Bitter Sore Memory.
Disclaimer: I do not own Pirates of the Caribbean.
Part one:
Davy Jones
I remember it like it was yesterday. We were so in love, and this was the first time we got to see each other. It was hard, to live ten years with out my beloved.
So I got off the Dutchman and walked onto the beach. After ferrying souls, it was hard to get used to land. At first I couldn't see anyone. I worried, did I came to the right place? Then she did not come running. I knew that this was the place, I was positive. But where was she? My beloved Calypso?
It was that Day. I swore I would never love again. I cut out my heart to avoid the bitter sore memory.
