Chapter 1
The Storm
Once upon a time there was a man named Davy Jones. He was a sailor, and loved the sea more than anything. He spent his entire life battling and taming the sea, until one day the goddess Calypso noticed him. As the sea goddess Calypso knew everything that happened on the sea, but generally paid mortals no mind. She met Davy Jones on the deck of his ship one tempest tossed night, to meet the man so dedicated to cutting through the oceans she personified.
When she first laid eyes on the man in the flesh she was not overly impressed, yet a small part of her mind was instantly enraptured. He looked the part of a sailor perfectly, being tall and broad shouldered, with light brown hair curling to his shoulders. His beard was fairly short and his eyes were black, but twinkled as he braved the raging sea. His cutlass hung at his side and his pistol was safely in its holster. They would not be of use to him in this fight. He was about 25, and completely oblivious to the Obeah woman who had appeared on deck.
Stepping forward Calypso said with all the power of the wind in her voice, "Davy Jones! You are admirable, but why do you fight me? You will not win tonight." Davy Jones had only a moment to take in the seemingly 26 year old woman, with her dreadlocked hair pulled into a messy bun atop her head. The wind didn't stir her dress even as it whipped around her tearing at the sails, and the waves seem to part around her, leaving her dry even as they drenched an already soaking Davy Jones. His eyes widened as the wind stole his voice and brought it to her with its thick Scottish accent. "Who are yeh?" he cried.
"My name? It's not important. You shall be shipwrecked upon an uncharted island. I shall meet you there and then we shall discuss an arrangement between the two of us."
A wave crashed over Davy Jones, obscuring his vision, and when he looked back she was gone, and Davy Jones was once again left alone on deck. A sudden swell rose over the boat and there was a huge crack like the thunder pouncing around the ship as the mast broke in tow. The sails went limp and were pulled up towards the heavens as Davy Jones' ship, The Serpent, was left to the mercy of the sea, and Calypso. As it turned out, neither was feeling merciful.