#🦀 calypso 🐚 | the sea keeps taking; the waves reaching higher to suffocate yet water always has been the way to life

[phoenixduelist]

She momentarily lost sight of Jack and the ghost, only her sixth sense saving her from being ran over by one of the flatbed carts

“A kurva anyád-!” (You son of a bitch-!) Rozália growled after she rolled to her feet, reflexively throwing one of the smaller kitchen knives at Elizabeth and Barbossa, the weapon bouncing off the metal

She immediately whirled behind a pillar before the shot rang out, did he seriously carry that damned canon with him everywhere?!

Shaking the debris out of her hair, she whipped out her own gun...only that the modifications of it would wound others. Snarling at the realization she decided to remain in the shelter of the damaged pillar, a splash of color causing her to glance up to confirm.

“...Hi?” @winters-club

She greeted the paint collecting Goddess with slight confusion

[phoenixduelist]

"AAAAAAAAAAH!" Came the very elegant reply as Jack booked it down the aisle, a charred ghoul not far behind him as he's booking it up the orange staircase

Calypso is happily collecting chipped paint pieces, particularly the pretty colored ones

Poor home depo employee doesn't even get to finish explaining to Rozy where the light bulbs are-

It should have been a simple trip. Emphasis on the ‘should have been’. The store was quite large with many sections so Rozy decided to stick with James @ashortdropandasuddenstop after almost getting lost in admiring the displayed knives. She was sure they had passed the nook where the bulbs were stored as the explanation went on- which was interrupted by a familiar screech.

Exactly how many immortals did that man managed to piss off?! Rozália reflexively dashed after the - presumably - Spanish ghost, ignoring the frantic employees, trying to come up with a plan that would actually work.

Wait. Didn't all these sea related ghouls hate land for some reason?

“Hé faszkalap!” (Hey dickhead!) she yelled after burnt spirit, chucking a pot full of rich soil at it, which she had swiped from a half conscious man in the gardening section

[phoenixduelist]

I wouldn't trust Calypso if I were you

A quiet laugh, but not of mockery. More akin to a chuckle because as if she was hearing herself.

“I do not trust the sea. Nor I will. But I know when to give respect when its due.”

“The fact that she hasn't harmed me nor my family when I admitted I mutilated her love along with that I would do again if given the chance tells a lot.”

@winters-club

[phoenixduelist]

"You have traveled quite a ways." Calypso walked calmly out of her traven, tilting her head at the woman. Her gaze neither mad or pleased simply....curious. "And you've come with purpose, haven't you?"

“Segíts” (Help me) the tortured whisper almost unheard, the rowboat swaying in the still water to the shakes of her body

“JONES!!!! ”

It was a war cry in the wildest thunder she ever sailed in. Words traveled faster than one could predict, especially about the death of an officer of such high rank. Or maybe the wretched Lord used the Admiral even in his death as he figured her out well enough to predict the reaction upon such news. And indeed he did; the Vihar rushing towards its supernatural target, it's already formidable speed fueled by the brewing storm and the Devil's infernal wrath.

Of course the Flying Dutchman watched the willingly coming prey, not even answering to the arrival by canonfire. Laughter accompanied the human woman landing on the deck until she roared the cursed captain's name with blades drawn and hellfire in her eyes.

It took a few seconds to register that she has used her first language, her torn mind desperately trying to find the right words in the right language.

“I-I don't know how should I call you. Jack...Jack has told tales about you.” Rozália managed to explain how could she find her, being reminded of the purpose was akin to having the shards of her heart stepped on, further grounded into darkness

A glance at the unresponsive man in the boat blew the shards into particles.

"Do yah fear death?" a mockery and a threat in one.

Emerald on fire noticed the familiar sword in his slimy grip.

“Do I fucking look like I do?! ” fangs bared like a feral animal, voice booming louder than the raging thunder

Most of the time Rozália fenced with level head, with an ice cold heart but this time her steps, her strikes carried savage frenzy, a soul ablaze with loss. She hadn't come with the intent to kill; she had no interest in bearing an eternal curse nor could she perform the necessary for such act. It was an extremely faint hope built on tales, fables, hardly a plan. Instead she came to find a weak spot of the immortal being as no one has ever said he was also invulnerable.

The discovery was worth the harsh kick of -what she previously thought of a peg leg- a crab leg, damascus steel sending sparks flying on the deck as she steadied her tumble. If she was injured, Rozália couldn't feel her wounds only liquid lightning in her blood which drove her forward with renewed force as it was sure that the facial tentacle she had cut off long before did not regenerate.

“He...he said you can ressurect the dead and I...believe him.” she always did. The other eccentric Captain might have colored a few adventures, but she didn't doubt this one. She couldn't deny the last hope otherwise she would fall into the already waiting abyss lapping at her feet.

She hasn't noted nor managed to get her tremors under control even after stepping out of the boat to reveal the man. She refused to travel next to him, better said his corpse, so before the trip Viola carefully closed his eyes, fixed his clothing and laid the perfectly crafted sword next to him as if he was only sleeping.

By now the madwoman was regarded as a threat, yet the crew didn't interfere, unsure of the whole purpose of the unfolding events. When the deceased Admiral's sword was knocked out of the Dutchman's Captain's grip they were eager to replace it with an another blade, failing to notice how the beautifully forged sword disappeared. Along with the Admiral's body.

Rozália was the storm personified, a whirlwind of deathly rage and instead of a slice, with one lightning strike thrust she buried her saber into Davy Jones' right eye. Twisting the curved blade to ensure her work she jumped back, the roar of agony came a second late. Her crazed grin would have made even the actual Satan halt.

The swordfight became a cruel game, a desperate attempt to save remaining vision but he took everything from her. It was only fair if she attempted to return the favor. The claw cut on her chest burned, a panicked opponent was unpredictable, even if the speed of her movements couldn't be followed by naked eye. Her decision held little to no regard to her life: sabers spun back to their sheath, she lunged at the Captain with a bestial roar, her own reflection looking back at her before her claws dug into the left eye socket and ripped the remaining one out with an infernal scream.

“Do you fear ME?! ” the question spat back with ferocity as she effortlessly evaded the blind Ferryman's blows

“I am the Devil of the Seven Seas and no curse can stand between you and my wrath. Nothing and no one will spare you from me.” the monster of thunder with gold fangs declared, her fist dripping with the blood of an immortal with his right eye in her grip. The Devil dived into the stormy waters a second after.

While Rozália dashed into her suicide duel with Davy Jones both as vengeance and distraction, Marcell rescued what left of the Admiral, Miklós stealthily swiped his signature sword when opportunity presented itself, Aranka and Jácint ensured their part went smoothly by silencing cursed crewmen wandering too close. Mátyás and Márta were wrestling with the wheel to keep the Vihar steady in the vicious storm mirroring their Captain's state. The others were waiting for the arrivals and after the insane captain climbed up to the Vihar, they took off before the enemy could even compherend what had happened.

They found themselves in a swamplike area, yet for once Rozália was sure where they were heading and it led them to the mysterious woman.

The Devil hasn't noticed the uncontrollable river or tears running down her face, all it would take was a simple shake of head to shatter her completely.

“Kérlek...Bring him back”