Author: immortal_jedi, aka jedipati
Characters/Pairings: Davy/Calypso, Will/Elizabeth, Cast of… nearly everyone who appears in the movies
Warnings: They're pirates! Also, this is very, very AU, and the premise is a little tiny bit cracky.
Spoilers: Well, it's heavily AU, but it also assumes that you've seen all three movies
Disclaimer: I don't own POTC. I don't own the characters. I'm pretty sure I'm the only one who could come up with a plot twist like this, though.
Summary: Davy Jones didn't like it when Calypso was bound, and swears that he will free her. He didn't expect it to take as long as it was, nor did he expect to have to ask his grandson and great-grandson- both of whom are named William Turner- for help.
A/N: Well, here comes another bit of immortal_jedi patented madness in the shape of a story! This will be a fairly long story, so I'll be posting chapters at a rate of about one a week, shooting for Mondays this time around.
Chapter 1- What has Changed
Calypso hadn't planned on this happening. She'd taken a mortal lover, a man of the sea, once more. She'd done this before and nothing had ever come of it. Those men had died, not wishing to leave behind their human lives, and she'd been left alone again.
But this mortal… not only was he alone in the world and had few ties to mortality, but he had given her a gift.
She had never had a child. And a child of a mortal and an immortal was something to be treasured.
Their child! She looked up at her mortal love. He didn't know yet, and she wondered if she should tell him. They had completed their plans to provide a way to make him immortal, and he would have to leave soon.
He wouldn't be there for the child's birth, or for most of the childhood.
But she knew they couldn't delay. He was growing old, and he needed to leave soon, so that he would be safe, so that he would stay alive.
"Calypso, is something wrong?" Davy Jones asked.
She looked over at him. "No," she said, though her voice trembled. "Nothing is wrong."
He stood up and walked over to her. "What is it?" he asked as took her hands in his. "Whatever it is, we will manage it. If it's the ten years, then we'll manage that, too."
She gasped. Yes, she could use this. Tell him about their child, later, once the ten years were up. Let him go to his duty unburdened by any guilt that he might have for leaving her behind. If he didn't know, he wouldn't be guilty of it. She shook her head. She couldn't deny him a chance to know his child. "I'm with child," she said quietly.
He swallowed convulsively. "A… child?" he asked.
She smiled at him. "Our child."
Davy looked up as the green light faded. There they were, on the beach. Calypso and their daughter, Calliope. Calliope, still a child at not quite ten years, was bouncing up and down as the Dutchman sailed closer to the island.
Davy leaned out and waved back at his daughter and his lover.
Finally, his ship was close enough to the shore for him to leave. He glanced around at his crew, but he'd already given them their instructions for the day, so he just nodded at his first mate, and left the ship.
He reappeared right next to them, and before his daughter could knock him over, he leaned forward and kissed Calypso.
They had done it.
"Calypso, my love," he said as he pulled away slightly.
"My sweet," she said. Currently, she appeared in the form of a beautiful woman from his native Scotland, and looked much like Calliope would look when she was an adult. Davy knew that Calypso had been spending much of her time in this form, rather then the dark skinned beauty she had been when he first met her.
Finally, he looked down at his daughter. She was going to be a beauty, with the blue eyes she'd inherited from him, and soft brown hair. How much of her looks had come from her mother, he couldn't say.
Of course, he knew all these things- the sea goddess would not be denied anywhere on the sea, and he'd met his daughter Calliope many times. Calypso had come to him many times over the past ten years.
Captain Davy Jones, ferryman of the dead, picked up his daughter and spun her around.
Then, he stumbled and fell.
Calliope laughed, while Calypso tried to help him back up. "Na used t' land," Davy said.
Calypso merely kissed him. "But you are here," she said, her accent matching his.
Davy turned sharply at the panicked shout. Calliope, now a young lady at eighteen, had appeared on the foredeck. She was panicking, breathing hard and shaking like a leaf. Even more worrying, she had come to see him when he was in the Land of the Dead. She rarely did that, explaining that it made her feel sick.
Davy rushed over to her. "What is it, Calliope?" he asked.
"It's Mother! They've done something to her!"
Davy gasped, suddenly unable to breathe for fear. Or that was what it felt like. He looked over at his crewmen. "Take us down!" He ordered sharply. "Prepare to transfer!"
He turned to Calliope. "Guide us to the right place," he said.
They dove, and came up in the Caribbean. Right near their island. "I brought her here," Calliope said. "I thought it would help."
"What's wrong?" Davy asked.
"I don't know," Calliope said. "She can barely remember anything, she can't… can't travel, and she's stuck in one form."
Davy frowned. "I'm sending some of my crew with you to bring her back," he said. "Do you think she'll come along?"
Calliope swallowed. "She doesn't even recognize me, but I think she knows I won't hurt her."
Davy gave the order, and a few of his crewmen left with Calliope.
He waited impatiently for them to return.
They returned in short order, Wyvern and Smith helping a woman who could only be Calypso step through the side of the ship. Davy studied her. It was Calypso, but a Calypso whose power was muted and somehow contained.
She stared at him. His heart twisted as he saw that she didn't recognize him. "Calypso," he said, and then stopped. "Take her to my cabin," he finally said. She went docilely. He looked at his daughter. "What happened?"
"I don't know," Calliope said. "We had been separate for a few weeks- she wanted me to get to know the seas better on my own. But then Mother missed our meeting time- she's never done that. I went looking for her, and found her like that."
Davy nodded. "Do you want to come with me to talk with her? It might reassure her."
Calliope nodded, so they both entered his cabin. Calypso was waiting, apparently very calmly. Davy shivered. She shouldn't be acting like this. Calypso was strong, and impulsive, and untamable. The last thing she would ever be was calm and docile.
Davy dismissed his crewmen and walked over to where Calypso sat on the organ bench. "Calypso, love? What happened?"
She looked up at him. "I do not know," she said. Her accent matched her appearance, wild and strange, though her tone did not. She was in the form in which he had first known her; the one he loved the most, though he had never told her that.
Davy dropped to his knees before her and gripped her hands. "Calypso? Do you recognize me?"
She stared at him for a long time, silent. Finally, she freed one of her hands and traced the line of his jaw. "Davy Jones," she whispered.
Davy nodded. "Someone has done this to you," he said. "Someone trapped you like this."
"I am… lost. Something is missing. I'm cut off from it."
Davy nodded. "The sea, love," he said. "You are Calypso, a goddess of the sea. Someone has bound your powers, trapped you."
She gripped his shoulder tightly. "What are you to me?"
"I am your lover, and our daughter is standing right over there," Davy said.
Calypso looked over at Calliope. "Our daughter?" She looked down at herself, then at Davy.
"Aye," Davy said. "You do not always look like this," he said.
She was trembling. He moved to sit next to her, and carefully gathered her into his arms. She began to cry on his shoulder.
Davy held her. Eventually, she cried herself to sleep. He picked her up and set her on his bed, carefully covering her with the blanket at the foot of the bed.
Then he looked at his daughter, who had been crying as well, and Davy realized that his own cheeks were wet.
"We'll find out which men did this," he said.
"This… binding… isn't the work of any god or goddess," Davy said. "Men did this." He turned away from her. "Men of the sea. No doubt they wished to control the sea- so they decided to control Calypso."
Davy clenched his fists. Humans did this. Humans had trapped Calypso in this one form.
Humans just like the ones he was charged with ferrying.
Davy turned, almost unwillingly, to stare at Calypso.
She was sleeping restlessly. She had lost so much, and he wasn't even sure that she could regain it.
Davy sighed and pushed a strand of hair out of her eyes. "I have ta find out how this happened," he said. "I know there is a method of trapping gods and goddesses. I think that it was used on her. But I don't know who did it, or the exact means used in the ceremony."
He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. "Calliope, you'd best find someplace safe for your mother. She still has some of her powers, perhaps she can become a local wise woman. But many of her powers are trapped, and she'll need ta be kept safe." He was amazed how calm his voice was. "I'd go, but I can't step on land for another year. And I know that she canna stay here."
"Father, what have you decided?"
Davy smiled wryly. His daughter was certainly perceptive enough to know that he had decided on something. Or perhaps she merely knew him too well.
He didn't look at her. "I am going to find the men who did this. If it takes too long, then I'm going to hunt down their successors. I'll find a way to free her, even if it takes me centuries."
He sat down on the bench, next to his daughter. "I will find a way," he said softly. "And until I do…" he sat up straight. "Until I do, no human who dies at sea will be ferried."
Distantly, he was amazed that he wasn't shaking. He had just decided to allow a terrible curse to take him, and he wasn't afraid.
Calliope gasped. "Father! You would…"
"Yes." Davy looked at Calypso. "My decision is made."
The next day, after they were gone, Davy leaned against the side of his ship. He had to have the strength to go through with this. He could not afford to give in. And he had to warn his crew. Some of them would want to leave, and he'd let them.
It would be the last time he'd ferry anyone, until Calypso was freed.
Calliope appeared on the Dutchman. As usual, she sought out her father first.
She had lived over 150 years so far, and for the first time, she was in love. And her human lover had given her a gift. She had come to tell her father. He would be the second person to know, after her lover. Once she was done here, she'd go tell her mother.
She smiled at her father. Even now, seeing him made her smile. He had changed, more sea creature than man, but he was still her father.
"Is something wrong?" Captain Jones asked as he leaned close to her.
"No, I have good news, Father," she said. "Though, I suppose that…" she sighed. "Can we go to your cabin?"
Captain Jones eyed her for a moment but nodded. Once they were in the cabin, he turned to her. "What's wrong, Calliope? I know something's wrong."
"No, Father, nothing's wrong. It's just… I met a human man, a sailor. And… I'm increasing."
Her father froze. "A child?" he asked. "I'm going to have a grandchild?"
He lifted his hand. "May I?" He waited until she nodded then gently reached out and touched her stomach with his mostly human hand.
She watched as he spread his fingers and closed his eyes. "A boy," he finally said. "Who will look much like you. He will have his father's coloring but his features will be like yours. He will have your- and my- eyes."
Calliope smiled happily. "He'll be named after his father's brother then," she said. "But I've told Diarmid that I won't use Uilleam. But he'll still be named after his uncle."
Davy sighed. "He will be mortal, Calliope. Like his father."
She sighed. "I know, Father. But I will love him all the same."
Davy dropped his hand. "He'll be a sailor. He's the grandson of a sea goddess, the son of a sailor and a nymph. He'll be nothing less then a man of the sea."
As it turned out, Calliope's son appeared to be an ordinary. He was not able to do any of the things his mother, grandfather, and grandmother could do. He was, however, in love with the sea, and even at three, the first time Davy met him, he wanted to be a sailor.
What abilities he had were latent, and would only be awakened by some strange event, if at all. Davy could tell that he might pass on those abilities to any children, but he also might not. But William- Bill- was mostly a normal child.
Bill didn't seem to mind. He was happy as an ordinary boy, albeit one with a love of the sea.
His father didn't know about the family history, and by the second time Bill saw his grandfather, at thirteen, he was old enough to know not to talk about it.
When Bill was fifteen, his father died. His mother faked her death, and Bill went out to sea.
Bill quickly became known among the sailors as a likely lad, who had a way with ships and an instinctive knowledge of the ocean that was almost uncanny at times.
He also became known as a something of a lucky charm. Three times in the first year, the ship he was on sailed through terrible storms without damage or loss of life.
The third time, the lookout swore up and down that he saw the Flying Dutchman pacing the ship.
While most of the crew crossed themselves, spat over the side, or trembled, Bill merely smiled at the thought.
He saw his grandfather again when he was twenty three, though he saw the Flying Dutchman many times over the years.
When he was thirty, he married. The next time he saw his grandfather, he was thirty three, and he was carrying his fifteen month old son, also named William.
"Who is this?" Davy asked after he grew used to walking on land.
The lad was staring at him, his head against Bill's shoulder. "This is Will," Bill said. "My son."
Will blinked. "Fish!" he declared, pointing at Davy.
Bill and Davy both laughed and Bill held the boy out. "He's fifteen months old," Bill said.
Davy carefully took the lad and brushed the boy's dark curls back. "He looks like you, Bill," Davy said.
"He's his mother's eyes," Bill said. "But yes, he does look much like me. I'm not sure if he inherited any of the family abilities, even in the limited way I did."
Davy studied his great-grandson, and allowed the boy to play with his tentacles as he did so. Finally, he looked up. Will continued to play with his beard, unconcerned about the fact that it was made of tentacles.
"He has potential, just as you do," Davy said. "But it would take something drastic to awaken it."
Will pulled his hands away, still holding on to the largest of Davy's tentacles.
Davy let out an oath, as Bill helped him untangle the lad's hands from Davy's beard.
Will settled against his father, watching Davy. He frowned, and then tried to repeat the word Davy had used.
Bill cringed. "Don't say that, Will," he said.
"Yes, quite," Davy said as he winced in turn. "And don't grab my beard again."
"Sorry, Grandfather," Bill said as he took his son back.
Will sat up in his father's arms, quite unconcerned about the entire thing.
Davy shook his head. "Will is at the stage where everything is something t' grab." he said. "And I'm na angry. I'll just need ta remember not ta hold him again today."
So, some of you may recall how I mentioned (back in March!) that I had a story in the works based on the premise that Davy Jones is Bill's grandfather. It took me this long to write and re-write this story to my satisfaction. Here we go for an interesting ride!
Of course, as always, I couldn't have done without the wonderful beta work by arquenniel. Thanks, love!