Fanfiction: Pirates of the Caribbean, AWE
Rating: K+
Disclaimer: Davy Jones and Calypso? Me, steal them? Actually- *smack* Borrowed! Borrowed without permission. But with every intention of bringing them back to you! All credit to the big-eared mouse.
A/N: More Dalypso, written for this weeks' drabble prompt: 'evil'. Written independently from Chapter One, but I felt they went well together, so I combined.
A Name for the Devil
His name was used to inspire fear and to curse men to oblivion. They spoke it with fear and spite. It was used to soften death's image, as a graveyard, as an oath. Death has always been cruel and men had no reason to think her new master would be any different.
So long before he had turned from his path and become the terror the sailor men thought him, they had cursed their fellows with the name a mother had once admonished a small boy with, set men to rest with the endearment of a saint, shouted for no quarter given with a name that meant 'beloved dove'.
Now, and rightly so, they called him a monster, a devil, an unclean creature of the sea. And so he stood silent in the shadows while the faint and lovely strains of music drifted down to him. Cruel, heartless, cold blooded, beast and bastard he had been named and titled and crowned and he wore the names as a consequence of his deeds, as a lordship, much as a murderer wears bloody gloves. Not a one could pain him, or cause him more than laughter, and yet he was afraid, as he stepped away from the shadows of the wall to see his beloved face to face, that she, who had never called him anything but 'my sweet' and 'my love', might grant him the worst title of all.
Evil.
But when she spoke, it was to call him something far worse than any of these, worse than he had imagined. She called him by his name.
"Davy Jones."
And hearing her voice, her beautiful, beautiful voice, calling this demon-creature of the abyss, this heartless, wretched, soulless evil thing by the same name with which she had once entranced her lover, that she had sang to him as they lay laughing breathless on the shore, bodies, souls and hands entwined, to place that name upon this devil and bind him in his form, to say truly that this wretch was all that remained of the man, Davy Jones, was pain.
Evil would have been better. Evil could degrade. Memories could only burn.
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