Without a heart
(The heart of Davy Jones)
He left his crew, ordering them to wait with the ship near the coast until he returns, and set off across the island to find the deserted beach on the other end. On the top of the cliff he fell to his knees and with all might that he possessed called that, which had tormented him already for ten years.
"Why? Calypso, why?" He lowered his head, washing the years of bitterness away with tears just as salty as his beloved ocean. The sky darkened, covered with heavy clouds. The air thickened. A lightning flashed, followed by thunder. It started raining. Calypso was crying. For the first time of her boundless existence someone asked her this question, and she didn't know the answer to it.
He made the decision. He found the perfect way to end it. He will no longer make a fool out of himself. She had been unfair and cruel. She hadn't kept her promise. He would break it, too.
He held his face up; it was now covered with his tears mixed with raindrops – her tears, and his right hand was holding a dagger he once got from her. One swift movement and it was done – his dark heart, living, pulsing and bleeding fell to a solid wooden chest.
The tears slowly faded away, only single one remained; slowly streaming down his troubled face – a remainder of his foolishness. It was all gone. He is free now. There is nothing that would belong to her in him anymore. It is his victory, he was sure. But it was just another mistake.
A/N: I apologize for any errors in grammar I may have made. Also for anything that may not correspond with the events as they were pictured in the movies. I saw them quite some time ago, and wrote this around that time too, so I don't exactly remember everything. Anyway, it's just a small drabble – cuz' I felt like it.