Summary: Just some short drabbles about Davy Jones. I've tried to place him in a more sympathetic light than in my Hunger fic. Heh. I'll update when the inspiration hits.
Disclaimer: Bite my butt, congo snake!
The music twists around me, taunting, soothing.
It amazes me how twisted I have made it, how dark.
I've taken the music she gave me, the music she so loved, and twisted it, deformed it, mutated it to serve my dark mourning.
Would she weep to see what I've become?