Ok, so this is my first chapter of my first Davy jonesOC fan fic. Reviews much appreciated!
Lady Ano
Chapter 1
Coley leaned over the starboard side of the Bonne Chance. For the young girl of twenty it was just another day sailing towards England to begin a boring life with some husband she had never met. It seemed to be that way for everyone now days. They had been sailing for about a week now and she had stopped wearing dresses and now wore men's clothing. She walked towards the helm to talk to Ralf, a friend of hers, when the ship gave a sudden lurch. She was thrown on her hands and knees as she saw men run around her, screaming. She tried to stand up but something large struck her. The last thing she saw before blankness was a large tentacle grabbing Ralf by the waist and dragging him to the depths.
"Miss Coley, wake up!" Coley was roughly dragged out of the blackness by a hand shaking her. After spitting up some salt water she looked around. The ship was in shambles all around them. Somehow it was still afloat, although it was broken in half. She noticed about eight or so men around her, sitting, praying, and pacing.
"What the…" She stammered, sitting up. She looked up to see Sam, a dear friend of hers on this voyage.
"Finally," he breathed a sigh of relief. "You were out for a good half hour."
"What happened?" Coley asked.
"Miss Peyton!" A man suddenly called out. She recognized him to be the first mate. "How are you feeling?" He asked.
"Fine," She lied.
About an hour later Coley and Sam were sitting against one of the masts. They jumped up as they heard an incredibly loud noise. It sounded like a hundred cannons going off at once. Coley stood there, shaking and terrified. A large ship was coming out of the water! She watched the ship begin to rise from the sea. It's bow sprint had "teeth" inside it, and the ship seemed to be made of wood covered in barnacles and reefs. The sails looked like sea grass sown together. The ship finally leveled, and took the position of a normal ship. Large amounts of seawater poured off the deck and out the cannon ports.
"What the…" Sam began to say, but his voice trailed off.
"Sam, we need to run, now-" She was cut off by her own scream as a monster grabbed Sam. Sam tried to pull out his sword, but the creature had its sword pressed against his neck. It looked like a man, but the side of its face had spikes coming out of it, like that of a puffer fish. His whole body seemed to match his face, and he was in tattered clothes and covered in marine life. Even his sword had barnacles and an assortment of things growing on it, which would be even more deadly than regular steal if it hit you. Sam, knowing he had the underhand, dropped the sword. Coley let out another scream and turned on her heal to run. Sam's sword had been dropped a few feet from her, so she picked it up before trying to run. She stopped dead in her tracks.
Before her was an array of monsters picking over the boat. Some looked like they could have come from the sea, and other only had a little bit collected on them. Coley was a smart girl, and able to calm herself. Davy Jone's crew! Flashed through her head. That explained the Kraken, then…
She tried to make a run for the port side of the ship, when someone stepped in front of her, blocking her escape. It had the shape of a man, but his entire body was covered in seaweed. His face was angular shaped and had lost all features of that of a man. He grinned at her, and revealed muscles for teeth. He ran at her, lifting his sword. He swung a level blow at her right side, but she used Sam's sword to parry. She was glad Sam had taught her to fight at their home in France. They exchanged a few parries before one of them grabbed her around the stomach, and pulled her close into his body. She yelled and screamed and kicked, but in her fury dropped the sword. The seaweed man let out a hoarse laugh. The man that held her laughed also. Coley was disgusted that they found this amusing.
Coley felt the coolness of a weapon against her neck, and she stopped struggling. She glanced a look at the weapon, and saw it was no ordinary sword. It looked to be made out of bone, and had niches carved into it. He placed on hand on her left shoulder, and the other held the sword.
"Walk," he snarled at her, and Coley obeyed. She saw Sam being held by the puffer-fish man, and saw how roughly he was being handled. Coley did not know what to do.
Coley was led to the side of the ship and pressed to her knees. Once down, the man let her go, but she could feel his presence and the presence of several men behind her. She glanced sideways and saw men to her left. She was the last one on the right side of the line. There were about ten men that had come from Davy's ship, the Flying Dutchman. She waited anxiously for what would happen next. Would they be killed? Saved? Suddenly, something interrupted her thoughts. A small boom, then a padded noise, then the boom again. It was someone walking with a peg leg. The air caught in Coley's throat. She needed to be strong. She cleared her throat silently and took deep breaths.
The man that was walking towards them could have been the devil himself. His left hand was that of a claw, and his right leg was a peg that also looked to be made of a crab's shell. He had a beard of tentacles, and a hat that pointed up in the front that looked like horns. Coley was on the right end of the line, with Sam on her left towards the inside. There were five men on their left, so seven survivors in total. Davy Jones bent to the man on the left. She couldn't hear what he was saying, but she kept looking strait ahead. There was a commotion, and Coley shook with fear. She just kept looking strait forward, at the wood planks of the ship, until Davy had kill all but Sam and her. He bent to Sam, and Coley listened to him talking.
"Do you fear death?" he asked slowly and calmly, almost enjoying this. Sam did not know what to say, and remained silent.
"I can offer you an escape…" His voice trailed and he cocked his head, looking into the young man's eyes. Sam had figured out that he would become like that of his captors, and refused quietly. Davy stood and gave a nod to the man behind him, the puffer fish. He laughed gutturally and lifted his sword. Coley turned and look at Sam just before he died. He smiled at her, almost at peace, before a sword was jabbed through his back. She watched the tip come through his rib cage, and the point appear on the other side. He sputtered and fell forward, and the man took the sword from his body. A few men threw him overboard.
"Sam!" She said, trying to yell, but it came out as a squeak. The hair fell in front of her face and she let her head drop down to her chest.
"And what's this?" He said to Coley. Jones bent in front of her. She lifted her head slowly and looked into his eyes. A small laugh caught in his throat. He stood up straight from his stopped position and looked at his men.
"A lass," He said, and the crew responded with light, deceptive grunts of laughter. No matter how afraid Coley was of this man, she didn't want to end up like Sam, with a sword between her rib cage. She was prepared for his question.
"Do you fear death?" he asked, more curt to her than Sam. She nodded and managed a small "yes." He smiled and nodded slowly.
"I can offer you a way out. Join my crew, and serve one hundred years before the mast!" Coley lip trembled before she said her negotiation.
"Only…only if I don't get turned-like them…" She looked up at one of the men, who had an axe and the head of a hammerhead shark. He threw his head back and laughed.
"The sea does this to you," He said, revealing a ton of sharp teeth. Davy threw him a look that told him to shut up before turning back to Coley.
"And what is the name of the girl I am negotiating with?" he asked, standing up and looked at his crew to read their expressions.
"Coley Peyton," She said shortly.
"Well, Miss Coley Peyton, no promises, but I'll see what I can… work out." He looked at his crew who seemed to laugh with small excitement. "Will ye serve?"
"I will." She said quietly. He nodded to the men to let her up, and they moved away.
"Ready a boat to the Dutchman!" The captain commanded, and the crew scurried to do as he had asked. Coley didn't feel any different, though, having sold her soul to him. Davy walked away and she stood there, confused.
"Come. In the boat! Move!" Yelled the hammerhead one. With a start she ran to the boat. Her and three men got in to row, and the rest climbed into the sea to swim or merged into the side of the Bonne Chance. The Dutchman wasn't far off, and it was just a few minutes row away. It seemed like an eternity to her with the men's eyes on her.
"So… Coley," Said one man with his face squished into a conch shell. He just had wanted to scare her, and it served its purpose. But she did over hear to talking about her in used voices.
"What is Cap'n doing bringing a woman onboard? She's young, not a day over nineteen I'd recon."
"Twenty…" Coley muttered under her breath without realizing it. He slowly turned his head towards her until he was looking strait into her eyes. It was the man with the bonefish sword who had taken her.
"You will never talk up to a superior," he snarled at her, throwing a warning glance before continuing his conversation. She shivered secretly as they brought her up to the ship.
