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             When mariners woke in the night and screamed for their very lives, it was because they’d dreamt of a slime-covered, raggedy vessel carved from corpses of the damned

                                             –or so the legend went. 

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                 Clawed fingertips skimmed the surface of a gold and bronze railing that had been clean of the rumored seaweed and barnacles. Disappointment had etched itself onto the face of an entity who had expected a prow resembling a fanged mouth and humanoid sea-creatures to be swabbing the main deck. 

                Shadows convalesced around and embraced what  appeared  to be hooded maiden, adding depth to otherwise empty eyes. It dangled itself before damned souls like the lantern of an angler fish. Sea winds blasted  both the hood and thick hair from its eyes, lifting the hem of its gown to reveal bare feet that left no print nor made a sound as It walked. 

               The one who manned sterncastle deck was far from who It expected to find. Doubtless he would demand to learn how a young woman who still drew breath had made herself a stowaway, but alas…neither of the aforementioned held a candle to the truth. 

               Eyes of Eternal Night scrutinized who must have been the Captain, though It did not step towards him. It stood unwavering, stiller than a dead man’s heart

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              After a pause, the beast graced him with a grin; tipping its chin back as if it would add height and shouting, “You are not at all what I expected, Mister Jones…! I fear it would grieve you indeed to hear what the mortals say about He who rejected his honorable duty to ferry the dead.”

                                       Silence provided MEAGER company to the  Captain  of the Flying Dutchman, only the SOFT sound of waves BREAKING against the ship offering a REPRIEVE to the stillness. He’d become ACCUSTOMED to nights such as these, ones that STRETCHED on into the never-ending NIGHT that had become his life. Or rather, his AFTER-LIFE. Time had begun to LOSE its meaning, and yet the Dutchman SAILED on, unperturbed. Much had CHANGED since Will had become CAPTAIN, since his heart had been CARVED out of his chest with only a SCAR to remind him it had once EXISTED. Transferred from a chest made of FLESH to one made of WOOD, no doubt serving as a source of LEGENDS. The thought alone was one that made his lips CURL in a sort of smile, knowing full well he, too, would have once been FASCINATED by a heart that beat with no BODY. His thoughts were INTERRUPTED by the sound of soft steps MEETING the wood of the deck, SINISTER in itself due to the NATURE of their sound.         His men all stepped HEAVILY.

                                         FEAR was an emotion that Will no longer RECOGNIZED, one he’d LOST when he’d lost the thing that tied him to HUMANITY. So he turned with an air of NONCHALANCE, one that WAVERED as he caught sight of the being that stepped with such silent PURPOSE. He felt STRANGE in her presence, CONFUSED because she wasn’t DEAD, but he couldn’t quite tell if she was LIVING either. A furrow appeared in his brow, one that was nearly a PERMANENT part of his expressions. She’d managed to BOARD his ship, and yet her clothes did not appear DAMP. It was enough to PIQUE his interest, if nothing else. When she spoke, there was a TIMBRE in it that almost made the hair on his arms STAND, an edge to it that Will didn’t understand. Determination filled him, one that had him STRAIGHTENING his shoulders as he regarded the form before him with MINOR interest. At least until he was addressed as DAVY JONES. Aggravation DANCED across his features, a foolish reaction no doubt, but one that COULDN’T be helped. He was NOTHING like the monster that had been Captain before him, shared ONLY the responsibility that had BROKEN one man and FREED another. Brows ARCH before lips part, tone flat and dry.

                                   “ I daresay I am not what you expected because you have MISTAKEN me for another. Davy Jones has NOT been Captain of this ship for some time.

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written by LEA

est. april 24, 2015

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