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lieutenantselnia · 8 months

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Davy Jones' Origin

Some time ago I’ve started to wonder if Davy Jones possibly spoke Scottish Gaelic besides English, or if it could even be his actual first language. Although he is never shown speaking it or having a particular connection to his homeland besides speaking with a Scottish accent, I think it would make sense, given Scotland’s history before and during the 18th century. Therefore, I thought this could be an interesting topic to examine. Mind you that I’m not a historian, and not an expert on those topics, I merely love exploring and extending the backstory of one of my favourite characters.

Spoiler: I don’t even get to discuss the initial topic itself in this text, this serves more as a setup where I try to sort my countless thoughts that I have about Davy. I plan to talk about it in another text some time in the future though.

Before looking at the language topic, I think it makes sense to look at Davy’s general background. His origins and his life before he fell in love with Calypso are largely unknown. It can only be estimated for how long he has roamed the seas ever since, but I think it is safe to assume that it has been multiple decades at least, though more likely centuries already.

The official wiki states that he and Calypso met and fell in love at an unknown date – and under unknown circumstances – between 1600 and 1660. It is not known for how long their relationship lasted before Calypso made him captain of the Flying Dutchman and put him in charge of ferrying souls to the afterlife. It could have been mere weeks, but also months or even years. In case of the latter, they probably saw each other on a semi-regular basis, as Davy would visit her during his voyages. All in all, it leaves a lot of room for interpretation (and fanfictions).

However, it is known that as Davy felt betrayed by Calypso when she didn’t show up to meet him, after he had fulfilled his duty loyally for ten years, he convinced the newly formed Brethren Court to bind her in human form. For some reason, the German PotC wiki states that the First Brethren Court convened presumably around 1640. Although there are no sources cited to back up this claim, there is no explicit contradiction to be found either. Assuming it is true – after all, it would be within the given timeframe – , Davy would have taken up his duty around the year 1630. By the time the movies take place, he would therefore have captained the Dutchman for around 100 years.

In a few instances of the official wiki, Davy is described as a “young sailor” when he meets Calypso. In other instances, no indication on his age is given. “Young” could supposedly mean he was in his 20s or 30s, which would therefore set his birth date around 1600.

On the other hand, he already looks significantly older when Calypso reveals his human form (the actor Bill Nighy was in his late 50s at the time the movies were produced). Of course he could simply have aged, however – though this is just my personal opinion – I like to think that he was already on the more mature side when he became cursed – possibly somewhere between the age of 40 and 60 – and that the curse either stops or at least alters the natural aging process of any person affected.

There is barely any specific canon information on this, but as shown in the movies, both Davy and the rest of the crew have maintained excellent physical strength and agility (in fact, it’s even enhanced compared to regular humans). This makes me assume that the curse either just stops their aging process and they stay at the same level of physical fitness that they had when they first fell under the curse, or that their transformation into sea creatures somehow slows down or alters the process, for example by balancing out their age-related physical decay by adopting more and more features from animals or other marine life.

Assuming he was already a middle-aged man, possibly around age 50, Davy would have been born in the late 1500s. On a personal note, I could also imagine that the story as a whole took place even earlier, and that Davy could have been born anytime during the 1500s or even the late 1400s. As the whole story around Davy Jones and Calypso is held very vaguely and even treated as a legend, there aren’t many concrete contradictions. However, as the First Brethren Court and Calypso’s capture are said to herald the start of the Golden Age of Piracy – which historically took place roughly between 1650 and 1730 – , it makes sense for those events to take place at a later date to connect everything (somewhat) logically.

To conclude this little examination and sum up the numbers: Davy Jones was presumably born in the second half of the 16th century. He and Calypso met before or around the year 1630, and around another ten years later, after their mutual betrayal and Davy abandoning his duty as a result, the curse started to take effect. Up until the events of Dead Man’s Chest, he has already captained the Flying Dutchman for almost a century, and reached an age of about 150 years – although due to the curse, this number doesn’t have a particular meaning in relation to his health or physical condition.

Of course, in the end this all is just my interpretation based on the rather sparse information that the official canon gives us. But it was certainly fun to finally bring some of my countless thoughts about Davy onto paper (trust me, there are a lot of those whirring around in my mind, but it’s not always easy to get hold of them). I haven’t even touched on the topic I actually wanted to talk about – that being Davy Jones’ relation to the Gaelic language and his homeland Scotland, but I really hope to do so in another essay.

Sources: https://pirates.fandom.com/wiki/Timeline_of_Pirates_of_the_Caribbean_series https://fluch-der-karibik.fandom.com/wiki/Zeitlinie_Fluch_der_Karibik

#alternative title: a 1000 word essay on why Davy is an Old Man™️#I started writing this in August and just remembered it again now #I'm actually supposed to start writing my bachelor thesis but this is more fun ngl #I actually could've talked more about the effects of the curse and Davy's crew #but I was already getting carried away from the initial topic so I had to stop myself #davy jones #davy jones potc #bill nighy #potc #pirates of the caribbean #dead man's chest #at world's end #headcanons #writing #selniaswriting #f/o: 🐙

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childotkw · 1 year

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Rumour has it you have got a Potc plot bunny in the works?

Oh dear, is it going to breach discord containment? 😂

But yeah I do! And it’s been haunting my mind every day lmao - I’m so quietly obsessed with the idea and getting my grubby hands all over the characters.

Context for non-discord people:

I wanna write a female!Jack story.

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Jacqueline Teague was born in the middle of a typhoon aboard the Misty Lady, and she knew the rocking of a ship in the wild sea long before the steady feel of land under her feet - and it showed.

(Miles and miles away, deep in the swamps of Cuba, surrounded by trinkets and humid air and the bitter tang of memories, a bound goddess tilted her head back and hummed, thoughtful and amused and satiated.)

Little Jack was as wild as the waves and free as a bird, and even from a young age Edward looked at his daughter and knew she was going to shake the world.

And she did. Oh, she did.

But the world was a cruel place and it left its mark on Jack just as deeply as she did it.

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Other elements include:

Jack not acknowledging that she’s the daughter of Edward fucking Teague for the longest time, so her lineage is only really known by the older generation of pirates, and when it comes out that she basically the equivalent of pirate royalty Will and Elizabeth and Barbossa and the rest are blown away

We'll explore Jack’s relationship with Tia Dalma, how long they've known each other, and heavily imply that Jack is 'god-touched' because Calypso likes her

So much symbolism with Jack's hair. All the symbolism.

Jack and the Pearl and the connection there

And exploring these core relationships and how they shaped Jack:

Salazar and the whole significance of him giving Jack her new name, and so feeling some kind of inherent claim on Jack because there is power in that - and there being an undeniable connection between them that was forged on the day she tricked and killed him

Barbossa and the betrayal and all the bitterness between them, and him slowly realising that while the Pearl was still the fastest, deadliest vessel on the water; she would always be faster, deadlier with Jack’s hands on her wheel. Seeing Jack again after ten years is the closest he comes to feeling anything since they parted - since he parted them, turning on his young, bright, brilliant captain. And Barbossa hating that he itches every time she calls him 'Barbossa' instead of 'Hector'

Beckett and his fucked up possessiveness over Jack, because he met her when she was young and brilliant and just making a name for herself and she was so wild, so different from any woman he'd ever met, and the impression stuck. In another world, they might have even loved each other, but he wanted the one thing Jack refused to surrender - her freedom

Davy Jones knowing the second they pull this sodden, grief and rage-filled girl from the water that she’s marked, and he can practically taste Calypso’s hands on her sun-tanned skin; and while a part of him snarls at it another part of him wants to take something else from his old lover, even if it’s a Favoured slip of a girl. He makes the deal thinking he’ll get the best damn helmsman on the sea at the end of it - even though it feels like the very winds are laughing at him for thinking he might be the one to chain another wilful woman from her nature

Elizabeth still being in love with the idea of Jack, because here is a woman that spits in the face of everything society tries to tell them to be - and a part of her wants with a soul-deep ache

And Will also being somewhat entranced by Jack, just like he is in canon, because there's something undeniably other about her and as someone who longs for adventure, he can't help but want to press closer.

I've got so many fucking ideas for this - the discord chat is full of little snippets and ramblings 🤣🤣

#petronilla03 #PotC #jack sparrow #embrace the wild (face your fears)#female jack sparrow

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elventhief · 1 year

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Some thoughts on POTC lore, especially for DMTNT

I know that the answer to a lot of my questions are 'it looked cool on camera' and the inconsistences is 'because they rewrote the script several times' but I'm in the middle of writing a fic and I decided to try and make some sense of this messy lore. It's a bit long so its under the cut.

Starting with the gods a bit:

Poseidon:

I think he's dead, from what, we don't know. It seems aside from Calypso that the gods and god-like creatures that once roamed the earth have mostly withdrawn, likely either dead or retreating to realm/realms of their own. (with the 100% confirmation of multiple Greek gods, likely Olympus/the Underworld/etc) With Poseidon dead, Calypso fills the vacuum of looking after the seas until she is bound by the first Brethern court, as she has clearly stuck around and it is said that she and Poseidon are of a similar level in power. Before he died, he created Black Rock Isle, creating the Map No Man Can Read.

Hades:

I think he just vibes in the Underworld, leaving the Locker to whoever is in charge of the Dutchman, and can't be bothered to care much what goes on in the world anymore. He created the Triangle and Curse to protect Black Rock Isle, what I like to think is the last sort of 'godly' thing Poseidon did/made before dying. This is why Hades put his tomb off the coast of the island, that and its very small and remote nature, he knew it would be difficult to find.

Davy Jones and the Dutchman:

The latest iteration of part of the natural order of the sea, bound to an eternal, ever changing vessel that it, in itself, is slightly godlike in its ability to move to and from the Locker. The Locker itself is a part of the Underworld, a special purgatory for those that are not allowed to actually pass on when they die at sea. Jones' curse did not exist before his and Calypso's relationship and breakup, so whoever was on the previous version of the Dutchman was not bound by that rule but understood that they could not ever shirk their duties, and I think Calypso would pick a decent newly dead captain to be the new captain of the Dutchman, and continue the natural order of things. I think of the Dutchman a bit like Charon and his ferry from Greek Mythology.

Note: When I say that the Dutchman changes with the times, I mean that it physically changes. During POTC it looks like a older, sort of late 1600s ship (I know next to nothing about ships, I just noticed that when looking at images) but if we think about as a force of nature, if we jump forward in time, the Dutchman would look like a steam ship at the end/beginning of the 19th/20th century respectively. Today it might look like a fishing vessel, a shipping boat, hell, maybe even a submarine or something, the crew reflecting this change in time.

On the Curse, Triangle, and Trident:

The Triangle:

Once humans started to sail the Caribbean, and started to drift ever so much closer and closer to the island and his brother's tomb, Hades created the curse and the Triangle to house it, (I'm going out on a limb here since we have NO any real 'exact' locations of things other than "the Triangle is in the west of the Windward Isles in the Lesser Antilles." And that Black Rock Isle is just in the Caribbean Sea.) as a sort of wall and gate to deter someone from accidently sailing towards Black Rock Isle. With this in mind, the Triangle is a newer addition to the world, only a few hundred years old at the most when Salazar, The Mary and the crew end up in there in the first decade of the 18th century.

The Curse:

Is likely picky about who it wants to curse, needing something and someone filled with enough murderous intent, rage, or a healthy dose of both for it to curse them. Salazar and his crew aren't the first to be cursed by the Triangle, I would say they are the second. I say second because we know that that chunk of ruby had to make it off the island someway, and my theory/idea supports just the one time the island had been visited by mere mortals before Carina leads them to Black Rock Isle.

The first was a group, likely similar to Salazar and co from, I'm going to say around the early-mid 1500s. They stood there in their hellish purgatory, doing what Salazar did, killing all but one as a warning, creating the legend of the Triangle, and keeping people far away from Black Rock Isle and the tomb. The old cursed ones were destroyed when someone did manage to find the Isle, the Triangle sinking to release them, and they go to protect the island, compelled by the curse to do so. This was not Galileo, as he was not actually able to find the island before his death, but it was by someone else, who managed to get a chunk of a ruby off without dying. (somehow this chunk ends up in Galileo's possession though.) How do they find the island? Maybe they have Jack's compass. Galileo died mid 1600s, so there's at the very least a fifty year gap between Morgan giving Jack the compass and Galileo's death. Since I'm pretty sure we don't know when Morgan got the compass, it's super plausible. (Though, I personally really like the apparent earlier iteration of DMTNT where Jack stole the compass from Salazar, as there is a set photo of an uncursed Salazar holding the compass, either in the middle of shooting a scene or between takes.) They leave, realizing that they can't take anything, (the novelization of DMTNT have a couple of Barbossa's crew on the island, they try to take some gems, and the island swallows them} probably quite a few dead on this crew's side from the cursed men, and sail off. The curse reacts to this, and Hades brings the Triangle back up, and 'resets' the trap, killing the old cursed men since they cannot be outside the Triangle while it stands. Salazar and the crew are just unlucky enough to be the first ones that has what the Triangle needs to curse them when they are tricked into sailing in.

The Trident:

Calypso helps the ancestors of three mermaids in the novel Poseidon's Peak, Morveren, Aquala, and Aquila, steal the gems that Poseidon used in the creation of his weapon. These gems gave him control over the mermaids, the colors corresponding with their tails. The blue tailed mermaids are immune since Calypso gave them a special box to hide them away with. Those same three ancestors steal the Trident away, taking it and using it to rule over all the other mermaids. (Maybe the lack of his weapon allowed him to be weak enough to be be killed?) The Trident is hidden in a place called Poseidon's Peak, where great treasure has been acquired by the blue tailed mermaids. A thousand years pass, and the blue tails realize there is unrest and resistance to their rule, and give the Trident to a human for safekeeping, Captain Torrents. They had a bargain to share control over the sea, but he ran off with it. He commanded the merfolk to leave their island, Isla Sirena, and pillage the seas for him. The blue tails then ask a young preteen Jack to help them recover it. He does, using the power of the Trident to free all the merfolk, and give the Trident to the merman Tonra for safekeeping. I believe that Hades had Tonra place the Trident in the tomb, as he already had security measures in place to protect Black Rock Isle and the tomb. So there it sat, waiting for Henry to come break it. Those present for Jack's short time with the Trident likely spreading the rumor whether on accident or on purpose, claim it is lost now. Legends grow and change through years and word of mouth, and logically, if it was lost, where would it be but in Poseidon's tomb?

Note: 99% of any info not directly in the movies come from the wiki. I haven't read any of the extended media, nor played any games but i think the kinda bad At World's End pc game when I was a child. So if anything is super wrong, that is where I got my info from.

Feel free to add anything! I've been thinking about how to compile and figure out how to connect lore that very clearly wasn't,,,,, really supposed to connect in a very cohesive, linear way. And fic writers, feel free to use any of this! I'd love to see how y'all fit this into your own stories so feel free to tag me!

#potc #pirates of the caribbean dead men tell no tales #pirates of the caribbean #lore #theories #lore theories #dead men tell no tales #armando salazar #jack sparrow

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mostlikelytobeagainstcapitalism · 1 year

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Just ended another potc marathon (yesterday, but time is relative) and an old post about elizabeth came to my mind. Now, I don't remember the exact words or who the op was, but it was like something about how elizabeth somehow is a death omen: every man she kisses, not so much later die.

And while this is of course true, I feel that this isn't all of it. Because then will would've been death long before the third movie, so I'd like to reformulate.

A kiss from elizabeth is deadly, but only when it's forced. We see Sao Feng literally throwing himself at her, even when she opposed resistance, and so he died shortly after. We also watch Jamie Norrington kiss her goodbye once he was sure to never see her again; while this is an extremely bitter moment, elizabeth wasn't aware that a kiss would follow his words, nor was she willingly hoping for a kiss. So in a way, that was a forced kiss, and so Jamie was stabbed seconds after.

While we know that both jack and will died, they came back, in a way or another. And that's because their kisses were elizabeth's will, either for love or survival. And so it was that very will that made them come back:

it is only when will sees elizabeth's grief following jack's death, that he states he's ready to do anything to bring him back; tia dalma then proposes her plan, and everyone's agreement follows.

and it is only when jack sees the desperation in elizabeth's scream and tears, while she sits by will's just-stabbed corpse, that he realises what really matter and decides to offer will a chance of survival and refuse his way for immortalty.

Something so feminine as feelings and emotions turns into the greatest strength of elizabeth. Because tia dalma might have been calypso- the goddess of the sea- but elizabeth is its will. And so, she became the will of death herself.

#elizabeth swann #james norrington #will turner #jack sparrow #sao feng #potc #pirates of the carribean #𝙠𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙠𝙨 ⋆⁺₊⋆𝓅ℴ𝓉𝒸

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wr1t3w1tm3 · 5 months

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PotC 5/Modern/Will out of Water AU.

Characters: Will Turner, Calypso, Original Female Character

SFW. Like, completely. Just some curses.

Authors note: I broke a couple rules I think, but I don't care, this is my AU.

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As the centuries melt together, Captain William Turner of the Flying Dutchman finds himself further inland and farther downstream than he could’ve ever imagined. A multitude of maritime disasters fling him from one corner of the world to the other. The Dutchman serves through wars, accidents, and genocides. As the 18th century spills over, the load only increases. Of course, one would expect that as more men's souls were brought into the world, he would be required to guide an equal portion more from it. Except the sea and all her tributaries have never been truly tame. It seems just as men grow complacent with the waters; he is forced to compensate for their malignity.

The strain nearly ends him. While Elizabeth had been alive, it hadn't been pleasant. But back then, he had a rock, a lighthouse to guide him and remind him what might happen if he forsook such a sacred duty. Even when she passed - to sudden for her to make arrangements to join his crew - he’d had Henry, their son. Henry married a young astronomer named Carina, the daughter of the captain who wed the Captain and the King. Henry had waited, watching dutifully and bringing his children. Then once, he supposes around his 12th land fall, he arrives to find the lodgings of his relations ransacked and in a shoddy state of disrepair, unlived in for some time. There is nothing to indicate where they went. All that he can conjecture from the men he brings aboard and what he knows of recent history is perhaps, he prays perhaps, they faced an uprising and fled. Though whether that be the fledgling America, the southern colonies or bloody England he’s sure he’ll never know.

It almost breaks him, but the images of Jones, his cruelty and the cool steel of the sword that hangs from his hip is just enough to keep him on course.

It is then he begins finding himself in freshwater. Sometimes up river. It happens most often on the Thames in England, the Saint Lawrence in the northern colonies, the Amazon to the south and the American Mississippi. The 19th century bleeds into the 20th, and soon he has a new death chamber with which to contend: the aeroplane.

In that century alone he sails through wars, plane crashes, mass suicides in the East and submarines in the West. Mortal men seem to have contented themselves with finding every manner of deadly metal tube and loading themselves into it for travel. He has never seen the oceans so red with blood. Some nights, in the diming lights and the suns wavering rays, the sea seems to dye itself purple. The quantity nearly pushes him over once again, but all of a sudden, in what he thinks is the last decades of that century, the occurrences requiring his presence drop drastically, though the sheer number of souls he ferries from each local increases exponentially. Now he more often than naught finds himself sailing through a valley of broken stragglers, immigrants and refugees fleeing from the latest conflict at the hands of angry men.

Fewer and fewer sailors pass at sea. Fewer and fewer join his crew, and he is slowly beginning to lose his battle with his duties. It becomes a matter not of if, but rather when he will. Until one particular morning, on which he awakes in the Dutchman’s captain’s quarters, and all is quiet. It is his first clue as to something amiss, but he is grateful for the calm this once. It is hardly ever calm aboard the Dutchman.

He takes to the deck, finding the wheel to determine a heading. It seems already determined for him this day, as the Dutchman has surfaced up a river. In fact, he squints to make out the dots in the distance, he’s far up a river, near what seems to be an inhabited city.

That’s not something he sees everyday. It’s his third strike. He scans the deck, the bow, the crows nest. Theres nary a soul aboard except his own.

“William Turna’”. He near scowls, but turns to his guest. She is not near how he remembers her last. While her clothes are similar, a mix of tropical prints, naturally woven bits and a fur of some kind: and her countenance has not changed, her form most certainly has. It is not flesh and bone that stands before him, but rather water in the form of this woman from many lifetimes ago.

“Calypso,” he says, his voice gruff from disuse. An urge arises to bow, he ignores it. “What is the nature of this… visit?”

Her voice warbles with the waters flow. “T’ere’s been an unfo’seen development in ‘da ways of t’is wo’ld Captain Turna’.” She steps forward, and he slides back. The wheel is in his back. “Da te’ms of yous agreemen’ ‘board da Dutchman are changin’.”

Will’s stomach drops. “What has changed?”

He wants to beg, ask what he’s done. Surely, there hasn’t been anything? He’s faithfully fulfilled his duties over all these centuries. And had he not, the sea would’ve already claimed him.

A cool wind arises, pushing his hair across the nape of his neck. A spray is forced from Calypso’s countenance, only to disappear as soon as it’s caught his eye. “T’ings are changin’ in da wo’ld of da gods, William Turna’. You mo’tals was not built to bear no divine load.”

Anticipation rises in his chest. Had he a heart, he’s sure it would’ve begun to race. It must be racin’, in that blasted metal box he’s since lost track of. Calypso continues, enigmatic and cool “Fa now, the Dutchman’s ta’ remain docked ‘ere. Ya crew’s off ta fiddla’s green or da locka’, judgement dependin’. You, William Turna’, will be allowed ta shore from dawn’s fi’st ligh’ to dusks final gleam. Only in the da’k must ya remain ‘board dis vessel. Every moment da light touches is yours, not jus da one day.”

He’s… he’s stunned. And thrilled! Suddenly he’s been given the opportunity of his lifetime, to visit land more often than once a decade! Of course, the first blasted thing out of his mouth is “And what of the souls I’m supposed to lead? What should become of them?”

“Anoda’ ferry man’ll serve in ya stead.” Calypso’s voice is stern. Perhaps not angry but reaching that cusp none the less. They pause a moment, and he listens. To the birdsongs in the woods against the rivers shore, a faint sound of chugging that must be some new-fangled thing he’s heard of yet never seen. The water of the river rushes along, but the water makin’ up Calypso’s countenance only rustles, barely moving.

“But what should I do? I know no living souls…” what of my heart?

Calypso’s voice rises. She cuts him off.. “Yous not been brought ‘ere fur no reason, William Turna’! One of yur’ heirs is close, and to dem you might go! Tea conditions of yous ‘ternal life remain, you’ll not want for food nor drink nor sleep though they be available to ya’!”

The water of Calypso has grown cloudy, swirling as he’s no doubt raised her ire. Not a swell idea, lad he scolds himself. The form before him flows apart, seeming ‘bout to return to its source. “How will I know that this reprieve has ended?!”

Of course he had to ask. This time, she practically screams “Yous will know when ya know, Turna!” and with a sudden splash, she’s gone. Water slaps against it’s source below his deck, and when he turns to face his port there is a gang plank, extended to the shoreline.

Something in him jumps, though surely not his heart. Clad in warm weather wear, Will hastens to his cabin to change into something more suitable. His boots clump against the wooden beams as he finds a shirt and a coat, as it was rather cool that morning. He sets his sword at his hip, and with care to tie the knot of his bandana tightly, he looks himself over once in the mirror - maroon does look quite nice on him, as Elizabeth had pointed out so many centuries ago - and to the gang plank he’s off.

It’s an odd thing, really. The gang plank had mostly been for his men, to return to shore when the need arose. He’d only used it a few times, when the ropes would not suffice to board a doomed vessel or for the brief day he’d spent on some criminal island a few decades after loosing track of Henry. He’d rarely left the Dutchman since then. As such, he’d never seen anything such as he had now. He slunk down the gang plank, careful of a few raised bars, and set his boots upon dry land for the first time in at least a century.

Even with his more recent escapades into freshwater, Will has never had the luxury of observing the rivers surroundings with much scrutiny. Here, one shore lines the river with a dense forest. The trees are tall though scraggly, their leaves aflame in orange, red, and yellow. A green few are still visible, and the grass beneath his boots remains green as well. On the opposite shore - off his port - is a flat expanse near far as the eye can see, covered in drying fields of some crop he cannot identify. And just as the horizon fades, huge hills, near mountains, jut up from nowhere, dense with much the same foliage as on the shore he walks.

There are birds that he hears on occasion, but it seems his foot falls have scared most of the wildlife from ear shot. He thinks to himself that it’s not my fault there’s so many twigs to snap along this trail. He follows it up from the shore, up a steep hill and to a narrow, more traveled path that winds towards a clearing.

This clearing turns out to be some sort of graveyard, over which watches a large stone cross. Will stops at the edge of the clearing, a moment of silence for those who’re interned there. It’s an odd thing to see now, after so long at sea where there are no graveyards. And if he remembers correctly, there are rarely graveyards this close to the shore. However, as he glances behind and notices the drop off, both the grave yards placement and also the fence at the edge of the little cliff make much more sense.

A light gray path winds true past the small graveyard and towards the back of some grand building. Will follows the path, and finds his footsteps fall heavier, as the path feels not unlike the cobble roads they’d had in Port Royal all those centuries ago. Then again, they did not look much the same. And times have changed, he reminds himself. Surely most things have changed.

When he turns the sharp corner with the path, he takes pause under the yellowing branches of a weeping willow, in awe of the great church that stands tall on the bluff. It was assuredly much taller than the Dutchman’s tallest mast, not accounting for the several much taller spires that broached from its roof. He stands in awe for some unknown amount of time, before a sound he can only describe as crunching draws his attention further down the path, to where it winds between this grand church and some run down and weathered hut, its boards grayed with age. Between the two, though much farther back, rises a large building, it’s walls inset with windows four high, made of a red material Will thinks is brick, and some of the same yellowish stone that the church must also be made of. Beyond the path is a large pool of a black material, which is occupied by a few strange looking carriages, mostly of white and red. Cars, he reminds himself. He’d seen a few of them along the ocean floor in the last century.

There along this black mass is a small hill, which runs straight into a larger hill, on which there seems to be a trodden path. He can just make out around this hill and between what appears to be a fenced sports court is another, longer building. As he moves towards the path, he spots more buildings, most of them the same red brick and yellowed stone, connected by these same gray paths.

As he crests the first hill, he finds it to be some sort of dike, built perhaps when there was more water in the area. Atop the second hill he finds another gated complex, with a wall of red, silver, and gray seats overlooking a green, lined field surrounded by a red path. He goes further up the hill, towards another flat, black section lined with yellow. This one seems to be connected to a few gray paths that run to several of the other building’s he’s noticed, crisscrossing a green, leaf littered campus that appears rather vacant.

He steps into the black lot, where a few more cars have been left. Something like humming drifts towards him, coming closer until around the corner of the long building appears a sandy gold car.

Will is taken aback by how quiet it is. Even the Dutchman, in tip top shape, had creaked and groaned with the wind in her sails, and the floor often moaned when paced. This thing is much, much smaller, and as it grows closer it grows only a bit louder. It truly is a marvel what man has come up with in his absence.

The car begins to slow, then comes to a stop just a few feet before him. The driver - who he can now positively identify as a young woman - looks… bewildered. Spectacles frame her eyes, and her hair is a deep brown, nearly black. Something clinks and the car hums again, this time moving backwards as it’s captain twists to watch over her shoulder.

Will is dumbstruck. Her eyes… he swears they were Elizabeth’s, the very same. Perhaps… he doesn’t want to get his hopes high… but perhaps she is the descendent Calypso had spoken of.

He steps into the grass to his port, striding through the dew towards the girl and her car. It makes a sound like a horn as she leaves it. Will picks up his pace. The girl is halfway to the building, walking along another gray path when he calls to her.

“Miss! Wait!”

She looks to him, her face pale, and she pauses. Will begins to slow, noticing how her feet shift, and he tries to catch her eyes but they are half closed in fear. Her fist clenches around something purple and triangular, and she sprints down the path.

“Wait! Please!” He calls after her, and he's off in pursuit. His sword clatters against his thigh. Something on her jingles, and it grows a little louder as he gains ground.

Unfortunately for him, this girl knows the place. She sprints straight through an enclave in the building. Then across the green, past what appears to be two courts made of sand, spanned by a net about twice as tall as himself. He dodges around the edge as she did, but she isn’t looking back. She’s hurrying forward, breathing hard. He’s breathing hard. He hasn’t had to run for anything really since… it must’ve been at least a few decades. As they run, they cut across several more gray paths, and for a second the crunch of grass gives way to loud, dull foot falls before they fly over grass once more. Only once they’ve started down another smaller hill does he realize how far she’s brought him. He’s been running for at least a couple of minutes, and looming before them is a building, with five sets of windows running up its height, separated from them by some black road made of the same material as the lot he had started after her in.

He stomps across the hard surface, and jumps over the yellow raised edge onto another gray path. The girl has reached what appears to be a door, and holds something black with yellow spots against the wall next to it. It emits a sharp squeal and clicks, and the girl throws the door open.

She glances at him, her face seizes when she realizes he’s followed her all this way and isn’t stopping and she sprints inside.

“Wait!” Will is forced to slow and grab the door as it’s nearly closed. Once inside he hears someone thunder up a set of stairs across the room. He launches himself up, taking them two at a time. They’re solid wood and turn once, 180 degrees. He uses the handy railing to keep himself from slamming into the stone wall. At the top are two doors, one on his starboard which leads outside and one into a hallway at his port. He chooses the port one, forcing himself past a young blonde woman who barely reaches his shoulders.

The girl slips behind a sort of pillar, and he sprints towards it. There, however, he is greeted with a loud slam as a solid wood door is slammed in his face, nearly impacting it.

He gets his arms up in time to keep his face from taking any damage. The girl inside screams, and he suddenly realizes why she might’ve run. “I… I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you.” He steps back, heaving in the musky, humid air.

“Leave right the fuck now or I’m calling the cops!”

He doesn’t know what the cops are, but that surely can’t be good. “No! Please! Just let me explain!”

“I’m calling them!” She practically sings her shout.

“Please! Wait!” He slams his fist into the door, and a muffled ‘Jesus’ slips under the door. He seethes, shouting: “My name is William Turner! I believe - though somewhat distantly - we are related!”

“Yeah right, bitch ass!” The door rattles a bit as she continues, “I’m lookin’ at’cha, and you ain’t look nothin’ like nun’a my relatives.”

“Please, I promise I can explain! Just… come out! Look me in the eye. You’ll see it, I know.”

“Fuck that, you’re packin’ heat man! Even I ain’t that stupid!”

She must be related, judging solely from her abilities to curse worse than even the saltiest sailors Will had known in all his centuries. He glances at the handle, which hangs limp over a keyhole. A lock. A lock he can pick.

From his hair, Will withdraws a thin, silver pin. The tension against his skull lessens when he does, and he inserts the pin into the lock, making quick work of it. The door swings into the room and he burst in. The girl screams. Will swings around, slams the door, then swings back to her. She’s frozen against a thin sliver of a wall separating two open doors, each of which leads into another room.

She starts towards the farther of the two, only to stop as Will’s sword slides from its scabbard. He practically has it in her back. Her hands are half raised, level about with her shoulders, which she hunches in.

Her voice wavers. “Don’t… don’t kill me, please.”

Will snorts, pulling the sword away from her back. “And why would I do such a thing?”

She doesn’t even pause, “Because you’re a maniac cosplaying as a pirate and running around with a sword and telling people you’re related to them when you aren’t.”

He stops, and for the first time since he’s lain eyes on her, Will takes a proper look at just what she’s been wearing. Trousers, gray trousers with miniscule vertical lines running the length of them. Her shoes are black and appear to be made of something between leather and cloth. They are laced with dirty white laces and set upon dirty white soles. Her top is a gray sweater, perhaps the only item of clothing he can recognize from memory. Comparing that to his own garb… and he begins to realize another reason she might have chosen to run from him when he first approached.

“I…” he swallows, sliding his sword back into its scabbard. “I wish to apologize for my… rashness.”

The girl doesn’t move, nor does she speak, so Will takes a step closer and continues. “However, if you would allow me merely a moment to explain our relation…”

She groans. “Dude! We are not related!”

He flails for something, anything. “But you have her eyes!”

“Whose eyes!?!”

“Elizabeth’s.” He says softly.

The girl turns to him, brows furrowed, and her lips pulled into a half frown. “Who the hell is Elizabeth?”

Will shuts his eyes, the memories flooding back. He’s plenty of them from their late childhood and adolescence, even their early adulthood, but from there they grow in increments of ten, and she is rarely the same in each successive image. But her eyes… the same brown that shifted hazel in the sun and near muddy in the dark. The girl has her eyes.

“My… my wife.”

The girl cocks a brow, leaning against the wall with her arms crossed over her chest. “Dude, you can’t be any older than I am. There’s no way we’re related, even if it’s through your wife or whoever.”

A thread of panic swims across the scar in his chest. The scar where his heart should be, that was carved out when he became the captain…

That’s it! “I… I haven’t a heart.”

The girl looks disgusted. “And that’s relevant to this conversation how?”

Will swallows. It’s a crazy, bull-headed plan, but it could work. “I… I have no heart.” He repeats, a smile beginning to creep across his lips. “If I had no heart, I wouldn’t be standing before you, correct?”

“Right…?” She shrugs. “I mean, you look a little young for a pacemaker, but okay.”

Will has no idea what she’s talking about, so he continues, “And what if I told you that it had been carved out when I stabbed the heart of the previous captain of my ship, which is anchored in the river just over this bluff? That bound by its curse I was immortal, and had been sailing the seas, guiding lost souls to the Locker and Fiddler’s Green since the eve of my wedding?” Her lips curl into a snarl, “And that same heart lies in another chest, which I have not been able to find in the two centuries since it’s loss.”

“I’d say you’re fuckin’ crazy, yur talkin’ crazy, an’ I’m callin’ the cops.” She straightens, backing towards the open door just behind her.

“Listen to my heart!” The girl stops, cowering. He’d allowed his desperation to overtake him, dammit, but he needed her to believe him. “And if you don’t find one within my breast, then you will know that I am telling the truth.” She cocks a brow again, and Will realizes he must concede something on the off-chance Calypso has returned his cursed heart to his chest (though thus far all evidence has pointed to the contrary). “And if you should find it’s beat, you may call these cops.”

“Fine,” she steps into the room and shuts the door. A burst of air pushes past him, rusting his hair. Will returns the pin he’d used to pick the lock to his bandana, and the girl emerges as he brings his hands to his side. She comes bearing a box, which she sets on a sort of tabletop Will had not noticed, nestled ‘tween two walls. It is blue and surrounds a water basin over which some sort of spout sits. The girl lifts the top from the box, and setting it aside, draws out a long cord, with two prongs on one end and a single, circular something on the other.

“What is that?” he asks. The girl sets it around her neck and steps towards him.

“A stethoscope. To listen to your heart.” Will now cocks a brow. “What, I'm prenursing, I'm gonna need it eventually.” She takes it from her neck, sticking the two prongs into her ears, and slides the wider of the two circular sides down her shirt. She frowns, pulls it out, turns it so that the shorter side faces her, and tries again. After a moment, her face unscrunches, and she steps towards Will. “Open your shirt.”

Will opens his coat, revealing his shirt, of which the ties are undone. His scar is partially visible, and the girl cocks her brow again. If all she’s going to do is a cock a brow at anything that even remotely piques her interest, she is going to be very hard to read. “You cool if I touch you?”

“Yes, of course,” Will mutters, taken aback. He glances around the room, then back to her. Carefully, she sets the smaller circular head against his chest, right along his scar, near the bottom of his sternum.

Her eyes go wide, and her mouth pops open a bit. She pulls the thing back and flips it once again. “Come on,” she sets it against his chest, but her eyes grow only wider. “No. That’s impossible.”

Will smirks, setting his hands on his hips. “There is no heartbeat, is there?”

“Mother fucker...” She taps the part of the thing she’d held against his chest, and instantly her face curls in pain. She pulls the prongs from her ear and sets it back on the counter. “You… you have to have a heartbeat; you’d be dead otherwise.”

“But I don’t, do I?” Will lets it sink in, and the girl’s eyebrows furrow. “Q.E.D, what I’ve just told you must be true.”

“Thats scientifically impossible.” She mutters.

Will groans through a smile. “You sound like Carina.”

“Who’s Carina?”

Will takes a breath. The simplest way to describe Carina? What would that be? “She is… my son’s wife. Another very distant relative of yours.”

“This makes even less sense,” she leans against the other wall, though she’s careful to keep her legs from touching what appears to be a white waste basket below her. “I must’ve crashed on the highway or some shit.”

“If you would allow me to explain, I believe I could begin to clear things up.” Will offers a hand to shake. “Do we have an accord?”

The girl starts to offer her hand, but stops, eyeing his hip. “Leave the sword here, and we talk in a public place. Then we have a deal.”

“Agreed.” Will shakes her hand, and as soon as it’s free begins removing his weapons belt. “Now, where should we continue this conversation, miss…”

“Mary Jones. There’s a coffee shop on campus that’s open today, and I’ve got dining dollars to burn.”

“Then I’ll follow you, Ms. Jones.”

“First, give me the sword,” she opens her hands rather expectantly. Will surrenders the scabbard, the girl grabs her stethoscope box, and enters the room she’d retrieved it from. “I can’t have a knife with a blade longer than three inches in here, so this is definitely gonna get me fined, and I’m too broke to afford it.” She sets the stethoscope box on a desk then climbs to the top of two bunk beds as she continues “Second, if my roommates find this, I’m fucked.”

She slides it beneath a mass of blankets and coats fit for the Queen of England, then crawling across the bed, drops to the window ledge on the outer wall, and jumps from that to the ground with a loud thump.

The bunk bed jimmies just a bit. Mary squeezes past Will, calling over her shoulder “Come on, you were the one who wanted to talk,” she stops in the doorway, hand resting on the knob “and loose the bandanna.”

“Well, I rather like it.”

“Loose it, or no talkie”.

Will concedes, untying the cloth which holds back his hair. It tumbles to his shoulders, and he slips the folded cloth and his silver hair pin into the breast pocket of his coat. “Better?”

“Yeees,” Mary opens the door. “After you.”

“No, after you.”

A slight smile piques her lips “Gallant. Don't see that much anymore.”

She still insists he exit before her, though she thanks him for the hospitality as they walk.

#pirates of the caribbean #pirates of the caribbean au #at worlds end #dead men tell no tales #dead men tell no tales au #will turner #the flying dutchman #calypso #original female character #will turners very distant relative #davy jones curse #curse conditions #change in curse conditions #Will out of Water AU #I really like that one #enjoy #elizabeth turner #mentioned

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the-doctor-3000 · 2 years

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My Heart Will Always Belong To You

Warning: maybe some ooc, possibly cheesy, potc theme, curse

A/n: I go inspired by Pirates of The Caribbean so this is going to be interesting (aka a total disaster).

Ship: Davy Jones!Tamlin x Calypso!Reader

Type: POTC AU

Summary: When the High Lord of the Spring Court decides to sail on the sea, he falls in love with one of the daughters of the sea.

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The salty waters were gently hitting the High Lord's face, his eyes closed as he was muttering a lullaby his mother used to sing when he was but a child. Before the war and loss.

As he was standing by the railings, a young maiden danced beside the rocks, crabs surrounding her, as the sea water was splattering her softly. His gaze fell on her and felt his heart leaving his chest. She didn't wear much but a white chiton which mostly covered her private parts.

Her h/c hair messy from the wind and some flowers were tangled inside them. Tamlin blinked and when he reopened his eyes - she wasn't there. Had he imagined her? No, it felt too real.

"Are you one of the fae?" a voice asked him, the High Lord looked around in confusion "Down here."

He looked down at the sea and spotted the maiden from earlier, swimming and looking up at him with e/c eyes sparkling full of interest. His face flushed red from embarrassment. Of course. No one on his ship would ask him that question.

"S-sorry." Tamlin said, his ears red and, luckily, the blush on his face was mostly covered by mask.

"Are you one of the fae?" she repeated her question, ignoring his apology

"Yes." he said a bit too loud. After a small pause, he asked her, "And, if you don't mind, what are you?"

"I'm a nymph of the sea." she replied as she swam closer to him

"What's your name?"

"Why would a fae like you want to know my name?"

"I was merely curious. I saw you dancing with such grace and it would be an honour to be granted with knowledge of your name."

She smiled mischievously and let out a small chuckle, "You are intriguing. Out of all the sailors I've met, I confess, you piqued my interest." the way she laughed - it reminded him of Rhysand but when it came from her it sounded lovely. She tilted her head to the side. "Y/n, daughter of Atlas." she chuckled again as she dove and reappeared sitting on the railings with some of the crabs "Well, one of the daughters." He backed away a bit in shock, she leaned forward; her face only a few inches away from his. "And what your name might be, my little fae sailor?"

"T-Tamlin."

"Tamlin." she said, testing the name of the fae on her tongue, she smiled and readied herself to dive back into the water "Farewell, Tamlin. I hope our paths do cross again."

He reached out to her, "Wait!" she looked at him with a questioning look "Will I ever see you again?"

"That depends." she approached him until her breath brushed his face "Do you want to?"

"Yes."

She smiled and caressed his cheek softly, "Then you will." he hesitantly touched her hand as he stared at her.

She retreated slowly, his fingers lingering on her skin as she made her leave. She walked on the railings and, before she jumped, she looked over her shoulder and toward him with a genuine smile.

"See you soon, my sailor."

She jumped into the sea and from the waves, a small locket in the shape of a heart came out. Tamlin took it in his hands tenderly and smiled.

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The High Lord was true to his word and heart and always would visit her. Both of them fell in love and, with her turn, she rewarded this love by giving him a special ship as well as the sacred task of collecting all the poor souls who died at sea, and ferrying them to the worlds beyond. Because of that love, Tamlin agreed to set foot on land once every ten years, where he would be free to come ashore to be with y/n.

But when the High Lord of the Spring Court came ashore after his ten year duty, y/n was nowhere to be found, for the seas were fickle and unpredictable, just like her who ruled that domain.

Heartbroken and enraged, he plotted with the help of Lucien - who was against it - to tear the rule of the seas away from her and imprison her into a mortal body.

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The years passed, currently y/n was in a cage inside a ship. She was captured and her captors planned to set her free.

Behind the bars of her prison, she listened to her own music box but, she after some time, she closed it shut only for the melody to continue from another's. She turned her head and saw a black figure coming her way.

She stood up, "My sweet, you came for me."

"You were expecting me." Tamlin, now corrupted with a terrible curse, said

"Such a torture. Trapped in this–" she nodded down at herself "–single form. Cut off from the sea, from all I love." she then nodded at him "From you."

"Ten years I devoted to the duty you charged." he said as he slowly approached into the light, his corruption even more visible "Ten years I looked after those who died at sea." y/n looked down in regret "And finally, when we could be together again, you weren't there." he closed his locket as he looked at her "Why weren't you?"

She managed to look into his eyes, "It's in my nature." he was taken aback by her answer "Would you love me if I were anything but what I am?"

He turned his head away, "I do not love you. Not anymore."

"Many things you were, High Lord, but never cruel." he looked at her again "You have corrupted your purpose and so yourself. And you did hide away what should always have been mine."

She touched him and he suddenly reverted to his original form.

He gasped softly, "Y/n."

"I will be free. And when I am, I would give you my heart. And we would be together always. If only you had a heart to give." she let go of him and he reverted back to the way he was. Tamlin put his claw around her neck. "Why did you come?"

He tried to pull his claw from the cell, until he phased through it, "And what fate have you planned for your captors?"

"All of them, the last thing they will learn in this life... is how cruel I can be." he turned to leave but y/n stopped him "And what of your fate, High Lord?"

"My heart will always belong to you." he said softly, his voice more humane before he left.

#x reader #a court of thorns and roses #acotar #tamlin x reader #tamlin #a court of thorns and roses x reader #pirates of the carribean at worlds end #pirates of the caribbean

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Here's my take on if Davy Jones and Calypso had a daughter if you want to use it. People say Uma from Descendants looks like Davy Jones and Calypso's daughter, well then maybe the daughter could have similar powers to her in that she can turn into a cecaelia like creature and can manipulate water to an extent and can perform sea magic though her powers aren't as strong as her mother's. I think she's conceived just before Davy Jones goes to ferry the souls so Calypso doesn't know she's pregnant until after he's gone and whenever she's busy with her duties she leaves her daughter in the care of either mermaids or nymphs or maybe both on a small island in the middle of the ocean of course she comes to see her daughter whenever she can and teaches her how to use her powers. When Davy Jones comes back and Calypso doesn't show up and he helps the brethren court to imprisons her the daughter is like 10 years old and when she finds out about her mother's fate, she is devastated and vows to free her mother and to get revenge on pirate lords.

I never thought about/realized that about Uma, but I suppose she does. POTC Calypso and Davy Jones, that is. She wouldn’t be my face claim for my Calypso and Davy Jones’ daughter (because my Calypso and Davy Jones is different to POTC, though I suppose both Calypso’s are dark skinned. Which was unintentional). Their characters are different, because I’m fitting them in a Ancient Greek setting and Calypso’s a goddess (and the Kraken) and POTC really just gave me the starting idea that became them.

I didn’t mean to imply that I didn’t know what their daughter would be — it’s more that Calypso, while pregnant, has the realization that she could be anything. Divinity can have some strange results, after all, and she’s strange all on her own. And mortalness mixes oddly (in that there’s a spectrum to how the mortalness sticks) with divinity that isn’t a plain god, so. Point I was trying to make was that it’s impossible to know until she’s born. (I’m also refusing to commit on what she is until it’s written (if it is) (oh who am I kidding? its probably going to be a thing, even if just for me. the plot bunnies gotta be cleared out)).

As for her getting pregnant right before Davy Jones leaves/becomes undead… that would be another scenario entirely. I’m not sure if Calypso would forget to return if that was the case. She’d want her daughter to meet her father and Davy Jones to meet her, so her just not showing up… is a bit hard to imagine. Because her daughter is a physical reminder of the time passing and would mean that Davy Jones is more forefront in her mind. So she’s far less likely forget and we’d get awkwardness when she shows up with a child. (Because she forgets because her sense of time is awful when she’s in her deep (which she usually is) and Davy Jones is something in the back of her head. She’s aware that she needs to show to release him, but it’s not something she’s paying too much attention to so when the time comes, she doesn’t notice.)

#answered ask #ask #asks #zelodolongirl

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abyssbind · 1 year

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Ok I'm lazy and I refuse to rewrite any of this today so this is a copy-paste from my multi where I talked about it. I rewatched PoTC today and I forgot how fucking funny Calypso's explanation to Jones was as to why didn't meet up with him after ten years like my girl basically went I didn't feel like it. "Its in my nature". A'right queen and he literally never emotionally recovered from that, BUT THE POINT OF THIS is to say that yeah its explicitly stated in canon that it was ten years that Davy did the whole ferrying the souls thing but after doing much reading around ( The Wiki, lol ) and THINKING about it, I believe there is an implication that he "waited" for her to show for longer than 10 years which would make the most sense, imo.

For me its like... You pull up after 10 years for your one day together and she's not there so you're like oh this is the worst thing ever but maybe shes just doing goddess things she didn't tell me about ok this blows but we'll try again in another 10 and it just... Went on like that for a while.

Cos the whole situation has always left me with so many questions like A) Calypso couldn't you have just, idk, rescheduled or something and B) Ten years was a long time for a mortal but Davy hasn't been a mortal since he struck that "deal" so technically ten years is feeling SMALL in the grand scheme of things and it leaves me to wonder other stuff like A) Why didn't he look for her at sea and B) why couldn't an all powerful sea goddess just go to the sea and find him, y'know like neither of y'all are bound to mortal chains anymore, excluding Davy not being able to go on land for ten year periods... Like it makes a little more sense if Calypso was bound to land but that shouldn't have been the case given she didn't get trapped in a mortal form utill well after the whole ghosting Davy thing which was actually the direct result of the ghosting, so. ( Which is another part of where my head is here, there was so much deep hurt / heartbreak festering there that I feel like that had more than a single failed ten year rendezvous to build up )

SO TO MAKE A LITTLE MORE SENSE OF THAT I'm gonna say that while the initial ten years was like a huge factor in the "betrayal" it wasn't just the first ten year period. Given Calypso's a goddess and Jones, at that point , was also some functioning type of immortal It was multiple ten year periods after that. For A LONG TIME Jones would go to wherever it was he and Calypso were meant to meet again and every time she wasn't there. I'm gonna say the time was closer to 30-40ish years this went on.

Which would have been the entire remainder of Davy's mortal life-span and I THINK kind of further echoes tragic romance tropes along the lines of someone who loses a loved one at sea and spends their life waiting for them to return / visiting a place they last saw them ashore and also things like runaway bride / abandoned at the alter, etc which has always felt very true to the aesthetic here bonus the supernatural twist

#⊰ ° ‧: ｡* ❊ ⚓ ━◞ Out Of Character ⊱#⊰ ° ‧: ｡* ❊ ⚓━◞ Headcanons ⊱#headcanons

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viola-ophelia · 2 years

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📓📒📔 heehee

omg ok i'll tell you about my potc fic that's currently in progress! i'm super excited about it because normally i really want to write for my favorite fandoms but get stuck only doing character studies because my plot ideas are TRASH, but i randomly rewatched the potc movies the other day and got, like, struck by the inspiration muse or something. :D

so the basic like, starting premise of the fic is 'beckett turns pirate au' (lmfao i feel like i'm always writing [character] switches sides aus but theyre just so good!)... i decided to make him not die in that explosion when his ship goes down but randomly be picked up by the black pearl instead & informed that now that everyone on HIS side thinks he's dead, he has no choice but to join their crew lmao. idk like i just want to force him to become a pirate bc i think that would not only be incredibly funny but also kinda cool, like i want to see the whole like ruthless and calculating thing used in the opposite direction!

anyway. meanwhile, all the different pirate lords are trying to decide whether or not they want to go searching for the fountain of youth now that davy jones is out of the way, and another brethren court meeting is called. jack and barbossa get into a big argument at the meeting over a bunch of things (who's the rightful captain/owner of the pearl, who actually has the greater right to discover the fountain, etc etc) bc y'all know that whole situation where they're BOTH trying to be captain of the pearl could not last long lol. they kinda split the rest of the court in half with their arguments and start a pirate civil war i guess? now both sides are suddenly in a race to find the fountain FIRST because whoever does will gain control over the sea. there's this like underlying feeling that they all have that the age of piracy is sort of slowly dying (especially in the aftermath of the battle at world's end) & that they need the fountain to preserve it, so that's very key.

anyway, barbossa takes most of the pearl's crew and dips, so jack, elizabeth, and randomly beckett LMAO are left to try and go their own way. they realize that barbossa has a huge head start on them & ALSO took the map showing where the fountain is, so they're kinda fucked. jack decides to do some sketchy magic and re-raise calypso from her slumber to convince her to help them, which only like halfway works: for the time being, they catch a favorable wind and are convinced she's on their side. meanwhile, calypso is NOT on their side at all... and in fact is so pissed that they woke her up and meddled with her magic for no reason that she goes and finds will on the flying dutchman, and teams up with him to track jack down just to cause problems for him (which also causes problems for everyone else on the sea).

jack calls another brethren court meeting in a panic after the pearl is almost destroyed by like a crazy hurricane or something, but everyone's so pissed at him and also each other that it does NOT go well. barbossa doesn't even show up, which technically is a big no-no according to the pirate code, but no one has time to track him down, so jack makes beckett stand in for him. somehow beckett manages to manipulate everyone into agreeing to chase barbossa down and try to beat him to the fountain of youth, because at this point it seems like it's a bad idea for ANYONE to use its powers bc calypso will just like smite them down immediately. so they all agree, but they all still have their own agendas bc obviously they all DO still want immortality juice lmao. everyone's extra annoyed at jack now though because now beckett is technically a pirate lord which literally no one wanted lmao.

anyways the race to get to the fountain of youth is officially on, but no one realizes that will (and calypso) are also in the race lmao. so after a million years the pearl FINALLY reaches the fountain, getting there just at the same time as barbossa (he got really held up bc of all the terrible weather)... AND will and calypso, who everyone (except elizabeth, who may or may not have been secretly communicating with will the entire time) is shocked af to see. they do a really awkward parlay between barbossa/will/calypso and jack/elizabeth/beckett that gets absolutely nowhere because jack and barbossa are still pissed at each other and will and elizabeth are barely even invested in the whole fountain thing and would rather romance each other LMAOO. they all (including all the other pirate lords, who want the fountain's powers for themselves) start swordfighting on the like tiny desert island where the fountain supposedly is, and calypso goes up into the sky and creates a huge lightning storm for Dramatic Purposes.

anyway the ending is still very much in progress but i think essentially they all eventually realize the fountain of youth was fake all along LOL and that there really is no way for one pirate/one ship to be 'master of the entire sea' BUT... if they actually revamp the brethren court into something that vaguely functions (which i feel like beckett could do as he's lowkey the only one who like, understands how money works among other things LMFAO), and agree to team up and work together for the most part, then they can preserve piracy in the caribbean.

anyway this got LONG sorry lol! but yeah. oh yeah also i forgot to mention that i'm also inserting my random pirate oc into this story... her name is anne bonny (stolen shamelessly from history) and she's randomly jack's cousin but i'm not totally sure what to do with her. i may ship her with someone for the fun of it HAHA. also im thinking that norrington since he's dead might be one of will's crew members, just so he can do something in the story? i feel like that would be funny.

#potc #pirates of the caribbean #ask #LOOL sorry for subjecting yall to my ramblings

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azirafels · 7 years

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black sails moodboard: davy jones AU: davy jones!silver

That was the duty he was charged with. To ferry those who die at sea to the other side. And every ten years he could come ashore to be with he who loves him truly. But the man had become a monster.

#blacksailsedit #john silver #silverflint #davy jones au #potc au #black sails #moodboard #davy jones silver is extra pretty bc reasons #like another 10 or 20 years after all the shit goes down. after the 'Betrayal' wouldnt turn him into anything anyway #the timeline can be much shorter for this i guess??#idk im dying #anyway i hc that james always fucks up the pronouns when telling the story #mostly bc he doesnt give a shit about keeping it a secret at this point #james: 'that was the duty he was charged with by me -i mean the god* i mean the goddess**'#'and every ten years he could come ashore to be with he-i mean SHE** she who loves him truly'#james: [grinning] 'it was a man as harsh and untameable as the sea' eleanor: 'i thought you said it was a woman?' james: 'fuck'#eventually he just cant be bothered anymore #jack: 'there appears to be something in the air between you and him'#james: 'FINE. calypso is actually a dude'#jack: 'thats not what i asked'#james: '..and that dude is me. john silver fell in love with me'#anne: 'fucking knew it'#my graphic

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First, let me apologize for the size of this monster ask. Sorry.

The POTC fic ate my brain. I can think of nothing else now. Just... the sheer possibilities, ya know?

With Tia Dalma, I always thought Jack, though fond and always respectful, was mindful to maintain a certain distance between them, careful to not pay any offence. With fem!Jack though I see their relationship being much, much closer. Close as sisters perhaps? Or even a mother-daughter relationship (where is Jack's mother in this AU? Still a mumified head being carried around in Teage's pocket?). How does she react to Jack's deal with Davy Jones? Is she mad that her former lover is once again trying to chain a woman to his side? Or does she laugh, because the man has clearly not learned his lesson?

And Davy Jones himself is a whole other can of worms. Does he look at this bright, wild young woman, clearly favored by Calypso, and wants to claim her as the best addition to his crew in decades or simply as a way to get vengeance on the goddess? Or worse, does he look at her and think of a child that never was, a bittersweet what-if that could have been if only Calypso had waited for him on land all those centuries ago...

As for Barbossa, I want to see this man have Regrets (TM). I want him, cursed and desperate, to see Jack alive and well after abandoning her on an island and feel... things. Outrage, anger, disbelief. Amusement. Immense relief. Want him, back and alive again, to long for that short, fond, teasing 'Hector' instead of the cold, indifferent 'Barbossa' that greets him everytime. Does he lie awake at night, a part of him, no matter how small, yearning for that time when he sailed the Black Pearl under the banner of the Captain Jack Sparrow?

And Becket and Salazar! I have no words for these two, everything about their relationships with Jack fascinate me.

In the movies, the tension was THICK between Jack and Becket. I always thought those two had Real Respect for each other in the beginning. Jack who thought he had found a Actual Good Man to work under. Becket who thought he had found someone who, with a little time and polishing, could stand just behind him at the top of the world, the closest to an equal a man like him could get (tolerate?). Which really, only makes the betrayal from both sides even worse. Jack, who finds out the man he thought was good was actually even worse than the scoundrels he grew up with ("People aren’t cargo, mate"). And Becket, who finds out his little protégé, whom he had such high hopes for, actually has morals and a free will that don’t (and never will) align with his plans/worldview.

I wonder, with this fem!Jack au, were there rumours of Jack being the future Lady Becket? I wonder, later, after all's said and done, when Jack is tied to a burning ship with Becket looking on in the distance, is there a ring somewhere on Jack? On Becket?

And even later, when whispers of the Black Pearl start cropping up in the docks and inside darkned pubs, along with her Captain, does Becket have to sit down (with anger? Relief?) or does he stand and stares out the window of his office, towards the wide open sea and tries to imagine where his wayward (friend, enemy, lover? His, certainly) pirate is and how he might get her back, this time permanently

... did this just turn into a Davy Jones and Calypso ver. 2.0??

As for Salazar, I loved the idea of him from the get go. After we got the backstory of his and Jack's first (and last) meeting I was gone for this spanish ghost. The chase, the obsession. The way this encounter marked and changed both of them, one literally died and had to spend decades waiting in purgatory for a chance at revenge while the other spends this same amount of time forever know by the name coined by El Matador del Mar, the Spaniard's little bird who flew away...

Does Jack being female in this AU change anything for Salazar? In the minutes before being tricked and killed, did he think of her less as a pirate and more like a young woman led astray, perhaps even forced into this life? Does he think of himself as a savior for Jack (lol)?

Also. I'm all for a threesome happening between Jack, Elizabeth and Will. I think they deserve a threesome.

No don't apologise - this is great!! I'm glad I'm not the only one who's excited for this one 🤣 I'm going to break this up so I can keep my replies on track!

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For Tia Dalma and Jack - that respect and wariness is definitely still a core component of their relationship! But you're right in that they'll be a lot closer in this AU than in canon. While it might not quite be a full mother-daughter dynamic, there will be maternal aspects to how Tia Dalma treats Jack. Jack's mum is still technically alive for most of the story, even if Jack doesn't see or talk to her. Once the movie timelines come through, that's probably when I'd say Jack's mother died.

But Tia Dalma is uber pissed when she sees Jack for the first time after her deal with Jones. She goes quiet and wrathful, staring at the unseen mark on Jack's soul - the brand that shows her debt to Jones for anyone with the talents to see. And Tia Dalma mourns Jack long before she dies because even with all her power, not even she can break a soul-deep deal.

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As for Davy Jones - it's six of one, half a dozen of the other. He genuinely wants Jack's skills on his ship, and knows she's unparalleled as a helmsman. But he also is a petty, bitter man, and knowing that Calypso thinks Jack as hers also plays into his decision. It's very 'you like this thing so I'm going to take it from you' mentality. (Though I am intrigued at the potential and completely fucked up implication of Jack-as-a-stand-in-daughter. I'd need to think on that!)

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And oh do I have plans for Barbossa! He definitely ends up having something maybe like regret!

One of the things I rambled about in discord was wanting the Black Pearl crew to suffer some consequences for mutinying against Jack. After all, Jack is a Pirate Lord, and though it isn't widely known, the daughter of the Keeper of the Code. She is a good captain, respected, and generally well-liked, and mutiny is serious fucking business for pirates. A lot of people are angry at Barbossa for what he did, and in those ten years after the mutiny against Jack, the Black Pearl crew were considered persona non grata. They weren't really welcome at any pirate stronghold, and a lot of the older generation were chomping at the bit to avenge Jack.

The only reason no one did anything was because Jack, essentially, spread the word that if anyone was going to kill Barbossa, it was her. And they respected that.

And because Barbossa and his crew were scorned by most of the other pirates in the Caribbean, they didn't exactly know that Jack survived and was gunning for them.

So, the first time Jack and Barbossa see each other, his shock is genuine - as is the strange rush of adrenaline he gets because Jack's presence is still electrifying and keeps him on his toes. It's his irritation at her calling him 'Barbossa' catches him off guard, and it takes him a minute to remember that Jack was the last person to call him Hector - because he crew would never be that familiar with him - and he hates the part of him that mourns that. He had liked Jack during the brief time they had sailed together, found her engaging and brilliant, but his ambition had always been stronger than any affection he might hold for other people, and so this was where they ended up.

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And Beckett. Oh, Beckett...you're absolutely right in that the tension between them was *chef's kiss*

Even without the deleted scene, you could tell that those two had history the second Jack stepped in the room. And I think, for me, the most telling aspect that these two knew each other and knew each other well was that Jack didn't even try to be a fool in front of Beckett. Yeah, sure, there was some joking and posturing - but it was so half-hearted in comparison to other interactions Jack has.

Jack's masks were stripped back when speak to Beckett, and I find that fascinating. So, in this AU, there will definitely be a hell of a lot of implications between them.

There's respect, naturally, and an acknowledgement that they're intellectual equals. Beckett doesn't underestimate Jack (as even Barbossa and Will and Elizabeth are still prone to do despite knowing Jack's track record), and Jack doesn't insult Beckett by pretending to be something she's not.

But there's also that very acute bitterness and betrayal between them. Because Beckett tried to turn Jack into something she wasn't, tried to get her to compromise on her morals, and he burned her ship; and Jack broke Beckett's belief that he'd finally found someone who could understand and accept every facet of his being.

There's disappointment as well - that their partnership didn't work out. Because they had liked each other, and admired each other, and though they never progressed beyond a 'professional' relationship, Beckett knows that if he were to marry a woman it would have been Jack.

And that sense of ownership Beckett has over Jack is incredibly dangerous - because in his eyes if he can't be the one holding Jack's leash, than no one could. Jack was too big a threat to remain free, so she had to die.

It's all very poignant. Behold:

And Jack knew what men typically wanted from her. They saw the wildness in her dark eyes and the tangles of her hair and the freedom in her blood and it made them itch. It made them want a taste of it for themselves - or drove them mad enough to want to take it from her.

Put her in a cage and clip her wings and to crow as if they had tamed the sea itself.

But Beckett was different. He didn’t want to tame her. He was too clever to think he could. That anyone could chain her for long.

No.

Cutler Beckett wanted to break her, if only so he could put the pieces back together in the way he wanted.

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For Salazar, I don't think I'd change it much from canon. I don't think Jack being female would change his perspective much. He'd still be enraged at being beaten as he was by this slip of a pirate girl. The obsession would remain, the impact they had on each other would remain - Jack as the ultimate 'prey-that-got-away', and Salazar being the one that completely redirected Jack's path in life, propelling her into captain-hood and giving her her name.

Either way, they haunt each other.

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And for the ship - there might be elements of Jack/Elizabeth/Will, but it's not gonna be a prominent thing, unfortunately. I already have a main pairing in mind for Jack for this one 😂

(And no, it's not Norrington.)

#anonymous #PotC #embrace the wild (face your fears)#female jack sparrow #thank you for sending this in!!#I had so much fun responding 🤣

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