A/N: In this chapter, Davy is not as cruel as he normally is. I love him and I don't always see him as cruel sometimes. I'm sure other Davy lovers understand this.

Chapter 2- Deadly Salvation

"Oy! Shipwreck on starboard!" a gruff voice shouted. The large ship was directed to a shipwreck a few hundred yards away. All that could be seen was flotsam and jetsam of a ship. Nearby a white flag with a rose on it floated in defeat.

"There! A girl on that large board!" another voice said. The ship pulled up beside the girl. She was unconscious and barely hanging on. She was soaked through and she definitely inhaled water while unconscious. She was dying. They hoisted her onto the deck by sending a man down with a rope. He grabbed her and someone pulled them up. Someone else pressed on her chest hard. After a few presses, water spewed from her mouth. She opened her chocolate-brown eyes and looked at her rescuers, which made her scream.

These weren't men. They were…creatures. None of them had human skin or hair. Some had shells and barnacles all over them. Others had components of the sea and resembled some sort of sea creature. What was this? A dream or Hell?

One of these creatures approached the girl. He was freakishly tall, his clothing was only barnacles, his right leg was a crab leg, and his left hand was a crab claw. He had a tentacle beard, which reminded the girl of the tentacle monster that destroyed her ship. Her heart began to pound in fear.

"Who are you?" the creature asked in a thick Scottish accent.

"Ch-Christine Thornton" she choked out. She was so cold from being soaked that her teeth began to chatter. Her long blonde hair was out of its neat bun and in a tangled mess. Her white low-cut dress was soaked through. Her white corset was loose on her slim body. Her shoes were gone and she stood barefoot.

"Christine-uh, do ye fear death?" the "man" asked.

Christine was very scared, cold, and traumatized by her near-death experience. She could only nod and fresh tears spilled from her eyes.

"We don't need a woman on this ship!" someone spoke up. He had the head of a hammerhead shark. "She is better off dead!"

"Enough Maccus!" the first man said to the shark man. "It is your choice, Miss, serve a hundred years aboard the mast, and postpone your death," he said to Christine.

"Who are you people?" she asked.

"I'm Davy Jones-uh, captain of the Flying Dutchman-uh," the tentacle man said. "Choose now, serve, or it's to the depths for ya!" He nodded to Maccus and he disappeared.

Christine wiped her eyes and sniffed. What should she do? She didn't want to be stranded on this ship for a century with these people, but she at least would be 'alive'. She had no one to live for, since she'll never see her fiancé Robert again and her family was dead. Maybe someone on this ship would be nice to her. She wasn't sure about Maccus, and Davy terrified her. But she'd at least be alive, she would breathe air and her heart would beat in her chest.

"I-I'll serve," she stuttered.

Davy nodded. "You'll be stayin' in my cabin, and no one will harm her or there will be Hell to pay-uh!" he warned his crew. "Follow me." Christine shuffled behind him. She could feel the crew's eyes on her. As she looked at them, she saw a pair of kind and sympathetic eyes. They belonged to a young man. Half of his face resembled a puffer fish. He wore an old bandana and cape. A large gold earring hung on the left ear on the human side of his face. She gave him a little smile before disappearing below deck.

I know these chapters are kinda short, but I only wrote the story and didn't think about posting it at the time. If y'all like this story, I'll try to update more frequently.