Author's Note: This story takes some imagination. The idea is...what if Davy, Koleniko and Jimmy were alive today?

What I am trying to accomplish is a fictional, modern story for Davy. As if Davy and the two boys were in my character's life for the past year or more. I am trying something completely different, even though since I began this story back in 2007, the idea has been copied. I will try to remain as close to their original personalities as possible. Davy will still be, at times, angry/emo, Jimmy will still be cranky/mean (though I will explore a deeper side of him), and Koleniko will remain similar to my version of him in EOTB.

Well here's the twist. Imagine Davy played himself in the POTC movies (sorry Nighy fans), I know it sounds weird but eventually it won't matter. Okay…still with me? Pretend he's a real person, named Davy Jones, with the squid face. This is a modern Davy. Seeing since Davy couldn't be cursed in the "real world", there would be another source for his appearance (I will explain it in my early chapters). And because he would still be in CGI in the movie, he doesn't have the crab parts in "real life" (and Niko wouldn't be as spiny, Jimmy wouldn't be melted or with a fin). But he still has to have the squid face…for a reason. I am only slightly changing the characters to suit today's circumstances.

I am trying something new and different, and sometimes that isn't appreciated. I am trying to break out of that "damsel in distress" story line that too often accompanies POTC fan fictions. I have spent countless hours researching human anatomy and diseases for this story to make it work. If you don't believe that the human body can sprout strange growths like tentacles, Google neurofibromatosis. The human body is capable of amazing and terrifying things. Under this basis, I have created an explanation for Jones' appearance in the 21st century.

So yes, the premise is odd, I will admit that. But this is meant to be crazy, funny, candid, insightful and romantic. If this is not your cup of tea, no one is forcing you to read this. Because I have put so much effort and energy into this story, I would like to share it with my readers who still appreciate Davy Jones fanfics.

The story begins before AWE was released to theatres in 2007. This first chapter is more of an introductory/explanatory chapter and the story picks up after it.

For those of you still interested, here is chapter one. I dedicate this to the memory of my grandfather. He always loved a wild story. Tha gaol agam ort, papa.

December 2006

The sun sets on another cold, grey evening, three weeks before Christmas. The colorful lights sparkle through the new layer of fallen snow, giving the white blanket a playful appearance. The sight of all the houses decorated so jovially is enough to bring a smile to the face. The warmth inside of Emma Grace's home hides the reality that the air beyond its walls is bone-chilling and almost painful on contact.

Emma sits curled up on her couch, safe and warm under a thick blanket, staring at the twinkling lights on the tree. Underneath, presents overflow from its bows, a definite sign that she is loved because the majority of them are for her.

The house is filled with the scent of freshly baked cookies and spiced eggnog. Christmas music plays softly on the radio while the guests of her annual holiday party laugh and converse amongst themselves. There isn't a soul here that she doesn't love or care about, all of them being family and close friends. Some of them have supported her since the day she was born, to which she will be eternally grateful. A few of them, she hasn't seen in many years. Either they moved away or she had missed while going to university out west. Their presence here tonight brings her comfort as she sniffles from the remainder of her cold.

But during this happy time, she finds herself with a nagging sadness. This melancholy has followed her for many years, being diagnosed with chronic depression when she was only thirteen years old. It causes her to withdraw from the crowds now, forcing her to sit back and witness their bubbly, care-free happiness with slight envy. Her mood has improved dramatically over the years, all thanks to what she refers to as her 'magical little pill'. But as of late, the magic of the pill had turned on her and the doctors decided it would be best if she tried to live without the help of her anti-depressants.

Unable to properly identify the sadness, she just assumes that it is merely withdrawal from the medicine. For the past two weeks, the withdrawal from the medicine has plagued her with electric shocks deep within her brain and nausea so strong that even her favorite holiday chocolates look foul. She pushes the macaroons and chocolate covered caramels away with disgust.

To say that Emma's life was hard would be a vast understatement. Her parents divorced when she was only a small child, forcing her to grow up way before her time. She faced poverty and the risk of being homeless, something no child should ever have to learn about. She was constantly bullied and harassed in school for even the slightest move she made. Both sides of her family were always at war, and she was caught in the middle, trying to protect the other from being attacked and maintain some sense of peace. Her parents remarried and then re-divorced, further showing her that no one was going to stay in her life, teaching her that it is safer not to trust anyone because they always leave. As she grew, she was continually plagued with one unexplained illness after another, often leaving the doctors puzzled and unable to find a cause. And when she turned thirteen and was placed on anti-depressants, she began to gain weight. This only added to her misery.

And now she finds herself unemployed after being injured at work. No, this was not how it was supposed to be. After graduating on the Dean's List from university, she had made up her mind that the pain and suffering was going to end. She was going to be successful and she was going to travel the world and see things most people only dream of. But now with an injured back, she is forced to accept the fact that she will never work with her passion again, her passion for animals.

She has no idea what she will do now. She can't even imagine working a minimum wage job after spending six years earning her degree. But the compensation money for her injury will eventually run out and she has a house to maintain. She is lucky, this is the house she grew up in and is paid in full. But there is still the heating bill, the water, groceries, student loans and other various expenses that pop up unexpectedly when you can't afford them.

Closing her eyes to her troubles, she leans back into the plush comfort of the couch. Instead of focusing on what bothers her, she decides to turn her thoughts to something that recently has caught her attention in a big way. A man.

Normally, Emma Grace isn't the type to get flustered by the opposite sex. Her usual strategy with men is to ignore them or hate on them because they cause nothing but pain. After all, that is what she was taught, and she learned that lesson the hard way. Too often she fell for the advances of a man, assuming they were pure and genuine. It always turned out that they were looking to soothe their own needs and didn't give a damn about hers. She often ended up broken-hearted because of her naïve view of the world.

But for once, she finds herself smiling at the mental image of this man in her mind. A man from a recent movie she purchased. Most women will easily tell you that they think an actor is attractive. But the man she dreams of now is not exactly considered appealing by the female population. Far from it.

From the moment she laid eyes on his face, she felt something odd. She looked into his amazing blue eyes and saw something more. She had always been amazed by the villains in a movie, and as this man plays a major antagonist in her favorite film series, she found herself amazed by him as well. And while watching the DVD the other day, she was shocked to find herself attracted to him. She had been hit by a strong dizzy spell caused by the medicine withdrawal, but the instant she heard his approaching footsteps on screen, her eyes opened wide and the dizziness retreated. And a thought occurred to her, 'oh no, no this can't be possible! How could I possibly be attracted to a man like him? I am definitely going insane.'

At first, she kept it to herself in fears of being judged or made fun of by others. But as the feelings began to grow stronger, the secret slowly started to seep out. At first, it started with her buying his action figure, which she secretly kissed before going to bed every night. Somehow, this silly ritual made her feel better while being surrounded by emptiness. But then her family started asking her for her opinion of the movie, wondering if it was worth the watch. That's when it became apparent to everyone around her that she had a thing for him.

At first, they were unnerved by her attraction, but they quickly reminded themselves that this was normal for Emma. She always fell for the guys who were rejected or down trodden. She would always be the one to develop an obsession over something. She has a crazy and vivid imagination, so why would he be any different? So he was just one among many to them.

But not to Emma. No, this man was different. This was a man that she could see herself being happy over, just because he existed. She had read his interviews online; he had seemed to be very down to earth with a witty sense of humor. This has always been appealing to her. She secretly fantasized about what it would be like to kiss a man like him, to be held in his thick, muscular arms. It was all in fun, however, because she knew that she would never be able to meet him. He was an actor and she was just a silly fan lusting over him on the opposite side of the continent. That and he probably wouldn't even be attracted to her, as most men aren't. But still, something pleased her greatly to fantasize about curling up with him in bed, listening to the air expand in his lungs and to feel the heat from his body. She sees no harm in fantasizing about a man like him now, a man like Davy Jones.

His face floats through her mind, blocking out the world around her. Despite the fact that most people are repulsed by his appearance – a thick and flowing beard of octopus tentacles – she finds herself curious about how they'd feel raveled around her arms, pulling her close. She laughs to herself at the thought that most people would be disgusted by her thoughts of sharing her bed with him. But why should she care? Why should she conform to a society that never did anything for her?

"Emma, stop your fantasizing."

She opens her eyes and looks up at her Godfather, Alex. She has always called him G, short for his role in her life. He smiles down at her as if he knows exactly what she was dreaming about. G is a globe trotter just like Emma; it's who she gets it from. He works in the movie industry, and has an incredible resume. He has wined and dined with some of the biggest celebrities in the business. He hasn't been home in a very long time and Emma feels safer just having him here again. G has been her most loyal friend and defender.

"No, I don't want to. My dreams are so much nicer than my life." She takes a pillow from the couch and covers her head, blocking out the image of her Godfather and trying to put Davy back into the spotlight in her mind.

"I know it has been tough for you lately, but I think I have something for you that will cheer you up."

With that, she removes the pillow. Her family has been gathering in the room without her knowing and it is then she can hear her dog playfully barking out in the porch. But everyone is here, who would he be barking at?

"An early Christmas present, just for you." G continues with a sly smile, his blue eyes shining in the holiday lights. He reaches for her hand and pulls her to her feet. Knowing that she has been dizzy, he wraps an arm around her waist and leads her away.

As she walks, she notices a few of her younger cousins giggling. Everyone else is smiling at her as if they know something big is about to happen. As G is one of her biggest tormentors, she only can assume this is a joke that will have everyone laughing. She'd like to join them in the fun but just doesn't feel up to it.

"What are you up to, G?" She grumbles as he leads her to the porch.

He turns to face her and gently squeezes both of her hands in his. "Got a surprise for you. I want to be able to give you a Christmas you'll never forget. A person with hardships should be able to laugh and smile once and a while and I think this gift will help." He announces softly to her and turns the doorknob to open the door to the porch.

Her dog now stops his barking and rushes excitedly to her side. She looks up from his joyous little face and it's as if her world slowed down to a snail's pace, mere seconds feel like hours as her eyes focus on a reverie. Standing there, smiling and looking quite pleased with himself, is the man of her recent dreams. Davy Jones stands there before her in all his glory.

An ear-piercing scream of shock escapes her throat and she stumbles off in shock. Behind her, she can hear the deep, jovial tone of his laughter, the same laughter that had haunted her with pleasurable chills in the movie, are followed by his footsteps coming up the stairs. Everyone around them has broken into hysterical laughter, caused by Emma's priceless reaction. They all knew she would entertain them with her response, being quite the excitable girl and all.

She composes herself and turns to face him, noticing that he is getting plenty of enjoyment from her response as well. And there he is, around six feet tall, wearing a chocolate brown suede jacket that brings out the golden caramel tone of his skin while fitting him perfectly enough to show off the masculine build of his body. Her eyes quickly note the button up shirt that is slightly lighter in shade with an orange pin stripe, a shirt that flows nicely over a flat, hardened stomach. He wears a pair of faded jeans that seem to be made to accentuate the length of his legs and the bulge of his anatomy. Her eyes quickly move away, blushing that she even dared to glance there. They land on his perfectly polished boots and then move up to the bandana on his head; it matches his outfit, making his blue eyes shine like the holiday lights that surround him. She drinks in every inch of him, watching in a daze as his beard sways to and fro as he walks over to her and reaches for her trembling hand. Bowing before her, he presses his soft, warm lips to her skin while gazing up at her. Emma's heart skips a beat and then continues its frantic pulsing.

"I hear that ye are a fan, most gracious I am. Does the lady have a name?"

Her mind goes blank as she stumbles over his question while being too focused on the sound of his voice and the thickness of his Scottish accent. "Ah…my name? My name is…."

"It's Emma Grace! Your name is Emma!" Her sister Mhairie shouts from the laughing crowd of amused relatives.

"Emma!" She announces as if he didn't hear, as if she hadn't just made a fool of herself in front of him.

Davy sends her a smile full of satisfaction. "'Tis a pleasure to meet ye, Emma Grace."

"Say thank you!" Mhairie yells again with a laugh.

"Shut up…" Emma hisses through gritted teeth while sending her sister a dirty glare.

"So, tell me about yourself." He says as she sits next to him and hands over a steaming cup of hot chocolate. After many introductions to her awaiting family and grasping the ability to calm down, she finally managed to slip away with him for a private conversation. Everyone had their opportunity for a meet and greet with the celebrity, but now he is all hers.

"Well, normally I am not such a spazz," she laughs while trying to redeem herself. "Be careful, it's hot."

"Pity. You're rather charming when you're excited." He chuckles and takes a sip. "This is very good, very rich."

"Yes. It's my special brew. But it's a secret recipe."

"I'll get it out of ye eventually, no rum I wager." He laughs. His eyes sparkle as the Christmas lights reflect off them, making their already intense blue seem more radiant. "Anyways, about you…"

"Well. There's not much to tell, really." She concedes, returning to a normally unpleasant topic. Emma has never been one to discuss herself, afraid her depressing life would always turn people away. "I turned 26 this past summer. I have a Bachelor's degree in science," she shrugs as the information becomes harder to express, "I don't know, I like to write and sing and stuff. I used to dance and ride horses."

"Educated and talented, a good combination. Ye have the world on a platter." He compliments her while smiling.

"Not really. But I try."

He notices her discomfort in talking about herself and decides to offer up what he knows instead. "They tell me ye like to travel." He says before he takes another sip, his cerulean eyes examining the expression on her face to find out how far he can probe into her life.

"Yes. I've been all across Canada and the United States. I'd love to see Africa and the Caribbean someday. Australia as well. Heck, I'd love to see the world." She begins to feel herself loosen up and her tight posture relaxes. His smile at her response is freeing.

"Aye. The Caribbean is nice. I lived there the majority of my life, ye know. This is the farthest north I have ever been, well, if ye exclude Scotland." He laughs while feigning a shiver.

"So you must mind the cold."

"I'm freezing! I don't know how ye can stand to live here."

"It can be trying at times. The hot chocolate will do you good; warm you from the inside out. So I read somewhere that you were a sailor before the movie. So you fit the part nicely."

"Aye." He nods, pleased to know that she has shown enough interest in him to read about his past. Most people don't even ask for his name let alone probe for details on his life. Even if they did, he probably wouldn't tell much, out of fears of rejection. He is a man with little trust. But this girl before him, smiling at his every word causes him to let his guard down. After all, the scream she emitted was one of happiness, not the usual fear driven kind he normally receives. This girl seems to enjoy him for some strange reason. It caused him to become deeply curious when G approached him for the meeting, informing him that there was a young girl who deeply admired him. He continues, "aye, the sea was always my true calling."

"Not to sound like a crazed fan, but you were amazing in the movie. Your first time acting and it didn't even show. I know you had a drama coach, but it appeared as if you've been acting your entire life."

"Thank ye. I haven't seen the movie actually, but I'll take your word for it."

"Are you serious? It's my favorite movie. You should watch it." She playfully states, reaching out and placing my hand on his shoulder. It quickly becomes too intense for her and she removes it in fears of losing control and mauling the poor man. His strong shoulder under her hand caused an intense desire to boil up inside her.

"Nigh. It would seem conceited to me to watch myself prance around on a screen."

"Humble, I like that. So you really talk like that."

"Talk like what?" His forehead crumples into a confused frown.

"With an accent-uh!" She teases. "Emphasizing your every last word-uh!"

"Aye. Your accent is funny too, ye know." He laughs as he waves a finger at her.

She nods, remembering how thick her Eastern Canadian accent can be at times. "I get teased about it all the time," she pauses to gaze at him in wonder. And then the thought finally occurs to her, "so…what are you doing here?"

"I'm your Christmas present." He snickers, leaning back slightly on the couch as if he's proud of this distinction. "Your Godfather and I go way back and he told me of your obsession with me." He sends her a playful wink.

"Oh, Lord. I'd like to say that obsession is a strong word to use, but it does seem accurate at this point," she smiles when she receives the laughter she was hoping for, causing a spark of joy to flutter within her. "So you're my Christmas present? Well, I hope you realize that I'm not going to return you."

He chuckles slightly to himself. "Well. Ye have two weeks."

"But that means you will leave before Christmas. This means you are a teaser present!" She tries to hide the disappointment that is evident in her voice by playfully slapping his arm.

"Sad but true, life's a bitch." He says as he reaches for the bowl of chips on the table in front of them. "So, Miss Emma Grace, ye mentioned that ye write, what about?"

Emma's cheeks flush slightly at the question, the answer being rather personal and secret. She stutters over the words. "About you. I have a story where you have a girl."

Davy's eyes widen with pleasure, like a naughty child that has stumbled across a stash of hidden cookies. "Do I now? Tell me about her." He reaches over and squeezes her shoulder under the heavy thickness of his hand.

"Umm...well…basically, she is someone I think would be suited for you and..." She clears her throat and dodges his question. "It's nothing really; just something I do to pass the time. I don't share it with anyone."

"Really? Is my character romantically involved with her?" Davy leans in and examines her closely. Deep within himself, he fights the urge to torment Emma in his normal way. He has always been one to tease; it's always so enjoyable to cause people to go into a fluster, particularly women.

"You are enjoying this entirely too much, Mr. Jones. I haven't gotten that far in the story…and I honestly don't know if it will come to that." She fibs. She couldn't possibly tell him about the steamy erotica chapters she stayed up all night to write and left herself unable to sleep because she became so hot and bothered over the words she wrote.

"But will my character become romantically involved with her? Ye know, I've heard that in every character an author creates, there is always a slight amount of themselves put into it…"

"Mr. Jones, you have an awful lot of questions." She interrupts, trying to ignore the fantasizing she usually does while writing those steamy stories, wishing it were her instead.

"Aye. And one is left unanswered! Perhaps ye should let me read it. Ye know… just to see if ye are on the right track with my character." He gives an evil smile, one eyebrow raised above the other.

"That's not happening."

"And why not? I am the main character, apparently. Should I not check to see if my character is portrayed correctly as a villain?" He teases, enjoying the sight of her face turning all shades of red.

"Well, you aren't really a villain in my story. I am exploring your softer side."

"Ah, It's definitely a romance then. Ye women and your romances…" He feigns disappointment as he leans farther back on the couch while stretching out his legs. He sends her a flirtatious smile, finding this young girl intriguing and yet humbling. Jones can tell that this girl has a sense of humor, but is unsure if he can let loose his proprieties just yet. So instead, he chooses to behave when he would normally tease and flirt.

"You are evil." She grins over at him.

"And don't act like ye aren't enjoying every minute of it," he wags a finger in her face again. "That, my dear, is why I am the villain in the movie; I do it so well in real life." He grins with a smug satisfaction.

"This brings up an issue I have pondered for a while. Why do you have the same name? I suppose it is just coincidence?"

"My birth name was David. When I was born, my mother abandoned me in the hospital. I guess she didn't want the responsibility of handling a child with a face like this." He draws his hand down the length of his beard. "A man named Samuel Jones later took me in. Hence the last name. He must have had a soft spot for me because he had the same affliction but with different deformities. He was a captain on a ship, and that's how I got into sailing. And because of my appearance, the crew instantly dubbed me after the legend. How could I resist the offer to play the role in the movie when there are so many similarities?"

"You must have had a really hard life." She says softly, empathizing with the vague details of his story.

"Aye. Ye cannot walk around with a face like this and not receive judgment."

"I'm so sorry you had to go through that. You don't deserve that."

"Only made me stronger, I'm a better person for it and I know how people truly are simply by the way they look at me. And ye, my dear, perplex me because no one has ever been so kind." He looks away to the dwindling crowd of people and then to the clock hanging over the dying light of the fireplace. "It has been three hours already. Can ye imagine that?"

"Time flies." Emma says with serene smile.