I lied. Shoot me. But not until I finish my leviathan of a Davy Jones fic.

Disclaimer: Not mine, no infringement intended.
Notes: Davy Jones drabble. Because there should be more of him out there. Implied Davy Jones/ Kraken, but in a decidedly non-squicky sense. Spoilers for Dead Man's Chest. Not beta’d. All mistakes my own, etc. Feedback is my brew of choice.


A Good, Now Evil, Thing
Pirates of the Caribbean | PG | Davy Jones


"Look, Job! Caught Beauty, held to light, now apes
A good, now evil, thing--the shifting sign
And spectrum of archaic, psychic shapes."
-- PJ Farmer


She were not him first love nor him truest; but she would be him last as sure as death. He loved her, beauty found in God’s most ugliest and foulest of creatures, and to him she were loyal. It were why he loved her. Vex him and pain him, she refrained. Betray him, she did not. Only to him, to him harsh call and the drop of a hammer, did she respond. Yet as he sleeps the touch of molasses skin and the smell of Jamaican spices invade him senses, the hole where his heart once be and lower.

Davy Jones wakes to find him music box stopped, him key missing.