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Loving the Heartless	By : FlameWolf666 Category: Pirates of the Caribbean (All) > Het - Male/Female Views: 5808 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I don’t own anything or anyone from Pirates of the Caribbean. If I did I would have a mansion and 12 cars by now. This is just for fun and I make no profit from this.

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Author’s Note: Been a weird ride but it’s finally over. I hope you guys enjoyed this fic!

Chapter Ten: Measure of a Soul
    Darkness, emptiness and a sensation of floating. Yet, somewhere in the empty void, she could feel a distant presence. ‘Where am I?” she tried to call, only to hear no noise leave her lips.
    ‘Do you truly love him?’ asked an accented, echoey voice from inside her head; making her brain hurt.
    ‘Who do you mean? Where am I? Who are you?’ she gasped, struggling in the nothing that suspended her body. She had no sense of who she was or where she was, only that she didn’t want to be here.
    ‘Do ya love him?!’ came the insistent, jamaican voice, now right beside her ear. Flinching, the blind female turned to look at more darkness.
    ‘I don’t know who you’re talking about! The only person my heart belongs to is Jones! What the Hell am I doing here?’ she snarled at the voice, only to have her vision filled with white as she was teleported somewhere else.
    Gasping, Flame found herself on all fours on the deck of the ‘Dutchman’; Mr. Gibbs, Jones and Jack looking down at her with equal amounts of concern. A bit disoriented, the former captain shot to her feet and looked around in a panic. “Sarah, what’s botherin’ ya,” Davy whispered, taking her half clothed arms in a tight grip.
    “I... how did I get here?” she gasped, looking around with a dazed expression.
    ‘Prove yer love fer him, prove ya would give anything fer him,’ hissed the voice from earlier making her heart leap in fear. It was then a sudden jolt made the entire crew stagger.
    Looking up, the piratess saw an Imperial ship ramming into them; soldiers pouring onto the ship of the dead. “Stay here,” Jones bit out, his blue eyes holding an urgency as he spun to join his crew in the fight. Flame watched for a few seconds before she saw a colonel raising his sword to stab her beloved in the back. Time seemed to freeze as her body launched forward, barely shoving the legendary male out of the way before the cruel blade plunged down; severing her spine. She had just enough time to hear Jones screaming her name before reality faded away and she found herself suspended in the void once more.
    The blood that had once been flowing from her mouth was now gone, as was the crippling pain in her spine and the sensation of dying. ‘What the fuck is going on?! Why are you doing this to me?’ she screamed, all sense of herself gone again. All that was left was an aching feeling where her heart should be. Just seeing Jones that close to death had been deeply distressing. If she had been a few seconds later... she couldn’t even bear to think of it.
    ‘Would you truly lay down your life for his?’ came the disbelieving, female voice by her ear, making the ex-captain dearly wish she could claw her tormentor’s face.
    ‘Over and over again if I could,’ Sarah bit out, gasping when the dark skinned face of Calypso appeared right beside her head. The freckled Goddess sneered cruelly, her dreds hanging in her face and giving her a disheveled appearance.
    ‘I do not believe ye,’ the deity hissed, her brown eyes narrowing as the scene whirled and changed once more.
    Next thing she knew, she saw Jack lunging at Jones with his sword drawn. In a split second she was blocking the blow with her own body, spitting her blood into her beloved’s face as he released a cry of anguish. Then the scene flashed to Jones very nearly getting beheaded by Mr. Gibbs and she once again threw herself into action. Again and again the scene changed, each a different, more horrifying scene of Jones’ possible death. Again and again, she felt her own death before having to save him again. ‘No, no ye canna love him like I do,’ the angry Goddess snarled as the scenes began to blur together.
    Finally she found herself suspended in the void again, her body aching from exertion. ‘Please, please stop. Just seeing him so close to death over and over is tearing me apart. I’ll do whatever you want, just leave Davy alone,’ she begged, her chest heaving as she panted. Calypso’s head appeared beside her head, a stricken expression on her floating face.
    ‘I would never hurt him,’ the sea deity murmured as the room swirled and the scene changed once more. Sarah could only close her eyes, praying to any other deity that was watching that this torture would just end. She had no more energy left to protect any more phantoms, leaving the option of sitting and watching someone she loved get killed.
    When the spinning stopped, Flame was almost afraid to open her eyes. “Calypso, if ya hurt her I swear t’ya that I will find some way t’make yer life even more miserable,” came a snarled, muffled threat that sounded like it came from the other side of the door.
    “It would break ya t’ see him hurt, just as it would me,” came the accented voice of before, making the pirate open her turquoise eyes. Right beside her bed was a rather human looking Calypso, giving her a thoughtful glance.
    “Of course I would, even in this state; I would give all I had to see him safe,” Flame replied, her voice a rough whisper from her screaming. She must have been calling for Jones during the whole ordeal, no doubt adding to the captain’s distress. The Goddess of the seas only nodded before getting to her feet and taking her pale chin in her hand.
    “Take care o’ his heart better than I did child,” she whispered in a strained voice, shining tears flowing down her chocolate cheeks as her lips pressed against the ailing pirate’s. The pair was surrounded in a bright, warm light as Flame felt her wasted limbs fill with life once more.
    “I will be watchin’ ya both,” Calypso murmured, her voice filling the room as her body slowly faded into the light and disappeared.
    As soon as the deity was gone, the door was swinging open to reveal three men fighting to get inside at once. The trio were currently fighting for loudest as well as the coveted position of being first in the room. Giggling a bit at the sight, Flame swung her legs over the side of her borrowed bed; marveling at her healthy body. It had been years since she had been a normal weight, she even looked fat to herself even though she was on par with other women. “Sarah,” Jones and Jack whispered in unison, both scrambling to pull themselves in and succeeding with a pop; sending all three flying into a far wall. Despite that, all three were on their feet and rushing to her side; all of them asking her something different at the same time.
    “One at a time! One at a time,” begged the stunned female, her head beginning to swim from the sheer commotion.
    “What happened!” a newly shaven Jones urged, his grayish blue eyes full of concern as he shoved his way to her and took one of her hand in his. His gaunt face was pale and strained as he searched her for injury, his lips pressing against the back of her hand over and over.
    “She... tested me, then basically gave us her blessing and left. I’m cured Davy,” the newly rejuvenated female explained, shuddering at the unwelcome memory. The ferrier of the dead only stared at her for a few moments, barely breathing or blinking; as if afraid this would all disappear.
    The silence stretched between the pair as reality began to sink in. She was cured, Jones had been forgiven and they basically had the blessing of a Goddess to go forward with their relationship. “Sarah, fer so long I’ve wanted... I don’t even know where to...,” the stunned pirate whispered before wrapping his shaking arms around her, tears rolling down his bony cheeks. Behind him, Mr. Gibbs and Sparrow looked at the pair before looking at one another.
    “Well, we’ll be right outside if ye be needin’ us,” the older man murmured, leading a defeated but resigned looking Jack behind him. This went largely ignored by Jones and Flame, the pair embracing tightly as the legendary pirate wept silently.
    “Sarah, oh Sarah. I can finally show you, finally tell you just how I have felt for you these long decades,” gasped Jones as he pulled back to pepper her face with achingly tender kisses.
    “All th’ long centuries afore, ye made up fer them all in three decades. I cannot begin to tell ya how much it meant t’me that ye kept comin’ back, that ye came t’search fer me,” his voice thick with emotion as his quivering lips tentatively met hers.
    “I loved you Davy, I never stopped loving you. Not even when ye gave up yer human looks and yer heart,” the former captain whispered, wrapping her own arms around his pale neck and placing her own kisses on his face. Jones pulled back to respond, stopping when the dark haired female placed her fingertips on his lips.
    “Before you even start, I already told you. There is nothing to forgive. After how long Calypso ignored you, who could blame you for tearing out your heart to escape the pain,” she whispered before meeting his mouth passionately, her tongue swiping along his as he sat on the dilapidated mattress. Then Flame was pushing the taller male onto his back, straddling his lithe hips as she smiled down at him.
    Looking down at the changed male caused a rush of nostalgia to wash through the pirate and she found herself back on the beach that first day she had seen him on the beach. She had been but sixteen and she still found her heart drawn to him. Heaving a deep sigh, the forty-two year old leaned down nip gently at his neck as her shaking hands slid his coat of his broad but lean shoulders. “I have been waiting for this moment for thirty-six years, do not ruin it with your ‘what ifs’ and ‘should have beens’,” the ocean eyed femme begged, her shaking fingers undoing his buttons one at a time.
    “Sarah,” Jones breathed in a gruff voice, his hips moving in small circles beneath her as his lips began to return her fervor. His hands came up to grasp her hips just as her own shoved his rough, cotton shirt open and spanned on his scarred chest.
    “Just show me how you feel now,” Flame hissed, her turquoise eyes flashing as she smirked down at the feared captain beneath her. She would be lying if she said she didn’t feel a rush of power seeing such a legendary monster staring up at her like his whole world hinged on her next actions. Then her lips were capturing a pink nipple as his long fingered hands wrapped in her butt length, midnight hair.
    Jones let out a throaty groan, his erection pressing against her stomach through his pants. Just knowing she had this much power over his body caused a rush of confidence and lust to arc through her, pooling in her lower stomach and tightening harshly. Releasing his flesh to lean back and look at his gaunt face, the panting female impatiently pulled her borrowed top over her head; wanting there to be as little clothing between them as possible. The sound the pirate beneath her released caused her confidence to shoot up another notch and she found herself purring at him in return.
    Lifting her hips so she could reach between their bodies, Flame undid Jones’ pants with impatient hands before tearing her own off her body. As soon as their lower garments were gone, the ex-captain pressed her aching slit against his pulsing manhood; drawing a hiss from both of them as their hips jolted upward in unison. Releasing a shuddering keen, the lust fogged female leaned forward to meet his lips as she ground herself along him.
    Suddenly she found herself on her back, Jones staring down at her with some of his dark hair hanging free of his ponytail. Then he was removing the clothing adorning his torso before pressing his lips to hers in a possessive, needy kiss. “Sarah,” he snarled against her mouth before he began blazing a trail down her pale body. Losing so much weight so rapidly had resulted in innumerable stretchmarks but the mighty pirate didn’t seem to mind, kissing each one until he reached the junction between her legs.
    “This’ll be one of the few times I wish I still had that blasted beard of tentacles,” Davy rumbled in an oddly lascivious tone, moments before his tongue met her weeping womanhood. Flame’s back arched up in response, a moan leaving her as her thighs spread around his head. Her hands flew to his hair and held on, small keens leaving the panting woman when he latched onto her pearl and began to suck.
    With each swipe of his skilled tongue, it felt like balls of electricity were exploding inside her core. His name left her lips in small gasps as her hips writhed beneath him, her body subconsciously chasing the elusive sensation building inside her. “Give me yer pleasure,” Jones rumbled against her junction, drawing a strangled cry from the writhing piratess.
    “D-davy, oh Gods,” Flame gasped out, her fingers winding in his slicked back hair as she stiffened and fell apart beneath him.
    Before she could even gather her wits, he was placing himself at her entrance as he nuzzled her neck. “My Sarah,” he sighed as he entered her, every muscle in his lean body tensing and shuddering.
    “My Davy,” she replied, her legs wrapping around his waist as he began to move. Flame whimpered as pleasure coiled thickly within her, the pressure growing more and more intense. Then she was exploding, her hands coming up to grab Jones’ head and neck as her hips helplessly undulated. Her voice breathlessly cried his name as he stiffened and spilled within her.
    Losing consciousness as she came down from her high, the female was aware of Jones kissing her all over as he pulled her into his strong arms. “I love ya Davy,” whispered the sleepy, sated female, dozing off as the ferrier of the dead pressed a kiss to her forehead.
    “I love you too Sarah, from now til the end of time,” the newly human pirate rasped, his stormy gaze fixed on the door. No matter how tired he was, he would watch her while she slept.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Months Later~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
    So much had happened, it seemed hard to believe only eight and a half months had passed. The first thing that had happened was a reconciliation between Jones and Sparrow, an event that stunned all parties involved. Even the participants themselves seemed shocked as they shook hands before they parted company. “Take good care of her,” Jack had hissed before he scrambled across a plank that led to the ‘Pearl’. Jones had stiffened for a moment before nodding and wrapping an arm around Flame’s shoulders.
    It wasn’t long after that they found out she was pregnant. In fact, they had found that out due to an unfortunate morning revolving around her vomiting. At first they had panicked, thinking the former captain had relapsed into her previous illness. After a visit to a ‘healer’ in Tortuga, it was found out she was carrying a child. A fact she had been scared to reveal to Jones for days after. With everything he had been through, Flame found herself a bit afraid of how he would react.
    When he became insistent on knowing why she could keep down little food, the once fierce pirate had told him. All her fears had turned out unfounded when the feared captain wrapped her in a tight hug and peppered her face with kisses. His hand had found it’s way to her stomach and rested there, moving in small circles despite the fact there was no outward sign of their child yet. After that day he hadn’t strayed further from her side than necessary, making sure she wanted for nothing.
    As the months had worn on, the noble looking man had grown more and more protective; asking her if she was alright if she so much as hiccupped. As much as she found his concern adorable, she was beginning to get tired of his coddling. When it started getting closer to when she would be giving birth, the unflappable Jones had dissolved into a nervous wreck. He now paced almost constantly when he wasn’t asking if she was alright. The strain of his worry showed all over his gaunt, pale face, giving him the appearance of a living skeleton. It got so bad that Flame had finally insisted they pick up Jack just so she would have someone to help her stay sane.
    As it turned out, having the infamous male around had helped significantly; helping Jones relax enough to get some much needed rest. Unlike the ferryman of souls, Jack seemed to know a bit about pregnant woman and handled this a lot more calmly than either of them suspected. Chuckling at her memories, the heavily pregnant pirate ran a hand over her huge dome. If it hadn’t been for her former enemy, both her and Davy would have gone batty long ago.
    “Hey, you doing okay?” came a gentle baritone from the door, drawing the attention of the reclining female.
    “Yeah, the pains are still quite a ways apart,” she assured her would-be midwife, closing her sea-green eyes as a pain washed through her.
    “Call me when they get closer,” her old friend urged, making her chuckle slightly. Jones was stuck taking a boatful of souls to the afterlife, leaving her in the capable hands of Sparrow. With how things were progressing, Flame had little doubt her beloved would return in time for the birth of his firstborn.
    Hours later and Jack was holding her hand as she struggled to relax through the latest intense pain. Her ebony hair clung to her white forehead as she breathed through the agony wracking her body. “Won’t be much longer now Sarah. Blast it, where the Hell is Jones?” the dreadlocked captain hissed, a tanned hand spreading over her contracting dome.
    “Mmmmnnn,” was the most the laboring pirate could respond with, her body shuddering as her waters broke with a pop.
    As if summoned, in the door stood Jones; a hectic expression on his pale face. As soon as his stormcloud gaze landed on his lover, his was at her side in seconds. Nodding to his fellow captain, Jack moved to kneel between his former partner’s shuddering thighs. Giving the panting female an apologetic glance, Sparrow began to fiddle with her swollen entrance with his fingers. “You’re fully dilated dear. Push on your next pain,” he urged, grabbing a blanket and positioning his arms to catch. Taking a deep breath and grasping Davy’s hand, Flame nodded before doing as was asked of her.
    Soon she felt something large drop into her tight canal, drawing a gasp from the burning sensation of being stretched. Clasping Jones’ hand to distract herself from her discomfort, Flame pushed as hard as she could; collapsing backwards as soon as the pain ended. Unfortunately she didn’t get long to rest before she was pushing once more, small whimpers of pain leaving her as her child began to slowly crown. “You’re doing good Sarah. Your baby’s starting to crown,” Jack assured her unnecessarily. Leaning her head against her lover’s shoulder and releasing a small sob, the laboring captain pushed until the pain ended; her body sagging once it was over.
    “I’m right here,” came an encouraging rasp in her ear, helping the agony filled woman find the strength to push with her next contraction. Bit by bit she felt more of the child’s head leave her, making her grit her teeth from the burning sensation.
    “Almost there,” came a soothing baritone from between her shaking legs, making the pain dazed pirate groan in frustration when the latest wave ended. It felt like she was midway through pushing out a watermelon and she just wanted this torture to end.
    All too soon the next pain came, her body forcing her to push hard; Jones’ accented voice murmuring encouragement in her ear. Suddenly she felt the head pop free and she released the breath she had been holding at the relief of pressure. Despite her exhaustion, her body forced her to push again; her teeth grinding together as she felt the shoulders start to come. “Oh f-fuck,” Flame snarled, burrowing her sweaty face into Jones’ chest when the burning in her womanhood overwhelmed her.
    “Shhh, it’s almost over,” the feared male husked, his voice sounding strained from helplessness and worry. One of his callused hands moved through her midnight hair in a soothing manner, helping distract the birthing female from the agony she was feeling.
    Soon her body was forcing her to push once more, drawing frightened, pained whimpers from Flame. Then she felt something leave her, followed quickly by more stretching. “You’re doing great. Nearly there Sarah,” encouraged the voice from between her legs as the other shoulder popped free. Then there was a vague pulling sensation as their child entered the world and began to squall.
    “A little girl,” the voice she remembered was Jack announced as she felt something slimy leave her in a rush.
    Jones released a breath neither of them realized he had been holding before his lips met her sweaty forehead. “Thank you Sarah,” he rasped, tears slipping down his bony cheeks as he took his cleaned and wrapped daughter from his former enemy.
    “No Jones, thank you. My life would have never been the same if I hadn’t met you,” the tired piratess confessed, her eyes slipping closed as she drifted off into slumber. Her life would be hard and full of dangers but she had never felt more at peace in her entire life.

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