WHO: Davy Jones, Angel WHAT: Epic Battle WHERE: Santa Monica Pier/Venice Beach WHEN: Wednesday Night RATED: R for violence
Davy smoked on his pipe, waiting for the Champion to face him. It was too bad, really, because he wanted to do more to the land creatures before ultimately shattering their Champion... but it had to be done. He felt her presense. It made him hurt in ways unfathomable to any creature and these were feelings coming from a creature without a heart.
The pier was still closed off, taped off, in fact by police claiming it to be a crime scene since there had been over twenty deaths in the general area as Davy needed to collect a new crew. Unfortunately for them, they were trapped within the sea and could only boredly wait for their master to summon him to The Flying Dutchman. With the general absence of tourists to the area, the amusement park had grown abnormally rusty with barnacles and mussels seeping out of any suitable area. To add insult to injury to this once historic lot, the entire pier had additionally sank several feet closer to the water allowing the ocean to gently lap against the ankles of anyone who dared to tread upon the new home turf of Davy Jones.