Freedom.
I granted freedom to Davy Jones.
Davy Jones is dead.
The sea has raged for days, turning against any ship that dares to try to sail her.
The sea is mourning.
I am mourning.
Davy Jones is dead, dead, gone.
Because of Jack Sparrow.
And the sea does not begrudge him.
I do not begrudge him.
But I hurt and burn with a passion I thought to have buried when he turned on the souls.
The sky weeps openly across the world.
The sea thrashes and moans and storms.
She misses her Davy Jones.
She is mourning.
I am the sea.
I miss my Davy Jones.
I am mourning.
I wonder now, now that my anger has subsided, now that I no longer care about his betrayal, if he thought of me often.
I thought of him every single day.
He tormented me, haunted my mind. When any person would die at sea, I would burn with want to join him on his journey, to see my Davy Jones even if he had turned his back on his journey.
Once, long ago, him was a man.
But then he turned his back on his duty, leaving countless souls to misery.
I should be angry.
I only ache for my Davy Jones, the master of my heart.
My love.
My darling Davy Jones- how I hate you! You make me burn with anger, burn with hatred! You turned your back on a duty you agreed to, because I followed my nature! You are a fool, a traitor, and a bastard! How I loathe everything about what you have become, everything you once could have been!
You fool- how I love you. I cannot help but remember that day, years and years ago, when we lay on the beach and I told you the secrets of the sea in exchange for the promise of your love. I loved the smell of you, salt and brine and some foreign spice always tangled in your hair. I loved the way you smiled at me, the way your arms fit perfectly over my own, the way you tenderly touched the sea to let me know you still thought of me.
Oh, my late Davy Jones, I miss you.
I mourn you.
The sea mourns you.
I wish to touch you, but I cannot reach, even as a goddess.
I wish to hurt you, but I could never bring myself to do so.
I wish to kiss you, but I am too proud.
I wish you lived.
I wish I did not mourn you as I do.
The sea is lonely, Davy Jones.
Why did you betray me?
Break me?
Ruin me?
I hate you, Davy Jones.
But I love you all the same.
I mourn you.
The sea mourns you.
And the world will never see an end to the storms, the rage, the rain, the tears, the pounding waves, the pounding grief.
Because the sea will always mourn Davy Jones.
Because I will always mourn my only love, my only hate, my only passion.
Just a five hundred word drabble I wrote a few minutes ago. Tia Dalma was my favorite character in this movie, so I couldn't help but write about her interesting relationship with Davy Jones. Review, please!