Captain Hongjoong and his crew, cursed and bound to Tortuga, sail the treacherous seas. Action, murder, and romance follow their wake, all while trying to defeat Barbossa, their enemy behind the curse of Tortuga. In this, alliances shift like the ti...
Davy Jones's movements were swift and precise, his cutlass slicing through the air with deadly accuracy. With a yell of annoyance, he lunged forward, aiming directly for Hongjoong's chest.
The blade tore through the fabric of Hongjoong's shirt, sinking deep into his flesh with a sickening squelch. Blood welled up around the wound, staining his clothes crimson as he staggered backward, pain etched across his features.
The scene unfolded in a blur of motion and agony. The metallic tang of blood filled the air as Hongjoong's vision swam with dizziness. Each heartbeat sent waves of pain radiating through his body, every breath a struggle against the encroaching darkness.
The pain of Davy Jones's blade seared through Hongjoong's chest like a white-hot flame, igniting every nerve ending in a frenzy of agony. It felt as though the steel had pierced not just his flesh, but his very soul, sending shockwaves of torment reverberating through his entire being.Each heartbeat throbbed with excruciating intensity, a relentless reminder of the mortal wound that now marred his body. The sensation was overwhelming, consuming his senses in a haze of searing pain and suffocating pressure.
With each breath he took, a sharp, stabbing pain shot through him, as if the blade were twisting deeper into his chest with every movement. Every gasp for air felt like drawing knives across raw flesh, the agony blossoming anew with each inhalation.
As he staggered backward, his hand instinctively flew to the wound, fingers coming away slick with blood. The metallic tang filled his senses, mingling with the acrid scent of saltwater and sweat as he struggled to remain upright against the onslaught of pain.In that moment, time seemed to stretch into eternity, each passing second an eternity of suffering etched into his very soul. And yet, amid the torment, a flicker of determination burned within him, a defiant refusal to succumb to the darkness that threatened to consume him.
Seonghwa stood frozen in disbelief, his grip tightening on the heart of Davy Jones as he watched the scene unfold before him. Hypaxia's steps were unsteady as she approached, her breaths ragged and desperate as she reached out to cradle Hongjoong's lifeless face in her trembling hands.
The weight of the moment hung heavy in the air, suffocating Hypaxia with its oppressive presence. She felt as though the very atmosphere had thickened, making it difficult to draw in each ragged breath. The dim light cast eerie shadows across Hongjoong's pale features, accentuating the stark reality of his demise.
"Hey, hey, Captain. Hongjoong. My love," Hypaxia's voice trembled as she reached out to him, her fingers brushing gently against his cold skin. "Look at me. Stay with me. You're alright, Captain. You're safe."
But there was no response, no flicker of life in Hongjoong's vacant gaze. Only the stillness of death hung heavy over him, a cruel reminder of the fragility of existence.
With a proud smirk twisting his lips, Davy Jones strode up the deck, his presence looming ominously over the grieving pair. He paid no heed to the heart that still beat within Seonghwa's grasp, his attention solely focused on the unfolding tragedy before him.
"Joong, look at me!" Hypaxia pleaded, her voice cracking with desperation as she fought to break through the veil of death that had claimed her beloved.
Suddenly, Seonghwa materialized beside her, his eyes ablaze with determination as he took charge of the situation. With swift, decisive movements, he placed a dagger in Hongjoong's lifeless hand, urging him to take action.
"Come on, Captain," Seonghwa's voice was urgent, commanding. "Just stab his heart."But Hongjoong's hand remained limp and unresponsive, a stark contrast to the fierce determination etched into his features. Seonghwa, undeterred, seized Hongjoong's hand in his own and guided it, driving the dagger into Davy Jones's heart with a forceful thrust.
The deck trembled beneath their feet as Davy Jones staggered backward, a guttural roar of pain tearing from his lips. The air crackled with electricity, thick with the tension of imminent victory or defeat.
At that moment, amidst the chaos and despair, Hypaxia clung to a sliver of hope. Perhaps, just perhaps, they could still emerge victorious from this dark and treacherous night, together.
As Hongjoong's golden essence emerged from within his soul, it illuminated the darkened depths of the ship with a radiant glow, shimmering with the greatness of his heart and the boundless power of the devil fruit.
Hypaxia's heart shattered as she witnessed the transformation, her mind unable to comprehend the magnitude of the loss she was experiencing. Tears streamed down her face like rivers of anguish, her cries echoing through the empty corridors of the ship.
"No, no, no," she babbled on like a maniac, her voice choked with sorrow and desperation. "I don't want this. I don't want my mother. Captain, I want you."
But her pleas fell on deaf ears as the essence continued its inexorable journey, drawn inexorably towards her mystical body. With each passing moment, she could feel its presence enveloping her, suffusing her being with a strange and otherworldly power.
As the essence merged with her, Hypaxia felt a surge of energy coursing through her veins, her senses heightened to a level she had never known before. But beneath the surface, there was a profound emptiness, a void left by the absence of the one she loved.
"The Dutchman must have a captain," the echo of the Dutchman crew rang out as they all walked forward and surrounded Hongjoong.
Sensing the danger, Seonghwa pulled Hypaxia away, his grip firm as they both saw the Dutchman crew stick their own daggers into Hongjoong's heart, each blow feeling like a betrayal of trust, like the daggers of Julius Caesar's judiciary.
"No! No, stop! What are you doing?" Hypaxia's voice rang out, a desperate plea amidst the chaos and violence.
Seonghwa's heart pounded in his chest as he pulled her farther away, his mind racing with the weight of their predicament. The Flying Dutchman teetered on the brink of destruction, the ship mere inches away from sinking into the abyss.
With resolve hardening in his gaze, Seonghwa stood at the rail, holding Hypaxia tightly as he surveyed their dwindling options. Without hesitation, he made a split-second decision, his actions fueled by instinct and determination.
In one fluid motion, Seonghwa leaped off the ship, his long arms reaching out towards the rope swinging from the black pearl. Hypaxia buried her face in his chest, her tears mingling with the salty spray of the sea as they plummeted toward their uncertain fate, watching the flying Dutchman succumb to it's infinite end.
This was it, this was the end. They had escaped from this nightmare
Without their Captain.
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