Hello dear readers, I'm sorry for another long wait, I've had exams, coursework as well as writers block. If you are a writer yourself, you know how stressful that is. Anyways here is another chapter and I've sort of got carried way with this, but equally I hope you like it!

Note: I do not own anything of Pirates of the Caribbean, I only own my oc/s.

The song I used in this chapter is called: "Cold" by Five Finger Death Punch, I would recommend you to listen to it, to get a feel of the song, while reading this chapter. However it is up to you.

Here is the link to my Hobbit Fanfic, of course you don't have to read it, but I would thankful if you did :) s/10125787/1/An-unaccepted-journey

I'm gazing upward, a world I can't embrace
There's only thorns and splinters, venom in my veins
It's okay to cry out, when it's driving you insane
But somehow someday, I'll have to face the pain

Captain Davy Jones stood at the helm, his tentacle and claw of hands gripped the wood of the wheel, which was masked by barnacles. He stared ahead, thinking. It had been many days since he had been under the order of Beckett. Many days of being putting up with petty humans in uniform, claiming they knew better, yet he could sense their fear of him, which kept him going. Though he was still captain and feared by them all, he felt….what did he feel? Feel was a word he despised. The day he ripped his heart out, he thought he could never feel, but what was this then, if he didn't not feel? Of course deep down he was human, behind the mask he could see who he was, within he knew what was right and what was wrong but nothing stopped him. He stopped caring many years ago. How long was it now? He had counted the days, since he was stud up by what he claimed to be lover, but it totalled up to a number, which he could never have ever guessed. Like any other fool in love, he believed in empty words. He was blinded by love itself! A feared captain to be fooled by love! What would people say if they knew? But that was all in the past. Yet he could remember the details of his lover, her voice and her hopes and dreams of them together, he could see the old man who he used to be in his eyes when he dared to stare at his reflection; making himself look past his form.

It's all gone cold...
But no one wants the blame
It's all so wrong...
But who am I, who am I to say?

He knew if he didn't agree to become immortal, his life would have been different. He was once the best sailor there was to sail the seven seas, everyone wanted him, or to serve him. But now he was the most feared creature in the world, people feared him. He gave them an option to either work under his flag, or to die, he thought it was a good bargain, as the sailors had faced what he could do, what his pet could do to them. They all faced death and was waiting for their call. People would have said they were lucky to be alive, but they had not faced Jones, nor would they hear or face people of land ever again. The cursed ship was their new home, if they agreed to work under Jones' flag, but if not then death had another soul to suck dry.

I'm begging for forgiveness, everything I've done
If God is listening, He knows I'm not the only one
It's okay to lash out from the rules that I'm enslaved
But somehow someday, I'll have to turn the page

However now all of it was gone. His rules were demolished, he was no longer ruler of the ocean where he felt to a certain degree safe and free. His freedom chained and locked away, he was now the only middle man, only important until the man in charge was satisfied, or if he didn't do as he was ordered. It was first challenged after the battle with the Black Pearl, he had thought he had won, he was free again, but gaining the chest and seeing his heart not in the chest, made his freedom grow small and questionable. Soon he found out Beckett had finally had it, to make Jones into a puppet and cause mayhem on the waters; power and greed forcing pirates to band together and fight! Yet that was just one problem out of many to come, the other was his trusty pet. The Kraken. Oh how its name feared the pirates. Even the mention of the name made pirates shiver of the thought of being dragged under the water to be eaten, or their face to be sucked off; the last thing they saw was the Kraken's many teeth before they dug into their human petty skin, bones crunched, skin ripped off, and the last thing they would smell was thousands of rotten corpses. The Kraken was loyal to its master, destroyed whatever was in its path, to gain human food and create chaos and hear wasteful prayers, but it seemed all of its actions was no good as Jones killed it. He killed his own pet. The only thing that made people fear him and made him into a living nightmare, along with his curse, but what choice did he have? It was either the Kraken, or himself. The greed of man to live another day, to be chained and be a middle man in someone's plan to rule the waters. It was the first time for ages he faced death, he knew if he disobeyed he'll be seeing death more often, more than he liked. Was that kept him going? To turn a blind eye on his ordered actions, to pretend his crew was his own and still feared him, to make the EITC men disappear for a certain amount of time.

It's all gone cold...
And no one wants to change
It's all so wrong...
But no one wants the blame

It's all gone cold...
There's nothing left to gain
It's all so wrong...
But who am I, who am I to say?

Moving his eyes away from the ship, Jones stared out towards the ocean. Everything was calm, peaceful and not what he was used too. He liked causing mayhem. Making people choose a living hell, or meet death itself. He liked having the power. He liked being feared. He knew there was good things to come with being cursed. Once he was a man. Once he was immortal ferrying souls to the other side, letting death choose their fate. Now he chosen the fates of the unlucky men who crossed his line, and who didn't die by the Kraken. They all heard the tales of the cursed Captain Davy Jones, he was the living nightmare, sailing the waters with his cursed crew and ship. It didn't matter what people did, they could never escape the Flying Dutchman.

My heart's an endless winter filled with rage
I'm looking forward to forgetting yesterday

He was now where he was because of love, greed, hunger, selfishness and foolishness. He didn't speak of these things, not to anyone and not out loud. He guessed people thought of him as those, along with monster and cursed, but all was forgotten when they faced the captain himself.

He hated being under control. He desired to be free once again, but he feared he'd only be free when dead. The tormented souls, which he ordered to be killed, would attack, surround him and drown him, though he cannot die, they leash their anger upon him and hurt him many ways, forgetting who he was. His status, his power, and curse gone, but his greed, hunger and selfishness would not, the souls would remember that and bring harm to Jones. Many years he bought it all upon himself. You could say he dissevered it all. But it would have been a different story if his lover turned up like she said. He had always blamed her, but deep inside he knew it was himself who was truly to be blamed, he was the one who fell in love, the one who believed in empty words, the one who ripped out his heart, the one who turned his back on the world and cursed every human. He bought pain, misery and hatred. That was what he was. They all intertwined with each other, twisting him, turning him left and right, making him fall, he was never free from them, nor the thoughts of his love. He had promised her, he would love her forever, but now he was a monster chained and locked up, doubt filled him. He would love to disobey his orders, to cause mayhem once more and to fight for his life, he would like to know if Beckett thought his plan through, if he knew whose heart to replace his, but could he take that chance?

It's all gone cold...
And no one wants to change
It's all so wrong...
But no one wants the blame

Loneliness he grew used too. In front of his crew and people he was the captain. However in his cabin, he dwelled on his past, his actions and his thoughts. He couldn't remember much of his past life on the basis of family and friends, he hoped he had a loving family and supporting friends, but something inside told him he did not, or else he wouldn't be on the waters. It didn't matter how hard he tried, the captain couldn't pick anything up from his past life. He made scenarios in his head, which played throughout the night, making him have little of sleep, these scenarios held images of him being a protector, the man of the family, good with sword and gun, as well as having friends. Yet it was all madness! Was the curse his destiny? Was he born human, to live a long life on the open waters, to bring fear and kill people to bring pleasure out of it all, and to maybe die as not himself, but of a monster?

He didn't know. He didn't know what his fate was. But he knew he wouldn't go down without a fight. He didn't care who died by his sword. The world was going to suffer his rage once more. His ears were going to be filled with terror, agony and yells, along with cannon balls smashing their way through the wood of the ships. He was going to feel the advantaged of being the curse, to feel no remorse and feel souls leave people's bodies as his swords enter their body. He was going to see blood spilled everywhere, on both sides, to see people running around, to see people's emotions spread across their face; nothing could be stopped. He would be able to smell death, to smell the sweat from people and smell fear. That was he desired to happen. But whose side would death be on?