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With the death and the execution of Calypso, the heavens roared and rumbled throughout the next day. A tremendous rain stalled any work on the boat as all the crews sought a makeshift shelter away from the rest.
Jack Sparrow, after ensuring all his crew were under the wreckage of his boat and out of the rain, went for a walkabout along the shore, miserable and furious at his inability to protect his crew, and to see justice done to the crew of the Dauntless.
As he walked he observed the captain of the Flying Dutchman, Davy Jones. Davy Jones, as was his custom played a sad and mournful tune on his flute. Jack understood immediately, he had lost his beloved consort not just temporarily, but forever.
He alone had been absent at the great council, restricted by the curse from setting foot on land, instead casting his vote by proxy along with Calypso. He had not witnessed her death, but along with the rain could feel her suffering and his eternal loss.
Jack wished he could offer condolences to Davy Jones, but his old debt held him back. He knew that should he ever fail to repay davy jones, that his debt bound him to his service for a hundred years. A debt that never left his thoughts.
Later he passed by the crew of the Dauntless, who were all huddled belowdecks. He could not peer into their hull, but no amount of rage could contain his frusteration with the men of the ship. Although Norrington respected him, and he doubted Norrington could be responsible for the acts, the others he knew even less about.
As Jack returned to the Black Pearl, he counted his crew and found them all together. Then the cry came out that froze him, this time from the crew of the Flying Dutchman.
Davy Jones had been found dead at the on the deck of his ship, still with his flute, with his heart stabbed by his own cutlass. It had all the markings of suicide, except for a note left in Davy Jones pocket, and a small and delicate glass rose.
The note read,
"wood a rose by any other name smell just as sweet?"
It was as if the killer were taunting him and the remainder of the other crews, but the pattern did not fit the other killer. So now there were not one, but two responsible for the deaths of Cotton and Davy Jones.
Jack Sparrow, after ensuring all his crew were under the wreckage of his boat and out of the rain, went for a walkabout along the shore, miserable and furious at his inability to protect his crew, and to see justice done to the crew of the Dauntless.
As he walked he observed the captain of the Flying Dutchman, Davy Jones. Davy Jones, as was his custom played a sad and mournful tune on his flute. Jack understood immediately, he had lost his beloved consort not just temporarily, but forever.
He alone had been absent at the great council, restricted by the curse from setting foot on land, instead casting his vote by proxy along with Calypso. He had not witnessed her death, but along with the rain could feel her suffering and his eternal loss.
Jack wished he could offer condolences to Davy Jones, but his old debt held him back. He knew that should he ever fail to repay davy jones, that his debt bound him to his service for a hundred years. A debt that never left his thoughts.
Later he passed by the crew of the Dauntless, who were all huddled belowdecks. He could not peer into their hull, but no amount of rage could contain his frusteration with the men of the ship. Although Norrington respected him, and he doubted Norrington could be responsible for the acts, the others he knew even less about.
As Jack returned to the Black Pearl, he counted his crew and found them all together. Then the cry came out that froze him, this time from the crew of the Flying Dutchman.
Davy Jones had been found dead at the on the deck of his ship, still with his flute, with his heart stabbed by his own cutlass. It had all the markings of suicide, except for a note left in Davy Jones pocket, and a small and delicate glass rose.
The note read,
"wood a rose by any other name smell just as sweet?"
It was as if the killer were taunting him and the remainder of the other crews, but the pattern did not fit the other killer. So now there were not one, but two responsible for the deaths of Cotton and Davy Jones.
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