Summary: Clanker's one of my favorite charries. . I also like his hat. I want his hat. Very badly. Anyhoo, this is a multi-chaptered fic from Clanker's point of view. If you don't know who he is, you should learn. Look, I'll even help you: He's the one with a hat and sea-weed stuff for hair. He is the one who first attacks Will, and says, "Down on your marrow bones and pray!" His weapon is a chain with a spike-covered ball attached to each end. Email me and I can send you a list of pics with him.
Disclaimer: If only I owned that hat…
Chapter One: On His Hat
Ah, my hat. It was a gift from my beloved wife.
It's an old, battered thing now, covered with sea things. Then again, you can use those words to describe me, I suppose.
That hat has rarely left my head- it's become almost like a permanent part of me.
It's all I have left of my wife, now. I've been in the crew so long, I can hardly even recall what she looks like, never mind her name.
A daughter, I had a daughter, too.
I remember, the hat- the hat was for my birthday,
I remember my wife bending down, and handing it to my daughter.
I remember my daughter coming over to me, eyes shining, and presenting the hat to me.
I remember her saying, "Here, daddy!" with such joy in her voice.
I remember my wife laughing, and soon the laughter had spread to all of us.
My daughter- she was only four when she gave me that hat.
It was a year later that she died- she and my wife,
Davy Jones killed them, killed what was inside of me.
That's how I came to be on this cursed crew.