Thump.
Ten years it's been since I saw her. Ten long years, with nothing but the sea and the souls that perish in it to keep me company.
Thump.
I bore it. The loneliness and the cries of the dead, I bore it all for her.
Thump.
And then I go to see her. I go to see her so she can keep me sane. She can remind me why I accepted this infernal task.
Thump.
And she wasn't there.
Thump.
She forgot me?
Thump.
No, she doesn't forget. Not a promise or, for the unlucky, a grudge.
Thump.
She's gone
Thump.
The waves, the sea, mock me. They whisper her name as they beat at the ship.
Ca.. lyp… so….
She left me.
Thump.
And I can never leave her.
Thump.
Ten years ago I told her "My heart will always belong to you".
Thump.
And it still belongs to her.
Thump.
But it's in my chest. Reminding me that she is there.
Thump.
It reminds me that while she has deserted me, pushed me aside, I can never move on.
Thump.
This cruel incessant thump! Will it never stop?
Thump.
I see the solution. I know what to do.
Thump.
No time for thinking. No time for mourning what was.
Thump. Thump.
I unsheathe my ornate silver dagger.
Thumpthump.
I lift it to my chest
Thumpthumpthump
Give me courage….
Thumpthumpthumpthump
Then all there is is pain.
…
No Davy Jones. No Calypso. No love. No loss.
…
All there is is a white sheet of pain that washes over me.
…
And then I'm on the floor of my cabin.
…
My heart in my hand.
…
I'm not dead.
…
Where would I go if I was? The locker?
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My life belongs to the Flying Dutchman.
…
She will not let it go.
…
She is as cruel as her mistress the sea.
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I slowly move myself.
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There are souls to collect.
…
There is no one I need in my life except the Dutchman now.
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Then…
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From my hand…
…
Thump