Davy Jones sat at his organ. He clenched and unclenched his claw in morbid vexation. In it was the drawing of the key to the Dead Man's Chest, where he had laid his heart. Now it was gone, and all thanks to Jack Sparrow. That man had been the cause of all his problems lately. First he'd gone and told Bootstrap's son about the key, then he'd fended off his Kraken, and then he stole Davy's heart. Now, Davy had heard from one of his crew members that Jack was close to finding the way out of his locker. Davy cocked his head. What happened when the Kraken swallowed his heart, he wondered. He smirked a bit when he imagined the Kraken exploding, Kraken innards flying everywhere. His inquiries were interrupted by the thought that if the Kraken exploded, he'd have no one to kill his enemies. He grumbled; he could never win.
He looked sadly at the heart-shaped music box on his organ. He wrapped his tentacle-like hand around it and opened it slightly. A sad, melodic cry filled the small room as his eyes closed. His thoughts were cut short as someone interrupted the wordless assonance. "Cap'n? Er, where exactly are we headed?" It was Bootstrap. Davy growled deeply, and then sighed. "Isla Cruces. That's where Sparrow and the Pearl were eaten, and that's where they'll be when they're out." Bootstrap nodded grimly and walked out of Davy's room to tell the others. The music reminded Davy that he hadn't shut the music box yet, and he tapped his claw against the top of it. It stopped abruptly. Just like everything in my life, Davy thought. My love life, my life, my feeling. They all ended just as suddenly as the music.
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