Disclaimer: I love Jones, and Clanker, but I don't own them. Also, Davy technically owns the nameless crew-members soul, but I own the idea of him. XD
Chapter Eight: The Sick Lion
For some reason, Davy Jones's body just up and quit on him one day.
Boom.
Just like that; no warning.
So, he lay sprawled on the top of his organ, ever nearing death and gasping for breath.
His crew came 'round him and drew nearer and nearer as he became more and more helpless.
"Hey!" grunted Maccus. "'E looks half-dead! We should tell him what we really think of him!"
Maccus beamed, thinking himself intelligent, as everyone nodded happily.
So, Jimmylegs came up and cracked his whip on Davy Jones's back a few times.
No response, save for a low moan.
Next, Clanker came up, and stole Jones's left shoe.
Again, no response.
"Woohoo!" cheered Clanker, attaching the shoe to his rather-large nose and running off.
Soon, a crewmember of such low standing that we don't even know his name came up. He looked at Davy, and, feeling quite safe from danger, turned around and farted in Davy's face.
"This is a double death," growled Davy Jones, though it is still not known to this day whether he was referring to the fart or the humiliation.
Only cowards insult dying majesty.