P.S. That film rocks!
Parallels
Will nodded.
Why not? Why not chase a terrifying, tentacled, sea-dwelling monstrosity across the vast tracts of ocean? Why not sail, as the mystic put it, 'to the ends of the earth and beyond'?
What reason had he not to? What was the worst that could happen? Death? He laughed hollowly inside. What was death? A dark and terrible fate, or a sweet release? What was left to live for now?
He wished he'd kept the box. And the key. Will fingered the knife his father had handed him. Suddenly death had lost its sting.
He had thought Davy Jones insane. Had seen the parallels of his life with those of his own, but never, never had he expected their similarities to blur into truth. Never expected to feel this way.
Never expected to want to cut his heart out and lock it safely away.