To see one dead and its skeleton set upon The Flying Dutchman’s bowsprit sent a shudder through the fearless Blackbeard. Davy Jones stood at the hel... set at the first of the two levels of the quarter deck. His fearsome form was easy to pick out from the rest of his crew. Upon his bald head sat two horns that traveled out from it horizontally before curving in at the last bit. The horns looked more like tendril bone. Two small solid horns jutted from his cheek bones. From his back came four bone. Well not to mince words, Master told me the turkey was dead. And I believed Him, I mean the signs appeared to be there, it was stone cold, although if I was frozen solid I assume I would be cold too. It was shrunk wrapped in plastic, though the netting gave me pause for thought. If it was so dead, so no longer a threat to human safety, then why was it necessary to capture it in a net? Surely the net gave the suggestion that there was something to be contained, something that could cause harm or. Zoe didn’t blame her father for hiding it. For the same reason she didn’t blame her father for not making more of an effort to see her. Since the split Zoe’s mother was a different person. The loving, warm woman who loved to bake Oatmeal cookies, color with crayons and never once swore, that woman Zoe knew as her mother was replaced with an empty, cold woman who when she wasn’t furiously angry was an emotionless zombie of a mother. But her mother putting away the alcohol wasn’t the blessing it. Like nothing she'd ever felt before. She thought it reminded her of a slab of uncooked beef. Cold, lifeless, clammy flesh.He took her. He took her there. The alley. She knew it was bad then, but she had no idea how bad it would get. Everything happened so fast. One minute she was a normal girl, the next it all changed.She was 13. She spent her days at school, her afternoons with friends or at the mall, her evenings doing homework, and her nights watching the pointless soaps she'd taped during.