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"Hello, darling." I looked up to see a white haired woman with eight tentacles. She had the same eyes as me. "Are your mother and father around?"
"Um, yes. Why? Do they know you?" I remember my six year old self asking. I had just been expelled from Neverland and we were sailing somewhere else, trying to make a fresh start.
"I'm an old friend of your mother's."
"Morgana!" I heard my mom call over my shoulder. Dad was right behind her and Smee came and picked me up and pulled me back with Jamie standing next to her. Mom got close to her and whispered loudly. "What are you doing here?!"
She laughed a bit. "Can't I see my dear older sister and meet my niece and nephew?"
"No way! We have an aunt?" I wriggled out of Smee's arms and started to run over to her. "Why didn't you tell us?" I wrapped myself around her waist.
"Octavia, get away from her!" Mom told me.
Morgana raised a brow. "'Octavia'? You named her after our mother? That's delightful." I felt one of her tentacles wrap around me gently. I smiled.
Until one came up to my neck and grabbed me.
Well, this was bad.
The four of us were back under Neverland. The pit was now equipped with enough pixie dust and dark magic to make sure we never got out. Jamie was pacing, constantly glaring at the entrance. Tasha was stabbing at the dirt beneath us with her long nails. Elliot had been tapping his foot for the past three hours. As for me, I was slumped against one of the other entrances.
Turns out we were the only ones down here.
"So now what?" Tasha asked. It had been the first time one of us spoke since our recapture. I raised a brow at her. "What do we do?"
"Nothin'. We're sittin' ducks." Elliot assumed.
"What? That can't be your answer." I raised a brow at her. "You guys are some of the fiercest people I know, you can't give up."
"There's nothing we can do. We are stuck until someone comes to get us." I told her. "We lost our battle, but the others can still win the war." I hated to say it, but I was out of ideas.
"I don't believe that." I looked at her with a brow raised. "You are Octavia Jones. You took on Maleficent, you can go toe-to-toe with some of the fiercest people I know." She stood up and came over to me. "I refuse to believe that you've got nothing left." Her eyes held resolve.
I was out of ideas, rational ones anyway. "I need to walk." I stood up and walked into one of the entrances. "I'll be back soon."
I don't know when I started crying while I walked, but I was bawling hard when I came to some empty cells. We were in trouble. I hated not knowing what to do.
I missed my mom and dad. I missed my friends, my crew… and Jay. I never missed someone this much like I missed him (someone of non-relation anyway). I wanted us to watch movies together, fighting with popcorn and watching his Tourney games. I want to tell him how I feel.
I dropped down to me knees and hunched over. I was furious. My fist made contact with the dirt. I hated Patrick Pan. Punch. I wanted to go back to Auradon. Punch. I wanted to find Jay. Another punch. I kept hitting the dirt until I couldn't feel my hand anymore. I stopped and took a breath. Feeling slowly came back into my hand. I cradled against my body.
"If you're trying to lose a hand, that's not the right way." My head snapped up. A gruff voice came from the empty cell to my right. The moonlight from a small skylight flowed into the room, slowly revealing him like a fog. Chains hung from his body and tied him to the wall, his legs bound in a glowing rope and his arms were hoisted over his head. The moonlight made him creep into my sight. "Might I recommend just cutting it off and feeding it to a crocodile?"
I narrowed my eyes. "I take it you're one of Morgana's prisoners."
"She made a deal with me and locked me up before I could collect my end of the deal." His bleary red eyes came into view.
"A deal?"
He smiled. Now his black hair hung around him, unkempt for some time. "She asked me to bring her to Neverland."
"What?" I was angry. "Then you're the reason that Neverland is like this!"
He twitched. "She made the deal and locked me up before I could collect her soul."
Her soul? "What do you mean her soul?"
He laughed. "You really haven't figured it out yet? I expected more of you, Octavia."
"How do you know my name?" I stood up. This was freaking me out.
He ignored my question. "The King and his men
Stole the Queen from her bed.
And bound her in her bones." His voice was haunting, and I knew why.
"The seas be ours and by the powers
Where we will we'll roam." I sang the rest. "Davey Jones."
He smiled. "I have heard many tales of you, Octavia Jones. You have taken on Maleficent and made a name for yourself on the sea. They are saying that you will take my job in guiding souls."
I was taken aback. I had to snap out of it. "Why does Morgana keep you here?"
"These ropes are made of pixie dust." He nodded to the glow. "That Pan boy is using them to bind my magic so I can't escape."
I frowned. "Yeah, Patrick Pan betrayed us. Morgana is my aunt."
"So you want revenge on the boy and I want your aunt's soul." He smiled. "I'll make you a deal: if you release me from these ropes, I'll help you get revenge on the boy."
I had to think. If I released Davey Jones, he would take Morgana's soul and he'd help me take out Pan. But if I did, Morgana wouldn't be able to face a proper trial and I would become a villain in stopping Pan. Could I live with that? "I'll decline that deal and make a new one: If I free you, you help us warn the people and free all Neverlanders. You'll help us stop Morgana and Pan. But you are not to take her soul or Pan's. They will both face a proper trial and be sentenced." I looked down at him.
"But what about my fee? It must be paid." He grinned and his eyes slowly glowed.
"I'll give you a wish box." I was left with this option.
He cackled. "You have a wish box?"
I folded my arms. "It's on the Jolly Roger." I released a tentacle. "Do we have a deal?"
He watched me carefully. "Deal, little girl."
I'm starting to think it was a dumb idea for me to release Davey Jones.
Not because of the fact that he has made a bad reputation for himself on the waters or how he collects souls after they make a deal with him. It's the fact that he says that I will be his protégé. I don't want to help souls to the afterlife and make deals with the living. Not on my list.
I started to see the outlines of people in mild darkness. I knew we'd reached the others.
As I emerged from the dark on the tunnel, Jamie came over to me.
"Where have you been?" He asked. No sooner Davey Jones walk up behind me. Jamie raised a brow. "I thought we were the only ones down here."
"You thought wrong, Jamieson." Davey answered.
My brother looked to me for an answer while Tasha and Elliot came over. "Guys, meet Davey Jones. Davey Jones, this is Tasha, Elliot and my brother Jamie."
Silence seemed to still over us.
"Tha' Deal Makah'." Elliot realized.
Jamie grabbed me by the shoulders. "You chummed the waters?! Please tell me you didn't make a deal with him!"
"He was already down here!" Jamie seemed to back off a bit. "He made a deal with Morgana to bring her to Neverland. She cheated and locked him down here." I looked back to him. "He's just as angry as us."
"Octavia made me a deal: If I help you defeat Morgana and Pan so they can face a proper trial and free the other captives, then she would give me a wish box. But, if you don't have one then I will be taking her soul." My eyes widened.
"That wasn't part of the deal!" I growled.
"I needed some collateral. If you don't have the box, then your soul is mine." His eyes glowed a blazing red.
I could only glare. "Now I don't know if I can trust you."
Tasha looked at me and whispered. "You could before?"
Davey Jones sparred a quick glance to Tasha before he continued. "You and I have a common enemy in Morgana. The enemy of my enemy is my friend."
None of us could talk. I could feel my blood go cold; ice flowed in my veins now. I had made the worst mistake for a pirate.
Davey Jones looked up at the entrance. The warm glow of pixie dust mixed with the hazy blacks of Morgana's magic; our door to the outside world. "I will be able to break it. But we will only have a small margin to leave. Pixie dust that is mixed with dark magic has untold properties." He turned to us. "We will reach the top and then I will undo the magic. We will have literal seconds to get out."
Despite the fact that I didn't trust him, I knew he was right.
TADA! Meet Davey Jones! What is going to happen next? Do you want your OC to have a one shot? Then fire me a review or a message!
