Disclaimer: I do not own the Rise of the Guardians, nor the book series it was based off of.

Okay, so I've seen plenty of stories where a person from our world gets sucked into the RotG universe. It's a somewhat common premise, but there aren't a lot of well written ones. Plus, each one is either about the OC falling for Jack or Bunny. This story is not a love story, though I admit there will be some romance. But I can certainly promise you that my OC will pick a path most heroes don't choose.

So, there you go. Enjoy and review!

Chapter 1: The Rise Of Davy Jones

"The moon is a loyal companion. It never leaves. It's always there, watching, steadfast, knowing us in our light and dark moments, changing forever just as we do. Every day it's a different version of itself. Sometimes weak and wan, sometimes strong and full of light. The moon understands what it means to be human. Uncertain. Alone. Cratered by imperfections." –Tahereh Mafi

It was dark.

That was the first thing she became aware of as she hung between sleep and consciousness. The darkness was fathomless, endless, surrounding her entirely in a soft embrace. This imagery didn't inspire any fear, rather she felt comforted by it. She wasn't scared of the dark, but rather felt at peace with it and with herself. It was as if she was just going to bed after a long, tiring day...

Suddenly, there was a light, so warm and welcoming that it pushed back the darkness. It was familiar in some ways. She remembered light, that there was more than just this darkness. But this light also different. It felt raw, more focused, and it left her body prickling unpleasantly. It wasn't exactly painful, although it did toe the line, it was just extremely discomforting. After a short moment, she felt herself being pulled upwards and gasped as the darkness broke away.

New sensations bombarded her, a heavy wetness clung to her body and cool air blew across her face. Distantly, faded memories came with the sensations, of swimming in a lake, of winds both harsh and soft being a near constant presence. She sluggishly realized that what she'd mistakenly believed to be darkness had actually been water. She opened her eyes upon breaking the surface, finding that she was breathing heavily, as if she had been holding her breath for a long time.

Everything was blurry at first, a half-remembered thought of needing her glasses to see left just as quickly as it came, as she blinked and found the world around her shifting into focus. An expanse of darkness, though not as heavy as the one she'd left, greeted her first. But a sharp brightness, the light she recognized from before, instantly caught her attention.

It was the moon. It shone luminously in its full stage, wrapping its warmth around her in a soothing manner that made her feel safe. In a flash of clarity, she knew that she'd seen the moon a thousand times before, and yet she felt that this was the first time she saw more than just its cratered, silvery-white surface.

"...Davy Jones..."

The young woman tilted her head to the side in curiosity at the small whisper that reached her ears. Had the moon said that? There was a niggling in the back of her mind. A new alertness that hadn't existed inside the darkness that itched for attention, but she ignored it and continued stare at the moon and basking it its attention.

She was jarred out of her daze as her feet touched something solid and she glanced down to see that she was standing on a wooden structure. Looking around more closely, the woman recognized she was actually standing on a mast that towered over a large wooden ship. A dark ocean stretched out for miles in every direction, reaching out towards the shadowy horizon. The itch was back, fiercer and more insistent than before.

"...Davy Jones..."

The woman looked back up at the moon, feeling confused. Was that supposed to be her name? She shook her head, the itch easing a little as the answer came to her a second later. No, her name was Davina "Davie" Elson, not Davy Jones. With that memory, it seemed that the fog that muffled her thoughts began to clear and Davie could fully recall who she was, and the life she had led. It was startling, the sudden upheaval of memories, and it had the odd effect of leaving her breathless with a rush of adrenaline. And then Davie remembered something very important.

The moon shouldn't be able to talk.

However, as impossible as it seemed, Davie noticed that this wasn't the most troubling thing right then. Her earlier curiosity gave way to worry as a flood of questions demanded her attention. Why was she on a ship? Where was she? What was going on? How did she get here? Davie tried to recall where she'd been before waking up in the water, but there was nothing there, her mind was blank. She should be panicking, and she could feel it building under the surface, but all Davie could muster was a weak shake of her head. She felt disconnected, like nothing was real. Then again, maybe it wasn't? Maybe she was dreaming? She pinched herself and sighed when nothing changed. She supposed that would've been too easy.

"...Davy Jones..."

Davie looked back up at the moon, unreasonably irritated with it for not making any sense. If it was going to talk, it might as well say something useful. She looked down again, her precarious position finally clicking into place with just how high up she was, and that she was somehow balancing on a surface that couldn't be any bigger than two feet. Fear made her pulse race as she quickly scrambled into the safety of the crow's nest, hugging the surrounding wood for dear life.

"What's going on!?" Davie shouted before looking back up at the moon, as if it had the answers. In any other situation, she would have scoffed at herself, but there was nothing normal about this. Predictably, the moon was silent, offering nothing but its' warm light and she took a deep breath. "Okay, try to think about this logically. I'm not dreaming, this is way too real to be a dream." She muttered as she closed her eyes and tried to ignore the salty wind that ruffled her hair. "I'm stuck in what looks like the middle of the ocean, trapped on a colonial styled ship with only the moon, which is somehow talking, for company." Needless to say, she was doing a poor job of calming herself down.

"...Davy Jones..."

Davie turned to glare at the moon, feeling just about ready to tell it to shut the hell up, when she caught herself staring again, mesmerized by it in a way that she hadn't been since she was probably a toddler. The longer she looked, the more she thought she could make out a face smiling back at her. Of all things, a movie Davie had seen recently came to her, the Rise of the Guardians, and she remembered the first scene of the film. The similarity of her current state was too striking to ignore and Davie felt her jaw drop as she gazed up at the moon. But that wasn't right, was it?

It was the Man in the Moon.

"Are you s-saying that… t-this is real? You're real?" There wasn't a verbal answer, but she felt the Man in the Moon's light thicken and embrace her, much like a hug, and Davie couldn't help but lean into it a little. "But how? I don't understand." She gasped, feeling lightheaded, overwhelmed by this bizarre situation, and a step away from hyperventilating. Again he didn't answer her, but his light did become warmer, stronger, and it surprisingly soothed her frayed nerves a little. It still took her several minutes before she was calm enough to speak again. So many questions scrambled up her throat, but only one, perhaps the most important, managed to leave the tip of her tongue. "Why am I here?"

"...Davy Jones..."

And then Davie understood what the Moon in the Moon had been trying to tell her. She'd died, somehow. She couldn't remember it happening, and a very large part of her hoped she never would. Then, for whatever reason, he'd brought her back to life to be Davy Jones. She frowned at that. She knew Davy Jones was a fictional character, a ghost story sailors had made up hundreds of years ago, though she was more familiar with the version from the Pirates of the Caribbean movies. She was certain though that none of the renditions of Davy Jones had ever been depicted as a woman.

"Isn't Davy Jones supposed to be a guy?" She asked skeptically as she looked down at herself, as if to check that she was still female. She was, much to her relief, but Davie quickly found that her clothes had changed. Fittingly enough, she now had the ensemble of a pirate.

She was wearing black leather-like pants, the kind she'd only ever seen in movies, that were tucked into sturdy brown boots that reached the middle of her calves. Oddly enough, she found that a fin-like appendage stuck out from the back of her boot, going upwards a few inches and ending just below the back of her knees. Curious, Davie reached down to touch it, wondering why the Man in the Moon had decided to add such a weird feature to her clothes.

She jumped back with a startled yelp as she realized that the fin wasn't a part of the boot, but a part of her. 'I have fins growing out of my calves!' Panicked, Davie quickly went to inspect the rest of her body and found smaller fins located on the side of her arms, resting in between her wrists and elbows. The fins were a light blue color, the webbing in between being a few shades lighter, and there were patches of blue and seafoam green scales covering the areas of skin where each fin rested. Her complexion was darker too, she noted numbly amongst her growing alarm. Her fair skin tone was much tanner than it had ever been, colored a soft bronze. It was the kind of color those vain Valley girls living in Miami liked to have.

Her trembling hands flew to her face and Davie let out a relieved sigh as she felt smooth flesh and not scales or gills, though her ears were now pointy, like an elf from a Tolkien novel. She discovered, much to her chagrin, that her long hair had also changed colors. Where before it had been a dark blonde, it was now a light blue shade that matched her fins. Her fingernails had also changed. They were longer and filed to perfect angles, like claws or talons, though noticeably bunter. They were also a seafoam green hue and Davie hoped that the coloring was just nail polish. Somewhat relieved that she hadn't been completely mutated into a fish, Davie hesitantly continued to explore the rest of her outfit.

She was wearing a seafoam green belt, a white long-sleeved shirt and a deep blue vest over it with simple black buttons. The sleeves were rolled up to her elbows, safely tucked away from her arm-fins. She also wore a brown belt-like strap over her chest, holstering a sword in a deep blue sheath which rested unobtrusively on her left hip. A large hat rested on her head and it, ridiculously enough, reminded her of the one Captain Hook wore in Disney's Peter Pan. She took it off to examine it more closely.

The fabric of the hat was black and it had four feathers stitched into the right side. The first feather was the same deep blue color as her vest and was by far the largest and fluffiest feather she'd ever seen. Next were two smaller feathers that were the same length, but while one was a light blue, the other was colored seafoam green. The last and smallest feather was pure white. A pink starfish was stitched to the side of her hat, keeping the right brim side pointed up and making the already vibrant feathers even more noticeable.

As Davie continued her search to see what other changes she'd gone through, she found that a thin trail of scales went up along her spine, ending at the base of her head. There were a few more random patches of scales over the rest of her body as well, but at least the Man in the Moon hadn't turned her into a human/animal hybrid like he'd done with Tooth.

Carefully, she pulled out her sword next, recognizing it as a simple cutlass, the classic sword of the pirate, and gave it a few swings. She'd never held a real sword before, but for some odd reason, she felt comfortable wielding the foreign weapon in her right hand. The hilt of the sword had a gold guard with a seafoam green colored grip. A deep blue tassel was tied on the end; the leather twine was a few inches long and a miniature pink starfish resting at the end. The silver blade wasn't too thick or too thin and it curved upwards a little at the tip. Satisfied, Davie sheathed her new sword and turned her attention to the ship.

"...Davy Jones..."

"Yeah, great, whatever. How 'bout you tell me something useful?" Davie grumbled sourly as she peeked over the railing of the crow's nest, still feeling miffed about the fins. "Like how to get down from here maybe?" She paused in thought, looking up at the moon dubiously. "I don't suppose I can fly like Jack, huh?" She asked, not getting a response from the Man in the Moon. She hadn't really been expecting one anyways. He seemed rather limited in the area of communication.

The wind responded though, a sudden gust knocked up a long rope and she instinctively reached out to grab it. Davie looked down uncertainly, but the wind brushed up against the side of her face, easing her fears a little. With a shrug, she clutched the thick rope and jumped before she could change her mind. A scream broke free from her mouth as she swung downwards, with the wind pushing hard against her back to make her go even faster.

Her yell quickly turned into laughter, fear becoming exhilaration.

Davie stumbled onto the upper deck of the ship, near the helm, and she let out a slightly hysterical chuckle as the wind tugged on her clothes, as if it were asking her to do that again. The waves batted against the ship and a lighter breeze carried misty sea-spray up to her face, spreading it out gently over her tan skin. Davie sighed happily, feeling as if she'd just been reunited with an old friend. She had always loved being on the water.

"...Davy Jones..."

"Alright, I get it, I'm Davy Jones." She said with a huff of a laugh as she turned back to the moon. "I take it the ship is mine?" Davie asked and took the burst of warm light as a yes. "Well, I suppose I'll have to think of a name for it then." The white sails lifted outwards suddenly and the ship unexpectedly rocked beneath her feet in a way she knew that it normally wouldn't, not with the small waves it was on. She turned to look at the deck suspiciously. Was the ship alive too? "I'm going to go out on a limb here and say that my job is to help kids."

A thick moonbeam shone down by her feet while part of the shadow coming from the mainmast began to stretch and change. It shifted into a small figure that could only be a child, lost and adrift at sea. A ship appeared suddenly with a shadowy outline of Davie pulling the kid out of the water. The shadows shifted to her docking the ship near land and safely dropping the child off to be reunited with their family. She nodded.

"Save the kids, right? I can do that." She replied lowly, trying not to feel daunted by the unexpected to task. Saving lives was a big step up from making toys or collecting teeth. The shadowy images changed again and Davie saw herself playing with some children, each small silhouette dressed in their own pirate garb and brandishing toy swords. The knot of unease in her stomach loosened a little at the sight. "And I get to play with them while they're on my ship?"

As the moonbeam faded, Davie took up position behind the massive steering wheel, gripping the wooden pegs at ten and two. The new Spirit looked out over the ocean, chuckling as the wind battered against her back, apparently eager to start the voyage. She tipped her feathered hat towards the Man in the Moon, feeling his presence leave, and adjusted the sword resting at her hip.

"Alright wind, show me what you've got." She called and the wind roared in response. The sails jutted forwards as rushing air pushed hard against the white fabric, causing the ship to sail for the first time with a strong lurch. The wind seemed to know which way to go and Davie happily followed its' lead, letting it take her wherever it wanted.

It couldn't have been more than a few hours later when Davie realized there was one small problem with her new ship. She had no idea how to steer it. Oh, she knew the basics well enough, but she was more familiar with modern boats, not the kind that looked like they belonged in the 1700s. There was also a reason why ships this big had crews on them. She couldn't steer the ship and tend to the sails at the same time. And she certainly didn't have any idea how to navigate through the terrible storm she was currently stuck in.

Honestlyly, she kind of felt like the Man in the Moon had set her up to fail.

The rain was as hard as hail. The loud clap of thunder reverberated through the ocean itself, and the lightning which streaked across the clouds every few minutes only seemed to intensify the storm's harshness, filling it with even more dangers. The wind tried its best to help, but there was a more powerful gale pushing hard from the opposite direction. The sea that Davie had felt such a connection to earlier, didn't calm at her pleas, but simply continued to smash against her ship with crushing waves.

This was a natural storm that she and the wind had no control over. Yet despite the rain that pelted against her body and the threat of the massive waves trying to pull her into the sea, Davie felt excited. Oh, there was definitely fear and worry, but that was just part of what made it so thrilling.

She'd always been an adrenaline junkie.

She'd been the wild six year old kid who'd climbed the tallest tree on the playground because of a dare. The rash eleven year old who'd ventured into a dark cave while the other kids at summer camp had been too afraid. The reckless teenager at fifteen years old who had jumped off a thirty foot waterfall to prove she wasn't chicken. And finally, she'd been the twenty-six year old adult who'd gone skydiving and rock climbing every other weekend.

As the wind brushed up beside her, almost in reassurance, Davie started to laugh, telling it that everything was fine. She was having fun. That is, until she spotted the raging whirlpool not even twenty yards ahead of her. Davie tried to steer the ship away, but the pull of the tide was too strong. Dread pooled in her stomach, enthusiasm lost as they drew closer to the vortex.

There was no getting away from it. She felt the ship shudder under her feet, as if it was afraid, and she patted the wheel gently, whispering that she wouldn't abandon it. A captain always goes down with the ship.

Davie looked up at the heavens, searching for the Man in the Moon, only to see the entire sky covered in dark ominous clouds. Not even twenty-four hours after being made Davy Jones and she was already in a life-or-death situation. She was pretty sure that this officially made her the worst Spirit ever. As she stared at the swirling water ahead, she morbidly wondered if it would kill her quickly or if her new state of being would prolong the death, letting her get beat up until she either drowned or was crushed. 'A little help right now would be much appreciated moon guy.'

As if in answer to her silent request, Davie heard a shout from nearby her ship. Understandably, she blinked in confusion. Had she imagined the voice? She looked around, but could see no ships nearby. So she held fast against the helm, trying to keep the rudder still as best as she could, almost letting go in shock as she saw a woman climb over the ship's railing and step onto the deck. Before Davie could say anything, more women joined the first, who was already beginning to dish out orders.

"Molucca, Timor, Baltic, Coral, furl the sails immediately! Okhotsk, Red, lower the anchor, it wilt not halt the ship, but it wilt slow our pace. Halmahera, Yellow, I need thee to man the riggings and ropes, if anything turns badly, yell. The rest of ye, batten down the hatches!" The woman shouted before she approached Davie at the helm.

"Err… hi?" She said as the woman stopped beside her and wanted nothing more than to slap herself upside the head. From the woman's unimpressed look, Davie had a feeling she wanted to hit her too. Which was completely reasonable. "Not that I'm not grateful for the assistance or anything, but uh, who are you?"

"I am Undine, thine First Mate." The woman replied firmly, her dark green eyes burrowing into Davie, and there was an immediate connection. Just like with how she could feel the ship and the wind, Davie just knew that Undine was indeed supposed to be here First Mate. "Thou stepest aside, we shall handle this."

After that, the situation not only became surreal, it also turned anticlimactic. Undine and the others skillfully worked together, leaving Davie to twiddle her thumbs as she watched them bustle around the ship. It took only a couple of minutes for Undine to steer the vessel away from the whirlpool and about another thirty to get them out of the storms range altogether.

As Undine congratulated the other women in avoiding a crisis, Davie hesitantly stepped forward to make her presence known. The women all turned to her and she stared back warily, her hand placed discreetly on the hilt of her cutlass. She made no move to speak, trying to project confidence, so Undine took it upon herself to break the ice.

"Allow me to properly introduce ourselves, Davy Jones–"

"Captain." Davie interjected without thinking, instantly cursing her smart-mouthed nature and her love for Jack Sparrow. Fortunately, it seemed Undine wasn't the type to take offense at being interrupted.

"Captain Davy Jones." Undine corrected herself, sounding much more likable than she had earlier as her tone warmed up a little. "The Man in the Moon created us to aide thee and the children in any way possible."

"So, you're like my Yetis and Fairies?" She asked curiously, remembering the helpers that North and Tooth had in the movie. She heard more than one of the girls giggle and Davie, embarrassed, quickly tried to explain herself better. "See, North has these Yetis that help him make toys and Tooth has her Fairies to collect the teeth. They help them, uh, like you're here to help me…" She trailed off there, once again feeling like a complete idiot, but Undine simply nodded.

"Then yes, I suppose we art thine Yetis and Fairies, Captain." She responded calmly while smiling a little, and this time, Davie chuckled with the others while mentally releasing a breath she hadn't realized she'd been holding.

And just like that, she had herself a crew.

Davie steered the Flying Dutchman over the few dark clouds that covered the night sky, basking in the half-moon's light. She had discovered, quite accidentally, that her ship could fly only a few days after meeting Undine and the others. Of course after finding that out, she absolutely had to call it the Flying Dutchman. Her crewmates had been less than thrilled with the fact that the ship could fly though. They belonged to the seas, not the sky. She had understood their aversion to flying and accepted the fact that her voyages in the air would be accompanied by the Wind alone.

So while the Flying Dutchman had officially gained a crew, more often than not Davie was traveling solo. Her crewmates spent most of their time patrolling the seas, constantly searching for any child who might need help. She hadn't seen the others much besides sparing a few minutes to catch up and to give their reports about any children they'd managed to save. Just last week Black rescued a little girl who'd fallen overboard somewhere in the Atlantic Ocean.

This brought her to the present, not even two months later after waking up as a Spirit, and flying over Europe on her incredibly awesome ship. Davie looked down at the little town below, still unused to seeing such small and underdeveloped buildings. Where once her world had been filled with towering structures made of metal and concrete, it was now replaced with small houses made of wood and stones, dirt roads instead of asphalt, horses instead of cars, torches instead of lightbulbs.

Not only had the Man in the Moon brought her back to life, he'd also sent her back in time.

The year was now 1413, the beginning of what would one day be known as the Age of Discovery and Explorations. It was three hundred years before Jack Frost would exist and six hundred years before the events in the movie took place. She swore up a storm after making that little discovery and fortunately for Manny, it had been a new moon later that night.

As Davie dipped the Dutchman a little to sail through a cloud, she reached up with a hand to touch a trailing puff of vapor, coating her arm in water that felt wonderful on her fin. She let out a content sigh and looked up at the half-moon, finding a bit of peace in the quiet moment.

Suddenly a stream of golden sand appeared out of nowhere, swirling around the mainmast's white sails. Davie smiled widely; she knew who that belonged to! Sure enough, when she looked over the starboard bow, she spotted the Sandman hovering besides the Dutchman in a little golden rowboat made of sand.

"Ahoy!" She yelled towards Sandy, who created his own pirate hat with a very extravagant feather, and tipped it off to her in greetings.

Davie had decided a month ago that since she looked like a pirate, then she should sound like one too. She'd spent most of her time around sailors, picking up on their archaic lingo and mannerisms. It was more difficult than she thought and she often caught herself slipping into her old style of speech if she didn't concentrate on what she was saying. Surprisingly, Davie found that she actually enjoyed talking ye olden times. It was fun, a self-made challenge to distract her when she needed to amuse herself. Plus, if she did talk normally, using her century's slang and diction, she was pretty sure she would confuse the hell out of her crew.

Sandy disembarked from his boat and stepped onto the Dutchman, where Davie greeted him excitedly, unable to believe her luck. He was easily the most amiable of the Guardians and she hoped that making a good impression on him would help when she eventually met the others. She took in the shorter man's appearance and resisted the out of character urge to hug him. While there'd been an undeniable cuteness about Sandy's design in the movie, what with his round little body and variety of facial expression, it was no comparison to how utterly adorable he was in real life.

"Evenin' matey, my name be Captain Davy Jones and this fine ship that yer standin' on be the Flyin' Dutchman. I take it ye be the Sandman?" She asked gruffly, earning a happy nod from Sandy. The fact that he didn't laugh or raise a brow at her words scored him a few points in her book. When she'd been practicing her pirate-y grammar, Davie had worried that others would think that she sounded like an idiot. Undine certainly hadn't been impressed and a couple of the crew still giggled at her attempts. "Then it be an honor ta have ye on me ship, Sandy."

Again he nodded, before shooting off a few streams of Dream Sand that went overboard and down towards the children below. Davie smiled a little, thinking about all the good dreams Sandy must be giving at the moment. It made her speculate about what she brought to children. North conveyed Wonder, Tooth guarded their Memories, Bunny inspired Hope, and Jack would have Fun one day. What was her gift to children going to be? Or was having a Center a Guardian only thing? Before she could get too lost in thought, a growing habit she suspected to have come from spending most of her time alone, the Sandman created a hand of sand that waved about wildly to regain her attention.

Davie spent the rest of the night talking to Sandy, whose full name was actually Sanderson. She spouted out odd things at random, jumping from subject to subject, but Sandy didn't seem to mind her inability to stay focused on one topic for very long. A good thing too, since she'd apparently become out of practice with holding a conversation after so long. In turn, Sandy offered his own opinions and replies by spelling out sentences with his sand, something Davie had mentally dubbed as sand language.

She learned that Sandy was actually her elder by about a couple thousand years, officially making him the oldest Guardian. When she'd asked about other Spirits like them, he'd told her about North and his Yetis, Tooth and her Fairies, Bunny and his Stone Eggs. She even learned that the Guardians had only defeated Pitch sixteen years ago, effectively putting an end to the Dark Ages.

Now there was a problem Davie had been reluctant to think about ever since she woke up. What was she going to do when the events of the movie started? Was she going to side with Jack and the Guardians, or was she going to side with Pitch? It she wanted to be practical, the smart choice was obviously the Guardians. They had won after all. They were the good guys. But out of the all the characters from the movie, Pitch had been her favorite. That wasn't to say that she didn't like the others; North, Jack, and Sandy were right there under Pitch, she had just liked the Nightmare King a little more.

Maybe she could pull a Sweden and remain neutral?

"So ye defeated the Boogeyman? Ye do more than give sweet dreams?" Davie asked skeptically, even though she knew very well that he could kick her butt. Sandy nodded seriously and she scoffed, barely holding back a snicker as she saw the frustrated look on his face, which just made Sandy look all the more adorable and not at all like the badass that he really was. Some of her humor must have shown through though, because he was beginning to look even more irritated.

Sandy furrowed his brow and pointed at the cutlass by her waist, the sand morphing above his head to take the form of two dueling fencers. The sand shifted again, becoming a question mark.

"Course I know how ta fight." She replied with bravado, now it was Sandy's turn to look doubtful. Only Davie had the feeling that he wasn't faking it. "S'not complicated, the pointy end jus' goes into the other guy, don'it? Easy 'nough matey." Now Sandy looked really unimpressed. "Fine, how bout we have ourselves a little mock fight then, jus' ta test our skills?"

While Sandy seemed to think it over, Davie removed her hat and set in on a peg of the steering wheel. She went out onto the open deck, eyes focusing on nothing as she mentally reviewed all the knowledge she'd gathered from watching others learn how to fight. A month of secondhand tutoring under her belt and yet here she was, challenging the Sandman to a fight. It was definitely not the brightest thing she'd ever done. She moved into position a good ten paces away from the mainmast and watched as Sandy floated over to the smaller mast near the aft of the ship.

Right, Sandy wasn't a fan of close combat; he preferred to use his whips in battle.

She was startled slightly as a sudden beam of moonlight highlighted the deck and she sent a glance up at the moon. Manny's presence appeared above as the sky became brighter, and his moonbeams covered her ship with their unnatural warmth. She shared a look with Sandy, who simply shrugged likely saying that the Man in the Moon just wanted to watch. He conjured up a cloud of sand for him to hover on and a pair of innocent looking streams of sand took form in his pudgy little hands. Sandy gave her a nod before his face took on a more stern expression.

Davie took up her own fighting stance, bringing out her cutlass and brandishing it upwards, feet separated by several inches as she moved to stand sideways. Sandy seemed to be assessing her form, and from the way he shook his head, she could tell she'd already done something wrong. Still, she had always been the "learn by doing" type of person, so she charged forwards anyways, blade raised high.

Sandy launched a whip at her and Davie moved to cut it, dumbly treating the weapon as a normal whip and not as the Dream Sand that he could easily manipulate the shape of. The sand wrapped around the blade of her cutlass and it was only her foreknowledge of Sandy's abilities that had Davie let go of the sword before he could reel her in. She stumbled a little and looked up to see Sandy smiling at her, waving her sword about and reforming a pirate hat on his head. Well, that had ended embarrassingly fast. The moon's light flickered briefly and Davie suddenly felt like Manny was laughing at her.

"Two out o' three?" Sandy smirked and handed over her sword. As they continued to spar, the older Spirit started offering corrections and ideas for how she could wield her cutlass better. She guessed, after fighting besides North, that Sandy must have picked up a thing or two over the years.

They finally called it a night hours later when Manny's presence left the ship. Sandy stayed to talk with her a little more while the Dutchman flew over other continents so that he could still spread his dreams to sleeping children. It was only when the sun began to peak over the horizon did they say their goodbyes. Davie got him to promise to visit again soon, preferably when her crew was present. She was interested to see how her shipmates would react to Sandy and his adorableness.

As she headed back to the seas, Davie's thoughts eventually returned to Pitch and about what she would do when the movie finally started. Surely she was meant to do something. There had to be a reason for why the Man in the Moon brought her here, especially since he no doubt knew how much she liked Pitch.

What did Manny want from her? What was she supposed to do?

Yay, I'm so happy to finally get this story posted! You have no idea how glad it made me to write this. I've been holding back on putting this up for a few months now, since I wanted to focus on the stories I've already written, but I got bored and simply couldn't resist the temptation any longer.

The cover of the story is what Davy looks like. I do not own the image, I simply recolored it, but kudos to the original creator; it's exactly what I was looking for! I know the character is actually from an old CGI show that I watched as a kid, which just made it more awesome in my opinion.

This story will follow the movie with a couple of twists thrown in. I'm going to focus on Davy and how she interacts with the others in the next few chapters, giving you something of a prequel. We'll be following her adventures and how she affects the RotG Universe now that she's there.

–Hexalys