Chapter Seven
"Tell me, Miss Jonas, why would a merchant's daughter bear the mark of Davy Jones?"
"Well, Miss Jonas?" Barbossa inquired at May's silence.
"She tricked us! She was workin' for Davy Jones all this time!" Pintel shouted.
The crew began to corner her until Ragetti stood I front of her.
"Ragetti, this girl…" Gibbs began.
"Hasn't done anything to us!" Ragetti finished. "I trust her."
Everyone froze when they heard the cocking of a pistol that had found it's way into May's possession. With her free hand she pulled off her wig revealing greasy black hair.
"Traitor!" someone shouted.
"Traitor? No, I am no traitor. I was forever loyal to the Flying Dutchman," she said in a cocky voice.
As she spoke, she changed. Her pupils dilated until her eyes were a black abyss. Two catfish whiskers grew on both sides of her face. Her skin turned a sickly shade of green. Her nose became flat, her nostrils, slits. Her feet were talons.
With a great roar, the Dutchman appeared. When the crew turned back, May was gone.
"Until we meet again!" her voice called from the rotted vessel, as it disappeared in the waves.
"Goodbye and good riddance!" Pintel muttered.
"Why didn't the Dutchman attack us?" Will queried.
But he received no answer.