Romans & histoires Davy Jones Ship

One grazed her arm, but she kept running. They boarded the lead boat just as the estate’s main structure began collapsing into the sea. Madam Jones appeared on the cliff edge, megaphone in hand. “You think this ends it? The marker in your womb will bring the Jones empire back stronger. Those twins are mine by blood right!” Jeffrey fired a precise shot, forcing her to duck. The boat sped away as the island erupted in flames and sinking rock. Ava held the triplets tight, watching the destruction. Samuel’s sacrifice had bought them this escape. Jeffrey’s love anchored her through the storm.

“Your majesty, my ships in the Floven sector picked up some news about an explosion of a ship near the Atlantic. The report was that the explosion took place three weeks ago, and I’m sorry to report to you that the pieces of wreckage that fell to the surface have been positively identified as werewolves.” Davos had only one ship in that sector and he stretched out a trembling hand to seize one of the pictures that had a small section of wreckage—a piece of hull that was still intact. The images had all been sent through secured channels, and while they were grainy, the numbers on the hull still showed up plainly. His heart sick, Davos recognized them as his son’s battle cruiser. He managed t

Davy Jones was a great sailor until he fell in love with the sea goddess Calypso. He would be given the Flying Dutchman as well as the sacred task of ferrying souls who died at sea to the worlds beyond. Because of that love, Davy Jones agreed to set foot on land once every ten years, where Jones would be free to be with Calypso. So for the next ten years, Jones devoted himself faithfully to the duty Calypso charged him with, looking after those who died at sea and ferried the souls of men to the 'other side' in the holds of the Dutchman, while also awaiting the one day when he could be reunited with his love. But when Davy Jones came ashore, he waited in vain; Calypso was nowhere to be found