I never saw the skinhead coming. School was already shitty, with Them filling my locker...with that disgusting filth. I was walking home when I felt something hit the back of my head, hard. 

When I woke up, I was locked inside some box. Well...more like crammed into the box. My knees were up to my chest, my precious hair was half in here with me, and the longer half caught outside. I gritted my teeth. It hurted...a lot. My hands were bloodied from trying to force myself free, but I failed, miserably. 

"P-Please…" I croaked, my voice hoarse from crying. Someone...save me...Armsmaster...Dad...anyone…

I-I never thought that Emma would have gone so far. Darkness was my only solace here, and even then, I was alone like always. It felt like I was locked in a box, then thrown into the trunk of a car. Slow deep breaths, helped calm my frantic mind. 

I was being kidnapped. I was about to be murdered. I...was never going to see Dad again. Mom...I miss you...and I'll see you soon. Soon, I felt the vehicle carrying come to a stop. This...smelled familiar. I smelled...rust...algae...the sea…

I heard the trunk unlock, and I started banging on the roof of the box. 

"LET ME OUT!" I screamed desperately. I felt the box start to be lifted, and they dropped me. 

"Ouch…" I hit my head

"Oh shit." I heard one of my kidnappers curse. Wait...I recognized that voice. He was some wannabe skinhead in one of my classes. Johnathan something. Emma must have gotten him to...I'm dead. She probably told them that I was Jewish-

"Let's just hurry up before the chinks know we're here." A second voice said, I started screaming until my throat was raw and bloody. I wiggled and fought, rocking my body and hitting the walls of this box. 

"LET ME OUT!" I forced my hoarse voice to scream out. My captors ignored my pleas, and suddenly, I felt like I was flying. Water started slowly leaking in. 

I was going to die. I struggled even more as water forced itself into my box. My lungs burned as I started running out of oxygen. The saltwater burned my eyes, and started entering my lungs. My movements slowed as my lungs burned from the lack of oxygen. 

Dad...I'm sorry. Darkness slowly started to overtake me. 

I'm coming to see you Mom…

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My eyes opened only to be blinded by a bright light. I closed them again and coughed up water. What...what was going on here? Did someone save me? I tried forcing myself up. I felt...something rough...and coarse. 

Sand. I remembered visiting the beach a few times back when Mom was alive. How weird the sand felt in between my younger self's toes.  I slowly started to open my eyes when I heard a strange voice.

"You poor...poor child." Her voice...felt like a warm embrace. I opened my eyes to see a crab. Plain, white, and staring straight at me with it's small, beady black eyes.  

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"W-Where am I?" I sat up and looked around. Water, lots and lots of water surrounding the sandbar I was on. 

"You are...everywhere...yet nowhere child…" That voice again! I looked around...yet I was alone. Except for the lone crab, who continued to stare at me. I felt its gaze pierce into my very being. 

"W-Who are you?" I whispered. The crab blinked slowly.

"I am Calypso." 

Calypso? The nymph from the Odyssey? I remembered Mom reading that story to me before bed. The daughter of the Titan Atlas, she tried making Odysseus her husband.  

The crab blinked again. "Is this form not to your liking?" More crabs gathered around the lone crab, each and every one of them identical, and before my eyes, stood a brown skinned man with long facial hair, dreadlocks and a red bandana wrapped around his head. 

He sauntered up to me with a toothy grin. I stared in confusion. What…

"Oi! Not good enough for ya eh?" 

Calypso transformed again into a beautiful blonde woman with equally beautiful brown eyes. "Hmm, not this one either?" She had a British accent. I was...too shocked to speak. 

She shook her head and transformed into a dark skinned woman with dreadlocks and tattoos on her face. 

"Ah, this is much betta." Calypso said. She sat across from me. Her mischievous eyes stared into my own bespectacled ones. 

"A-Am I dead?" 

"No child. Well...not yet anyways." She laughed slightly at the end. Calypso reached out a hand, and touched the side of my sand covered cheek. 

"Who woulda thought dat Turner boy would still have a descendant." She examined my face with curiosity. Turner? Descendant? It seems she sensed my confusion. 

"Ooo, yo Mada didn't tell you?" She led me to the edge of the water and pointed. The form of a handsome man appeared, with a dark bandana wrapped around his forehead, he was dressed like a pirate. 

"Yo Great-Great-Great-Great-Great-Great-Great-Grandfatha was the captain of the Flying Dutchman. I'm sure there's some more greats somewhere in there." 

What? I stared at the reflection of my well...Great-Grandpa? He looked...a lot like Mom. Calypso touched my hair. 

"Hmmm...I was sure you were gonna have the blonde hair tho." 

I buried my hands in the sand and glared at her. "What do you want from me?" Calypso feigned being offended before letting a chuckle. 

"Deary, it's not what I want." She poked my chest. "It's what you want." She whispered into my ear. The reflection of my Great-Grandpa disappeared when a dolphin broke the surface of the water. It stared at me, and chirped. 

I must've been dreaming. Yeah yeah, this was all just a bad dream and I must be at ho- OUCH. A small crabbed pinched my finger buried in the sand. 

"You is not dreaming, child." She caressed my cheek again. "In fact, I have a deal for you." 

A deal? I turned to look at Calypso. "What deal?" I said dryly. 

She flashed me an ugly grin. "You has two options now. The first one is, you died. Drowned in dat box." She leaned back and placed her feet in the ocean. "Choose da first option and I'll allow you to pass on to da other side. You could see ya Mada again." 

I felt a few tears form in my eyes. Mom…

"The second one however, requires a bit more work. You will become immortal. Time will never take you, but you shall help those who die at sea, you shall be their guide to da other side." She touched the dolphin's nose. I...liked the first one more...but that would mean Dad would be alone. "If you choose this one, I will give you a favor your predecessors did not have." The dolphin chirped happily. 

"Instead of waiting every 10 years to step on land, I shall allow you to walk wherever there is a port or along da coast." She looked back at me with a dangerous smile. "But there will be a cost." 

I stayed silent, thinking about the two options. Calypso continued speaking. 

"In exchange...your body will take on attributes from the sea and all life innit." 

I...didn't want to leave Dad alone. 

"What...do I have to do if I choose the second one?" 

Calypso snapped her fingers, and a swarm of crabs carried over a metal chest covered in elaborate carvings along with a simple knife. 

"The Dutchman must always have a captain." She placed the knife in my shaking hands. 

"Place your heart...in the chest." She poked my bosom lightly. I stared at the knife. It looked...painful. I already experienced plenty of pain in my life. What's one more? 

I grabbed my shirt, and sliced it, not caring how I looked. I swallowed the saliva that had built up in my throat, and took a death breath. 

I plunged the knife into me. 

A/N

BAM. Hopefully the writing is better from Chimera. It's been a while since I tried first person again. I hope the story was enjoyable. I decided to turn the snippet into a story. Time to go and rewatch all of the movies with Davy Jones in them. POTC was my childhood. 

I wonder what ratings he would be classified as. Brute, thinker, mover and possibly trump I think.b