Davy Jones' Locker. For those souls lost at sea or those taken by the Kraken or those that Davy Jones deemed to be unworthy to serve on the Flying Dutchman.
At this moment in time, Davy Jones was having serious second thoughts about ever creating this place. He was stuck in it. For all eternity. No-one would come to rescue him like they had for Sparrow.
Jones had lost count how long he'd been in the Locker. He gave up after fifty three days, and that had been a long time ago.
To each who resided in the Locker, it was different. For Jones, it was an ever expanding ocean. And was sitting in a longboat in the middle of it, with no hope of ever finding land. This was because there were no oars in the boat and the sea had no tide. He did try swimming, twice. But he had the same result both times. He ended up back at the longboat.
As you know readers, Captain Jack Sparrow had been here along with his ship, The Black Pearl. To him, it had been a desert that stretched further than he could see. There was no way, he would be able to get the Pearl to any sea there might be. At least he wouldn't without help. And Jack's hallucinations were certainly no help.
Ah, the hallucinations. These hallucinations were designed to drive a person mad. For Jack Sparrow, it was multiple hallucinations of himself. Every single one of them was a Captain Jack Sparrow. And that proves a problem. Which one is Captain of the Black Pearl? The arguing would push anyone's sanity to its limits.
Enough about Jack, let's get back to the former Captain of the Flying Dutchman. Only two things had ever made Davy Jones mad. The first was his betrayal by Calypso. Ten years he ferried the dead. Ten years he'd loved her. Ten years he'd waited to come back to her. Ten years… and nothing. She'd gone, left him. Jones was livid when he discovered she wasn't waiting for him. He went mad.
But this was not the right kind of mad. This was mad as in the sense of anger and resentment. The right kind is the one of insanity and mental instability. The second thing currently sat in the boat with him. This was the right kind of mad.
Why did I ever make a deal with this man? Just so that he could get his blasted boat back. Of all the things, in all the world, I had to go and make a deal with Captain Jack Sparrow.
The man was sitting opposite him, rambling on about rum and his ship and his wonderful adventures, among many other things. The only problem was that Sparrow had already told all of these things to Jones at least twice. There was one more problem. Jones would never be able to get the man to shut up.
Davy Jones, the devil of the seas, was doomed to spend all eternity with the only person that had ever pushed him to the bounds of his sanity.
If Sparrow wasn't a hallucination, Jones would have throttled him. If Jones hadn't been dead, he would have killed himself rather than be stuck in a boat with Jack Sparrow.
And to top it all off, Davy Jones was still squid-faced. As if spending forever with one of the most annoying men he had ever had the misfortune to meet wasn't enough, the Fates had conspired to make his time a complete and utter misery.
Davy Jones threw back his head and roared at the cloudless sky. The sound echoed.
Echoed across the endless sea.
Echoed across eternity.