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[Edward POV]
"So, what is this ring?" I asked, examining the emerald-blue gem.
"That's the gift of the sea," Davy explained.
We sat side by side on a bench at the docks, a small gap between us, waiting for the delivery. I leaned back and turned my head left, toward the sea. Davy leaned forward, facing right, taking in the sight of the mountains.
"Really? The sea gives me jewelry?" I said, fiddling with the ring. I tried to take it off but quickly realized I couldn't.
"Huh?" I tugged harder, only hurting my finger. I turned to Davy, astonished.
"Wait. Why can't I take it off? This isn't one of those genres where a ring appears on your finger and suddenly you're promised to some supernatural being, right?"
I was only 17. I didn't want to get married yet.
"There are genres like that?" Davy blinked in surprise. "Wait, I'm not one of the supernatural beings, am I?" He looked curious—and a little horrified.
I pulled out my phone. "Let's find out, shall we? Oracle, search for any fanfic with Davy Jones as the love interest."
Oracle responded instantly, "I found 422 fanfics on Wattpad featuring Davy Jones as a romantic interest. Most are set in the Pirates of the Caribbean universe."
"Oh, Davy…" I gave him a sympathetic look. "You might want to stay far, far away from those. I'm pretty sure there's gonna be a 'tentacle play' tag on them."
Oracle chimed in, "321 of them include that tag."
Davy was speechless.
I decided to steer the conversation back. "So… what does this ring do? And why can't I take it off?"
"You can take it off," he said. "But if you do, it'll disappear—and you won't be able to get it back. As for what it does... hmm. Go stand by the sea."
I sighed and begrudgingly walked to the end of the pier. "Now what—"
He threw his sword at me.
I dodged by bending backward, but the motion made me lose balance—and I fell into the water.
I grumbled as I hit the surface. "That bitch— Wait—"
The shock of the cold water faded almost instantly as I sank deeper. My first instinct was to hold my breath, but... I didn't need to.
I could breathe.
Air—or something like it—filled my chest with every calm breath. I checked for gills on my body, but there were none.
Not only that—I could see. Perfectly. The darkness of night didn't seem to reach down here. The water was bathed in silver-blue luminescence; the corals shone like they were illuminated by moonlight.
My hands floated before me, and when I moved them, the water obeyed.
No resistance. No awkward flailing. Just smooth, precise motion. I kicked lightly, and my body surged forward. I twisted, turned, flipped—and each time, the ocean moved with me like it knew me. Like it welcomed me.
"What— Oh my god," I whispered, my voice echoing oddly inside my head. It wasn't just swimming. It was like I was the water.
Schools of fish glided past, unafraid, brushing against my arms as though greeting an old friend.
I dove deeper. The pressure didn't crush me.
Then I heard it: a song. Faint, melodic, and coming from everywhere. Not in my ears, but in my bones. A lullaby of currents and whale-song. A beautiful melody.
'Sirens?' I thought. 'Davy Jones is real, so I guess Sirens are too?'
I rose to the surface slowly.
Davy stood on the pier, grinning like he knew exactly what I'd just gone through.
"See?" he said. "Gift of the sea."
I activated a wind spell and dried my wet clothes instantly. "It's not a bad gift." I commented.
"That's not all. Try channeling your mind into the ring," he added.
"My mind? Alright." I focused.
My green eyes began to glow blue.
Suddenly, I could feel the sea—like a map unfolding inside my mind. I saw the currents, whirlpools, ships, shipwrecks, and more. I could only hold it for a minute before the strain overwhelmed me.
"You're part of the world now," Davy explained with an ominous grin. "Welcome."
"Why?" I asked, confused. "Is it because I cleaned up the sea? Is that it?"
Davy nodded. "I don't know what you did, but you definitely did something right. The ring—it's made from your Karma. Wear it, and you'll never have to face a storm. Your ships will never turn over. And your crew? They'll be under Davy Jones's protection and never be harmed—as long as they're at sea."
"I see." I fiddled with the ring again. "It's a great gift."
As my dad was always travelling on the sea, this was a phenomenal gift for me and my family.
"How did you know so much about the ring? Do you also have one of these?" I asked casually.
"I did." He replied after a while, his eyes full of nostalgia. "But I gave that to someone else."
I lowered my tone, "Your family or your lover?"
He kept his eye on the mountain, and replied, "She's my family, and also my…everything."
My ring glowed, and my mind was pulled into another space.
The sea… never forgets.
I was watching him from a third-person point of view—the event that was witnessed by the sea.
Davy Jones was a young sailor, barely a young adult. He had a wife and a young son who was just born. He kissed his wife on the forehead and said affectionately, "I promise I'll come back."
His son grabbed Davy's finger as his wife held him. Davy's chin quivered, and he almost cried.
When he met with the pirates on the sea, he fought them with all of his might, as he wanted to return to his family.
But the cannon shell hit him, taking his arm and legs away. He floated on the sea aboard the ship with a broken mast, slowly dying.
That's when he begged the sea. He wanted to see his wife again. He wanted to hold her, and be with her. He wanted to keep her safe from all of the dangers in the world.
The sea granted his request, but he had to work as a spirit guide to those who lost their lives at sea.
As Davy Jones, he saw his family live without him from afar.
He saved them from those who intended to harm them without them knowing. But he never showed his new appearance to his wife or child.
He was afraid that they couldn't accept him.
Years passed. His son became a man, got married, and had children of his own. His wife's hair turned silver, and her face lined with time—but her eyes always stayed soft when she looked out to sea.
She never remarried.
Davy Jones stood near her in those final years, always watching. Always silent.
And when she passed—peaceful in her sleep—he was there. At her bedside. Holding her hand.
On her finger was a ring. The same one I now wore.
My mind returned to the present. Barely a second had passed since I witnessed his life story.
But it wasn't just his memories. I also received something else—a request.
"You… why didn't you ever show yourself to her?" I asked, my voice shaking slightly.
Davy turned to me in confusion. His gaze drifted to the ring, and instinctively, he knew—I'd seen something I wasn't supposed to.
He understood, and replied, "How could I? After breaking every promise I ever made to her?"
"But—"
"Don't," he snapped. "Don't bring it up again. That story's two hundred years old… There's nothing you can say or do that'll change any of it."
I held my tongue and swallowed the bitterness in my throat.
The airship arrived, and Woo-jin brought everything I asked for.
"Sir? Where are you?" Woo-jin called, even though I was standing right in front of him.
"Huh? Jin, you can't see me?" I asked.
"I can hear you, sir. But I can't see you," he replied, puzzled.
I turned to Davy, and he pointed to the golden cuff on my wrist. "You're bound to the ship for now. Technically, you're a spirit."
"Oh," I muttered. "Jin, apparently I'm a spirit now."
Woo-jin looked thoroughly confused, but I didn't bother explaining further.
I fitted Davy Jones with the prosthetic leg and arm while my carpenter androids continued building his ship.
"You might finish it earlier than I thought," Davy said, eyes gleaming as he watched the Moby Dick take shape.
Using a screwdriver, I adjusted the prosthetic hand. "Yeah. Then you can go back to doing your job. Although—I have something to ask."
He sighed, already bracing himself. I asked anyway, "The sea never told you to do this forever."
Davy fell silent.
"You were never meant to do this forever."
Fury flickered in his eyes. "Stop it, Newgate. You have no idea what you're talking about."
I looked down at the prosthetic in my hands, then muttered, "Believe me. I understand more than you think."
I tossed the arm toward him.
He caught it mid-air with his crab claw.
"Oh, do you now?" he said mockingly. He set the arm down and ripped off the clawed limb from his shoulder, then attached the prosthetic. It clicked into place and hissed softly as it calibrated.
To his surprise, he could move it—just like the old one.
"The leg will take a bit more time," I said. "Meanwhile, wanna play It Takes Two?"
I turned on the 80-inch TV and showed him the game.
Davy blinked, intrigued. "A game? I'd like to play some games."
He sat beside the couch Woo-jin had dragged over, and we played together. My android workers looked baffled as the controllers floated and the game played on its own.
The day passed quickly. Davy learned more about the modern world and was fascinated by the idea of having his own game room.
"We're building a depressurization chamber, like in a submarine, so the room stays dry. Otherwise, the electronics will be ruined," Woo-jin explained—still unable to see me.
I looked at the blueprint and said, "About that…"
…
"I want to see more of this girl," Davy said later, holding a DVD copy of I Know What You Did Last Summer—the 1997 version.
I glanced at it. "Who? Jennifer Love Hewitt or Sarah Michelle Gellar?"
He paused. "Yes."
I rolled my eyes. Though deep down, I kind of knew who he meant. His wife had resembled Jennifer Love Hewitt.
"And I've seen your other recommendations," he added, pulling out The Lord of the Rings trilogy.
He watched all three films—took him eleven hours. By the time he finished, I'd already completed the ship.
It took me 56 hours total—the ship and the prosthetics.
Davy no longer hobbled like a peg-legged relic. No longer wore a tattered sailor's uniform. No more barnacles clinging to his face.
Now he looked dashing in a navy-blue suit, black shoes, his tentacle beard slicked back, and a matte black prosthetic arm.
He even carried a new sword—one I'd forged for him from meteorite metal, imbued with my enchantment.
"Are you all ready now?" I asked him.
He smiled and said, "Yeah. I'm ready to go back to the sea."
"No, I think you misunderstood something," I said, taking out a black katana from a silver case. It was my personal sword, and it was the first time I was ever using it against an opponent.
"I'm not sending you back to the sea," I said, picking up the sword and holding a fighting stance toward him.
Davy was surprised and asked, "What? Do you want a rematch?"
"No, Captain. Since I'm part of your crew, technically, it's a mutiny."
He was stupefied. "You want the captain's position?" he asked.
I nodded and said, "Yeah. And then, I'm going to send you back. To her."
Davy's gaze changed immediately; he became sharper.
"Again, you have no idea what you're doing, Newgate," he said, pulling out his own sword.
"For the sake of my duty, even if I have to cut off all your limbs, I'm going to return to my work and guide the souls to the afterlife."
"No. Your duty ended hundreds of years ago. You're still holding on to it because you're too afraid to move on."
"Afraid? What am I afraid of?" Davy scoffed.
"You're afraid she'll be waiting for you, and you won't have any excuses to tell her why you're so late to return and be with her."
I dashed forward, shouting in fury as I slashed the blade at him. He blocked it by using his sword as a shield, holding on to the slash with both hands.
"Argh!" he groaned madly and kicked me in the stomach. But I spun mid-air and kicked him in the head as I was flung away, which made both of us fly in opposite directions.
I had already cleared up the area before. No one would interfere with our fight now.
I puked out some blood and wiped my mouth with the back of my hand.
"Captain, as your first mate, I'm going to beat some sense into you."
His cheek was bruised, and he spat out a tooth.
"Before I cut you up, I'm giving you one last chance to stop," Davy Jones said menacingly.
Dark clouds began swirling in the sky, and rain started to pour—heavily. The once-calm sea turned furious.
"No can do. I received a request. So I'm going to give it all I've got."
"Request? What request?" Davy Jones asked.
I activated my Sharingan and pulled him into a memory.
"A request from the sea."
Davy Jones's eyes widened as he saw the memory. I dashed forward, and we exchanged blow after blow.
…
[General POV]
Inside the plane heading home, Edward lay in the cargo hold, healing himself with the Mystical Palm technique. The large sword wound on his stomach slowly began to close.
He spat out more blood as Woo-Jin desperately flew the plane back to L.A. to get him to Sage.
"Puh—Ku–HA!" Edward suddenly laughed, despite the blood still on his lips.
"Woo-Jin, play track number 197 for me. I think it's appropriate for this moment."
"Stop talking, sir! I'll play the song—just stop talking!" Woo-Jin said urgently.
[All I Want – Kodaline]
The soft music began to play—Edward's own voice singing the cover.
♫♪ All I want is nothing more
To hear you knocking at my door ♫♪
During the fight, Edward had pulled Davy Jones into a memory from the sea itself.
Davy saw his wife crying by the dock, begging the sea to return her husband in exchange for her own life.
♫♪ 'Cause if I could see your face once more
I could die as a happy man, I'm sure ♫♪
Edward punched him mid-memory.
"Open your eyes! "
♫♪ When you said your last goodbye
I died a little bit inside
I lay in tears in bed all night
Alone without you by my side ♫♪
Davy watched his wife nearly take her own life—only stopped by their toddler son.
♫♪ But if you loved me
Why did you leave me?
Take my body, take my body ♫♪
As the years passed, the wife began to notice someone was protecting her from the shadows. She knew it was him when gold nuggets appeared in her bed.
♫♪ All I want is
All I need is
To find somebody
I'll find somebody ♫♪
She cried endlessly, longing to meet him again. But Davy, the coward, never showed himself.
♫♪ Ooh oh
Ooh oh
Ooh oh
Ooh oh ♫♪
Edward grabbed Davy's collar.
"How could you doubt her love?! How could you leave her waiting all this time?!"
♫♪ 'Cause you brought out the best of me
A part of me I'd never seen
You took my soul, wiped it clean
Our love was made for movie screens ♫♪
Davy's eyes turned glassy. He pushed Edward back and let out a shaky, bitter laugh.
"I am Davy Jones! The spirit of the sea! I am no longer a human being. How can I be with a mortal woman?"
♫♪ But if you loved me
Why did you leave me?
Take my body
Take my body ♫♪
Edward's face twisted in fury. In the memory, even at the death bed, his wife still held out hope that he would return to her.
"How can you even say that?!"
"AHHH!" Davy lunged forward, but there was no strength in his strike.
"I cannot break my vows! I am DAVY JONES!"
"The sea did just fine for millions of years before you were even born.
Captain—
With this mutiny, I hereby relieve you of your vows… and your duty!"
♫♪ All I want is
All I need is
To find somebody
I'll find somebody ♫♪
They clashed again. Davy slashed Edward's stomach, but Edward caught the blade between his abdominal muscles and thrust his own sword through Davy's heart.
♫♪ Ooh oh
Ooh oh
Ooh oh
Ooh oh
Ooh ah
Ooh oh ♫♪
"I—" Davy stammered. His legs gave out, and he fell to his knees.
Looking up at Edward, he gave a soft, regretful smile. "She's going to be pissed at me, isn't she?"
Edward smiled through the pain. "Yeah. But once she's done beating you up… she'll be thrilled to see you again."
"You never even built that entertainment room did you?" Davy Jones asked with a strained chuckle.
Edward laughed and said, "Nope."
♫♪ Ooh, if you loved me
Why did you leave me?
Take my body
Take my body ♫♪
"You win, Newgate," Davy Jones whispered, as his body dissipated into soft, glowing light.
"Thank you…" he said, just before he vanished.
♫♪ All I want is
All I need is
To find somebody
I'll find somebody
Like you… ooh ♫♪
Edward plopped to the ground, and the golden cuff on his hand disappeared.
The Moby Dick slowly submerged itself into the sea without anyone steering it.
Woo-Jin finally saw Edward and rushed to help him.
Back on the plane, as Edward was listening to the song, he suddenly felt a warm hand on his abdomen. He turned and saw Sage healing him. His wounds were closing at a rapid speed.
"You were supposed to get along with Davy. How did it turn out with him resigning?" Sage asked.
Edward chuckled and said, "I'll tell you all about it later."
–Afterlife, train station–
Davy found himself with a ticket, and he walked through the gate of the train station.
Then, he saw her. Dressed in the same clothes she was wearing when he left her.
His chin quivered, and his hand shook. She heard his footsteps and turned immediately. Tears fell down her cheeks as she slowly stood up and walked toward him.
Without saying anything, she hit him in the chest. She hit him a couple of times, wanting to resent him, but she couldn't hold it in anymore.
Davy let it happen, and he grabbed her hand and inched closer to her.
"I'm back," he whispered, tears falling down his cheek. "I'm finally back."
"I've waited… I've waited for you for so long," she cried as she dashed into his embrace.
"I know." He struggled out. She cried her heart out in his embrace. Then, he saw a man standing inside the train, waiting for him.
"Dad." The man called.
Davy and his wife held hands as they entered the train together.
"In another life. I still want to be with you." His wife said.
"And I, you." Davy brushed her hair behind her ears. "This is my new vow." He added.