Davy Jones

I met her on land, on the one day I am allowed. I was walking along the shore, looking for "survivors" in a battle just near where my crew had docked the Flying Dutchman, and I noticed my pocket had felt a little light. I then realized what had happened. My locket had fallen out. MY locket, all that I had left of the one woman I had once loved so long ago. I searched frantically, but in a composed way, should one of my crew find me in my state of worry. I then heard movements somewhere near me.

I turned, knowing if it were one of my men, they would have addressed me. That is when I saw her. She could not have been older than sixteen. This girl was fair skinned, with long, straight, very dark brown hair. I could not see her eyes from where I was, but she looked delicate in her dress. She had found my locket and stooped over to pick it up. As she stood, I found she had not seen me. I decided to follow her.

The girl lived in a lovely manor, with decadent gardens of peonies freshly bloomed. They perfumed the yard, and lined a path made of cobblestones leading up to an ebony door. I found a window and peered inside. The girl was listening to the song of my locket. She stood up and started to dance to it. She was graceful and looked like a blossom when she spun. She was moving her lips, probably to hum along to the tune, but I could not hear her.

I grew curious. I had to know who this girl was, and, realizing that she most likely did see me on the open sands, how she managed to do what no one else could? Most people, upon seeing me, would cower in fear and run away (or at least try to). I went to the door of the house, and, finding it open, I stepped in silently. She had not heard me, so I continued to traverse the hallway, not having to travel far when I came to a door and heard the soft chime of my locket behind it. I opened the door slowly, and it creaked a little. She did not notice, for as I entered, her back was still turned to me.

It was when I could have reached out and touched this mysterious girl that I finally spoke.

"Have you never learned not to take what you do not yourself own?" She stood and turned to me, not shocked whatsoever.

"Yes I have, but it was such a beautiful locket…I apologize" Her voice was soft and angelic; and as she turned I finally got a glimpse of her eyes. They were a dark blue, like the ocean depths. This delicate girl was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen in a long time, and hearing her voice softened something in me.

I asked of her "Why do you not fear me? Don't you know who I am?" My hands were on my hips at this point. She stared at me for a moment before moving her plump rosy lips in response.

"I know who you are. You are Davy Jones, and I am not afeard of you because I do not know better. I also believe you would not harm a young lady like me, you may be a pirate, and a well known one at that, but you are still a gentleman…at least, that's what I assume. Please, take me with you." She was right. I have no reckoning as to why I listened to her, or decided to do as she asked, but I did, and so she joined me on my ship. I could not resist her. She was a thing of beauty, and by not fearing me she gained something not many did…my respect.

As we walked, she told me her name, Claire, a lovely name for a lovely girl. I had allowed her to take a few things with her; so she took two dresses, and a nightgown for sleeping, a comb, brush and some ribbons for her hair. The dress she wore now was black velveteen and taffeta. It fit her just right, making her look like a life sized porcelain doll. When we got to the shoreline, I noticed that none of my men had come back to the ship. I turned and looked at Claire, who was just about to step into the sea. I made up my mind and…

Claire

He picked my up and held me in his arms as we made our way to his ship. I was flabbergasted and unable to keep myself from blushing. I had heard stories about Davy Jones, and fell in love with him. I loved the idea of going with him and being a pirate under his colors. Of course whenever I told my parents of these fantastic tales of his spiriting me away to a life of swashbuckling adventures and falling in love with him, they would simply tell me that it was only pretend.

I was going to be married to a friend of the family; I didn't really have a choice. I started to think that my only chance was to go out every night until I could find Davy Jones, and my luck had been answered. I closed my eyes and let the song of the sea carry me into another fantasy where he could love me too. Then, he spoke to me

"Here we are, now climb aboard and wait for me…" I considered myself lucky he didn't kill me or worse so far, and had developed a faith in the great merman I could not describe normally. So I climbed up the ropes to the lonely deck of the Flying Dutchman.

I had made it up so quickly because I climbed everyday since hearing the tales of Davy Jones, and so I trained for the day that he would come for me. It paid off in the end I guess.

Having made it onto the ship with no difficulty, and soon I was joined by my new captain. He told in me a hushed tone to go to his chamber and stay there. Then he realized I had no clue where that was, and he led me there and shut the door behind him.

I set my things down, and saw the organ perched against the wall to my left. It was a beautiful instrument, and I longed to feel the keys beneath my fingers. I resisted and placed the locket that the captain had followed me over next to the keys. I sat on the bench and waited for a long time, a few hours maybe. It was silent as a graveyard since I was left in the room, alone. The silence was broken by the shouts of men and screams of mercy, and then I knew why there was no one on the ship when we got there. I remembered the sounds of the cannons, and the fire offshore. I also remembered that Davy Jones collects souls for his crew. I snuck over to the door, barely making out the sound of my captain's voice as I placed my ear to the aged wood. He was striking deals with the men; after a moment, I heard a familiar voice. It was the boy I was supposed to be marrying; he must have been dying or dead. Then I heard a splash as he chose death over joining the crew. I sighed with relief, then the only sounds aboard the ship were the shouts of the men, my captain yelling orders, and the ship creaking and clanging with the movements of the sea.

As I listened to my captain's voice, my face turned red; he has such a wonderful sounding voice. As I moved away from the door and back to the bench, I longed to see him again, and I knew it might not be long. I almost dozed off when I heard him outside the door to the room, I tried to get my face to turn back to its normal hue, but that did not work as well.

Davy Jones

I opened the door to my room to find Claire sitting on the organ bench, her face as red as an apple. I wanted to badly to laugh at her, but I held myself back, knowing it would only make it worse; I also did not like the idea of my crew meeting her just yet. I stepped closer to her, longing to feel her hair against my fingertips, she looked me in the eyes and bit her lower lip in embarrassment. I let go and smiled, for her, and those entrancing eyes twinkled with delight. She smiled gently at me, and I felt my face turn warm. I knew what I was feeling; I was attracted to this girl, because of her bravery, her beauty, and her need to be free. I can't believe that I, the most feared, ruthless being on the seven seas, could succumb to an emotion I thought I had abandoned long ago. I would not let it get to me; I could not let my need to see her get to me. I don't love her, I am sure the feeling would fade eventually. The only woman for me was the one I cut my heart out for so long ago.

She stood up from the bench, and kneeled down in front of me. Taking my hand, she looked up and whispered to me.

"Thank you so much, I am in your debt for sparing my life." She then kissed my ring finger gently, and stood up. I sat on the bench, my back to the organ. Claire sat in front of me, her skirt spread about her on the floor. The only sounds were the hollers and laughs of the men on the deck. An idea came to my mind, and I mulled it around a little; deciding that it would be okay, I stood up and looked at Claire.

"After the men go to sleep, you may go on deck, but not alone. From now on, if you want to go on deck at night, I must be with you." She gave me an astonished, but thankful look of ecstasy.

"Thank you very much captain!" She whispered excitedly. Even if it meant waiting a very long time, she sensed it would be worth it.

Eventually, her wait was over; though just to be sure, I opened the door slowly, making sure that no one was there. I beckoned to her, and she followed me like a puppy dog. They sky outside was starry and deep violet, barely lit by the crescent shaped moon. She ran ahead of me, giggling and twirling, just happy to be under the stars and at sea. I found myself smiling again, and I joined her at the bow of the ship.

She turned to me and said, "I've always dreamed of something like this happening."

Claire

A skeptical "Oh really?" was the reply I got.

"Yes really! Always, ever since I was a little girl and heard stories about pirates and adventures and treasure. I've even heard stories about you!" I covered my mouth with my hands; I had said too much. He just looked at me and smiled, and I blushed again.

"You're being way too nice to me, why?" I inquired, knowing for a fact he might not be able to answer me. Captain didn't bother to answer at all, only stared at the horizon. "I take that as a 'you'll see some other time." I sighed and folded my arms and rested my chin against my arms and my arms against the bow. I surreptitiously stole a glance at the captain's eyes, such a lovely color. I turned away before he could look over and see me watching him. "I had always heard stories of your ruthlessness…and the story of your heart in a chest…amazing stories really. I often dreamt of adventures like this…" I found myself rambling again, trying to think of new things to say, but only repeating the old. I felt different around the captain, but in a familiar way. I had always been in love with him, be he merman like or not.

I turned over, resting my arms on the bow, and leaned back. My hair danced in the breeze as I took another secret glance at the captain. I couldn't believe how hard it was to contain my excitement, but I managed to maintain my stone like personality. I knew I was warm and kind, but I carried myself like I was a queen; with my head held high and a regal walk, and a normally stoic and inviting face. I still have no clue as to why I'm not dead yet. I began to grow tired…

Davy Jones

Claire yawned next to me and stood up wearily. We walked back to my cabin, where I let Claire in first so she could change into her nightwear. She opened the door and I strode in when it hit me: Claire did not have a place to sleep. All she could do for now was sleep upon her dresses; a feeling of guilt washed over me as I sat on the bench of the organ and watched the newest addition to my ship sleep, her chest rising and falling with each breath. Removing my jacket, I placed it over her so she would at least have a blanket (and something to hide under if need be). I made my decision that I had to get Claire some boys' clothes so she would not be easily discovered, at least, she'd be able to go out on deck during the evening, when all the work was done. The last thing I wanted was for her to earn herself lashes and in turn being discovered. I would have little control over what might happen if I don't hear the commotion.

I shuddered at the thought, and then turned to the organ, stroking the keys gently with my right hand, I saw that Claire replaced the locket to its usual spot to the left of the keys. I found myself drifting off to sleep, it had been a long day, and it would be longer tomorrow. I was nervous.

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