I faced the voice with trepidation, and discovered my fears were well founded. Before me was the being that gave admirals nightmares, the ghostly doom described in sea tales by those foolish enough to be irreverent of his power. He was the closest thing the seas had to an avatar.

He wore a tricorn hat and a frock coat fit for heavy seas, both black. The buttons and buckles of his outfit fairly shone green with the patina his saltwater home had created. Every article he wore spoke of worn sturdiness, and my reflexive analyze attempts yielded no other information than that I was far, far outside my class.

I’d heard him described every which way. Some said he was a skeletal being, a near invisible apparition or a conglomeration of sea monsters. I’d even heard it theorized that he was one of the isolated mer-people. I couldn’t say what his true guise was, but I saw him as a human. Not that I’d imagine for a moment that he was anything like the mortal species that I belonged to. His dark beard seemed to be unaware that it was submerged, and hung like any distinguished sea-captains’ would, only minorly affected by the water’s movements.

Name

Davy Jones

Age

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Level

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Health

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Mana

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Stamina

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