When Treva finally regained consciousness, she awoke to sight of a ravaged monster looking at her from outside the cell, and cringed, drawing back against the wall. After a few seconds of shock had subsided, she drew closer and realized that it was not a being staring in at her, but her own reflection staring back at her from the dusty surface of a large bronze plate resting against the wall. She reached up, a new form of shock coming over her as she observed what had happened to her. Her skin had become silvery around her face, like the smooth surface of an aquatic creature, but interrupted by small mussels forcing their way slowly and painfully from her skin, and scaly deformities here and there. Several of her fingers had fused with the ones beside them, leaving a thin veil of skin beginning to grow into webbing between them like in a fish's fin. Her once thick dark brown hair had already withered and all but vanished, the remaining portions of it left in matted clumps up on her head. Her eyes were also completely different, the whites of them suddenly darkened with only a small white circle at the center to show which way she was looking.

She cupped her face in her hands and began to weep, though no tears materialized, she still sat sobbing and shaking in the corner of the cell, still feeling the sharp and strange pains as her body continued it's mutation.

"So, you're finally awake…" Treva looked up to see Davy Jones standing outside her cell suddenly, off to the side so she could still partially see her reflection in the plate. "I suppose it's time for you to start your duties, now that your transformation is partially done…" he pulled out a set of keys, unlocking the door to the cell and allowing the door to fall open and allow her passage out. She stumbled and staggered on unfamiliar legs, her legs and feet undergoing the same changes as the rest of her. "You had better get used to feeling like this, the entire transformation can take a long time to settle in all the way…"

Treva balanced herself against the wall, brushing past him and not responding to his words towards her; after what he'd done, she had nothing to say to the Captain, except to ask a single question. "Where is my son…?"

"Up on the deck, wondering where you've been…of course, none of us had the heart to tell him what had really happened to you…" Davy grinned darkly and slightly, but Treva just halted and realized the implication he was making; Meris didn't know she was going to look this way when he saw her. "We thought it would be best to keep quiet about how you had become a monstrosity just as we all are, but I'm sure he's bound to find out soon…"

"Why…why did you do this to us?" she asked quietly, forcing herself towards the door and up the rickety ladder to get to it. Cobwebs and other forms of debris were shook loose from around the trapdoor that would take her back up to the main deck.

"The sea is a harsh and unforgiving force my dear…and I am the embodiment of the sea. I take no mercy on whomever crosses my path…" he replied, his crab-like hand snapping shut to enforce the bluntness of his statement. "If anything you should feel thankful, I gave you an opportunity I've given to no one else I've come upon. The chance to save someone else…" his voice suddenly faltered slightly, and she turned and noticed the slight expression of sadness on his face. But it was gone as quickly as it came and he looked up at her with a serious expression.

Treva turned and just continued climbing the ladder before he ridiculed her more; his verbal cruelty combined with the physical agony she was in made her movements rigid and forced. She glimpsed down at her chest, a gaping hole still present where her heart had literally been severed from her. She wondered if Davy had a similar wound there; he'd mentioned something about having come to the same fate, though how and why still eluded her.

The sunlight felt foreign to her as she stumbled into it, and was only met with vicious words from the crew members already present up on the deck, going about their duties in a systematic way. Her scaly feet ached as they were dragged across the splintered planks, but she finally found where Meris was. He was seated upon a small barrel, his arms crossed up on the railing around the sides of the ship. He was looking down into the water with a weary and fearful expression, and she halted where she was as she watched him.

How was she going to explain this to him? He was only seven years old, hardly old enough to realize just what had happened to her, and what may happen to him now that they were both trapped on board the Flying Dutchman. She swallowed dryly, resolving to simply reveal this to him swiftly and pray that he would believe it was truly her. She was right about to make her way over to him when she felt someone place their hand on her shoulder. She turned and saw Bill looking at her with a faint smile.

"Don't worry…I already did what I could to explain to him what occurred…he knows you're going to look this way…" he said softly, and Treva couldn't have felt any more grateful towards him than she did that moment. "Like I promised…I'll do what I can to help you."

Treva nodded, then looked back at Meris and gently walked towards him. Bill stayed where he was, allowing the two to experience this revelation without his hindrance. Meris did indeed look a bit stunned when his mother did finally reach him, but was more saddened than horrified.

"The mean captain did this to you, didn't he…?" Meris said quietly, and Treva just smiled sadly and held him close, stroking his hair softly.

"Yes, but…mommy wanted to make sure you were safe…" she said quietly to him. "Captain Jones and his crew haven't done anything to hurt you, have they?"

Meris shook his head slightly with it resting against the base of her neck. "No…but Bill's been really nice to me…he even caught me some fish when I was hungry…"

Treva's weak smile broadened very slightly as Meris recounted the comical manner he and Bill had managed to catch some fish earlier; this was going to be exceedingly difficult for them to accept, but at the very least she did have one friend aboard the ship. And she knew she could trust him simply by the way he spoke and acted, but there was a sadness about him that greatly troubled her. It was so thick it was almost paralyzing to her as well, and during that brief moment down in the brig of the ship, she had sensed the same kind of sadness from the Captain as well.

'I wonder…what happened to all of them…'