A/N:...Who was bored? XD Anyhow, this idea came to me when I was listening to Davy Jones' theme. I just got this picture of a young girl holding a rusted over musical locket from Davy Jones and Calypso. And so THIS was born! Reincarnation and the like. Let's see how many of you guess the reincarnated. (smile) Luck to you! And be gentle, this be my first Pirates of the Caribbean fanfic.

Disclaimer: Pirates of the Caribbean belongs to Disney. All reincarnated made-ups belong to myself.

"I will be freed. And when I am, I will give you my heart. And we will be together always. If only you had a heart to give..." –Calypso, the brig, Shipwreck Port

It was years after the greatest battle known to pirates and soldiers on the seas. Things had run smoothly after it all; Elizabeth Turner raised Will Turner's and her son well while he was at sea, guiding the souls back to World's End where they could rest in peace, while every ten years he'd come to see her for one day on land.

Elizabeth had reigned as Pirate King for a good many years until she slowly aged and died at the age of 82; one of the oldest people to live in Port Royal at the time. Their son, James, had married and become a pirate just like his mother and his father, and life had moved on.

Captain Jack Sparrow had died in a glorifying way; in the middle of battle with Hector Barbossa over the Black Pearl. Both had been killed by canon fire of another enemy ship, though; their grave the waters of the sea that they loved.

Slowly, though, the reign of piracy did die out, and the waters calmed of battles for gold and other such treasures. Tortuga had quieted after the pirates had been caught and either hanged or sent to prison for their acts of piracy. Things had calmed, and what Lord Beckett had predicted had come true; pirates were a dying breed, and now they were gone forever. The only true pirate that was left stayed in his waters, for there was truly no reason for Will Turner to return to land every ten years. His son had been killed in battle, his wife died of Scarlet fever, and so his family was long gone.

Soon after, ship battles were long dead, and flight came into power; the navy had metallic ships instead of wooden ones. The rifles and other guns had upgraded over the years as they fell into World War I and World War II. The history of pirates—Shipwreck Cove, Tortuga, Singapore—it was all just ruins now. Singapore had changed significantly from its pirate days, moving along with the rest of the world, and Shipwreck Cove was nothing more than rotten wood and a large, musty old book that would fall apart if you ever tried to open it; a rusty key beside it.

The time of pirates was dead, and life moved into the 21st century where computers, televisions, iPods©, cell phones and MP3 players existed. Movies and books and comics on pirates illustrated the life of a pirate in a romanticised way; telling a warped tale of Davy Jones and his love for the sea, twisting the tale of the great pirate Captain Jack—excluding his last name.

In the year 2007, there was a young girl named Terrisa Longing; a teenager obsessed about the era of pirates. She was around seventeen years old, with black hair and dark brown eyes. A gentle girl, she loved to have fun and hang out with her friends; and she read whatever her hands could grab onto about the life of pirates. She's read all the versions of the story of Davy Jones; knows almost all there is to know about Captain Jack, and believes in the curses of the Aztec gold and the heart of Davy Jones.

It is when, on her birthday, our story starts.

"Happy birthday Terrisa!"

The newly seventeen-year-old smiled as her parents and her friends all started to sing the Happy Birthday song, her eldest sister Marie bringing out the cake with the seventeen candles. "You're going to burn the house down, Terri!" Codee Elzenburg stated, laughing as she avoided a smack from her best friend; blonde hair cut short in a pixie cut falling into laughing green eyes. The cake was set in front of the raven head, and she closed her eyes as they ended the song, smiling before she sucked in a breath and blew out all the candles in one go. "Hah! No boyfriends for Terri!"

"As I prefer it," Jerald Longing, Terrisa's father, spoke up from behind his daughter; sad looking brown eyes crinkling in the corners as he smiled; greying brown hair thin and messily combed. Terrisa smiled at her father, looking over as Monica Longing, her mother, turned on the lights; gorgeous black hair lighting in the energy-saving fluorescents, large blue eyes looking over at them as she smiled kindly.

"Hunny, cut the first slice," her mother spoke, and Terrisa nodded, taking the knife from Marie before cutting a line through the cake, cutting an identical line a little ways away from it to make an isosceles triangle. She dug the side of the knife underneath the cake, lifting the piece carefully and placing it sideways on a plate that Codee held up, smiling as the girl handed it to her little brother Jameson, whose bright blue eyes looked at the cake as if he were a starved man from water for an entire year; his dark brown hair in desperate need of a haircut.

After the cake had been distributed, Monica and Jerald quickly left the table to go to an unknown destination, coming back from their walk-in closet with two bags of presents each; the packages ranging from the size of a baby to the size of Terrisa's palm. Codee, Marina, Adriene and Joden—other friends of Terrisa's—pulled presents from under their chairs, behind their backs or from the pockets of their hoodies, piling them in front of the girl. She smiled, clapping her hands together and rubbing them before she grabbed the largest packet from her father.

It went on like this for a while, Terrisa opening different presents such as large teddy bears, art pads, copic markers, Indian inking pens, sketching pencils, a pirate hat—courtesy of Codee—a pass to a summer vacation in Disney World, Florida, and a cooking book. There was only one small package left, and as she picked it up, her father placed his larger hand over hers.

"Be careful, Terri," he said softly, smiling. "This is fragile."

She looked at him curiously, before nodding and gently placing the package on her lap, slowly untying the ribbon that was tied to it. She peeled the wrapping off, oblivious to the eyes watching her as she dug her nail into the opening where tape covered it, slicing through the tape cleanly before opening the box. Her eyes widened as they fell on what was inside, and she reached in, gently pulling out a silver, rusted locket the shape of a heart. She held it with a delicate grasp, turning it in her hands before looking up at Jerald in confusion. "What is it, Daddy?"

"It's a locket. My team of scuba-divers found it the other day and we determined with the help of our historian that it was an article back in the days of pirates." He smiled at her. "I asked if I could keep it, and after a few weeks of thought, the historian let me keep it; he made me promise to take good care of it, though." He bent down, kissing the top of her head as he wrapped her hands around the locket. "Take good care of it, honey."

"...Would I be able to shine it?" She asked, looking at him. "Get rid of the rust?"

"...I think so." He looked at her before smiling. "Take good care of it."

Terrisa smiled at her father, nodding as she gently ran the pad of her thumb over the brownish silver, the faint markings of engravings on the front. "Thank you Daddy. I will."

Later that night, Terrisa sat on her bed, legs folded beneath her as she wore her newly acquired pirate hat; pajama shorts a light blue while the tank top she wore was white. She held the locket that her father had given her in her hands carefully, turning it around so she could get a good look at it. She wondered if it still worked, but wasn't able to open it; the lid was rusted shut. Sighing quietly, she laid down on her bed, her hat going over her face. She removed the hat, placing it beside her before she put the locket on her dresser beside her bed, pulling the covers over her and burying her face into the pillow.

"I wonder who owned the locket..." She mumbled, gazing at it a while later when she realized she couldn't get to sleep. "Probably a woman...She must've had a lover out on the sea. Maybe the locket has a partner." She smiled a little at the thought, fond of the idea. It was romantic, and Terrisa did love her romance stories. "I guess the partner was destroyed by the sea, though..." She sighed softly, closing her eyes. "I wonder...I wonder what this locket's story is..."

Her mind slowly drifted away until she was soon sleeping, dreaming of a life on the seas, the sea breeze whipping her hair, the smell of salt hitting her nose and the spray of the water hitting her bare cheeks.

The phone was ringing, yet he was ignoring it.

He sighed a little, looking down at the book that he held in his lap, a slight frown on his lips. The illustrations were a horrible twist on the history he was reading, and it was making him sick to see them. Men in bright, clownish garb with bandanas and earrings and bracelets all over; so much he was surprised they could stand up straight. The image of pirates. A deformity of what pirates actually looked like; dark clothes, long hair, some jewels but not so much that they looked weighed down. Pistols, pockets, swords and daggers; belts, scarves, beads and hats with large feathers at times, and other times just simple brown leather. Not these bright oranges, reds and yellows he saw.

He closed the book, putting it beside him as he looked out the window of his apartment, a frown on his lips. David Browning pushed back light brown hair from green eyes, his fingers long like a pianist's hands as he ran them from his hair. He stood up in his flannel pajama pants, his chest bared for the world to see, though he was on the fifth story so no one could see.

Finally, after a few more rings of the telephone, his answering machine picked up and he paused to listen to the message.

'Hey David. It's Marcy. I just wanted to call to say it isn't working between us anymore. I found someone that actually pays more attention to me than they do to history books. So I'll see you later. Hope we can still be friends! Ciao.'

He shook his head, not really caring. Marcy had just been a distraction to him anyhow. A distraction from the empty feeling he had in his chest. He sighed, placing a hand over where his heart lay beating, eyes closed, before he turned to the window of his apartment, walking to it to watch the rays of sun lift.

For all of his life, since he had turned 18, David Browning had felt as if something important to him had been missing. Or someone. Often, he'd try to find a distraction from the empty pain he felt, and usually he'd succeed; but they would leave him because he didn't pay enough attention to them and read books on pirates, folk lore and such other things. It happens when one was dating a History major, though. Now, the 25-year-old was in his final year of University, and once again alone; but he didn't mind it. Maybe it was best that he was just that; alone.

He sighed, turning away from the window as he frowned a little. "Useless thoughts," he muttered, walking away from the window to the bathroom. "I can't be having useless thoughts."

"Many tings you were, Davy Jones, but never cruel." The woman spoke with certainness in her voice. "You have corrupted your purpose, and so yourself." Her eyes narrowed as she shook her head, hand reaching through the bars. "And you did hide away, what should ALWAYS have been mine."

Her hand touched his chest, and he gasped; living tentacles shrinking up into a pale beard, grey-green skin softening to gentle peach, limbs going from sea creature to human. He looked frightened, or surprised; either one was shocking to see on that face. The woman smiled softly; her teeth black, her lips black...Everything about her was dark. Except for the locket she held; that shining silver stark against her dark toned hands. One of her hands reached up stroke his cheek, and he reached through the bars, human fingers touching the smooth cheek he hadn't touched in years. "Calypso..."She smiled, before her face turned pained.

"I will be freed, and when I am I will give you my heart. And we will be together always." She paused, frowning as she pulled her hand slowly away, his face, his beard and his hands going back to how they had been before. "If only you had a heart to give..."

Her eyes widened and she gasped, sitting up as she looked at her blaring alarm clock. Groaning, she slapped it off, rubbing her eyes with the heels of her palms. She looked over at the rust covered locket for a moment, reaching over and running the pads of her fingers over it before sighing softly. She pushed the blankets back, throwing her legs over the edge of the bed before she yawned behind her hand, walking to her dresser drawer. She rifled through her clothes, pulling out her black T-shirt with red skull and crossbones, grabbing her faded light blue jeans from the hamper and her black socks, pulling on underwear and a bra before she slipped on her clothes. She ran a brush through her hair, grabbing her pirate hat and placing it on her head, smiling. "If only I had a bandana..."

Terrisa then sighed, walking out of her room and ruffling Jameson's mop of hair as he blearily walked out in his pajamas muttering something about cereal. She smirked, shaking her head as she waved to her sister, who nodded to her before going into the bathroom; black hair cut short and messy, brown/blue eyes bleary. She walked down the stairs, grabbing a piece of toast as it popped out of the toaster and kissing her father's cheek, waving to her mom. "I'm going out with Codee, Jake, and Ben!" She said, and the two adults nodded, her mother yawning behind her hand and her father flipping a page of the newspaper. She sighed, shaking her head before she walked to the front foyer, slipping on her black boots before grabbing her keys and walking out, locking the door behind her.

She walked to the house next to her, ringing the doorbell and stepped back, waiting patiently for Mrs Elzenburg to open the door. Five minutes passed and a kind looking middle-aged blonde opened the door, brown eyes smiling. "Hello Terrisa dear; I'll go wake up Codee for you."

"Thank you, ma'am." The teen smiled as Mrs Elzenburg left the door, rushing up the stairs. She heard her call to her daughter to get her butt out of bed, and the familiar groaning of her best friend. She rolled her eyes; Codee would never change. Finally, Mrs Elzenburg came back down, smiling. "She'll be down after she puts some clothes on. Would you like to come in?"

"Thank you, but I think I'll wait outside today; it's nice out and I can smell the beach." The blonde woman smiled at her, before she nodded and closed the door, leaving the girl by herself. Terrisa turned, sitting on the step as she looked in front of her to the beach that wasn't too far from their neighbourhood but a far enough walk from where she lived to drive her crazy.

Ever since she had been small, Terrisa had loved the ocean. Monica loved to tell the story that Terri had learned how to swim before she could crawl, walk or run. This was most likely just a joke, but Terrisa wasn't too sure with her nature. She was rather rambunctious, especially when she was little.

The door opened behind her, and she looked over to see Codee yawning behind her hand, wearing a white T-shirt with Snoopy© on the front, black jeans and her sneakers. "Hey hun," Terrisa greeted, standing up and smirking. Codee took one glance at her, and rolled her eyes.

"I should've never gotten you that hat."

"But I love it to pieces!" She exclaimed, both hands going up to grasp the rims of the hat. Codee smirked and nodded, rolling her eyes yet again before she started to walk down the sidewalk with Terrisa. "So we're picking up Ben and Jake?"

"They're picking us up in their new black Miata."

"Oohh,"

They lounged down the sidewalk for little over fifteen minutes, talking about Terrisa's birthday party when they heard two very familiar bickering voices and a car slowing down beside them. They turned to see Ben and Jake Crowsworth at it once again, the twins at each other's throats; probably arguing who the car belonged to. "Hey you two!" Codee intervened, walking up to the side of the slowly moving car and slapping the back of Jake's head; the boy groaned, glaring at her before smiling sheepishly. "You gonna let us in or what?"

"Where?" Ben muttered, looking at her with a raised eyebrow. "It's a two-seater; not a four-seater." Codee shrugged, grinning at Terrisa before both girls climbed onto the back, sitting on the trunk with their feet and legs on either side of the boys. Terrisa leaned forward, smirking at Ben as he rolled his eyes and looked forward so he could drive.

"This is how."

"Oh just shut up." The girls snickered, before Terrisa leaned back on her palms, one hand on her hat to keep it from flying off. "So anything interesting happen at the party?"

"My dad got me this cool locket; his team found it in the ocean near the Caribbean."

"...We live near the Caribbean."

"Shut up," Terrisa rolled her eyes before closing her eyes. "Anyhow, apparently it's from the era of pirates, so he asked the historian who confirmed it if he could keep it. The guy said yes, and now it's mine! We're going to shine it later so that it doesn't look so rusty."

"Isn't that tempering with a primary source of history?"

"Well, it's mine, isn't it? And I don't want it to stay rusted; what if the gears still work? I want to hear it. It's apparently a musical locket."

"Your dad didn't say that," Codee said, looking over at her with a raised brow. "Where'd you get the idea it's a musical locket?"

"A dream I had last night." Terrisa smiled as the other three looked at her oddly, asking her to explain. "I had this dream, and it was based in the brig of a pirate ship. There was this really beautiful woman there—she was Jamaican I think—and she was listening to this silver locket that looked EXACTLY like mine! It was heart shaped and engraved on the front there was a face." She smiled a little. "The song it played was so pretty..." She then frowned, looking to the side, and Codee raised an eyebrow.

"Anything else happen?"

"...Well, the woman looked really sad." Terrisa said softly, placing a hand over her chest. "Heartbroken, really. And when she closed her locket, the song continued. It had a partner, I guess. There was this fish man that appeared; his beard was tentacles and he had a moving sack on the back of his head under his hat. He didn't have a nose, but his eyes were a light blue; very pretty. He...He was kind of green and scaly, and he had a bunch of barnacles and other sea-like things all over him; his left hand was a crab claw! And his right leg was a crab leg, and his right hand's index finger was a tentacle too." She smiled a little. "He had a Scottish accent...And they had this long conversation. They must've been lovers once, because the woman called her his 'love'. He then said she betrayed him, and...The mood changed there. She touched him and he turned into a human. He was actually kind of attractive as a human. She called him Davy Jones..." She licked her lips for a moment.

"'Many tings you were, Davy Jones, but never cruel. You have corrupted your purpose, and so yourself. And you did hide away, what should have ALWAYS been mine.'" She frowned a little. "He called her...Calypso, I think; like the Heathen Goddess Calypso. And then she said to him, 'I will be freed. And when I am, I will give you my heart. And we will be together always. If only you had a heart to give...'"

"...What did he do?" Jake asked, looking back at her as she fell into silence. Terrisa shook her head.

"I don't know. I woke up."

David walked down the sidewalks of the city, hands shoved in his pockets as he headed towards the beach to look at the ocean. Ever since he could remember, he held a deep, strong connection to the ocean; as if it had been a part of his past life or something. He looked up as he saw a black Miata drive in a parking space to the parking lot of the beach, and saw two girls slip off from the back, the two guys climbing out after them. He shook his head a little at the girls, raising an eyebrow at a girl with a pirate hat on before he continued down the beach.

"So he didn't have a heart?"

He paused by the cement wall as he heard that, and turned his head slightly to see the girl in the pirate hat rolling her eyes at a blonde girl who must've been her friend. "Have you never listened to me talk about Davy Jones before? No, he didn't have a heart; he carved it out of his chest and put it into a stone chest, burying it on the Isle Cruces so that he wouldn't have to feel the pains from the heart anymore after he was betrayed by the woman he loved."

"That's...Dramatic." A boy with dark brown hair stated. Another boy around his age with lighter brown hair rolled his eyes at the darker brunette, crossing his arms. "What, Ben? Did I say something stupid yet again?"

"No, you just said the biggest understatement of the century is all." Ben rolled his eyes at the other boy, and David turned away from them, continuing on his way.

So that girl knew as much on Davy Jones as he did, eh? That was interesting. He stopped by the shore, slipping off his sandals as he stepped into the waters; his shorts falling down to his knees, a T-shirt covering his chest. His hair was still slightly damp from his shower, though he didn't seem to notice as he let his head fall back; the sea breeze hitting his skin and calming him.

"You like the ocean?"

His eyes snapped open and he looked over at the girl wearing the pirate hat, smiling at him a little. She had rolled her pants up to her knees, and was calf deep into the water; a hand holding her hat on as the breeze grew stronger. She was thin, and pretty young, wearing a pirate shirt; so she liked pirates, eh? Her hair was kind of long, down to the middle of her back and black; her eyes a deep brown, the type that could look right through you. She had a nice tanned complexion, though she was paler than the regular Caribbean islander. She had a nice smile, too...

"Mm," he nodded, looking back at the waters as the waves washed over his ankles, chilling him a little. "...Kind of drawn to it."

"I know what you mean." She smiled, looking over at him before cocking her head to the side. "I saw you listen in on our conversation about Davy Jones. You interested in pirates, too?"

"I'm a History major at the local university." David replied, looking at her.

"Ahh, that explains it." She nodded, looking back at the ocean. "My name's Terrisa, by the way."

"...David." He looked at her for a moment longer, and she looked back at him; their eyes catching with each other. She smiled then.

"Nice to meet you, David."