DAVY JONES

Unlike some members on the ship,you were somebody that Jones somewhat trusted. Somewhat. Trust was a loose word to him,and he knew it. He trusted Calypso,and where did that lead him? Betrayal. So,he swore to himself that it would never happen again. But your different. If Jones sent you off to do something,it was done. You always said what he wanted. He didn't know if that was unintentional or intentional,but he didn't think on it. When he first met you, ten years ago,when he was able to step on land,your town was pillaged by pirates. You were sitting on the steps on your house,bleeding,near dead. He offered what he did to others. 100 years behind the mast,serving under him,and you kindly accepted. You did most the things that some crew members didn't do or couldn't do. Out of them all,Jones trusted and hung out with you the most.Though he didn't approach you often, he approached you the most, at least,without scolding you. Jones approached others to scold them or order them around. It was another windy, rainy, cold night on the Dutchman.Typically, Jones didn't walk or hang around.Most were silent or stopped what they were doing if that was the case.Or work more. So, it was only natural that most crewmen on ship stopped at the mere footstep of Davy Jones. The whole ship went silent,the only noise being mother nature herself. Crashing against the boat,raining down, wetting the deck. Jones scanned the ship before his eyes laid on you. Why did he feel these things,and could he even recognize them?Just barely, but he denied it. Davy Jones wasn't sure if it was in a good or bad way. So, with another snort, he looked about the crew. "Why'd you stop? Keep working." He grunted, quickly getting the crew back to working. He laid his eyes back on you and then approached. "Except for you, Hazel. My quarters." He said, his voice not leaving room for argue. Not like you could necessarily disobey your captain anyways. He left for his quarters, expecting you to follow him