Daughter of the Dutchman

by LivingInAnotherUniverse

Calypso is the second child of William Turner. She has always loved the sea; so much so that her father offers to take her on as part of the crew the next time he comes back. Who will she go with, her true love and her mother, or her father and the sea?

11. Michael

Daughter of the Dutchman: Michael

Love for another person had been an abstract concept for a long time. I couldn't help it – I was convinced that I could never love. I didn't want to put down roots that deep, not when I would uproot everything to be with my father for at least ten years.

To be with the constant sea that I loved, not a human boy.

But here I was, fifteen, lying on the beach near my house with the two things I loved near me.

Michael and the sea.

"What are you thinking of?" he asked, smiling.

I blushed, staring at the clouds. They were like cotton, pure, white, and fluffy. "Clouds." I whispered. It was a lie.

His face appeared over me, blocking my view of the clouds. His dark eyebrows were raised over merry green eyes. Long light brown hair tumbled over his shoulders. Years of work on his family's farm had given him a well-muscled frame. He was tall, taller then me by about a foot.

"I know that look on your face, Calypso," Michael whispered. "What are you really thinking of?"

I chuckled and pushed him away, sitting up. He carelessly slung his arm over my shoulders. I leaned into his shoulder, watching the tide come in. We stayed silent for a long time.

"Calypso!" My mother called from the top of the cliff. I jumped and shrugged out of his embrace.

"Coming!" I called, and then sighed.

"Will she let me stay?" Michael asked, a wicked glint in his eyes.

I grinned, my heart soaring. "Not for the night…." He laughed, winking.

"One day, Calypso. One day."

~*~The Dutchman~*~

I lay in my own bed that night, thinking about Michael.

Calypso. Her voice sounded in my overactive mind. We need to talk.

What of? I asked silently, smiling to myself.

Love.

I sighed, rolled over, and closed my eyes. This was just too awkward. Please, Calypso, not now. Any other time, not now.

No. Dat you love is not my concern, only what will come of it.

Oh? I'm not like you, Calypso. I'm not going to abandon him, like you did to Davey Jones.

Is my nature! She sounded angry. Very angry.

Sure. I sighed. We'll go with that.

She subsided, muttering to herself in a seemingly foreign language. But she was still there, listening to my thoughts. Eventually, though, I fell asleep.