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Chapter 4: Demons

"People trust their eyes above all else– but most people see what they wish to see, or what they believe they should see; not what is really there." –Zoë Marriott

1420

Davy was in Egypt, more specifically she was currently sailing down the Nile. She'd entered the famous river from the Mediterranean Sea and decided to have a change of scenery. It wasn't like she didn't love her wide open waters. Davy had always loved the sea. It was just that today, she felt like soaking in the sun and seeing the sights.

It had been about a week since she saw Pitch and even longer since she'd last been in Manny's presence. She knew at this point, after having a while to think about things, that there was no way that Manny was upset with her, but Davy just couldn't seem to shake her irrational fears. She hadn't slept much since her last confrontation with Pitch, not wanting to have any more nightmares, which she was certain, would happen again.

True, she'd likely see the Boogeyman again if she did have another bad dream, but she didn't want him seeing her like this. She didn't want anyone to see her like this. She'd even taken to avoiding her crew. Undine suspected something, no doubt. But while Davy could go a few days without sleep, a week was pushing it, even with the brief reluctant naps she'd been unable to avoid. Thank Manny the Wind was there to wake her up.

Davy tried not to think about things, about Nathan, the Man in the Moon, and Pitch, but escaping her thoughts was much harder than evading her crew. The idea of needing to take a break, a vacation, was what led her to Egypt. The heat was in the high nineties so she had abandoned her vest, boots, hat, jewelry, and rolled her pant legs up to her knees. She had managed to get her hair up into a messy bun and her white shirt was open a little more than normal, but then again Davy really didn't have to worry about modesty. Being invisible had its perks sometimes.

She'd been lying out on the deck, idly wishing she had a hammock, when something had caught her attention on the land some feet away from her ship. It was a woman, perhaps the most beautiful woman Davy had ever seen, and that was saying something considering her crew consisted of the most stunning creatures ever created by the Moon.

The beautiful woman had golden brown hair that seemed to shine different shades in the sunlight. There was a golden band resting on her head, almost looking like a tiara and decorated with water lilies. Her skin was a soft cream color which was an unusual skin tone in this part of the world. Davy wasn't close enough to see all of the woman's face clearly, but she could safely assume that her facial features were pretty as well.

She wore a simple white dress that clung to her shapely body, with thin cords of gold wrapped around her slim waist in a haphazard manner that only made her simple clothes look all the more elegant. The dress went a little past her knees, leaving the white fabric to billow around her legs softy. Oddly enough, Davy saw that the woman wasn't wearing any shoes.

She stood on the bank of the river near a small child, who looked as if they'd only just learned how to walk if the unsteady steps and tiny stature was anything to go by. The child had black hair that barely reached their shoulders and their skin was the dark tone that was expected of an Egyptian. A group of people were gathered further back, taking shelter under the palm trees and tarps, not noticing that two members of their party had strayed away by a good distance.

Davy, for some reason, watched the scene unfold with an unsettling feeling in her stomach. The scales on her body seemed to stand on end as some weird version of goosebumps and the itch to move made her stand and approach the railing. She couldn't explain where this sense of something amiss had come from, there was really nothing all that suspicious with the woman, but there was a niggling in the back of her mind, one that was too powerful for her to brush aside as paranoia.

There was something terribly wrong.

The woman stepped into the water, her front facing the child as she made hand motions for the young one to come to her. As the child toddled closer, Davy's feelings of wrongness intensified, urging her to keep the child away from the woman. It was too overwhelming for her to fight. Davy dove into the river without a second thought and quickly swam towards the two, frantically thinking about what she would do once she reached them. It's not like she could carry the toddler away to safety.

Just when she was within twenty feet of the woman, the child reached the edge of the riverbank, their small arms reaching outwards to be picked up. A breathtaking sense of horror gripped her chest as Davy saw the water rise up unnaturally, twisting and curling like jagged fingers before wrapping itself around the child's ankles. The toddler's small and pudgy face was just beginning to show signs of fear when Davy reacted.

"Wind, knock'em back!" She shouted and the Wind responded instantly. A powerful gale pushed into the child, lifting them up and away from the water's grasp. They landed safely several feet away in the sand, crying almost immediately and attracting the attention of the adults. A woman, who looked a lot like the child, ran forwards and pulled the toddler into a soft embrace, muttering in a soothing tone as they headed back towards the others. She didn't even send a glance at Davy, nor towards the beautiful woman for that matter.

"Well now, that was not nice." The woman stated as she turned around slowly, her beautiful face shifting into an ugly sneer, and Davy saw that her eyes were black. "Thou just lost my dinner." The Captain felt horror and disgust curl in her stomach as what the woman said clicked into place. She saw no lie in the woman's claim; her malevolent face was proof enough.

This thing had planned to eat that child.

"Who art ye, wench?" Davy asked while glaring darkly at the woman as she placed a hand on the hilt of her cutlass. "Speak quickly before I gut ye like a fish."

"I am Molpe." The woman answered, her face morphing into something serene looking. "And since thou hat caused me to lose my meal, I will just have to eat thee in the child's stead." She smiled, but her teeth suddenly turned jagged and pointed, instantly reminding Davy of a shark. As if Molpe had given a silent command, the water suddenly rose up around Davy, wrapping itself around her waist and pulling her under its surface.

Her nightmare came back to her and she burst into a fierce struggle, thrashing wildly at the invisible hooks that pulled her in deeper. After a moment, her mind caught up with her, and her initial panic faded as Davy forced herself to calm down and focus on her breathing. Manny had not taken away her abilities like in her dream. She was as much at home in the water as she was on land.

"Oh, this will not do, not at all." Davy turned and spotted Molpe floating a few feet away from her, sitting on nothing and yet somehow managing to hold still, only her hair and the ends of her dress seemed to move with the river's current. "I was hoping to simply drown thee and be done with it." At those words, something cold and icy gripped at the Captain's insides.

"Ye were goin' ta down that child?" The Captain demanded, her furious eyes locking onto Molpe's smirk.

"Indeed, tis how I kill my prey." The smug look on the woman's face disappeared as she barely dodged Davy's sword. Molpe gave a wordless snarl, but reared back slightly at the dark glower that Davy was making. It was vicious, but controlled, if only just, and she recognized the Spirit's temper for what it was, the calm before the storm.

"The waters be mine, wench! I will not have ye force them ta take another life evar again." The Captain growled angrily as a wave of foreign rage consumed her in a way that she'd never experienced before. It wasn't until that moment that Davy realized what it meant to be truly furious.

Unbidden, her thoughts turned to Nathan and to what Pitch had said during his last visit. "The oceans can be such a terrifying force after all. With every shipwreck and life lost at sea, the fears of these dark waters grow with each new dawn." As much as she loved the sea, Davy knew how dangerous it could be. That's why Manny had made her. But she didn't want people to afraid of the oceans or to fear her.

And here Molpe was using water, her water, to kill children? It was unacceptable.

Davy had never considered herself a bad person, not that she ever viewed herself as an angel either. She'd been average when it came to morals. She'd helped others from time to time and had acted selfishly at other points. She'd stolen before, but donated to charity as well. She'd been mean to others more than a few times, but forgiving and kind when it counted. Now though, Davy knew she had to put an end to this being. Molpe was a murderer, a monster who ate children! There was no one in the world who would say she deserved anything other than death. Still, there was a part of Davy cringed at the very idea of killing someone. It was a chilling notion that she'd never thought herself capable of.

"Thine waters?! I have ruled the oceans, lakes, ponds, and rivers for centuries! The water listens to my voice, it belongs to me!" Molpe screeched, her nails growing and turning into thick, long, black claws. "Who dost thee think thou art?" The enraged creature lunged at her and Davy met her head on.

"I be Davy Jones, Captain o' the Flyin' Dutchman, chosen by the Man in the Moon to protect all who pass through me seas!" She shouted while blocking Molpe's claws with her sword. "And I will not allow ye ta misuse my waters anymore!" She growled and Molpe hissed wordlessly in retaliation, her face morphing into something monstrous looking for a split second.

"I will kill thee!" The woman screamed. "I will break thee open and devour thine bones!" Davy rose up her sword to block as Molpe lashed out at her again, but the water suddenly felt too thick and her arms weren't moving fast enough. She grunted in pain as she felt the claws catch into her side, continuing across the length of her stomach in an upwards arch.

The force of the blow flung Davy backwards and towards the surface. She swam upwards and spotted the Flying Dutchman not even a yard away, sailing towards her all on its own. She felt the Wind push her forwards as best as it could, helping her move through the resisting water and towards her ship. She gritted her teeth in pain as every motion made her cuts bleed even more, but bared against it just the same. She didn't need to look behind her to know Molpe was giving chase.

A rope swung down from the ship and she quickly grabbed it. Davy didn't know if she'd be able to climb up with her wounds, but the Wind was able to solve that little problem. It swung her around the stern of the ship and she felt the rope tug her upwards, as the Dutchman itself was reeling her in, working in tandem with the Wind. Davy landed hard, sprawled across the lower deck, and breathing heavily from the strain of her injuries. As much as she would like to go to sleep right then and there, fear of what Molpe might be doing made her move. She managed to drag herself up onto her feet, before taking unsteady steps to look over the starboard bow. Davy's half-lidded gaze meet Molpe's glare as the ship took to the air, leaving the wretched woman unable to climb aboard.

"I will kill thee, Davy Jones!" She screeched and Davy found herself smirking back, adrenaline racing through her blood like a drug she hadn't had in years.

"That's Captain to ye, ya scurvy sea-witch!" She shouted back, a hysterical chuckle highlighting her words. "And I'll be looking forward ta the rematch. I cannot wait ta string ye up like the pile o' bilge ye are!" Whatever replies Molpe had made after that were lost on Davy, who had already collapsed against the railing and slowly slid towards the deck as her vision began to grow dark. "Undine, take me to Undine." She wasn't exactly sure whom she was talking to at that point, the Wind or the Dutchman, but she trusted both of them to get her to her First Mate.

Pitch was not entirely surprised to feel the fear of Captain Jones again so soon after his last visit, but he was surprised by the amount that he sensed. This was perhaps the most fear he'd sensed from the woman. And just like the other times, her terror was too salivating to pass up. He moved through the shadows to her cabin, finding her still in sleep and muttering unintelligible things under her breath. He stayed hidden, drawing in and feasting on the fear that she unwittingly provided. After some minutes, her mutters turned into frantic shouts.

He watched her every twist and frantic gasp, fascinated by how much fear one bad dream caused. He'd never really focused on that aspect of sleep, preferring to wake children in the night and to use the darkness to enhance his presence and increase their fear. After all, how could they be afraid of him if they were asleep? Oh, if only children could have bad dreams like the Captain did.

An idea struck Pitch then, one that was both likely impossibly, but too terribly devious to not consider. If he could somehow get his hands on Sandy's Dream Sand, would it be possible for him to corrupt it? Could his fear filled touch possess the Sand, change good dreams into bad ones? He stared down at his hands curiously.

Pitch was fear. None of the Guardians had ever understood that statement. He didn't just create it in children by manipulating his environment, he caused it. A single touch, if he was able to touch them that is, and the heart-gripping emotion would spread through his victim's veins. That shudder that humans felt along their spin, those ghost-like breathes on the very edges of their arms, the phantom sensation of cold air spreading through their bodies. It was all Pitch's doing, the result of his touch, of being in the very presence of fear itself. In the height of his power, a person hadn't even needed to Believe in him to feel such things.

Could this ability affect the Dream Sand as well?

A scream penetrated his thoughts and a fear, more powerful than he'd felt in years, accompanied it. The Captain's dream had reached its pivotal point. The woman shot up into a sitting position, her left hand reaching out for something that wasn't there. Pitch's eyes widened before he immediately averted his gaze, desperately trying to ignore the way his face heated up. The woman's shirt was missing, but bandages had been wrapped around her stomach and chest. There were four stains bleeding through the white wrappings, dyeing them a dark red. The Captain's thrashings had obviously aggravated whatever injuries she had even further.

The door to the cabin opened up, revealing the First Mate standing at the entrance, looking haggard but still quite lovely. Pitch gave his head a rough shake, dissipating the irritating allure that the Mermaids seemed to constantly flaunt. The First Mate quickly shut the door, blocking out the moonlight that was unusually bright for a simple half-moon. Pitch delved deeper into the shadows. It seemed the Man in the Moon was worried over the dear Captain's condition. He felt himself sneer. 'How very touching.' The Boogeyman thought snidely. He hadn't seen the Moon this attached to a Spirit since it had created that oaf of a toymaker.

"Capt'n, art thou alright? I heard thou scream." The Mermaid pointed out needlessly in Pitch's opinion, everyone on the coast had likely heard that scream. The Captain merely sighed while absently dragging a hand through her tangled hair, not even bothering to open her eyes.

"Sorry Undine, jus' a bad dream." She answered before hissing in pain, her hands shooting down to wrap themselves around her torso.

"Thou has reopened thine stitches." The First Mate stated plainly before moving over towards the desk and coming back with a small wooden box that had a painted red cross on the front. "Lay down." Pitch averted his eyes again as the Mermaid undid the Captain's wrappings, but continued to listen attentively as he felt a spike of fear come from the woman.

"Do ye have ta? Can't we jus' cover'em up with new bandages?" Pitch assumed that the First Mate had shook her head in answer, given how the Captain sighed heavily after a moment. He shifted through the shadows to a better position so that he could get a look at the Captain's face while still preserving her modesty. "Well, at least hand me a bottle o' rum before ye start." The Mermaid did as requested and the Captain took a long swig. "I hate needles." She muttered petulantly, before giving the hook in the First Mate's hands a dark and apprehensive look.

"Tis not a needle Capt'n." The Mermaid corrected and the woman scoffed.

"Alright, fine, I hate all sharp pointy things in general then." She grouched, deliberately looking away as the Mermaid began her work, not knowing that she was looking directly at the Boogeyman's hiding spot. "It don't change the fact that yer basically knittin' me flesh back together like a damn scarf." Pitch smirked, seeing that while the woman truly did hate needles, she beheld a small fear of them too.

"Thou has such a way with words." The Mermaid commented dryly while not looking up from her work. "Now that thee art awake, will thou tell me how thou came by these injuries?" The room was silent for a moment before the Captain spoke again. The fear Pitch felt from the Spirit was negligible at best. Whatever had hurt her, she possessed little distress towards it.

"I don't know what she was, but I did get a name, Molpe." The First Mate let out a sharp gasp as her entire body twisted to look up at her commander with wide eyes. "Ya know her then?" Pitch knew she did, the overwhelming alarm rolling off of the Mermaid said as much.

"Aye, she is not like us Capt'n. Molpe is a Demon." The Boogeyman felt his own breath catch at that.

"Yeah, she was a monster alright–"

"Nay, Molpe is an actual Demon, likely the very last of her kind." It had been a long time since Pitch had heard any mentions of the Demons. They had not been very fond of him as he'd often warned the humans of their presence and had told them when to flee. Fear had saved quite a few lives back then, though it was not as altruistic as it sounded. Everyone had been afraid of the Demons, it was something he'd reveled in. The Guardians had supposedly killed the last one over a hundred years ago, but apparently that was not the case. Pitch inwardly scoffed at the incompetent fools.

"Now that I think about it, Grimm did mention somethin' 'bout Demons, but I didn't given it much thought at the time…" The Captain trailed off and Pitch vaguely wondered who this Grimm was. "I was on the Nile when I spotted her tryin' t' lure a little one into the water." She paused at this and the Mermaid moved to continue with her stitching. "Wait, if she be a Demon, then why did she look so beautiful?"

"Twas a guise. Her true appearance is a much uglier form. All Demons hath two skins, their natural forms and a more human looking one. Her allure is also much more powerful than ours as well. She can enchant any male, be they mortal or Spirit, with just a smile. Centuries ago, the humans called Molpe and her sisters Sirens." The First Mate explained evenly while not pausing in her work. "She used to feed on sailors, but over time she began to favor children more."

"I know. I stopped her from gettin' her next meal." The woman chuckled suddenly. "She was pissed."

"Begging thy pardon, Capt'n?" The Mermaid asked in confusion. Pitch raised an eyebrow at that as well.

"Ah, I meant she was angry." The Captain explained wryly and her First Mate nodded, likely use to her captain's nonsensical words. "She could control the water, Undine." Her tone was firm and furious all at once. "My water." She growled and the Mermaid nodded again, more resigned this time.

"She was born from it Capt'n. All Demons art born from the Earth while Spirits like us art children of the Moon." The First Mate explained as she began to rewrap the wounds with clean bandages. Once she finished, the Captain slowly sat up, minding her injuries this time. "Please be more careful Capt'n, wounds caused by Demons take much longer to heal than regular injuries."

"Thank ye for yer help Undine, ye can go." The Mermaid nodded and put back the supplies before pausing at the door, hands tightening into fists at her side.

"I take it that Molpe will not leave thee be after this?" There was a tremor of fear in the question that Pitch picked up on easily.

"Aye." The Captain answered with a smirk. "She seemed very determined ta be rid o' me."

"Must thou sound so eager? Demons art no laughing matter Capt'n." The first mate reprimanded tiredly and the woman chuckled, her eyes gleaming a little in the candlelit room.

"Come now Undine, what's an adventure without a little fear?" The Mermaid just sighed and told the Captain to get some rest, before leaving the cabin and closing the door behind her.

Pitch studied the woman, his confusion growing as she stared out at nothing in particular. It was not often someone actually showed an appreciation towards fear, but she sounded as though she hoped for it, as if she wanted to experience it. Oh. Realization set in and he sneered, feeling his derision for her increase tenfold. So she was one of those thrill seekers, was she? The type to laugh in the face of danger and the fear he brought? The Boogeyman gritted his teeth in anger.

Adventurers, how he loathed them.

"Ye might as well come out now. I can practically hear ya broodin' over thar." Pitch stiffened in surprise at being addressed directly. Had she known he'd been there the whole time? Why allow him to stay? "C'mon, have a drink with me Pitch." He couldn't help but roll his eyes at that. Of course, the foolish woman merely wished to continue the odd ritual of her talking and drinking whilst he insulted her.

Pitch would have left then, he had no desire to be in the Captain's company any longer, but the knowledge of a remaining Demon was not something he could ignore. Maybe he could us that to his advantage? Humans were still as superstitious as ever, and the rumors of a Siren that feasted on children could do him some good. It was just a little more fear to go his way.

"How, out of all the Spirits to exist, did thou end up being the one to find the last Demon?" He mocked her blithely, trying to ignore how much skin the woman was showing. 'Doth she have any sense of modesty?' Pitch asked himself as his eyes darted away from her form as she stretched her arms overhead, giving him a better view of her bandaged chest. The Captain must have picked up on his mood because she raised an eyebrow at him before putting on her blue vest and buttoned it. It wasn't much, but at least Pitch could look at her without feeling so… discomfited.

"I'm jus' lucky that way." She answered simply as she leaned against the headboard of her bed. Pitch distantly noticed that the wood was carved with some sort of pattern, but he didn't care enough to get a closer look. "Ye evar fight a Demon before?" She asked curiously and he moved around the cabin, preferring to inspect the room instead of looking at her. He noticed she'd added a few new books since his first visit, and several maps were sprawled across her desk and table.

"I fought my fair share. The Demons were once much more daring and powerful in the beginning of the Dark Ages. Some challenged me openly, others I had to hunt down. They were not fond that I warned the humans of their presence." Pitch answered as he stepped over to the globe, admiring the Lights that shone. "Twas the only thing that the Guardians and I were ever united upon. There were even a few encounters where they aided me, where we fought against the Demons side by side."

"Heh, can't imagine Bunny was too happy 'bout that." The Captain remarked, making him smirk a little. No, the rabbit had certainly not been pleased on any of those occasions. He'd always been the quickest to turn his weapons on Pitch when the dust cleared and the enemy lay defeated.

"Met the rabbit, have thee?" He asked lightly, though she seemed to have sensed his sourness towards the furry Guardian because she answered him rather quickly.

"Nah, but I can see the future, remember?" Was her sardonic response. Pitch snorted, surprising both himself and the Captain. Fortunately, she didn't bring any attention to his little slipup. Wanting to leave as soon as possible, he turned to look back at the woman, eyes shining brightly in the dark room.

"Tell me about this Demon thou engaged."

Davy spent the next month resting in her cabin, where she'd slowly started going stir-crazy, until Undine finally gave her the all clear. It was the first time she'd been injured as a Spirit so she had no idea how quickly she was supposed to heal, but apparently she took a long time if Adriatic was to be believed as a reliable source. On the bright side, she'd finally had a talk with Manny and cleared up a few things. Well, Davy had talked and he just shed some warm light on her, but she was pretty sure they were good now.

Not that they'd been on bad terms before, but still.

Today, as per following Undine's orders of taking it easy, Davy was currently lounging in the Caribbean, soaking in the sun and beautiful clear waters. Just as she began to nod off, she felt a light tap on her shoulder, startling her so badly that she fell off the railing and onto the deck. Looking up she saw Sandy floating on a cloud of sand, laughing silently at her reaction.

"Hardy har har, very funny Sandy." Davy grouched as she pushed herself up, feeling extremely grateful that her wounds had healed over, even if they'd left behind some ugly scars that were exceptionally noticeable against her tanned skin. She didn't need him fussing over her too; Undine had smothered her enough during the past few weeks to last a lifetime. Sandy eventually calmed down and gave her a curious expression as a sand arrow appeared over his head, pointing towards her.

"What am I doin'?" She guessed and he nodded. "Well, I was restin'." He gave her a sheepish smile at that. "But… I have been planin' ta check out the reefs in this area. It's an amazin' sight." She continued, smiling to herself as she remembered the last time she'd visited a coral reef. It had been years ago, back when she been sixteen and her family had gone on a cruise to the Bahamas.

Sandy smiled at her in return, a kind of wonder and curiousness building in his golden eyes as Dream Sand took form over his head. It made her glad to see that he was taking such an interest in her seas and in the things that she cared about. A sudden thought struck her as Davy recalled how Sandy had used so many aquatic creatures in the movie. So far, she'd only ever seen him use birds and woodland animals, like rabbits or deer.

Was she supposed to show him this?

"Ya wanna see?" She asked eagerly and he tilted his head to the side, a question mark appearing over his head. She stripped most of her attire, leaving only her pants and white shirt, and dove into the clear seawater below.

She took a moment to enjoy the warm tropical water. Sighing happily as her fins twitched slightly, feeling as if an itch had just been scratched. While Davy didn't need to be in the water most of the time like her crew did, her body certainly appreciated a good swim every now and then. And she really hadn't been able to enjoy her brief stint in the Nile.

"C'mon in Sandy, the water's great!" He nodded excitedly before forming a diving board out of sand and jumping into the sea cannonball style.

As he fell Davy briefly wondered if the water would affect him, but quickly shook off the silly thought. Dream Sand was special, there was no way it would react to water the same way normal sand would. Her thoughts were proven correct as Sandy swam towards her, waving and looking untroubled by the new environment, though his coloring was a bit darker and his sandy hair laid flat against his head.

After explaining the concept of a snorkel that Sandy easily replicated, she swam ahead of him, leading him towards the reef and marine life, pointing out things along the way and explaining what she knew. For a few years in her childhood, Davy had been completely fascinated with the ocean's wildlife. Granted, it had been a few decades since then, so her memory was a little spotty, but she still knew enough to give him some basic information.

Sandy instantly took a liking to the manta rays which she'd expected, but there was a bit of a debacle with a jellyfish. Davy had to bite back a chuckle as Sandy glared after the retreating gelatinous animal, his stung finger in his mouth. She watched, feeling absurdly proud as he swam up to look at everything with wide eyes, his face showing such marvel. This was the beauty that her oceans had to offer, what she wished everyone could see and appreciate.

A group of dolphins joined them after a little while. The playful mammals quickly became fond of Sandy's round and pudgy build and they started tossing him towards each other like he was a makeshift beach ball. Sandy let himself be passed around, laughing soundlessly as their noses tickled his sides. Davy really did chuckle then. She was able to offer a bit more information on what dolphins were like and what they could do; he seemed amazed that such gentle creatures could be so helpful.

Eventually when they returned to the Flying Dutchman, Sandy was still beaming at her wildly as he gestured and recreated the things that they'd seen, once again reminding her of an overexcited kid. When he left hours later, flying away on a manta ray made of sand, she knew that she'd done a really good thing for the smallest Guardian. And it was surreal to know that she had affected his future, knowing that for years to come he would be crafting underwater animals out of his Dream Sand. It made her wonder just else she might end up effecting in the future.

Molpe is a figure in Greek Mythology, listed as one of the Sirens in Homer's Odyssey. Looking sirens up online, I was surprised to learn that they were originally described as women/bird hybrids. It wasn't until much later in history that people began to describe them as something similar to mermaids. Some of you know that I used Jenny Greenteeth before the rewrite. Worry not, Molpe is Greenteeth, the name and legend will become a part of her history eventually.

I wrote in that last bit because I thought Davy could use a little fluff at this point. Plus, I always found it odd how Sandy used so many water themed creatures in his creations. I was really happy with how well I made that fit in with her character, giving a plausible reason for why he used dolphins and manta rays. It made her way more relatable to the story, anchoring her into the Guardians' Universe even further.

–Hexalys