Do you fear Death? (Worm/Pirates of the Caribbean)

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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
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.
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