Unknown Daughter
Plot: Davy Jones thought that Calypso had abandoned him all those years ago, but was that really what happened? Six decades later, a violent storm begins to end when female pirate, Nixie Saxon, cries, "Man overboard!" Pulled onto the deck of the Flying Dutchman is a small girl, about five or six years old. At first the crew does not know what to make of the strange child, but Nixie takes the girl into her cabin. Over time the crew bonds to the young girl, but it seems to old Bootstrap Bill Turner that the girl has an unusual fondness for the captain. What secret does this young lass hide?
Author's Note: Hello, this is my first fan fiction. I had the story in mind after watching the third Pirates movie. Hope you enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do not own PotC or any of the characters. However Marina (aka Siren) is my own personal character, and I am borrowing Nixie Saxon and Jim Norton from a friend of mine. This is a different side of her story, Lonely Heart Crying. You will note phrases from her story in order to work with mine.
Prologue: The Journey Begins
Across the sea there was an island, inhabited by a few folk who believed in the forces of magic and destiny. Among them was the voodoo priestess. She had washed ashore on their island some years ago, clutching her small newborn to her breast. The cared for her and helped her and her child to regain their health. The woman had powers that enabled her to create spells, heal the sick, predict the future, and even bring the dead back to life.
No one asked her about her past, except the child she bore, a daughter. When the girl was merely two years of age, she had asked her mother late one night why she didn't have a father. A sad smile crept over the woman's face as she remembered the love of her life. She told her child that she had fallen in love with a man, a great sailor. He loved her as much as both loved the sea, and was even captain of his own ship. But fate was unkind to them and they were separated before he even got the chance to learn he would be a father. But her mother believed one day he would see him again, and he'd get the chance to meet his daughter.
The years passed by in a regular routine. Mother and daughter were spending the day on the beach looking for seashells. The mother preoccupied herself with looking for a specific conch shell while her daughter played by the waterside. She had her little makeshift boat and went out about ten feet into the water. The little girl crawled into her boat and started to pretend she was captain of her own ship, just like her father.
Suddenly the mother felt a storm brewing and decided it was time for her and her daughter to return home. She turned around but she could not see her daughter anywhere along the beach. Then she looked around and suddenly she felt a shiver run down her spine.
Slowly she turned and looked out into the ocean and what she saw made her blood run cold. The little girl had forgotten to put her makeshift anchor in the water and the current had pulled her out to sea. The woman ran out as far as she could, but it was already to late. The girl cried out for her mother, but the roar of the ocean overwhelmed the child's cries. All her mother could do was watch her daughter be carried out by the ocean, screaming and cursing at what ever forces took her daughter away.