This just sort of came to me while listening to the AWE soundtrack, specifically the unreleased maelstrom battle music which really, whose idea was it to not include it on the official soundtrack, anyway? Hans Zimmer is a genius! So here's a drabble


It was not in her nature to stay. Despite her love for him, she'd felt the call of the sea and storm as she always would and she was powerless to resist that beautiful freedom. No man could ever keep her, not forever, and so when Davy Jones had returned to land to find her gone, she'd been whipping up a storm off the coast of South Africa. It was what she loved and what she lived for and so when the Brethren Court had tricked her and bound her in this prison of flesh and bone, she'd wept and raged for days.

That memory was fresh in her mind when Barbossa released her and the truth was spoken out loud, that Davy Jones, her love, had betrayed her. It did not occur to her all those years ago that her whimsy in skipping out on their meeting would prompt such an action.

Anger and hatred blinded her and she spat curses down upon the pirates. She didn't care that they had freed her, she didn't care that they expected some form of gratitude or favor.

Damn them. Damn the Court. But most especially, damn Davy Jones for what he had done.

As the powers again filled her, overflowing, so much power that she hadn't felt in so long, she could not contain it any longer, did not wish to, and she let it spill forth. The skies darkened and unleashed its torrent of chilling rain and the winds raced and the ocean heaved and she'd never felt so alive as she did then, in her grief and vengeance.

To those who wished to rule the seas, she would show them what such mastery was truly like and see who survived the ordeal, if any at all.

She became the sea again and it became her. One and the same. She rushed beneath the keels of ships, accepted the fallen bodies of dead men as atonement. This was surely greater than any man, any mortal pleasure that could be found.

"You've been stranded here for so long. What is your name?"

She'd considered striking him down but something in his words, in the way he said them, stayed her hand. His eyes were honest and kind and hid pain behind empathy.

"Calypso," she said. His skin was tanned from the sun, lines around his mouth and eyes. She did not know why she wanted to be near him but she was curious to find out.

They were surely regretting their actions now as the sea threatened to take them only to recoil at the last second, toying with them. How she had missed this! She screamed and there was lightning and thunder.

"You lied. You could have left this place long ago. Only you didn't. Why?" His eyes studied hers and she returned his gaze.

"Once upon a time, I would have," she admitted. "But now...do I really have a choice?"

"Of course."

She smiled and ran her fingers lightly over his arm. "Between the world and love, which would you have chosen?"

He did not need to say anything because the answer was clearly written in his eyes.

She wept.

She wept for the lovestruck woman she had been and she wept for leaving him and for his betrayal and for her final act of judgment. She had loved once and only once and vowed she would never do so again because Davy Jones was the only man who could ever capture her heart.

And because she'd always longed for his, she knew the precise moment when it stopped beating. She felt him die and she cried out and gathered him in her watery embrace and forgot all about the ordeal she had set in motion, her vengeance satisfied.

Her storm began to dissipate as she settled him into his dark and watery grave.

"Ten years is nothing, only a small price to be paid. It is an honorable responsibility."

"And when I return?"

"I will be waiting for you. I promise."