What... is this? I don't even freakin' know, man. It's too early in the morning for me to know anything, right about now. Well, I do know ONE thing, if anything. Well, here you have it, the sappy, fluffy story involving Davy Jones and Calypso. I tried not to make it too fluffy, for the sake of Davy's pride. But really man, they're one seriously sad pairing. Frankly, I'm a little mad a Calypso for not coming back after ten years. "It's my nature." Really? Really. Ten years, and that''s the best she comes up with? No. Davy, you're a good lookin' guy. You can get a better piece a' tail than that. xD
Anyways, enjoy my crack, folks.
Three simple, seemingly harmless words can change your life, you know. Words are things spoken, or written... they're fickle things. Very powerful things.
I love you.
Actions can change you life as well. Good, or bad. People can try to hide them from you- sometimes, they succeed. Sometimes they don't.
She left me.
Emotions are perhaps the most impactful force on your life. Even on your very state of mind. They can rip you apart from the inside out, and make you whole again. They can kill you, and bring you back to life.
She broke me.
Living. Life. It's all a risk, a gamble, an uncertainty. Fate is cruel to some. One would think that maybe life would be better if no one said anything, or did anything, or felt anything. Sometimes, I feel it should be that way. Better if we were all heartless.
But without words, without actions, without feeling, life can become... unbearably empty. Like sailing on and on forever, no company to keep. Like in the Locker. No one but yourself.
Without lo
The seagull-feather quill stopped moving, quaking with fury. He took the wrinkled, damp piece of parchment and crushed it with a single powerful tentacle, grimacing. How he hated that word. He clutched it tighter still and turned his head away from the sight. It was an abomination, stupid, after all these years to still be thinking about her. About emotions. His grip on the mold-eaten paper relinquished and it fell to the floor, irreparably torn. One word ran through his mind. Heartless.
Davy ended his torture and shut the music box, placing it back inside the desk drawer.
Yes, my friend. Both abrubt and short. Sorry about that. x3
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