The Bride of Davey Jones.
Amidst the howling tempest the Flying Dutchman rode the mighty waves of the dark sea. The ship and captain from the depths of the sea, and hell itself. The ship from the abyss. And she rode the indomitable waves of the roaring ocean. And high upon her bows stood the maiden from hell, the bride of Davey Jones.
She stood upon the bow with her face to the tumbling black waves, and her face was that of a hag from the fiery depths. To look upon her, was to shudder with fear and loathing. For she was as ugly as the night, and her soul was black as the abyss from whence it came. She was evil, and her face wore the mark thereof. Her body was that of an emaciated wench, and like a skeleton with a horrid, evil face, she stood fixed on the bow of the Flying Dutchman, looking out defiantly over the dark waves as the ship of darkness bore on.
And for all her evil, and all her repulsiveness, Davey Jones loved his bride all the more. His heart lay beating in a chest on some forgotten island, but his ghostly wife and crew shared the un-dead with him. Forever the crew of demons sailed on the dark waters of the oceans of hell, with their master. And upon the bow stood the bride, and guarding spirit of evil onboard the ship, the maiden from hell; Maltrustra.
And she shone a black light upon the waves of the tempest tossed sea; she rode on upon the bow of The Dutchman for all eternity. Maltrustra, the bride from hell. And still the ghost ship sailed on, the demons a-screaming, the storm a-howling, and the black sea a-roaring.
Sailing on, sailing on in a dark sea of hell and fury. And the waves heaved and roared, and rolled on with violence on force, as they carried the black ship onwards over the ocean of the living dead. The ship sailed on over the black sea of the night, and the wind howled and moaned over the terrible sea…
