Music of Love
A/N: This Davy Jones fic essentially ignores all the hints that Tia is his lost love and assumes that his lost love died, instead of 'leaving him'. Hey, maybe Tia was the one who removed his heart and that's how she ended up in all this. //Wink//
This fic is dedicated to my dearest friend, Nessa Leralonde, whose talent for music is only exceeded by her talent for being a fantastic friend.
Please enjoy and review! This adds on to the scene with Davy playing the organ. His emotions are so raw in those few seconds; I had to expand on it. This fic was also written in celebration of Pirates 3, as were the other two fics I am posting today.
Every night the same sad, mournful tune drifted out of the cabin of the captain of the Flying Dutchman and every night the crew wondered why their captain did play his organ so passionately, so sorrowfully, and always the same song. Some mused it was a mere habit, others thought it may be some sort of ritual to whatever god he believed in and yet more guessed he did it to merely add to his mysterious persona as Master of the Seven Seas.
But none could have guessed that the reason Davy Jones, faithfully, angrily, mournfully sat his organ every night was because of…love.
The moment the sounds of the organ reached the pirate's ears, Davy was transported to a world so different to one he lived in…a world where she still lived.
Images and memories assaulted him relentlessly and yet he continued to play, the music sweeping into his mind, filling Jones with visions of the past…a past he could not return to, no matter how much he may wish to. A young woman danced in front of him, golden hair flying around her head like a halo and cerulean eyes sparkling, locking with his. He looked up from his instrument, human hands flying across the keys.
And then the happy memory is torn apart and suddenly her eyes are dull and clouded with death and she lies so still in his arms and his scream of despair still echoes.
She had been his anchor to the light, but now he drifts alone in a sea of dark. The visions and memories come again and again, and he sees, feels and hears them all, tears dripping down his cheeks, mourning what he lost…hating what he has.
Until, finally, he hits the final notes in his song of loss and the chords echo, tormenting him and if he listens hard enough, sometimes he can make out a faint voice, lost in the music and memories. Whether it's real or not does not matter, for the voice persists every night, transcending time and reality, and that is worst thing of all. It will never stop…it will never leave.
Davy rises from his seat and with one last look at his organ leaves, heading for the deck. But he will be back, for these visions, memories fleeting moments of emotion, while hardly happy, are all the Master without a heart has left.
Finis