Disclaimer: I DON'T OWN PIRATES OF THE CARIBBEAN I'm getting quite sick of writing that… Dedicated to Flygon Pirate, who is AWESOME. Go check her out, she's in my favorite's list.
Flygon Pirate was walking down the street when she heard a creepy noise coming from the alleyway next to her. Unable to control her curiosity, she looked down the alley. The same noise just kept repeating itself over and over again. When just looking didn't provide any results, Flygon walked cautiously at first, then boldly into the alley. She was straining her eyes so she could see, when she felt a presence behind her. Slowly turning around, Flygon Pirate found herself face-to-face with Davy Jones. She almost screamed, but then realized that that would probably make things worse. Flygon inwardly shuddered. This was her worst nightmare, coming true. She started to turn around, but a slimy tentacle on her neck made the young girl stop. Davy Jones took a few steps back, and several of his barnacled crew appeared out of now where.
He then did something very unexpected.
He started to sing.
"Some men have died and some are alive and others sail on the sea" The crewmen started to dance in time to the music, while Davy continued singing.
"– with the keys to the cage... and the Devil to pay we lay to Fiddler's Green!"
Flygon took a few more steps backward, then turned and ran.
Davy stopped singing and frowned.
"I knew I should have picked something else to do on my one day ashore"
OMG YAYZEZ!!!!!! Hahahahahahaha, I'm really sorry, I've been extremely hyper for the past WEEK or so, so I'm extremely sorry 1. For the randomness and 2. for the lateness. Anywho, I hope you enjoyed this!!! Please review with suggestions!!! Because I finally got over my WRITER'S BLOCK!!!! BAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!! Okay, seriously, I'll stop now.
