Can I blame the rum?
Title: Let Go
Series/Spoilers: Pirates of the Caribbean: At World’s End/that other movie in which a boat sinks no, not "The Poseidon Adventure"
Summary: Davy Jones finally gets what was always promised to him.
A/N: To eryne_chan, for the soundtrack and precious download material I swear the serious angst will come later. I just...needed to write this now.
It was a sharp and bitter chill that swept along the Atlantic. Calm for most nights Captain Lovett told her, as if she had never sailed before in her life. But then she had not spent much time to know the ocean depths with great familiarity. Even if one voyage across these waves defined her life, most of her ties lay buried under the sea and not to the graveyard itself.
Still she had her mementos. Things she managed to take away from the wreckage of that happened so many years ago. The secret treasure she kept with her all throughout the Depression, even away from her family and other survivors. They couldn’t know about the trials she went through, the love she felt that surpassed even death. They had never felt such epic, tragic things.
The boat tossed sharply, as if the waves had suddenly thought to hit it broadside. If the sea could be thought of as sentient it would have felt impatient. Although it was a small jolt, it reminded Rose of her purpose here. Why she had finally decided to speak her story and return the so-called “Heart of the Ocean.” So Rose crept forward to the edge of the railing and held her hand out.
Below the sea churned and inundated with the same indifference as that night long ago. Back then, she could hear a voice asking her if she feared death and her silent reply was, ‘Yes, very much.’ But she made a promise never to relinquish it until she lived a good, long life. And the man who inspired such an oath had clutched tightly to her, instilling the importance of her promise. To the extent that she had to pry his frozen, dead hand from her driftwood afterwards.
Again, the sea roiled jauntily against the ship, as if catching Rose’s thoughts and laughing at her for them.
She held out the jewel, the silver chain wound around her old and wrinkled hands. There was a history behind it she never asked her old fiancée. Something about how it led to the ruination of all its previous holders and brought nothing but misery and heartache, but she had not paid him much mind at that trip. She was busy with thoughts of suicide and slumming it around with the commoners. One in particular.
‘Jack,’ she thought to herself. ‘I can let go now.’
And with that she let the silver chain slip from her fingers and let the jewel plummet into the sea, back to where it had almost been claimed so many years ago.
“At last,” a heavy, burdened sigh rolled out from the sea.
Rose blinked. When she thought about her symbolic, if not heavily contradictory, act she didn’t expect there to be any response for it. She looked down and there in the dark water glinted the gem, held fast by an outstretched hand.
The figure rose slowly from the depths, from the burial site of the Titanic. And it seemed to shift in the darkness, where there was mass and form extending out, shrunk into the shape of a man as soon as the jewel touched his breast. “This belongs to me.”
“Jack!” Rose gasped in awe. “Jack I knew it! I knew you’d come back to me!”
The figure paused and with a slow tread seemed to wade closer to the boat. The waves themselves churned upward to help him ascend, as if he were climbing a staircase. And Rose reminded herself of her dream to once again descend the staircase of the Titanic and greet him. It would not matter much that he seemed to sway with heavy steps, shuddering off the dank morass of the sea’s many treasures.
“Jack?”
The figure stepped under the fog lights of the boat, shaking himself free of the icy water. Davy Jones lifted his head to stare her in the face, with eyes as blue and sharp as the jewel she once held that now lay in his grip. “You’ve no idea how much I hate that name...”
Series/Spoilers: Pirates of the Caribbean: At World’s End/that other movie in which a boat sinks no, not "The Poseidon Adventure"
Summary: Davy Jones finally gets what was always promised to him.
A/N: To eryne_chan, for the soundtrack and precious download material I swear the serious angst will come later. I just...needed to write this now.
It was a sharp and bitter chill that swept along the Atlantic. Calm for most nights Captain Lovett told her, as if she had never sailed before in her life. But then she had not spent much time to know the ocean depths with great familiarity. Even if one voyage across these waves defined her life, most of her ties lay buried under the sea and not to the graveyard itself.
Still she had her mementos. Things she managed to take away from the wreckage of that happened so many years ago. The secret treasure she kept with her all throughout the Depression, even away from her family and other survivors. They couldn’t know about the trials she went through, the love she felt that surpassed even death. They had never felt such epic, tragic things.
The boat tossed sharply, as if the waves had suddenly thought to hit it broadside. If the sea could be thought of as sentient it would have felt impatient. Although it was a small jolt, it reminded Rose of her purpose here. Why she had finally decided to speak her story and return the so-called “Heart of the Ocean.” So Rose crept forward to the edge of the railing and held her hand out.
Below the sea churned and inundated with the same indifference as that night long ago. Back then, she could hear a voice asking her if she feared death and her silent reply was, ‘Yes, very much.’ But she made a promise never to relinquish it until she lived a good, long life. And the man who inspired such an oath had clutched tightly to her, instilling the importance of her promise. To the extent that she had to pry his frozen, dead hand from her driftwood afterwards.
Again, the sea roiled jauntily against the ship, as if catching Rose’s thoughts and laughing at her for them.
She held out the jewel, the silver chain wound around her old and wrinkled hands. There was a history behind it she never asked her old fiancée. Something about how it led to the ruination of all its previous holders and brought nothing but misery and heartache, but she had not paid him much mind at that trip. She was busy with thoughts of suicide and slumming it around with the commoners. One in particular.
‘Jack,’ she thought to herself. ‘I can let go now.’
And with that she let the silver chain slip from her fingers and let the jewel plummet into the sea, back to where it had almost been claimed so many years ago.
“At last,” a heavy, burdened sigh rolled out from the sea.
Rose blinked. When she thought about her symbolic, if not heavily contradictory, act she didn’t expect there to be any response for it. She looked down and there in the dark water glinted the gem, held fast by an outstretched hand.
The figure rose slowly from the depths, from the burial site of the Titanic. And it seemed to shift in the darkness, where there was mass and form extending out, shrunk into the shape of a man as soon as the jewel touched his breast. “This belongs to me.”
“Jack!” Rose gasped in awe. “Jack I knew it! I knew you’d come back to me!”
The figure paused and with a slow tread seemed to wade closer to the boat. The waves themselves churned upward to help him ascend, as if he were climbing a staircase. And Rose reminded herself of her dream to once again descend the staircase of the Titanic and greet him. It would not matter much that he seemed to sway with heavy steps, shuddering off the dank morass of the sea’s many treasures.
“Jack?”
The figure stepped under the fog lights of the boat, shaking himself free of the icy water. Davy Jones lifted his head to stare her in the face, with eyes as blue and sharp as the jewel she once held that now lay in his grip. “You’ve no idea how much I hate that name...”