Ocean Eyes

Pirates of the Caribbean © Disney, all characters belong to Disney apart from OC.

I couldn't remember a thing. All I felt was cold… black… like my nerves had been stolen from me by the devil.

It was cold; so very cold. The stinging of the low temperature enveloped my whole body as I waited and watched to see what the hell would become of my life as it coldly deteriorated before me. What is there left for me now?

But wait… strength. A tiny bit of strength seeped into my body somehow as I struggled to open my eyes. I can't stand not knowing where I am.

My ears suddenly are thrown into gear – yet all they hear is roaring; the fierce and harsh gurgle of the waves ripping against the wall of… a ship. My ship? No. I'm too young to own one.

Where the hell am I?

My eyes felt stingy as I forced them open. It felt like salty water had gotten into them… dammit. I leaned on one arm, cradling with it with the other. I looked down to see that I had a big gash down my left shoulder. How did that get there? I don't remember feeling any pain. I couldn't really feel anything; I just wanted to know where I was.

Then I realized. I was on a shipwreck.

Clutching my bad arm, I pushed myself to my feet, almost slipping on the slimy surface of the old wreck that is now dressed with seaweed. Cautiously, I limped to the side of the old ship and glanced over the side. I was surrounded by miles and miles of darkness, accompanied by thumping waves which look like hell's water in the blackness.

I bit my lip in a blind panic and tried to remember what happened. Argh, I can't believe this! Where the hell am I??

"SOMEBODY HELP!" I screamed desperately, yet my voice was horribly croaky and feeble.

Suddenly I felt a cold rush behind me and a thump on my back, which sent me crashing down on the wet wood.

"I'm no help-ah. But you'll still get a choice; if ye lucky." I heard behind me. Who is that?? Although I can't make anything out clearly in my roaring ears, it sounded like… a man?

How wrong I was.

"Round them all up-ah! NOW!" The same voice demanded. His voice is harsh yet creamy; laced with an accent I couldn't make out yet.

"Aye Captain… where d'ye want 'em??" Someone else yelled. I was suddenly yanked to my knees with brute force; the pain on my bad arm was so excruciating that it made me screech.

"Shut yer mouth!" Another person bellowed. I looked up to see a horribly disfigured sort of fish man looking down at me with discontent.

"Get off me!" I yelled, attempting to yank my good arm out of his killer grasp. I turned and looked at his fingers – encrusted with spines and barnacles. I was struggling to comprehend what the hell was happening to me.

"HOLD HER DOWN-AH!" That voice bellowed again. Another fish-bloke approached and gripped my shoulder, along with the other guy, and forced me down, despite my pathetic efforts of struggling.

What I saw next was certainly out of the ordinary… my heart is not easily frightened, just bewildered. The person I saw before me is definitely very bewildering.

He had … tentacles; tentacles for a beard. He was wearing an old large captain's hat peppered with limpets and other minor forms of sea life. I glanced nervously at his left arm which was equipped with a crustacean-like appendage… a crab hand.

The other hand seemed normal enough, except that the index finger is replaced by a protruding tentacle. I also noticed that one of his legs is also replaced by a crab leg.

He towered above me, which just blatantly added to the intimidation.

I mean come on; being held down by oceanically-mutated men in the middle of the sea. What could get more intimidating than that?

The squid-man peered down at me. His eyes were the cold blue of the frozen sea – with all the icy emotions to go with the colour. His eyes looked straight into mine, and I almost felt the pain that was represented in his ferocious stare. I shut my eyes and tilted my head back – exposing my neck - and breathed in slowly. He suddenly grasped the neck I so unwisely exhibited before him. It hurt like hell - he used the crab hand as well. Thanks. He yanked my head forward so I was looking right into his face.

He stared straight into my eyes. The tension in his face softened for a moment, and his eyes suddenly looked … calmer.

His crustacean grasp loosened on my neck, causing me to splutter in relief. Watching me cough harshly, his face made him look almost guilty.

"YE WILL TAKE THIS ONE ON BOARD-AH. The rest of them, to the depths-ah!" He yelled to his crew.

They all cackled, suddenly brandishing knives, and slit the throats of the terrified remaining crew who I didn't even realize were there. By the looks of their clothing, I didn't know them at all… they looked like soldiers or privateers. I watched as they were tossed overboard.

Suddenly, I was pulled up on my feet and dragged across the soaked remains of the ship. I was yelling to be set free; because he was hurting me. I was thrown onto the deck of another ship, but this one was whole, and not damaged. The fish-crew gathered round and laughed as I shuffled around helplessly.

The octopus-man was thumping towards me with his crab-leg. The crew parted in order for him to get past. He leant right near my face, again piercing me with those harsh, yet somewhat beautiful eyes.

"Welcome aboard the Flying Dutchman-ah!" He said provocatively. He crew all laughed in honour of his oh-so-scary statement.

"Where will the fine young lady be staying then, Cap'n?" One of the men asked, leering over at me with an evil tint in his horrible fish eyes.

"She'll be sharing my quarters-ah." The Captain said.

"Who are you?" I asked, getting frustrated.

He leant toward me again. "I'm Davy Jones-ah." He said, glaring at me again. "Take her away-ah!" He commanded. Two fish-guys strode over and pulled me up; dragging me to what was "Davy's Quarters".

They dumped me down on the floor of Davy's room. I looked around nervously at this vast, dark, waterlogged space. I was terrified, but something in me told me to stand my ground and not give in to whatever was thrown at me.

I gawped at the room, clutching my bad arm and walking around. I saw a huge organ at the end – my curiosity got the better of me as I wondered over to it to have a closer look.

It was a massive thing; with towering pipes and many rows of keys. I looked closely at the keys to discover they were covered in some sort of slime – and general sea-bits. I couldn't resist playing a note.

I began to play my own-made up melody, really getting into it when suddenly Davy appeared right beside me, making me jump and accidentally press a couple of random keys which produced some deaf notes.

Davy glared at me harshly. "Only just arrived and ye touch what isn't yours-ah!" He said angrily.

I was surprised. "Uh… I'm sorry…I uh… c-couldn't help it. I love music." I muttered sheepishly.

Davy's head jerked in disbelief, his tentacles writhing quickly. I sensed I'd dropped myself in it.

"I really am sorry… I just … uh… I wanted to ask you some questions."

"Questions-ah?" Davy raised one "eyebrow" he didn't have any hair but even without it his face muscles clearly represented his expression.

"…Why did you spare me?" I asked quietly, looking at the floor.

Davy's glance quickly headed to the floor as well. I could tell that saving people wasn't his forte, so I'd put him in a sticky situation by asking him.

He started walking towards me, his crab-leg thumping. He put his claw under my chin and tilted my head up gently so my eyes met his again.

"Ye eyes are like sapphires, lass-ah… ye have the ocean in them." He said quietly, almost as if he wanted to lose himself in my eyes all day… and night.

I was confused… that didn't answer my question in the slightest, but I decided to let it go. I'm sure I would find out sooner or later.

To Be Continued.

My very first chapter of my very first fic... I'm sorry if that was bad... I hope not... it will develop I swear!

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