, after a long walk, they came to the southern end of the island. The ground was now more sandy with palm trees scattered about. The ocean was visible from there and the Monkees looked about in vain for some sort of rescue boat.
"Now lets look around." Micky said.
"For what?" A pirate asked.
"I dunno, something, anything that might be a clue." Micky replied.
Once again, everyone except Capt. Flash searched the area, looking for a clue to the locker. Looking around some palm trees, Peter stopped when he saw a carving on one of the trees:
DJ
"Davy!" Peter called to him.
"What, Peter?" Davy replied.
"You shouldn't be carving your name on things." Peter chided, pointing at the tree, "It doesn't look nice and besides, it hurts the tree."
"I didn't carve that, Peter." Davy replied, as Mike and Micky joined them.
"Yeah, it's too high for Davy to reach anyway." Micky smiled.
"So if you didn't do it Davy, who..." Peter stopped as the realization hit the Monkees at once.
"Davy Jones!" They shouted.
"Captain Flash, we found something!" Mike called over.
The pirate captain ran over with his men.
"What is it?" He demanded.
Peter pointed at the tree. "It's Davy Jones' initials." He said.
The pirate's eyes glistened at the sight. Maybe now, after all these years, the locker would finally be his.
"Get to work, then." He said as he motioned for his men to give the Monkees the shovels, "Let's see if Davy Jones' locker is underneath this here tree."
The four Monkees had little choice but to dig under the tree for the locker. Hopefully the locker would be under the sand, but then what? They were all still trapped on the island with no way off. What would Captain Flash do with them?
Under the watchful eye of the pirates, the Monkees dug a deeper and deeper hole. They had dug about six foot down when Micky's shovel hit something hard.
"Hey, I got something!" Micky shouted.
"Well, bring it up lads, bring it up!" Captain Flash shouted.
Micky quickly cleared the sand away from the object. It indeed looked like a locker, though it was rusty with age. A pirate threw down a rope and Micky and Peter tied a rope around the locker and the other pirates pulled it up to the surface. Afterwards, the Monkees climbed out of the hole, but now the pirates' attention was on the locker.
"Open it, Captain!" A pirate shouted.
The captain pulled out the key and inserted it into the lock, but the lock was rusty and it took a long time for it to unlock.
Finally, with a groan, the lock opened and Captain Flash opened the locker...
And found it filled with pirate clothing inside! The locker was indeed a locker, filled with clothes and shoes that Davy Jones had used on his adventures!
"What is this?" The pirate captain demanded, fingering a shirt, "Where's all the gold and jewels that were supposed to be in here?"
"All this searching for nothing?" A pirate asked, unable to believe his eyes.
Captain Flash stood up, and gave a roar of rage.
"Curse you, Davy Jones!" He shouted, "A curse on you, for tricking us!"
The Monkees looked at each other in disbelief. Davy Jones' locker was a fake?
Captain Flash angrily marched around the locker, kicking and cursing it. It was clear he had gone over the edge. The four Monkees began to edge themselves away from the pirates, not wanting to be around when the pirate captain remembered them.
Unfortunately, the captain did remember them and turned to see the Monkees trying to walk away.
"Seize them!" Captain Flash shouted.
The Monkees started to run, but were quickly overtaken by the pirates and dragged back over to the captain.
"Going someplace, lads?" Captain Flash smiled, his eyes gleaming with madness.
"Well, you found the locker, you don't need us anymore." Davy told him.
"You're right, Davy." Captain Flash replied, "I don’t need you four anymore."
"Can we throw them to the sharks, Captain?" A pirate asked, rubbing his hands.
"No, that's too good for them." The captain replied. He turned to his men. "Throw them into the hole they dug and bury them up to their necks. We'll let them die of thirst."
"What?" Mike shouted, "Is this the thanks we get for our help?"
"This is what you get for leading us on a wild chase." The captain replied, "All those years of searching for nothing!"
"But it's not our fault the locker was really just a locker." Micky said.
But the pirates pushed the Monkees into the hole and began to fill it up with sand.
"Please, Mr. Pirate sir!" Davy begged, trying to avoid the sand coming down on him, "What would your father and mother say?"
Captain Flash came to the edge of the hole and raised his arm for the pirates to stop.
"What would know about me mother and father?" The Captain growled.
"They miss you greatly." Davy replied, "Micky's Aunt Janet told us that. I don't think they would want you to commit murder."
"Really?" The captain replied, softer this time. "They still remember me?
"Yes, I met your dad in his antique shop." Pete replied, "He's the one who sold me the map."
"What?" Captain Flash roared, "My Dad sold my treasure map to a stranger?"
"Yeah..." Peter started to say, but was interrupted by Captain Flash.
"How could he do such a thing?" He shouted, "He cares little for me, then! How could you even think of buying it?"
"But..." Peter stuttered.
"Finished filling up this hole and make it snappy!" The captain shouted at his men.
The sand quickly rained down upon the Monkees once again. The pirates were almost done, when the sound of powerboats coming toward the beach was heard.
"Hello! Is anyone there?" Someone shouted through a megaphone.
"It's Aunt Janet!" Micky shouted happily. "Hey, we're over here!"
The other three Monkees began to shout as well. Captain Flash looked at all the boats coming toward them.
"We're outnumbered, men!" He shouted, "Run for your lives!"
The pirates turned and fled, leaving the Monkees buried on the beach. The powerboats came up close to the shore and Janet and several coast guard men came running over.
"Boy, are we glad to see you, Aunt Janet!" Micky said.
"Looks like we came here just in time." Janet remarked, beginning to push the sand away from Micky's head. "You boys wouldn't have lasted a day in this heat."
"Who were those men running away?" A coast guard officer asked as he helped Janet.
"It's Jack Flash and his fraternity group." Mike replied, "But they've gone crazy from the sun and they think they're pirates."
"Jack Flash?" Janet repeated, "Oh my. His parents will be glad to hear he's alive."
"We're going after them." Another coast guard man said as he and the others ran off.
"How did you find us?" Davy asked.
"I called in a few favors from my husband's friends and got them to come over here. I used the map that was printed in the book."
After several minutes, the Monkees were free from their sandy prison. Not long afterwards, Captain Flash and his men were led down to the beach in handcuffs. They were put on a boat to be taken back to shore.
"What's going to happen to them?" Peter asked one of the coast guard men.
"They'll be taken to hospitals for evaluation." The man replied, "They might need psychiatric help to get them back to reality."
"I hope they get the help they need." Micky said and the others agreed.
"So, did you find the locker?" Janet asked.
"Yeah, but it was full of clothes." Mike said, disappointed. He pointed to the locker, still sitting open on the beach.
Janet walked over and looked at the items in the locker. The Monkees joined her.
"Maybe the old clothes might be worth something." Micky said.
Janet felt down into the pile of clothes. Her eyes lit up when she felt something hard.
"Wait, here's something." She said. A second later, Janet had a leather bag in her hand.
"Wow!" Micky exclaimed, "Looks like coins!"
"Captain Flash was so angry on only finding clothes that he didn't bother to look deep enough." Janet said as she open the bag. She poured its contents into her hand. The bag contained several gold doubloons!
"We're rich!" Micky smiled.
"Sorry, Micky, but we're going to have to give this over to the authorities. We're in California state waters and so they have a claim to this too." Janet replied sadly.
"That's not fair." Peter pouted.
"I know, but it's the law." Janet replied, "Still, we'll get a share of the money."
With that, the Monkees closed up the locker and carried it back to the waiting ship.

When they got back to shore, Janet and the Monkees told a very happy Mr. and Mrs. Flash their son was still alive. The relatives of the other men were also glad to have their sons found alive.
Later on, Janet and the Monkees decided to share whatever money they got with the Flashes, to help pay for medical treatment for their son.
Jack Flash was in the hospital for several months, but eventfully recovered from his ordeal and no longer thought he was a pirate.
Several months later, the state gave Janet and the Monkees their share of the money. Even after giving some to the Flashes, the guys had enough money for food and to keep Mr. Babbit off their backs for a long time.


The End.