Alvida, trembling and collapsed on the deck, shrieked in panic:
"Great Captain Davy Jones! It—it was an accident, I swear!"
But Davy Jones gave her not even a glance. His eyes, cold and disdainful, were trained on the enraged Captain Morgan charging across the deck.
Morgan, in a berserk frenzy, raised his axe:
"Die, you filthy Fish-Man!"
He swung down, aiming for Jones's head — hoping decapitation would restore his reputation.
Jones remained perfectly still.
Calmly, he replied:
"It seems… everyone really wants my head."
Then, with terrifying speed, his crab claw shot out like a viper and impaled Morgan's abdon in one swift, brutal motion.
Flesh and blood spilled onto the deck.
The stunned Morgan froze, the blade of his axe missing Jones entirely. His eyes widened as the world went dark — realization hitting too late.
He clutched the fatal wound. Blood poured out as his strength drained away.
With a final, terrified gasp, Morgan collapsed.
Did I… really die like this? After all I claid — "I am great," "I am Morgan"…
In his final monts, Morgan's mind cleared:
He had been deluded for years. The real Captain Kuro had escaped; the man he'd captured was a hypnotized imposter.
The humiliation crashed over him.
His greatest achievent — it was all false.
He — Axe-Hand Morgan — had been a puppet.
And now he'd died at the hands of a naless Fish-Man.
His eyes glazed, dignity shattered, he breathed his last.
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Koby, ducking behind the mast, watched in horror as the once-feared Marine captain died so swiftly. His heart plumted — the last flicker of hope extinguished.
What future awaited him now?
Another wave of fear washed over Jones — another "Bone-Chilling" harvest.
He imdiately used the newly gathered terror and ship debris to further strengthen the Terror Ghost, ensuring its repairs and durability over long voyages.
From the outside, the ship looked unchanged — but inside, new space had been carved out, as if the hull had revealed an extra dinsion.
His fear-harvesting range also expanded.
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Current Status: Davy Jones, "Dread Lord of the Deep"
Tentacles (Right Hand): Extendable, now two at once
Flintlock Pistol: Can create bullets from fear, one at a ti
Crab Claw (Left Hand): Hard as iron
Short-Range Teleportation
Enhanced Regeneration (excluding the heart)
Terror Ghost : Thought-controlled navigation, consus debris, storms can accompany, cannons materialize at will, increased speed & durability, expanded internal space
Fear Harvesting: Expanded range and distributed to self or ship as needed
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Jones surveyed the deck. His eyes fell on a pale figure rising shakily from behind the mast: Koby.
Koby staggered forward, face ashen, and fell to his knees:
"Great Captain Davy Jones! I—I'll serve you as your humble slave! I'll never sche again! Please, spare this ti!"
Jones paused, amusent flickering in his expression.
"I am not a charity, and you have to earn your place here," he said coldly.
"But you did guide to those Marines and their ships — your promise was fulfilled, so our agreent is now complete."
He paused, then added:
"But you did try to trick . That needs a lesson you won't forget."
With that, his right tentacle shot out, seizing Koby and ripping off his right arm in a brutal "whoosh".
Koby's scream cut through the air, blood gushing before Jones casually sealed the wound with another tentacle.
Jones sneered, noticing Koby had wet himself — confirmation enough of his frailty.
"Fool. You're more worthless than I imagined."
He moved Koby aside with a flick of tentacles, and then ordered:
"You may leave."
With brutal precision, Jones's tentacle flung Koby into the sea — a human cannonball.
Koby scread through the air and splashed into the water near the surviving Marines, who had gathered offshore.
Lieutenant Commander Ripper, seeing the body fall, dove in to rescue him, along with the other Marines. They pulled the unconscious, injured boy to shore, leaving behind the black ship as it drifted away.
The storm ceased, calm returning — though none of the n aboard felt relief.
Morgan's corpse had been taken; the Marine base and Shells Town were now free from his oppressive rule.
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anwhile, aboard the Terror Ghost:
Jones pulled Morgan's body overboard — casting it into the sea as carrion for fish.
He then fixed his gaze on Alvida, the only remaining crewmber on deck.
"You are Alvida," he said quietly. "Koby honored his promise and lived. But his weakness and sches cost him dearly."
He stepped closer.
"Now, you too have a choice. You can live — and serve… but only if you bring sowhere worth the effort."
Alvida had expected this. With trembling resolve, she spoke:
"Captain Davy Jones... I know a place — Orange Town.
The Buggy Pirates occupy it, led by the Devil Fruit user known as the "Clown."
They are no match for you — you'll defeat them easily!"
This was partly revenge — her crew had once tangled with Buggy's and lost badly.
Jones's tentacles twitched, spark of interest in his sunken eyes:
"A Devil Fruit user, you say?"
He nodded.
"Then—Orange Town it is."
He strode toward the cabin.
Monts later, the eerie tones of piano and organ drifted through the deck — the ship's own unsettling hymn as it sailed into the night.
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