Author note: This is my first ever Pirates of the Caribbean fanfic, and so I'm a little nervous. I JUST watched Dead Man's Chest three times in a row, so I thought I'd take a swing at what I thought the third one's gonna be like. Cliché I know, but oh well.

WARNING: This will probably not be a happy fic. IN ANY WAY. Oh, and there's spoilers for DMC, so…..read at own risk.

Any sailor worth his salt has heard the legend of Calypso, the beautiful goddess of the sea.

She created the ocean, and rules over it with a merciless hand and heart as cold and dark as the deepest grotto. All who sail upon her waters are at her mercy, and it is by her grace alone that saves them from being dashed upon the jagged edges of the deep. All sailors, every last one who calls the sea their home, both love and fear their terrible mistress.

Some love her more than other….

Davy Jones had been one such sailor, a great and terrible pirate who loved the ocean more than anything else, more than the company of any other woman. Seeing his desire for her, Calypso showed herself to Davy, and captured his heart for her own. So enchanted by her beauty and untamable nature, Davy Jones spent most of a decade following wherever she led him, and slowly she, too, learned to love him in return. She saw to it that his sails were always full, that the sea was always calm, and no ship that dared to take his ever survived the attack. Most precious of all, she allowed him the use of the monstrous Kracken, her terrible beast, to do his bidding….

She even bore him a son.

The son of the sea…

Davy's heart was overjoyed when he laid eyes on the child: raven hair, eyes so black you couldn't see your reflection in them, and the smell of the ocean already on him. He cherished the boy more than any treasure, and life, for a time, seemed to be nothing but happiness.

But the tide quickly changes on the face of the ocean…

One night, Davy Jones decided to raid an English port, and fearing for the boy, left him aboard his ship. While his crew was away, redcoats swarmed the boat and killed all who were aboard, save the boy who they took with them. He was far out to sea before Davy Jones even noticed he was gone, but Calypso had found out. Her fury was so great that all boats within 100 miles of her collapsed from the sheer velocity of her wind and waves. She rampaged across the sea till she overtook Jones, destroying his ship and marooning him on Isla Cruesez, with naught but a knife and his chest of love letters to her. Heartbroken, Jones swore that none others would claim his heart. Lifting his knife above his head, he swiftly carved open his chest and tore out his still-beating heart, wailing to the sea over his lost love. Calypso heard him, and suffered not that he would die, but become her slave, setting his heart into a chest and burying it along with his expressions of love. Doomed to sail forever, Davy Jones never forgot the love he once had, and the son that was lost.

But what happened to the boy?

Since she could not reclaim him until he joined her in the Land of the Dead, Calypso cursed all ships that bore him, making them sink and leaving the boy as the only survivor. After one such occasion, he washed upon the shores of an English settlement on the island of Hispanola, where he was discovered by a settler named Samuel Sparrow, a widow with no children of his own. He took the lad as his son…

…And named him Jack.

A/N: well, that's the prologue for you. It sucks, I know, but oh well! dances