Chapter 2
Locker of the Sea
Davy Jones awoke on a desert shore. There were miles of sand dunes stretching off to both sides of him, sloping down into the crashing waves. The sea was still tumbling over him, seemingly at war with the sand. He crawled out of the waves, lying on the sand with the sun scorching down from above. Closing his eyes he slept, becoming oblivious to his hunger, burning thirst, and his salt caked body.
Calypso came upon him in such a state. Smiling wickedly because of the damage her tempest had wreaked, she laid food and a jug of water by his head. Leaning over him so her shadow fell over his face, she snapped her fingers directly over his eyes so that they flew open, and he gasped.
"You! You were the one who did this to me! And my ship! My beautiful Serpent... My crew! Where is my crew? This is your fault!"
"They have moved on. Don't fret so," she said slyly. "All you need to do is listen, and eat!" she quipped. Watching as he obeyed her orders she smiled, and started to speak softly, "You are a captain of great skill and fearless in your nature." Reaching out she touched his scarred, hard working hand in her smaller smooth hand. The difference between her darker bronze hand and his fair though slightly tanned hand was startling. "You have worked harder than most and the proof has left its imprint upon your body," she continued, reaching up and touching the faint scar across his cheek from a rope sent flying in a gale she had sent in her younger years.
"You are a pirate through and through and know more about sailing than any I have met. I've a proposition to make. I make you immortal, captain of any sunken ship you want, as long as you do one thing in return."
Davy Jones had stopped eating and gave her his full attention. He still sounded guarded, though not quite as much as had been before, as he cautiously asked, "What is the task you would set before me?" Smiling again the response was, "It's simple enough. You must do nothing more than ferry those who die at sea on to the next world."
"What about crew?" He was warming up to the idea, since sailing was dangerous and to be immortal would be amazing no matter what he did. But to be free of harm, and able to sail forever, was something seemingly without a downside, so he waited for the flaw in the plan.
"You may offer anyone who dies the chance to join your crew, so only the best would be accepted if that was your wish."
"If this ship I'm supposed to sail was sunk, how is she supposed to float? And didn't my Serpent sink? So can't I have her?" a very excited Jones realized. If he got his beloved Serpent then he would take any punishment she could bestow.
"The ships have all been imbued with certain properties to cross from this world and that of mortals. They have also been repaired to be seaworthy. Your Serpent hasn't had the chance to be repaired. However there are plenty more suitable ships for you to choose from."
Without waiting for a response she stood and started climbing one of the seemingly endless sand dunes. Davy Jones hesitated only a moment before jumping up and following her. By the end of the climb he was winded, but Calypso was unfazed by the long climb. As he rounded the top of the sand dune he saw a graveyard of ships. It had even more ships than had ever been in Shipwreck Cove, and unlike Shipwreck Cove, these all seemed to be in pristine condition, except for one battered heap of wood, sitting off to the side. Davy Jones instantly recognized the rearing sea serpent that had once plowed through the raging storms on the bow of his ship. He eventually tore his gaze from his demolished vessel and began to scan the miles of perfect ships.
