Clover's POV

I woke up on a rocking ship. The seagulls were chirping so to speak and the sunlight was blinding.

"Hello Miss Turner." A ghastly voice greeted me. The man with tentacles came out of the shadows.

"You're Davy Jones, aren't you?"

"Yes, and may I ask your first name?"

"Clover." I told him

"You're not afraid?"

"No, now what do you fuck want with me?"

"Your parents some years ago took something from me that I dearly need. You are bait to get them here, they know what I want."

"Ok, what else is it that you want?"

"I want to kill Jack Sparrow and your parents. You too, probably, but if you cooperate, I'll make your death quick and painless. Maybe you can even join my crew."

"So, in other words, you want me to do every little bloody thing you say in order for you to kill my father, mother, Uncle, all my friends, and me? I don't think so. I don't talk orders from pirates. Especially not ones like you."

"Well, you know already that your family was, it runs in your blood."

"I don't care. Whether it runs in my blood or not, it does not control me and neither do you!"

He laughed. "You are so like your mother and father, even some of Jack is in you."

"Is that a good thing?"

"It's funny how history repeats itself. You look like your mother, all of her appearances and her stubberness. You have your father's loyalty and his sense. Then dear old Jack, you have it mind and his mouthy ness."

"So? What the bloody hell does that have to do with anything?"

"You would make a great addition to my crew, pity you would rather die."

"You betcha. Now, what is it that they took from you? Would I know about it?"

"A heart."

"A real one?" I asked, disgusted

"Yes."

"Is it still beating?"

"Should be."

"Oh, I can't say I've ever heard of that."

"I wouldn't be surprised. Now come on, deary, you would probably like to eat something and see where you will be staying."

I followed him up the stairs.

"Bootstrap, lead miss Clover Turner to her corters. See to it that she doesn't escape."

A man with clams and barnacles growing all over his face and body looked down at me. "Yes Captain." He agreed.

I then followed him up to where my room would be.

"In here." He told me. I walked into the dark room. He turned on the light and inside there was a bed, a dresser, a mirror, and closet. "You father stayed in here once. When he was prisoner."

"You knew my father?" I asked

"I knew him." He looked down.

"How?" I asked

"Your father is my son."

I stood there shocked. "What?" I finally questioned

"I'm your grandfather."

"But, you can't be. Uncle Jack says that Barbossa and his crew killed you nearly 20 years ago."

"He told you about the curse?"

I nodded. "Where you in the curse as well?"

"Yes."

"So you couldn't die?"

"No, that's why I became on of Davy Jones' crew members. You don't know how long I have wanted to see you. It is so difficult knowing your son has finally had a child and you cannot see them."

"I'm sorry. Why are you still here? Why didn't you try to escape?" I asked

"You cannot escape once you are one of his crew. He must die in order for me to get my life back."

"Does my father know about all of this?"

"Yes, he promised that he would find a way to free me. I guess he doesn't have the heart like I thought he did."

"I never heard of the heart until today. I am almost positive that they don't have it, therefore we are all destined to die."

"No, your parents, Jack included, are very smart people, they will figure something out"

"I know, I just hope they are here in time."