Disclaimer: I do not (sadly) own Davy Jones or other familiar characters, although most of the events in this fanfic are of my own creation.
Davy Jones was a hardened man.
He had never known joy in life. He did what he had to do…to survive.
He was a pirate. He was not bloodthirsty, but neither was he compassionate. He felt no remorse when he burned down villages or pilfered coasts to get his way. It didn't matter to him. He lived in the present, not anguishing over the past or wondering what tomorrow would bring. The world of 'today' was all he knew.
He was on the dock of a little town. His men knew what to do. Take what they needed to restock…and take whatever means necessary to secure those provisions.
Alerted by a familiar noise, he turned his head with a jerk. It was a wild boar. It would make a tasty meal for his dozens of hungry shipmates. He pulled out his pistol and followed the beast as it ran ignorant into the forest.
He thrashed through the forest wildly. What he had thought to be an easy task was turning into a challenge. No matter how close he got to the boar, it always appeared to be about ten yards away. However, he was determined not to go back empty-handed, and kept on pursuing the elusive meal.
They came to a secluded glade, deep in the heart of the forest, when the boar suddenly came to a halt and turned to peer and Jones.
What does it want? Why has it stopped and made itself a sitting target?
Before he could think it out, the boar snorted and turned itself onto its back rolling in the soft grass. To Jones's shock and amazement, whatever the boar rolled onto turned into a glistening poor of water. Before long, there was a huge lake about ten feet wide and four feet deep. Its water had an unearthly glow, as though it was a pool of melted diamonds.
Jones turned his attention back to the boar, but the beast was gone. In its place was a beautiful woman. Her long black hair cascaded down her back, her powder-blue chemise clung tightly to her. Her deep brown eyes locked into his.
Jones, who could not remember a time when he had had an attachment to anything intangible, was captivated.
The woman teetered precariously, as though she might stumble and fall any minute. Jones couldn't bear that thought: that any moment this perfect vision might slipped away…but it didn't.
Instead, the woman ran to him, arms outstretched, and before Jones knew it, she was clasping to her with all her might.
She whispered almost tearfully, "I knew you would come."