Thank you, The Courage of Our Hearts, for reviewing. Once again, I do not own Pirates of the Caribbean. I only wish I did.

Daughter of the Dutchman: Dreams and Offers

I woke up the next morning early, heart pounding. I had woken because of my nightmare. None of the others I had had were as vivid as this one.

I was on a ship. We were being chased by another ship, more run down, but intimidating all the same. Suddenly, the frightening ship disappeared in the ocean. The people around me visibly relaxed. They began to speak, and then yell, but I couldn't hear them. I couldn't see their faces either; only the faces of my mother and father were there. People began to scurry around, readying cannons.

I peered over the edge of the prow, and then jerked back. My dream had taken a deadly turn.

Tentacles many feet in circumference snaked their way up the sides of the ship. The cannons fired; the tentacles writhed, shedding blood on the deck. The giant creature wrecked havoc; destroying the ship and killing the crew.

Only a few survived, including my parents. I went to hug them, but they walked right through me. It was then I knew it to be a dream.

They abandoned ship, all but tow. My mother, and another man, dressed in a worn coat and hat. A red bandana covered his forehead; his hair was strewn with trinkets and jewelry. My father boarded the dingy that was salting below. As he stepped on the ladder, my mother kissed the red bandanaed man. She stepped back, and the man found his hand to shackled to the capstan.

Elizabeth smiled slightly, then got off the ship into the dingy. I knew William had seen – his eyes had widened when she had kissed the other man.

I was tempted to follow my parents, but I knew they lived. So I watched the man my mother just kissed as he tried to get out of the shackle. I couldn't help it – he was fascinating.

The little dingy sailed away until it was a small speck against the background of the island. The creature rose out of the depths, its maw opening wide. Four rows of sharpened teeth extended towards the man, like a hug given to a friend.

I woke up with a jolt, sitting upright with a strangled cry. The sun was peeking through the shutters.

I quickly got dressed and crept out of the house. I breathed in the crisp morning air, trying to steady and calm myself. I went down the path to the beach, then let the water lap at my ankles.

"Calypso," my father's warm voice said from behind me. "Why are you down here so early?"

I didn't look behind me, considering his question. I decided to tell him the truth. "I had a bad dream."

"What was it about?"

I quickly told him the bare details, including my mother's betrayal. My feet were numb, so I came back onto the beach, sitting next to my father. He stayed silent for a long time, his brow furrowed with concentration.

He suddenly began to laugh, quietly, but for a long time. I looked at him with astonishment.

"It seems to me that your namesake has sent you a vision. I've had a word with her, she admits to it."

"Who is she?" I asked.

"The sea goddess. Captured by the first pirate lords, and bound in human form. She stayed that was for almost a hundred years."

"What happened?" I asked, ever eager for a story.

"Calypso was released, and help us pirates preserve our way of life."

"Tell me, tell me!" My eyes were eager.

So my father sighed, but smiled, and began his story. It took a while, but by the time Elizabeth called down to us for breakfast, he had finished. The ending was sweet, and I finally knew the name of my mystery man with the red bandana.

Captain Jack Sparrow. Dead, and come back to life, through my parents efforts.

"Calypso, I've been meaning to ask you something." William said as we climbed the path up the cliff.

"Yes?"

"Would you be interested, the next time I come … I know how you love the sea, that you love the sea-"

"Yes?" I prodded.

"Do you want to come with me, the next time I come? To be part of the crew?" He glanced at me from the corner of his eyes. "I would understand if you didm't-"

I couldn't help but smile. "I'll be waiting."

He smiled, a true, genuine smile. I smiled back, then we laughed, and laughed, and laughed, until Elizabeth asked why we were laughing.

We didn't tell her. And Jack hadn't come back yet.