So I had to pretend I'm not extremely biased towards Davypso (STABBITY-STAB) and write this. This only proves that even if she did actually love him, she still wouldn't be there. So maybe this does happen if Davy is actually... you know. I don't own Calypso or Davy, but if I did Calypso would be dead and I'd be on a beach with a Starbucks Frappuccino talking with Davy, who is standing in a bucket. And Jack and Will and Beckett would be our slaves... muahahaha


"My heart will always belong to you."

"…Calypso.."

The vast landscape of nothing but sand blinded him. Nothing to shade from the sun, nothing to create shadows to save him from the heat. This was Hell. This was Davy Jones' Locker.

This man had lost someone before. She had decided not to wait for him. And in return, he'd showed the Brethren Courts how to bind her. Then he ripped his heart out and locked it away in an iron chest, hiding it from the world.

When he had confronted her more than 200 years later, she said it was her nature. And he wouldn't love her if she was anything but. And he left the brig, in love once again.

Now he is doomed, wasting away in his own afterlife, his own personal Hell because of her. Jack Sparrow and William Turner and Cutler Beckett continuously pop up at the worst times. Of course, they aren't real; it's part of the Locker's macabre.

He sits down in the sand he shouldn't touch, and decides to wait. She knows his heart was pierced by a blade, she knows he's dead. Surely she'll come soon, and they'll live happily ever after.

But this is Davy Jones' Locker, not paradise.

He waits.

And he waits.

And he waits.

And as he waits, a conclusion slowly dawns on him. One he should have realized long ago.

She never loved me. She's probably with another man right now.

His tentacles writhe at the thought, and subconsciously he opens and closes his crab claw, appendages he should have been rid of as soon as he entered the Locker.

He is stuck in his own Hell because of her. She never loved him. And now he is doomed, waiting for something that will never come.

And I don't even have my hat with me.


Soon I'm going to start writing A Debt to Pay, which is the revised edition of Memoirs of an Octopus. However, I may just start writing it after summer, because I won't be able to write during summer. And I know my writing style will change...