Author's note: Most of you should know that "Calypso's Fury" was a scraped title for the third Pirates movie, I like that title and it seems to fit the plot line I have here.
Warnings: Rum, language, mutiny, a Goddess' wrath, Jack Sparrow, more rum, and sea turtles.
Disclaimer: I don't even really own the title as you know from the author's note I just own Jack's entrance, the plot and the four turtles.
Calypso's Fury
The sun was just reaching its zenith in the sky and the sailors aboard the Morning's tide were still hard at work; well most of them were. A few were still sleeping off hangovers from their excessive drinking the night before and that morning.
The cabin boy, probably only twelve years old, busied himself with trying to coil rope in place of one of the men, when he happened to look up and out into the ocean. He set down the rope and moved closer to the rim of the boat to get a better look at the sight before him and before two minutes had past most of the other crew members had stopped what they were doing to join him.
Out on the calm sea was a long boat and atop its mast was a man, whose long brown hair waved majestically in the salty wind. The man turned to face them, took off his hat and gave them a polite salute, to which the boy returned.
The man leapt off the mast and grabbed hold of four ropes that were tied to the mast and what seemed to be…four sea turtles. Jack sparrow yanked the ropes, signaling to the turtles that they were swimming a little off course. The turtles moved back into place and Jack sat in his boat (In which he had carved The Puny Pearl into the sides), grabbed the oars and began to paddle. The crew of the other ship slowly began to go back to work until only the cabin boy and a few others remained. "That's right ship," Jack muttered under his breath more to himself than to the Morning's Tide "you just keep sailing by."
He paddled and the turtles swam (occasionally Jack had to steer them in the right direction) for several more minutes until they were no more than a black speck on the horizon. Jack however could still see them very well when he turned his back and uttered a short whimper of longing before turning his head again to keep the turtles in line. "Miss me Pearl…" he said loudly.
One of the turtles turned his head question, as though it understood what he had just said. Jack sighed, "The Black Pearl was me ship." He told the turtle, "But she was stolen from me… by the same man twice."
The turtles stopped abruptly and turned to look at him. "Yeah I know it's not fair, now come on, we still got many leagues to cover before we reach…" he pulled out the piece of the map he had stolen from Barbossa and turning it so the turtles could see "…the fountain of eternal youth!" he declared, his expression brightening visibly. The turtles turn back and continued o swim almost more enthusiastically than before. "That's the spirit mates!" he chirped "You fine turtles are the best crew I've ever had!" Jack tossed them bits of food from his supplies which they gobbled up happily; little did he know that this food was the only thing that kept the turtles with him.
Hours later another ship caught sight of Jack, this one however was looking for him.
"Captain Pintel!" a pirate with one eye shouted excitedly. "Ah see 'im! Ah see 'im!"
"Temporary captain." Pintel grumbled much the way Jack would have grumbled when someone neglected to call him by his title. "I don't understand why Barbossa and Jack where always fighting for this position, it's not as fun as they made it seem." He mumbled walking over to stand with his buddy.
"Well you don't have to be it much longer." A very short man said from below them.
"Aye, yer right Marty," Pintel responded then turned his attention to a taller man with a parrot on his shoulder that was currently steering the ship, "Mr. Cotton!" he shouted getting the mute's attention. "Jack's been spotted, send over the messenger!" he ordered.
Mr. Cotton nodded and made a strange noise. " Squawk! Dead men tell no tale!" the parrot squawked taking flight in Jack's direction.
Now, Jack was quite unaware of the ship that was just behind him and was busy telling his friendly crew-turtles about his amazing adventure in the locker...for the third time, he tugged at the ropes again "No, no, not that way, this way! That way bad, this way good," one of the turtles began to swim in the direction he was pulling. "Yes! That's right! Follow Edward! That's great work turtle, when we reach the fountain of eternal youth you get to be the first one to drink!...After me of course." Something landed on his shoulder causing him to jump.
"Rawwk! All hands on deck! All hands on deck! Skuaaak!" said an all too familiar parrot.
Jack turned around confused and smiled at the sight of his ship, "It's the Pearl!" he shouted delightedly to the turtles.
"Oi Captain!" Marty shouted from the deck when they were in hearing range "Awaiting orders sir!"
The ship came closer and they hauled up Captain Jack Sparrow on to his ship. "Well this certainly is a surprise." He said his voice lowering a bit into his captain's voice.
"Temporary Captain Pintel said ta find ya first thing first." Ragetti said with a goofy smile playing on his lips.
Jack narrowed his eyes, "Who?"
"Me, captain." Pintel said stepping forward, "You can take your ship back now Captain Sparrow."
Jack gave the rest of his crew odd looks, "Well why him? How come Mr. Cotton didn't become captain? What happened to Barbossa anyway?" he asked.
"Pintel became captain by popular vote." Marty said and was going to continue when Ragetti interrupted him by telling Jack that Pintel won because he'd voted for his friend instead of himself ("Just like you did at the Brethren Court!" Ragetti beamed). Jack accepted this answer and waited to find out what happened to Barbossa.
"We tossed rum down his throat and mutinied!" Pintel exclaimed, "After that we left him in Singapore and left to find the REAL captain." Obviously the 'real' captain was whoever had the map to find whatever treasure they were seeking.
Jack smiled, "Well I'll tell you one thing we can all learn from this; the loyal crew members get the best treasure of all!" he turned around suddenly leaving the Black Pearl crew confused as he headed to the side of the ship. "Ya hear me boys?" he called to the turtles beneath, "You each get to have a bigger percent of any plunder we get on our voyage, come on up!" He began to pull on the ropes to get the turtles to swim closer so he could pull them aboard.
"No, no no no no…." Pintel murmured "captain, we can't take them with us!" he said stepping forward to take the rope from Jack.
Jack turned around hard and fast and scolded the man. "Hold your tongue Mr. Pintel!" he lowered his voice back to its normal level of loudness "I'mthe captain andI say they're coming."
No one else argued, in fact after Pintel was snapped at Ragetti came over and helped him pull the turtles up, other crew members followed.
"I miss being captain…" Pintel muttered sourly after sometime.
Once the turtles were safely on board they began to wander around unnoticed as the rightful captain of the Black Pearl began to give orders and set the course. "Any questions?" he asked when he had finished "or comments?"
Mr. Cottons parrot spoke up "Rawwk! Man overboard! Wark!"
"It appears you're right Mr. Cotton." Jack said with a smile, "We're missing some one. SET SAIL FOR TORTUGA!" he ordered "And when we get there search for Gibbs, we need our first-mate back!"
"AYE!" Many crew members shouted in agreement, missing the man mostly for his excellent company and story telling. Jack took the wheel and smiled, he was back where he should be and he was sure that he would stay there this time.
After she had been released Calypso had left not longer caring for the outcome of the battle, only leaving a maelstrom for the flag shipsthe Black Pearl and the Flying Dutchman to use as a battle field. At the time she was angry with Davy Jones and wanted no part in his affairs, but the battle ended and she wanted to see him but she couldn't find him. She searched for Davy wanting only to know if what Will Turner had told her was true, and, if things went well, if he would still accept her love as she would his. She went to the Dutchman and on seeing it (looking like a brand new ship) she knew there was a new captain... Which meant Davy Jones was dead.
At first she did nothing... nothing at all. She felt empty and confused. It was like her soul slipped out of her body for a moment and she watched herself stand stupidly where she was, staring at the ship that had once belonged to the man she had once, and still loved.
Things came back into place slowly and she realized she was screaming. No! Davy wasn't dead! She screamed louder. Anguish was something new for the goddess and the effects were catastrophic. All across the ocean brutal storms erupted from the calm and violently tore apart fishing boats, up-turned pirate and Royal Navy vessels and causing panic to strike anyone unfortunate enough to be caught in it.
Though the storms where violent they didn't last long, still the new captain would have many souls to ferry to the next world (If he did his job, that is).Calypso clamed herself and set out to where the maelstrom she created had been and search for her beloved. She searched for any trace of him, any at all and was delighted to find his pistol half buried in sand beneath the waters, but the glee lasted only a few seconds for only meters from the pistol she found his limp body tangled in reeds.
Once again she found herself doing nothing, this time when she came back to reality she swam over to him muttering under her breath, "It's a trick, the mortals are mocking me… he isn't…" Of course the instant she touched him he'd snap his eyes open and laugh at her surprise. When he was human Davy DID have a habit of faking his death to get out of paying money to men he'd lost it to when he gambled. It was only natural he'd play that trick on her too. "Did I scare ye?" he'd say and she would respond by bopping him on the head angrily and then laughing it off.
However when she touched him he didn't open his eyes, or smile and laugh, he remained perfectly still and she knew he was no longer in this world. She shook him trying to call him back from the land of the dead, she could bring him back to life; she could.
Not if he doesn't have a heart, her own voice said, you can't revive the dead if they are not whole.
"I can so!" She answered herself stubbornly and concentrated her power onto the lifeless body before her attempting to pour life into it, but when she cut off her power nothing had changed. Davy Jones was still dead. Her inner voice gave a mischievous giggle.
Why was she so determined to bring him back? Why was she so upset that he was gone? Sure she loved him, but had he not betrayed her and told the Brethren Court to bind her in human form? She should still be furious for all those years she had spent in a weak mortal form, being forced to live as one of them, and forced to live far from the sea; and yet she wanted to be with the man who was responsible for all the years she'd spent suffering as a mortal. Then something clicked in her mind.
"Calypso you fool, you 'ave been mortal, an' part of you will forever be mortal!" Sshe sighed, "You've learned to forgive…" she gently caressed the dead man's arm; this sudden realization caused more storms to go off, these ones not as aggressive as the last and less men died but they did last longer than their proceeding storms. "Dis was all my fault…!" she cried softly squeezing Davy's lifeless arm tighter.
A presence banged in her mind, one she hadn't felt in a long time, a powerful (though not as powerful as herself) being was heading her way. She turned and faced a huge monster with the upper body of a shark and the lower body of an octopus. She forced a smile though her despairing mind.
"I'm home Adelpha," she said to the creature known to mortals as the legendary Lusca; but Calypso knew it as a loyal pet, her smile disappeared and she turned back to her dead lover, "…but I am not whole…"
Adelpha made a noise which to a mortal's ears would have been deafening, but Calypso was a goddess and knew that was her way of communicating. Adelpha was asking what had happened.
Calypso gave the quickest answer she could; skipping the fact that it was Davy Jones that told the mortals how to imprison her. Adelpha made more inquiring noises and Calypso answered her pet. Yes, she had suffered; yes she was angry; no, she would NOT want to go through it again; and with sadness she told Adelpha that, yes, Davy Jones was dead. The Lusca fell silent for a moment knowing how much her master had loved the once-mortal man, and then made one last questioning noise.
"Yes.." Calypso answered slowly "Kynthia, your sister is also dead…" Kynthia; the Kraken had been the pet of Davy Jones.
Kynthia had become very attached to Davy Jones and when Calypso had asked her to go with Davy to help him ferry souls of the dead, she readily agreed, and proved to be as loyal to him as Adelpha was to her.
Adelpha roared with rage and despair. While still young, before Davy Jones had come along, Adelpha and Kynthia had been very close sisters; now that one was gone the other would tear the oceans apart, wanting revenge. Calypso couldn't tell Adelpha that it was Davy who had killed Kynthia; even though it was only because he was forced to (Davy had loved Kynthia almost as much as he would his own daughter, had he one). Adelpha and Calypso both mourned for several minutes over the loss of their two loved ones, before they calmed themselves.
What would they do now?
Adelpha growled a suggestion. "Revenge?" Calypso answered. Yes, revenge would be nice, but who would they punish?
The Brethren Court came to mind. Though the ones who had sealed her away were long dead their descendants had been the ones who had released her. So they were in some way responsible for Davy's death. If it hadn't been for their stupid war! If it hadn't been for Cutler Beckett and his East India Trading Company! (She was a rather upset that Beckett was already dead because now she couldn't take his life herself) If it weren't for Jack Sparrow and his debt! If it weren't for…
Calypso paused in her thoughts. Jack Sparrow. He made a deal with Davy Jones many years ago, trading his soul for a ship, but he never paid off his debt, instead he got William Turner the II and his soon-to-be-wife mixed into it, and set out to find the chest which contained Davy's heart. If Jack Sparrow had paid off his debt like a man, then William would never have met his father on Davy's ship and the East India Trading Company would never have gotten hold of the heart.
It never once occurred to Calypso that if things worked out that way she never would have been released, but she wasn't thinking about herself this time; another side affect of having been mortal.
"Jack Sparrow…" She said coldly as she touched Davy's cold, lifeless body once again (this time using her power to create a bubble of air around him), she smiled and did an almost perfect imitation of his special, unfeeling tone, that he only used when he meant business,
"You've got a debt to pay…"
Author's end note: Okay so this is how I'd Start the fourth movie if I was in charge of writing it. This is going to start out as just a one shot, but if I get enough reviews saying that people like it, I'll continue making it my first multi-chapter fic. I hope you readers decide you like it, I'm getting attacked by plot bunnies and I would love to continue to write this, especially since I did quite a bit of research to get this story started, like the Lusca, I didn't make that thing up, nor did I make up its name or the Kraken's name. The Lusca isn't the only mythical creature I'm going to add into this, I'm defiantly mentioning Sirens and mermaids, and my Vulture Editor had wanted to see Scylla and Kharibdis in the Pirates of the Caribbean movies, so maybe they'll get some screen-time in the fic… Damn it I'm ranting! Sorry folks, read and review and you'll get another chapter!
Vulture Editor: Please review. And I say this for my own sake not yours (I'm a bitch that way), I really would like to have the honor of editing the rest of the fic if there are enough reviews.
