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Disclaimer: I do not own the Pirates of the Caribbean movie series, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Destiny

Author's note: I do not own anyone from POTC except for
Ethan and his father...and anyone else I decide to throw into this story. Takes
place after Dead Man's Chest though I have seen At World's End...but I wanted
to change the storyline, so it's AU from the end of Dead Man's Chest. If you
don't like slash...don't read! If you don't like the fact that my character is
a hermaphrodite and falls in love with Davy Jones...don't read either! If you
want to flame me...go right ahead but I will not hesitate to remove them if
they are so incredibly unreasonable. I am not going to change my storyline if
you don't like it, however. Also, for fans of Jack Sparrow, Elizabeth, Will,
etc, yes, they will be featured. Yes, Jack, Will, and Elizabeth will be a
threesome, Ragetti and Pintel will probably be a pairing, and I will be putting
James Norrington with Barbossa. If that offends you, DO NOT READ!!! Thank
you...and because this is my first fic for this particular movie, constructive
critisim and reviews would be nice. If you read this, say SOMETHING, please

Prologue: Accepting Repercussions for Actions Taken
��
It had been almost too easy to
steal the heart of Davy Jones. It seemed the Royal Navy was growing far too
bold. Ethan slides into the small boat and rows it away from the boat. Why he
was doing this�he had no idea. He just wanted this stupidity to stop.
Controlling the Flying Dutchman was a stupidity that knew no limits. Davy Jones
didn�t suffer fools well, and Lord Beckett was definitely on the list of the
greatest of fools. Ethan continues to row letting the darkness and fog hide him
as he escapes. Drunken revelry suited the men. They were idiots.
�� The sea
seems to favor him and he finds no trouble. Holding the chest tightly with one
hand and wearing the key around his neck, the youth searches for the elusive
Flying Dutchman. He had no idea what he was going to say to the Dutchman when
he saw him�he�d figure that out when he got there. He only hopes that the
captain is in a good mood. If not�well, he�d definitely not have to deal with
the shame of hiding who he was for very long.
�� He doesn�t
have long to worry before the ship he seeks slides from beneath the water in
the distance. He watches it, awed and frightened. He knew he was playing a
dangerous game and that it would more than likely end up with him dead�or worse
but he couldn�t live with the orders of the arrogant Beckett. He�d rather die.
His boat slowly makes its way to the side of the ship and a rope lowers.
Realizing that Davy Jones obviously knew what he carried, Ethan makes his way
up onto the deck of the Flying Dutchman only to come face-to-face with its
captain. �Ye stole me heart from those men?� he asks sounding almost impressed.
�� Aye,� he
says softly before sliding the key off with his free hand and extending it
towards him first, �It helped that they were drinking to their victory over
pirates.� After the key is taken by a tentacle, he slowly holds out the chest.
This, too, Jones takes though his look is distasteful.
�� What were
ye hopin� to get fer this?� the male asks suddenly.
�� Ethan looks
at him confused. �What?� he asks not understanding the question. His response
makes Jones chuckle.
�� Yer not
lookin� for somethin�, are ye, lad?�
�� I was just
trying to keep Beckett from making it impossible for pirates to do what we do
best,� Ethan answers wondering what else he could have been after having come
all this way.
�� Ye know,
most would try to make me indebted to them for doing this.�
�� Well, I am
not most,� the brunette responds inwardly knowing how right that sentence is.
�But, enough of wasting your time�I�ll just be taking my leave,� he murmurs
softly. He wasn�t going to stay long enough to bother the captain of the Flying
Dutchman. He was enough of a nuisance as it was. Without waiting for a� response, he goes back down into the small
rowboat. There was no way he�d not be found out�his father would know him far
too well to not realize what he had done. However, he would rather face his
father�s rage than have to hide who and what he was. He was a pirate�well, he
would be eventually. He was only nineteen and had barely had a chance to
explore the world he wanted to live in.
�� He arrives
back at the port and slides out of the boat. Carefully walking across the
molding planks, Ethan hopes that somehow, it will be blamed on some other
person so that he wouldn�t have to face the repercussions of his actions. The
brunette walks to the small hovel his father owned and slips into his small
room. He curls up on the lumpy bed and closes his gray-blue eyes. It doesn�t
take long for the brunette to fade into a relatively peaceful slumber.
�� Morning
comes and with it, an angry roar. �ETHAN!� Hearing his father�s angry tone, the
brunette wakes up and quickly makes an appearance.
�� Father?�
he asks entering the room. The sight of Lord Becket and Mr. Mercer freezes his
blood in his veins.
�� Where is
it?� his father demands, �Where did you put the Heart of Davy Jones?�
�� For a
moment, he is silent but then he states coldly, �Back where it belongs,
father.�
�� You
brought it to the Dutchman?� His father sounds dumbfounded and Ethan manages to
hide a satisfied smile.
�� Aye. It is
his after all,� Ethan tells him with a calmness he definitely wasn�t feeling at
the moment. He forces himself to focus on his father and to keep his eyes from
the two males who were probably not happy with the news. The blow comes as a
surprise and knocks him to the ground.
�� You
miserable whelp!� his father roars. Ethan curls before his father can hit
anything really sensitive. He had known to expect something like this when he
stole the heart back.
�� If I may
interrupt, sir.� Hearing Beckett�s voice makes Ethan tremble. The man was a
definite monster and he didn�t want him within touching range of him. However,
it seemed that he was about to find out just how much of a monster the male was
when he is yanked to his feet by Mr. Mercer. �I will deal with this little
urchin, if you don�t mind.�
�� Keep it,�
his father grounds out, �Doesn�t do me a bit of good to house that whelp in my
house.�
�� It?�
Beckett asks with a raised eyebrow. Ethan swallows slightly wondering if his
father was going to reveal anything.
�� Yes, it.
Whelp didn�t have to decency to decide what gender it wanted to be.�
�� A
hermaphrodite?�
�� Yes.� The
word is spit acidically and Ethan feels it like a physical blow. He had thought
that he had gotten passed caring what his father thought about his dual gender.
Obviously some part of him was still looking for his father�s approval.
�� Beckett�s
laughter is chilling but not so much as the next words, �I think that this will
definitely be a fun endeavor than. I will find out where the Dutchman was last
and there will be nothing to stop me from owning the seas.�
�� Ethan�s
gray-blue eyes narrow in rage. �You�ll never find Davy Jones. He�s not one to
suffer such fools as you are, Lord Beckett,� he spits venomously. That earns
him pain in the form of Beckett�s hand squeezing the front of his leggings.
�� You would
do well to remember your place, pirate,� Beckett hisses, �because you are on
the top of the list of people I will enjoy torturing.�
�� All Ethan
can manage is a groan of pain in response. This really, really was going to end
badly for him, he could tell that. However, he doesn�t regret his decision to
protect the freedom of the seas. He squeezes his eyes shut and tries to quiet
the fear that is flooding through him. �I am going to enjoy making you regret
being born,� Beckett sneers.
�� S-sorry,
th-that�s already been done,� Ethan gasps out glaring at him spitefully, �but
you can always be the second person�unless you don�t like being in second place
for anything.� His satisfaction at the look of indignation on the male�s face
is short lived as he is violently squeezed again. Agony explodes along his
nerves and he can�t suppress the cry of pain.
�� Didn�t I
just tell you to remember your place, cur?�
�� Eyes
watering, Ethan just glares at him. He woudldn�t give this coward the
satisfaction of his submission. He�d be damned before he let this man break
him. �I hope that Davy Jones finds you, Beckett, and I hope he forces you into
service on his ship. That you would deserve!�
�� The next
blow stuns him and he only recovers his senses when he is thrown into a dingy
cell. Tumbling onto the floor, Ethan inwardly curses his nature to have to have
a comeback for everything said to him. He slowly draws himself over to the cot
that looks little better than what he already slept on. He sits there and
stares at the male standing by the door. �Are you going to give me some
scathing threat and then storm off to lick your wounds?� he asks.
�� You think
you are too tough to break, cur?� Beckett sneers, �I have faced stronger than
you and they have broken easily. You have more vulnerability than most and yet
you are exceedingly reckless. How stupid are you?�
�� I am not
stupid. I stand up for what I believe is right�no matter what.�
�� Well, then
allow me to teach you why that may not be a good idea given your�condition,�
the male sneers before stepping into the cell and closing the door after
handing the key to the silent, Mr. Mercer standing right outside the cell.
Ethan finds himself suddenly overtaken by the need to get as far from Beckett
as he could though he is not quite sure what the male was planning on doing to
him.�
�� When his
pants are stripped from him sprawling him onto the cot, every illusion of calm
that he has, vanishes and he scrambles to get off of the cot. However, it was
obvious that this bed was chosen specifically because he has trouble getting
purchase which gives Beckett time to tie his wrists above his head with his
recently stolen pants. Ethan thrashes unwilling to let the man degrade him like
this. Unfortunately, he lacks the physical strength that it would require for
such a feat while he is bound. He only succeeds in tiring himself out. Once his
body stills, Beckett sneers. �I think I am going to enjoy this,� he says before
opening him fully and giving a sadistic smile at what he finds, �Oh yes, I am
going to enjoy this very much indeed.�
�� Ethan can
only close his eyes and try to prepare himself for what was about to occur.
When he had decided upon this course of action, he hadn�t expected this as an
outcome. He had never had a doubt that he wouldn�t be found out. His father was
a pirate�but he was a pirate under the control of Lord Beckett. He knew him far
too well not to realize what he had done. He knew how much Ethan despised the
royal navy. However, with all that said, he would have done it anyway. The sea
was no one�s to own�especially not the disgusting pig of a man who was about to
degrade him and strip his virginity. He can only hope his efforts are
worthwhile.
Soon, his world is nothing but a
tearing agony centered at his very core and he can do nothing but scream. It is
only made more unpleasant by the laughter and the foul words coming from the
male trying to make him talk. The last coherent thought that Ethan has is �I
would rather be eaten by the Kraken then tell you a single thing.� The mercy of
unconsciousness claims him and he knows no more.
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