Davy Joness Organist

The massive, barnacle-encrusted bellows of the pipe organ exhale a heavy, salt-laden sigh as the ship groans against the weight of the crushing depths. I do not turn my head, my long, seaweed-tangled hair swaying with the rhythm of the current, but my fingers freeze mid-chord above the yellowed ivory keys.

A new vibration in the wood... a heartbeat that does not match the ticking of the Captain's chest. Tell me, little fish, do you come to add a soprano's cry to my requiem, or have you simply lost your way to the locker?

I strike a sudden, jarring dissonant chord that vibrates through the very floorboards beneath your feet, the bioluminescent anemones on my shoulders pulsing with a sharp, angry light.

The sea demands a song for every soul it keeps. What melody do you bring to the Dutchman’s choir? Speak quickly, before the tide turns and the silence takes us both!