3. Everyone loves once
David looked at the setting sun and could only think of one person – but he did not where to start looking for her. It was still hard to imagine – Elaine, dead. And he had still yet to discover all that he could do.
Maybe recruiting the dead was it – but he knew that there had to be something else. Taminga was not an enchantress for nothing – she had powers.
Azazeal drew his attention away from the disappearing son as he mentioned that a Naval vessel was coming up. David drew out his telescope and peered to see that it was the ship he was in search of.
"Prepare for battle." David smiled evily – he would not be duped again by such a captain as Cromwell.
Now that he was David Jones he was more aware of everything. He knew the thoughts of the sea – and he could hear them often even with it being so new to him. He smiled – thankful that the ravenous waves of the sea were his friends – his slaves.
The ship drew up to the Naval vessel and all had their cutlass drawn. The planks flew out and the battle surged.
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Davy Jones held his cutlass close to the throat of Cromwell.
"Where is she?" He asked angered, glancing at the motionless form of Taminga who had been struck unconscious.
"Who?" Cromwell asked, and his eyes began to water.
"You know of whom I speak." David said, pressing his sword harder, some blood revealing itself. Cromwells cowardice disappeared and with it was replaced malice.
"She is a disgrace to her name, to her family. She could never have a proper burial with the history she had with you." Cromwell tried to snicker, but it was too hard with the blade digging in. "She has sailed away." He finished, but Davy Jones did not believe him. It was inevitable – for someone who claimed to love Elaine – to just let her dead body sail away into the abyss.
Instantly angered, Davy slashed the man's throat and brought Taminga to her feet. She was barely awake, but enough to whisper under her breath.
"The Lady of the Lake." Unconciousness took her and she began to fade from life. Davy ordered the witch's lifeless form thrown overboard and soon they were on their way.
He would rely on the sea to tell him where Elaine's boat had sailed.
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It was not telling him anything – other than the fact that Elaine's boat had been knocked ashore some distant isle that was not charted on any maps.
She was lost to him – forever.
There was only one place and one thing that Davy knew he wanted to do...
Isla Cruces loomed before Davy Jones and tears came to his eyes as he was reminded of the fact it was the Island he was going to make his wife on.
Isla Cruces had not been populated by any human being for over one hundred years, and had been long forgotten by many. It had been by pure luck that Davy had stumbled upon it – where he fell in love with the tropical scenery.
Davy knew that he was allowed to go ashore for he had not yet turned to some ungodly form that he didn't know of.
Rowing from The Flying Dutchman, Davy almost couldn't help himself from crying, and his chest was burning with love. He wanted to get rid of it – knowing that that burning would never be controlled again now that Elaine was completely gone.
The ground was soft beneath his boots, something that was of comfort having walked on the decks of the ship for so long. The beauty of the green reminded Davy of Elaine's eyes and made the burning all the more painful.
He didn't care if this action would some how send him to eternal damnation – as long as he was rid of the pain. And that if Elaine was no longer living, he didn't want to either.
He pulled out his knife and all the things around him began to fade away. He didn't pay attention to his actions – he didn't want to.
Davy shoved the knife into his chest and nearly let out a scream but felt the pain melt away as he began to carve out his heart.
There was no blood, nothing and the pain was gone when Davy withdrew his knife and he pulled out his heart. Before him was place a chest and he laid it inside – knowing that it would forever be there and he would never love again…
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Elaine felt a deep pain in her chest and she felt her immortal form falling – was she dying?
A sharp feeling, like no other she had ever experienced surged through her body and she could not breathe. She was still in time – motionless.
