"A heartbeat," he repeated. One that was owned by a woman who waited. But her waiting days had soon passed and he did not know where she buried it. It was perhaps better not knowing, but at the same time, it came with the knowledge he would be on this path forever.

It was no wonder Davy Jones turned so hideous in the end. Even when the promise was kept, there was little happiness to be found to watch the woman you love grow older by the decade and each time, look lonelier. Sadder. Emptier.

"But it's too late for that."