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Chapter One: The Letter
"There is more then one chest worthy in these seas." He had said to Elizabeth Swann. At least that was what he was told by Mercer.
Mercer knew about the chest, for he had forced all the information he wanted out of a young Spanish man in Cuba. That information included that there was an other chest that went with the heart of Davy Jones. Who ever controls one chest controls all.
Three months had past since Elizabeth Swan stood in his office. For he had now what he wanted, he didn't bother to think about what that other chest had for him. Not yet.
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There was a time where nothing could had separated them. He loved her and she loved that he loved her. When she had received what she desired, she offered him what he desired. To sail the seas forever. He agreed under one condition. He wanted to see her and his gift to her every ten years.
That was twenty years ago. The Davy Jones Nayeli met ten years ago looked nothing like he looked know. A monster he had become for he cut out his heart hoping he could cut both women out his life. If it wasn't for his blue eyes, she wouldn't of discerned him when he was with his crew, his slaves. Ten Years...
Her mother only gave her one rule "Do whatever you think is right to your nature", and so Nayeli did. She was free to do anything she wanted and enjoyed her childhood with her brother. Thinking back she would of enjoyed her freedom more if she knew it was only to last ten years.
It was their tenth birthday when her mother sent her to the beach. She was supposed to receive her birthday present there. The disappointment in her brothers cristal blue eyes showed clearly for he knew what the surprise was. He heard his mother talking to Nayeli the other day, telling her she would see her father on her birthday for the first time.
So she sat on the beach - alone not knowing what to expect. The words of her brother hushed her happiness to see her father. "Mother loves me more. That's a fact." Rolling her eyes, she had asked him why he thought so, he replied "Why else would she sent you to our father and spent our birthday just with me.". Silly boy, she thought back then. Isn't it the other way around? I get the great gift of seeing him... but what if her brother was right? Not about the loving thing, but why did she sent her all the way down the tropical mountain face to the beach. And why wasn't she standing some where up there watching her as always. Her thoughts where interrupted by a raindrop that landed on her snub nose. The wet season was coming. It made her sad because she knew she couldn't play outside being free as the birds when the rain started to fall.
As she couldn't feel the raindrops anymore, she looked up to a tall man. Her father.
Her father wasn't a heroic figure like she pictured him in her dreams. He was .. well what? He seemed cold and full of hate as he noticed the little girl without HER. It was the first time that she felt fear and noticed emotions where unhelpful to do what you where told to do.
He gazed down at her. As she was told, she gave the letter to him. Her little hands shivering when her darkbown eyes, which seemed to turn as dark as ebony as she looked into his cold blue ones. While opening the letter he noticed noticed how much she looked like her mother.
This letter was the beginning of a wet season that would never end.
Dear Davy,
For I am thankful for what you gave me, a son, I shall give you a daughter. Your blood. My blood. As you obeyed me to sail the seas an eternity, she shall obey you and do what ever your heart requests. She'll always be bound to your heart.
Don't be angry I'm not here. It's my nature, would you love me if, I was anything but that?
Calypso