He looked out unto the sea, the sun setting on the horizon, casting everything in a pale orange glow. Standing alone on the beach, mist lightly sprayed his face, the bittersweet melody of the locket floating in the breeze.
Hot angry tears rolled down his cheeks, he had waited here in vain.
His love wasted on a force as temperamental as the ocean itself, and just as cruel to that of a sailor bound at sea, now for an eternity, coaxed into fairing souls over to the other side.
Calypso had betrayed him and for that he'd have his revenge in full.
With a hoarse cry of rage, he vowed to never feel the pain of a broken heart and stabbed his dagger deep into his chest, if he could not have control over his heart, than no one would.
Deeper and deeper the pain excoriating but he couldn't care less, he desired more more to dull out all of his senses, drown out all his undesired emotions. He drew the blade out just to do it once more, drawing in down across his chest, making an x over his heart.
He pried out his still beating heart and caste it away in the chest at his foot, the one filled with unsent love letters from his days off at sea while he waited for the dreaded ten years to finally come to a close.
"Calypso," He whispered, as the heart hit the bottom of the chest with a soft thump.
He closed his eyes, her face behind shown his eyelids, memories of better days ran through his head, the ringing of her laughter, the sight of her smile, the soft touch of her lips...yet he felt nothing now, everything had lost meaning, once he realized that she wouldn't come.
He had no one to blame but himself, for being so naive in thinking she'd actually keep her promise, she couldn't have, it was her part of her nature.
He should have known better.
But remembering the love they once shared, the love that reflected in her dark brown eyes when she said those words, vowed to meet him here after the ten years on their island, sparked a hope that was now extinguished, forever.
He took the key from around his neck and locked the chest, and with his own two hands went out and dug a hole, burying it along with all the memories and with what remained of his sanity.
All his humanity now lost at sea.
He had nothing, which implied he had nothing left to loose or feel.
He freed himself from the grips of her bondage and could walk on his own two feet again.
He picked up the locket from the sand and shoved it in his pocket and put the key back on around his neck. He waded through the water, further and further, letting the ocean waves over power him and take him back to the Dutchman where he belonged and where he would forever stay, a lost soul bound at sea...