POTC Tales: Lonely Vigil.

Contest, Blackmail and Murder.

"Ready?" Lovett asked after both prepared their participants. They have chosen only two out of a dozen who raised their hands eagerly to be picked.
"Ready!" Pirelli answered with her pride.
"At the sound of my whistle" Davy Jones began. Once he blew it, the two rival mermaids started to polish their working instruments. Lovett finished hers quickly while Marissa Pirelli used the baby Kraken to help her get her razor filed. Using a polishing strip, held by the little squid, she swiped the razor numerous times, scraping his grasped tentacles."Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow!" Davy Jones noticed this abuse on the baby Kraken, for he heard his yelps and saw bandages on his bloody appendages. Shella already started handling her customer and Marissa stopped fining her razor. "Now signorini, I first mix-ah the lather. Gather 'round to witness the one who had the glory to attend the most prominent citizens, even the King." While she continued boasting about her supposed triumphs, she painfully shaved her customer, who felt the swipes on his chin sting his skin. "It take-ah the skill, require the pace it take-ah the grace" she said. The captain blew his whistle. "Time's up. Let's see on both of your progress."

One betha tailed mermaid evaluated Shella's client's chin: "It's smooth! As baby's skin!"
"Ooh!!"
"Ahh!"
"Signora Pirelli hasn't finished. The winner is Lovett" declared Davy Jones. The crowd of mer-people and sea creatures burst into applause. Then Shella stepped down from the chairs' sides and went to Davy." I always knew you'd beat her!" he whispered. "So. With great pleasure, I bow to a skill far defter than my own" Marissa said as she moved proudly to Jones and Lovett while retaining her dignity. "From now on, pay her the 10 shillings." Davy Jones said. Marissa Pirelli pulled her chinese silk purse and handed them to Lovett's hand. With a sinister smile, the blue haired mermaid made a bow: "Here. Until we meet again."
"Surely!" Shella Lovett replied.
"COME BOY. Move your ass." shouted Pirelli to the baby Kraken as he pulled the cart away from the crowd.
"Who would have thought it Jones? By the way, I do feel awful about that little one! He doesn't deserve this kind of treatment!" exclaimed Shella.
The next day, while the Dutchman was still standing on the dock of the undersea town, Shella Lovett and the crew stood on the deck. Then she noticed the arrival of some recently familiar faces.

"Buon giorno Signora. Is Captain Jones at home?" Marissa Pirelli asked Shella after she bowed quickly.

"He's inside his cabin. Better ask permission." Lovett said "You look awfully familiar!!" she exclaimed but paused to gaze at the little Kraken: "Aww look at him! You wouldn't mind if I gave him something juicy to strengthen him up?".

"Si. Whatever you want wit' im" Pirelli replied. She saw Shella take the baby Kraken with a friendly gesture and devilishly smiled when she closed the door down to the kitchen. Then the flamboyant mermaid swam closer to Davy Jones' cabin. Inside the kitchen, Lovett offered the child squid some plankton pie and conversed with him about how he ended up with that dreadful master. As he told her, she wondered if she had known Pirelli before.
"Dodododododododododoo" hummed the baby Kraken as he looked at the scrumptious treat Shella Lovett served. "Here, tuck in." she said. "Nice to see a creature with a healthy appetite!!" she snickered as she saw him devour the crusty and filled pie.

"Leave a bottle please." begged the baby Kraken. "Alright, help yourself with that tot of gin" Lovett said.

"And that was the last I ever saw of Marissa." narrated the baby Kraken to Tip and Dash. Little did he know what really happened to his former master. During that last time, Marissa Pirelli had entered Jones' cabin for something he owed. What could possibly be ?

"Captain Jones!!" greeted Marissa.
"Signora Pirelli" replied Jones.

Suddenly he realized the sudden change in the blue haired mermaid's exagerated Italian accent. It had been fake all along as she reverted to a known Cockney accent. "Call me Mary. Mary Wiggins when it's not professional." Then she looked around his cabin. "Hmm! Creepy, not much, but soon it'll pretty up a bit! You tell that little pirate companion of yours that I want my shillings back. If you don't mind."
"Why?" asked Davy Jones.
"Because, you two have entered your wager under false pretenses. Since I hate how it is unfairly handled.  Then it's half the profits you'll hand over to me, share and share alike." she continued under her Cockney drawl while the captain looked quiet and took a quick gaze at his small window.
"You keep looking at the little wench. Why, she was simply an apprentice along with me under Ursula's tutelage. I know you gave two crewmembers of yours to serve as her spies before you were all.."she paused for a moment stroking her chin to simulate Davy's tentacled beard. "So, is it a deal or do I swim down outside the deck after one of me old pals aye?" Jones gazes at Pirelli when she dared to deal. He was containing himself until the very last moment when he could not take any longer of this defiant mermaid's demand. "What do you say to that now?" Pirelli reverted to her faux Italian accent again: "You think-ah you are smart. You foolish-ah man. Tomorrow you start-ah in-ah my new plan hahahahahahaha you unner-ah-stand-ah??" Marissa gloated again but is interrupted by Davy Jones who grabbed her neck with his claw. Then he sunk her face beneath his tentacled beard in a violent struggle. She gave out muffled screams as she was smothered through the mouth by his tentacles, trying to gasp for air and attempting to break free of his grasp but he refused to let go of Pirelli. She felt that she was drowning by the same sea she swam on. Her eyes turned red from her desperate unheard cries for help. But when he saw Shella Lovett walk near his door, Jones quickly left Marissa Pirelli unconscious from the tentacular strangling and snuck her inside a large detailed chest. He locked her in the trunk but her hand hung from the outside. Shella opened the door muttering: "That Kraken is going to leave us without a drop of alcohol!". While entering, she asked Jones about Pirelli. "She won't be back" he said. "Aw no Captain, you didn't?" she gave a disappointed glare. Suddenly she gasped when she noticed the hand between the hatch of the chest. "You're mad!!"
"Did you not realize that she was trying to blackmail us? You knew her? Mary?" Jones said.

"Mary Wiggins? That cheating tramp!!" Lovett whispered.
Jones and Lovett argued while Pirelli's hand moved slowly from the chest:
"If it wasn't for me she would have called the law against us. See how much you let it slip by?"
"How will we deal with her?"
Soon, Davy Jones opened the creaking chest to reveal the badly injured Mary. She got up, coughing, vomiting goo from her mouth, attempting to scream but Davy's tentacles damaged her voice so she produced froggy gasps for air. She trembled in fear as Davy held her by her dark blue hair. Shella Lovett took out a knife from Davy's table and neared at Mary's level of her eyes. With one last glance at the agonizing mermaid, she made a quick swish down to her neck, letting the blood flow and stain everything. Wiggins, the false Pirelli expired after the stinging slash. A demonic mocking laugh was the last thing the victim heard as her head lowered down and sunk herself back to the darkness.