Twenty one year old Crow Wolfson watched the clouds in the sky in a bored manner. Her dark brown eyes slightly glazed, firey-red hair in pigtails lying on the deck of the old model ship.

"Hey, lazy bones, dad and I are going out to get some grub, want anythin'?" Questioned her twenty six year old brother, Andy.

Crow looked to him, smiling, "sure," she replied, "where ya'll goin'?" She asked, southern accent thick.

"Mickey-D's," her father, Raven Wolfson, replied.

"Bring me back a big-mac?" She questioned.

"One Big-Mac comin' up," smiled her father, ruffling her hair.

"Thanks!" Crow called after them, sitting up. Her mother was back in the small town they were currently docked at, buying tickets to sell to let people into the Flying Dutchman. She and her family were Wiccans,usually referred to as witches. Yet, she was the only one in her family who did not cast spells and make magick.

She walked down below deck and read the book her mother always kept there open for visitors to read. The first two pages told the legend of the Dutchman. She knew the legend by heart; hundreds of years ago a captain wanted to get around the Cape of Good Hope in Africa, trying to make good time. Some say he crossed it in middle of a hurricane, others say the weather was clear as a bell that night. None the less the ship mysterious vanished for a few days, when it was found everything was set up like the crew had been getting ready to eat. Nothing had fallen off table; nothing disturbed; nothing bothered. They looked and looked, not a single soul, human or animal, was on the huge ship.

In fear of the ship, swearing never to sail it again, the ship was taken to the middle of the ocean and abandoned, people say at night they saw it glowing and going from coast to coast, once every ten years the tired and weary ghost crew was allowed on land. The old captain commandeering the ship; it's said that later Davy Jones took over the ship, giving the Captain a life away from the curse of living eternally. Legend said that for over five hundred years he sailed the Dutchman, getting new crew members, some of the old still staying. Later, he went after a man named Captain Jack Sparrow, briefly got his claw into him, a page of the legend is missing from there stating how the Captain got away. He later retrieved Jones' heart and slashed it right down the middle, killing the spirit in a heart beat, his souls on board finally allowed to cross over. Those wanting to stay were said to be reincarnated.

Crow leaned against the wall as she thought for a long moment, trying to picture herself in front of the Captain Sparrow herself. She chuckled to herself, shaking her head, then walked up towards the deck. Shje held onto her celtic pentacle medallion, her mother told her it was a strong and powerful symbol of their faith, also the pentacle held power. The power wasn't only used for spells, it was used for protection too, and created a shield around her.

Crow paused for a moment, the floor boards vibrated with the sounds of an...organ? She climbed to the top of the deck, and froze. Men were EVERYWHERE on deck, Not only men, but...CREATURES also. One that looked like a hammer head shark, with crab legs moving that were embedded in his back. Crow felt sick, thunk...a ...clunk...thunk...thunk...clunk...the organ music had stopped, the crew froze, all staring at her.

"Wh-who are you? This is my parent's ship!" she screamed, wishing she had a gun or something!

"What are yeh doing about me ship?" growled an scottish accented voice. Turning quickly, and losing her balance as the ship tilted, Crow fell to her bum. Above her stood a man, no...a spirit. His face was wide, tentacles that could have been a beard and long mustache moved with a life of their own, powerful angry blue eyes stared into her brown eyes. A red lobster claw filled with barnacles reached out for her throat. She didn't have anything to defend herself, she didn't cast spells!

Believe in your own power, believe in the power stored in your pentacle, Crow... she recalled her mother saying at times. She closed her eyes in terror for a second, hoping it wouldn't be the last time, thinking of the small metal medallion glowing with pure white light. A barrier made by the pentacle's power and by the ever loving spirit surrounding her. A moment later she heard a scream.

Opening her eyes she gave a shocked cry to find her pentacle glowing brightly, pushing the sea spirit away, the crew backing up. The floor boards shook as a circle with a star in middle of it glowed around her, a wind surrounding her and protecting her. When it is time that every wiccans power is revealed, they will know. To complete this each wiccan, my love, must say who they are, they will go stronger. you must remember, the power does have a limit, use it wisely... She remembered her mother teaching her.

She stood, trying to keep the fear from her eyes, "I AM CROW WOLFSON!" She shouted, "I AM A WICCAN, ALSO KNOWN A WITCH!" She shouted, "I DONT KNOW HOW I GOT HERE!"

"Put down yer shield!" The tentacled spirit growled at her.

"NO!" Replied Crow. "Who are you?"

"Davy Jones," replied the spirit.

Crow stared in awe, she lost her concentration, the sheild vanished, the pentacle's light going dark. The crew advanced on her quickly.

"I wouldn't do tha' if I were yeh," exclaimed another man's voice, Crow turned to find herself looking into the face of the face in the book of Captain Jack Sparrow. "I recognize tha' power," the pirate captain smiled, "th' legends are true...Tia Dalma and yeh Jones really DID have a daughter, looks pow'rful to me mate."

Crow stared, "what?!" She asked as Jones asked.

"It cannot be, not this whelp of a child," exclaimed Jones, drawing her close with his tentacle arm. Crow winced as it wrapped around her arm, leaving slime, she felt slightly sick. "It is..." Davy Jones's blue eyes shone in sadness instead of anger. "I did have a daughter, now I have a great-great granddaughter..." he whispered. A moment later Crow heard her father's voice.

"CROW! Where are ya?"

Crow gasped as she snapped awake, she had been slumped against the mast, she glanced around in terror, nothing. Just her brother, her father, and her. But she knew what she had heard, what she had saw. Blinking, she looked down to find a curled up paper in her hand. Opening it she read it, it had one line on it, This is the missing page from the book. Ye are the missing part of ye legend of auld. ye daughter of Davy Jones and Tia Dalma, to stop the spirit of the sea from coming into your time, ye must save the pirate captain who saved ye. Ye know how a debt that must be paid, save Captain Jack Sparrow! Save your world and your time!

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NOTES: Wiccans visualize power and vizualize pentacles protecting them, its a firm belief that pentacles do hold power and protect over them. :D This is just a story, so please keep in mind I'm only using wicca for the story. :) Not everything about it will be accurate since this is a fanfic. story. :D