Part Two of Calypso's Torment
Cross Posted to Davy Calypso and my own journal
Calypso's Torment
Part Two of Three Installments
Rated PG-13 for erotic content
Part Two
* Note: I was mistaken in my previous installement about Calypso being the daughter of both Atlas AND Nereus. I thought Nereus was a goddess but it turns out he was a male LOL. Sorry about that error! Also, this story has become a bit longer than I expected and there will be a third installment. I was editing and re-editing this second part tonight. *
Calypso's Torment
Part Two of Three Installments
Rated PG-13 for erotic content
Though Calypso had transformed herself into what she believed Davy Jones would find beautiful in a human female, she learned to appreciate her own form. There was rarely ever a time she had the desire to form her salty waters into flesh, blood and bone, at least, not because of true love. Mostly while in human form, she enjoyed walking along the sandy shorelines of warm tropical beaches or viewing the gloriously colored sunsets by herself. She was never known for being a social creature or a goddess who enjoyed being with the other members of the divinity. Calypso knew the nature of men more than any other goddess except perhaps Aphrodite, for she epitomized all that feminity was...unpredictable, stormy, tempermental and mercurial, but nurturing, soothing and calming. The salt of her oceans were used to heal, to cure things, to preserve life.
She thought she would miss being the sea and enveloping men's sailing vessels, sending them to their doom or to great wealth by merchant trading or piracy. Yet she never felt the urge to raise herself from the depths to be with one of them as she had with Jones. And she knew that there was a certain and most terrible price that either she, Davy, or both had to pay one day. But she tossed that thought from her mind, which was filled with happiness as was her heart. Together she and Davy often made love on the sandy beaches near a tropical grove of trees, and afterwards, they would lie in the moonlight and listen to the sound of the nightbirds and the ocean waves. She didn't want to ever leave his arms.
Through time, she revealed to him many secrets about sea and the deep, and mistakingly, the one terrible secret in which no human was allowed to know about her. Calypso had never told any human this for good reason, for she knew they were capable of betrayal, but in her love for Jones she trusted him completely. He had never been in love before, at least not like this, and she knew that his love was for her beautiful female form as well as for who she was as the sea. He told her that he swore he would never allow a woman to derail his life as a pirate and a sea captain, for women were, in his opinion, nothing but trouble. Men on the ships, especially pirates, used to a life of great freedom and most having no wives or children to worry about on the mainlands, thought women spelled nothing but bad luck. They had a pirate's rule about never allowing a woman on a ship because of the bad luck it bought. Women certainly had their uses but it was mostly for a man's relief in the form of prostitution and temporary female companionship.
Captain Jones, however, was looking to go back to his small cottage on the cold rocky coasts of Scotland, but not alone. He bought Calypso many beautiful gifts, and when he went on his pirating business he sent her many letters, handwritten treasures on parchment sealed with red wax. He wrote her poetry which bought tears to her eyes, and an ache to her lonely heart. And yes, Calypso was lonely. For eons she had only watched men on the seas, but she had never joined them, except to bring them to death or fortune. With Jones, she would do anything for him. Yet it went directly against the laws binding her to the divine. No god or goddess was ever supposed to love a mortal or terrible misfortune and tragedy would befall them. But wasn't that because their love simply was not strong enough or they did not work hard enough?
She was beside herself with love for the captain. It was lust as well as love, clearly. He told her that when their bodies met, he imagined her moving beneath him like a stormy ocean, an ocean rocking with waves and shattering ships on rocky cliffs, a lover who could truly satisfy him and not leave him longing. The stallion-like rutting made Calypso only want him all the more, and he was glad for that, for most of the wenches and tavern girls, even the higher class ones, usually were unable to keep up with him, and only laid there after a while, torn and weary. But Calypso never tired. Jones plowed though her silky wetness like his own ship the Dutchman had parted her ocean waves.
Aphrodite understood and appreciated the torment of love, whose glory both bought great happiness and great rage within those, even the divine. For what was the point of being a goddess without feeling love, even for a mortal? Love was love, and meant to cross boundaries. But the others disagreed, particularly in regards to Calypso's immortality. She would live on forever and Jones would be dead within what the gods considered a mere fleeting moment in the majestic span of their everlasting life. There was the pressing issue that Calypso had revealed the unthinkable to Jones....that she told him how she could be bound into a mortal's flesh, blood, and bones. By doing so, she had made herself vulnerable to having the possibility that human men could control what was once something only an immortal could control. She had inadvertently given a man the power to destroy her.
But such was her love for Jones. The gods and goddesses called a meeting and ordered Calypso to be there where she would face them and their disapproval of her love.
Calypso's Torment
Part Two of Three Installments
Rated PG-13 for erotic content
Part Two
* Note: I was mistaken in my previous installement about Calypso being the daughter of both Atlas AND Nereus. I thought Nereus was a goddess but it turns out he was a male LOL. Sorry about that error! Also, this story has become a bit longer than I expected and there will be a third installment. I was editing and re-editing this second part tonight. *
Calypso's Torment
Part Two of Three Installments
Rated PG-13 for erotic content
Though Calypso had transformed herself into what she believed Davy Jones would find beautiful in a human female, she learned to appreciate her own form. There was rarely ever a time she had the desire to form her salty waters into flesh, blood and bone, at least, not because of true love. Mostly while in human form, she enjoyed walking along the sandy shorelines of warm tropical beaches or viewing the gloriously colored sunsets by herself. She was never known for being a social creature or a goddess who enjoyed being with the other members of the divinity. Calypso knew the nature of men more than any other goddess except perhaps Aphrodite, for she epitomized all that feminity was...unpredictable, stormy, tempermental and mercurial, but nurturing, soothing and calming. The salt of her oceans were used to heal, to cure things, to preserve life.
She thought she would miss being the sea and enveloping men's sailing vessels, sending them to their doom or to great wealth by merchant trading or piracy. Yet she never felt the urge to raise herself from the depths to be with one of them as she had with Jones. And she knew that there was a certain and most terrible price that either she, Davy, or both had to pay one day. But she tossed that thought from her mind, which was filled with happiness as was her heart. Together she and Davy often made love on the sandy beaches near a tropical grove of trees, and afterwards, they would lie in the moonlight and listen to the sound of the nightbirds and the ocean waves. She didn't want to ever leave his arms.
Through time, she revealed to him many secrets about sea and the deep, and mistakingly, the one terrible secret in which no human was allowed to know about her. Calypso had never told any human this for good reason, for she knew they were capable of betrayal, but in her love for Jones she trusted him completely. He had never been in love before, at least not like this, and she knew that his love was for her beautiful female form as well as for who she was as the sea. He told her that he swore he would never allow a woman to derail his life as a pirate and a sea captain, for women were, in his opinion, nothing but trouble. Men on the ships, especially pirates, used to a life of great freedom and most having no wives or children to worry about on the mainlands, thought women spelled nothing but bad luck. They had a pirate's rule about never allowing a woman on a ship because of the bad luck it bought. Women certainly had their uses but it was mostly for a man's relief in the form of prostitution and temporary female companionship.
Captain Jones, however, was looking to go back to his small cottage on the cold rocky coasts of Scotland, but not alone. He bought Calypso many beautiful gifts, and when he went on his pirating business he sent her many letters, handwritten treasures on parchment sealed with red wax. He wrote her poetry which bought tears to her eyes, and an ache to her lonely heart. And yes, Calypso was lonely. For eons she had only watched men on the seas, but she had never joined them, except to bring them to death or fortune. With Jones, she would do anything for him. Yet it went directly against the laws binding her to the divine. No god or goddess was ever supposed to love a mortal or terrible misfortune and tragedy would befall them. But wasn't that because their love simply was not strong enough or they did not work hard enough?
She was beside herself with love for the captain. It was lust as well as love, clearly. He told her that when their bodies met, he imagined her moving beneath him like a stormy ocean, an ocean rocking with waves and shattering ships on rocky cliffs, a lover who could truly satisfy him and not leave him longing. The stallion-like rutting made Calypso only want him all the more, and he was glad for that, for most of the wenches and tavern girls, even the higher class ones, usually were unable to keep up with him, and only laid there after a while, torn and weary. But Calypso never tired. Jones plowed though her silky wetness like his own ship the Dutchman had parted her ocean waves.
Aphrodite understood and appreciated the torment of love, whose glory both bought great happiness and great rage within those, even the divine. For what was the point of being a goddess without feeling love, even for a mortal? Love was love, and meant to cross boundaries. But the others disagreed, particularly in regards to Calypso's immortality. She would live on forever and Jones would be dead within what the gods considered a mere fleeting moment in the majestic span of their everlasting life. There was the pressing issue that Calypso had revealed the unthinkable to Jones....that she told him how she could be bound into a mortal's flesh, blood, and bones. By doing so, she had made herself vulnerable to having the possibility that human men could control what was once something only an immortal could control. She had inadvertently given a man the power to destroy her.
But such was her love for Jones. The gods and goddesses called a meeting and ordered Calypso to be there where she would face them and their disapproval of her love.