Theirs was a love story for the ages. It had all the elements – action and adventure, romance and tragedy, everything it needed for an epic tale. And yet…
He had given up everything for her: his life, his heart, even his humanity. All he wanted in return was her love, but her love was wild and free, something no human could possess, even if they gave up their humanity. In the end, all men want what they can't have, and Davy Jones was no different.
He sailed the seas for ten years, doing her bidding, counting the days until their reunion. She still remembered his rage, when she had failed to meet him, the curses he had screamed at the sea, the steps he had taken to ensure she would never leave him again.
His rage had been as nothing compared to hers. Trapped, bound in the body of a human, weak and almost powerless. Separated from nature, from the sea, from her self, and all because she could not love as a human could love. Human love was as binding as the human body, chains that held people together, even when they would rather be free.
Her love was different. It was the gentle drizzle that fell softly and the raging tempest that consumed everything in its path. The call of the sea that made men leave their homes and their families for the feral storms, almost death, and the feeling of being alive the way they never could be on shore. It was the wild rush of satisfaction that came from battling the sea and…not winning, never winning, but becoming part of it, part of the sky and the sea and the world.
She had not been there in her human form when the ten years were up, but the rain that fell that day caressed his skin lovingly and the waves had eaten at the shoreline ferociously, although his anger prevented him from realizing it. She could not be there, could never be there no matter how many times he came to land and waited, for the sea could never truly be tamed, and her love was harsh and wild and free, not bound to a single day and a human body.
Even though their love was never truly reciprocated, Will and Elizabeth remind her a bit of how she and Davy were in the beginning, when she had been discovering the human form, and he had been a pirate with a lust for life and the sea. She watches them together soft, noble born girl with her hidden cunning and iron core, and the boy-man who would give up his world if only she asked. They fight and argue and make each other miserable, but when they look at each other, she can almost feel the fierce power of the sea again. She knows that girl would wait forever for him, her love as constant as the ocean waves.
She is what she is; while she cannot ever be less, cannot ever be human, she can't ever be more either.
She wouldn't want to be, even if she could.
The story of Davy Jones and Calypso was a love story for the ages, but the story of Elizabeth and Will is a love story for the future.
She waits and she watches the humans around her, biding her time and planning her revenge, except for when she dreams. Sometimes she dreams of love and humanity and Davy Jones, but mostly, she dreams of cooling salt spray, rushing waves, and the feeling of freedom.