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Loving the Heartless	By : FlameWolf666 Category: Pirates of the Caribbean (All) > Het - Male/Female Views: 5825 -:- 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: Sorry for the cliffhanger. Jones isn’t gonna make this easy.

Chapter Three: Loyalty
    Several years passed and yet she kept going back to the same beach, waiting there from dawn until she simply got too tired to safely continue. She never gave up hope, determined to keep her promise to the sad looking man who waited for the mysterious woman who never came. Her patience was finally rewarded ten years later, when she got up at the break of dawn and walked to her normal spot on the beach to keep her vigil.
    The young female had already resigned herself to another day of waiting for nothing but she had a smile on her pale face. This time she had even packed a picnic for two, that way if he didn’t show up she would at least have a second meal. Whistling a merry sea shanty that her father had taught her, the boyishly dressed female made her way to the beach and smiled at the sun in the sky. If nothing else, it would be pleasantly warm today. Then she saw something that made her stop in her tracks.
    There, on her usual spot on the sand, sat a familiar looking, gaunt man who stared out at the sea. “Oi!” she called excitedly, embarrassed that she didn’t know his name. It had simply slipped her mind to ask it before he had left. The odd nobleman turned to face her, a surprised look on his thin, pale face. It almost looked like he hadn’t been eating properly or been caring for himself. There was even a faint dusting of gray by his temples, giving him a tired, forlorn look.
    “Ye kept yer word,” he murmured, his voice unsteady as he got to his feet to greet her.
    “Well of course I did! What kind of proper pirate would be if I didn’t?” she giggled, amused at the irony of her statement. Her strange captain grinned in return, the emotion reaching his grey-blue eyes and warming them as she ran down to meet him.
    “Jus’ look at ye! Yer all skinny and underfed. You also look like it’s been a dog’s age since you’ve gotten any sleep,” the young woman chastised, slipping into pirate lingo briefly as her sea-green eyes looked him over. Just that simple statement seemed to rock the lonely looking man to his very core, his haunted looking eyes slipping closed as his grin widened.
    “Nay, I’m afraid I’ve been far too preoccupied,” he replied as his eyes slid open and went to the large sack she held in her hands. The ebony haired female smiled at him knowingly before setting her burden down on the sugar white sand.
    “Well it’s no wonder! What were ye doin’ all these years?” she chirped, humming to herself as she opened the sack and took out a large blanket. With a quick shake, she spread the tattered, dark red fabric on the sun warmed beach.
    “Been wandering the seas mostly, lookin’ fer ways to distract my achin’ heart. What about yerself?” he asked, his accented voice still jovial despite the tinge of sadness that was now there. The lanky, noble looking pirate lowered himself to the blanket with a sigh, shrugging off his heavy, black coat and allowing it to fall in the sand behind him. Once he was settled, he noticed his question had caused an odd reaction in his female companion.
    The young woman blushed heavily, fiddling with the hem of her form fitting, red shirt. “Now I don’t want ye thinkin’ less of me but ya jus’ looked so lonely that I... I didn’t want to risk missin’ ya when ye came back. I... I waited here from the time I awoke ‘til the time I was too tired to safely continue,” she murmured softly, slipping into nearly full pirate dialect from her embarrassment. In an effort to avoid her mysterious captain’s gaze, the flustered female set to bringing out the wrapped bundles of food she had prepared.
    “And ye even prepared a lunch fer us both it seems,” her male companion replied, his cultured voice right against her ear as he pressed close behind her; his strong hands briefly covering hers as they halted her movements.
    The boyishly dressed woman sighed softly, a faint blush on her cheeks as she smiled shyly back at him. “Aye, I wanted to be prepared in the event you came as well as the event you didn’t so I packed double,” she replied, her voice low and husky as her entire body began to tingle. His stormy eyes stared back at her heatedly, briefly going storm cloud grey as his hand settled loosely on her black clad hips.
    “Why did ya go through so much trouble fer me?” he rumbled out pulling away from her as a slightly tortured looked came across his gaunt face. Want was clear in the lines of his face but something was clearly holding him back.
    Seeing the look in his eyes, the young female knew instantly what it was that was holding him back. Her mysterious companion still felt honor bound to stay loyal to the female who never showed up. “No trouble at all! I told ya I was gonna wait and I did. Nothing I wouldn’t do for any friend,” she replied, sitting down on the blanket and offering him a sandwich.
    “A friend... Aye, I’d like that,” he sighed, his smile reappearing as he sat opposite of her and gently took the sandwich.
    “Some friend I am though, I never gave ye my name. My parents call me Sarah,” the young woman replied, taking a bite of her sandwich as she offered a hand to her male companion. The noble looking pirate captain gently grasped it in one of his, his hand warm and soft as his smile softened into something more tender.
    “Ye look like a pirate and yet ye don’t even have a pirate name fer yerself. Since ye gave yer true name, I will give mine as well. I am called Davey Jones,” he murmured, his smooth, accented voice holding an almost nervous edge as his touch lingered on her hand. The black haired female only looked at him with a stunned astonishment.
    “D-davey Jones... Are ye... are ye the Davey Jones?” she gasped out, her voice holding only awe and deep respect; not the fear he clearly expected to hear.
    “Aye,” he replied quietly, releasing her hand as he took a bite out of his own sandwich; relaxing slightly when it didn’t seem like she was going to run away.
    “So this woman ye’ve been pinin’ over...,” the young woman murmured to herself quietly, her sea-green eyes going to the ocean briefly.
    “Aye...,” sighed the guardian of the dead, heartbreak clear in his cultured voice as he took another bite of his sandwich. Sarah only looked at him with sympathetic eyes before she slowly scooted to sit next to him.
    Jones looked down at her with a surprised look, a dark brow quirked slightly at the young female leaning against him. “I’ll keep ye company until she comes,” the young, pale woman promised, nibbling her sandwich quietly as she rested against him. The noble-born pirate could only swallow thickly, emotion clear in his stormy eyes as he wrapped an arm loosely around her shoulders.
    “Thank ye,” he replied softly, his cultured voice thick and gruff as he briefly rested his cheek against her ebony hair.
    All too soon the day was coming to an end. The sun slowly began to dip below the waves as Sarah and her mysterious captain stood side by side and stared out at the ocean. “I shouldn’ expect anythin’ else by now,” the guardian of the dead sighed, his voice rough and husky as tears began to slip down his hollow cheeks. Sarah’s lips pursed slightly in response before she gently slid her hand into his. The captain jolted beside her as if shocked, looking down at her with a wild mixture of emotions before his hand tightened gently on hers.
    The twenty-six year old smiled up at him kindly, before walking in front of him and cupping his pale, thin face. “I know it may not mean much but I’ll be waitin’ fer ya. I’ll wait another ten years if I need to,” she whispered, her turquoise eyes swimming with unshed tears as she stood tip-toe to place a chaste kiss on his lips. A soft exhalation escaped the pirate captain as her lips lingered over his for the span of a few seconds before she began to pull away.
    To her shock, his arms wrapped around her viciously tight as his lips fairly crashed down on hers. His lithe body trembled as one of his hands moved through her ebony locks. His tongue lapped at her stunned lips, begging entrance which she willingly granted. Then his tongue was in her mouth, fairly claiming it as he let out a soft growl. As he continued to kiss her senseless, the young woman found her hands slowly coming up to rest on his back as her tongue began to tangle with his on its own.
    Then he broke the kiss with a harsh snarl, his grey-blue eyes filled with anguish and clear need as he rested his forehead against hers. “The next time I come back, I’ll have a proper pirate name fer ye,” he rasped out, releasing her and moving away as his entire body continued to shudder. Sarah only watched him, a sad smile on her face as the last vestiges of light left the sky and he stepped into the ocean. Then, simply unable to watch him leave, the distraught woman let out a quiet sob and ran home.
    Jones awoke, a strangled sob leaving his lips as he shot up in bed. His heart shuddered in the coral-like urn beside his bed, earning a baleful glare from the lovecraftian captain. The longer he was around the accursed the thing the more he felt. He was even feeling guilty for his actions against the female in his hold. Letting out a low snarl of vicious anger, the deformed pirate got to his mismatched feet and grabbed his gnarled, barnacle encrusted cane. As he placed his large, black hat over his octopus-like head, his heart shuddered again inside the black urn; causing an unwanted flood of guilt to fill him. “Alright, I’ll go see to her if ye’ll shut up!” he hissed, glaring at the hated object before he limped to his door and fairly threw it open in his rage.
    Flame was dimly aware of something wet moving over her still screaming wounds, drawing a pained grunt from the groggy female. “So yer alive after all,” came an unfamiliar but oddly kind male voice from above her. Turning her head slowly, the once pirate captain opened her nearly lifeless eyes to look at who was tending to her wounds. Standing above her was another aberration of the ship but this one looked more human than the others. Various sea life stuck out of his face and a starfish clung to the half melted right side of his face. Pieces of the ship itself almost seemed to stick out of his back and his black, stringy hair hung in his face in greasy strands.
    “W-water,” she rasped out, her voice barely above a whisper. Her throat felt like the sahara desert and her throat clicked dryly as she swallowed futilely. Her seeming caretaker nodded slightly before reaching into a bucket and leaning down to bring a dripping spoon to her slightly cracked lips.
    Just as the battered, nearly dead woman was about to take a sip, a loud noise startled both of them; making the strange man jump and drop the spoon as he turned to stare at something. Moaning as quietly as she could manage from just the pain of moving her head, Flame lifted her head just enough to see what he companion was staring at. There, standing at the bottom of the stairs and glowering from beneath a slimy brow, was Davey Jone; his half tentacle hand grasping his walking stick tightly. “Cap’n! I’m jus’ takin’ care of the young miss like ye told me,” the deformed man in the cage with her stammered, his voice thick with fear.
    Flame’s own eyes widened slightly at the sight of the monstrous captain but she just simply didn’t have the strength to feel any fear. With the dim agony roaring through her back and how weak she felt from blood loss, the ex-captain didn’t have the energy to much care about anything. With a small, unintentional whimper, the weakened female allowed her head to fall to the damp, rotted wood with dull thud that echoed in the silent room. “Git out,” Jones hissed as her eyes slid shut in resignation. He had clearly changed his mind and had come back to finish what he started.
    Needless to say, her strange helper was gone within moments; leaving her alone with the silent captain. The only signal she had of his approach was the thump of his crab leg and cane and he limped toward her. Instead of feeling fear, the brave female pirate merely resigned herself to her fate. She didn’t even flinch when the metal door of the cage clanged loudly as it was thrown open. Instead of begging or pleading, a smile appeared on her strained, pale face as her eyes remained shut.
    To her surprise, the odd footsteps stopped right beside her and instead of the finishing blow she expected; she felt an almost gentle touch on the still open wounds on her back. His tentacle index finger slowly slid over the wounds, soothing them instead of causing more pain; drawing a small sound of relief from the shocked female lying on the floor. It almost felt as if Jones was using what powers he had to heal the damage he caused. Instead of questioning it, Flame merely stayed silent and let it happen.
    As the slimy appendage slowly swiped along the last of the wounds on her back, the ship jolted violently as if hit. Hissing harshly, the beastly captain straightened and walked from the room at a fast pace; leaving behind a thoroughly confused pirate female who stared at his retreating back. As he disappeared up the steps, Flame found herself dazedly sitting up and feeling her back. All the pain of before had simply vanished along with all the wounds that had once littered her pale back. A soft, hopeful smile appearing on her trembling lips, the ex-captain got to her feet and began to look for some clothing and a weapon. From the feel of it, there was about to be a fight.
    Jones stood at the helm of his ship, a furious snarl on his slimy face as his tentacle beard writhed below his chin. Even the tentacles framing his lips snapped irritably as his corpse-like eyes fixed on a familiar black ship slowly circling around his. The tattered, black sails fluttered in the wind as it’s crew scuttled around to reload the cannons. “Prepare to board!” the lovecraftian captain ordered, the valve in his left cheek popping from his fury. His crew of abominations rushed to fulfill his wishes, loading cannons and preparing grappling hooks while Jones turned the ship to meet the ‘Pearl’.
    The two ships circled eachother like two giant predators until the ‘Dutchman’ made a sharp turn, colliding it’s side against the rival vessel’s. Crews on both ships fought to keep their feet as Jones’ crew rushed to secure the Pearl with grappling hooks and thick ropes. Within moments crews from both ships flooded eachother in a flurry of swords and swearing as both groups fought to overwhelm the other. Jones glared at the intruders on his ship before drawing his saber-like sword and jumping from the helm to join his crew in the fight for the ‘Dutchman’.
    Flame came charging out of the hold dressed in dingy rags she had managed to find, a rusty, dull blade gripped tightly in her right hand. Her turquoise eyes quickly assessed the situation until she saw Jones fighting a large group viciously. His blade mercilessly cut through limbs, blood spraying in the air as the hapless victim fell backward screaming. In the midst of the chaos, the twisted captain didn’t notice Jack Sparrow sneaking off toward the Captain’s Quarters.
    Realization flared within her and her heart began to race as the black haired pirate began to run after the captain of the ‘Pearl’. She had a pretty good suspicion of what Jack was after and she would give her life to protect it. Dodging expertly around the pirates fighting around her, Flame burst into the spacious room with a low growl just as the dreadlocked captain was reaching for the urn. Then, in a motion much too fast to see, the woman was launching herself at him; both of them going into a roll along the rotted boards of the cabin. “Ye can’t tell me ye still want him to have that after what he’s no doubt put ye through,” Jack gasped out breathlessly as he finally managed to pin her and was now struggling to hold her in place.
    The female fought like a wildcat, hissing and arching under him in an effort to throw him off her in any way she can. “I’d rather see the entire seven seas dead and barren than have his heart in the hands of the likes of you! You just want to use it to control him, to make him do as you want,” she spat venomously, her hands itching to scratch the living daylights out of the man currently straddling her.
    “Goddammit why! You little fool! He has no capability to feel and with his heart out of harm’s way, there’ll be no tellin’ just what he’ll do!” Jack hissed, a desperate look on his tanned face as he looked pleadingly down at her.
    “Ye’ll have to kill me before I let ye lay a finger on it,” Flame snarled, her sea-green eyes full of deadly promise as she glared up at the captain who was currently pinning her to the rotting wood. Then, with a scream louder than she thought she was capable of, Flame surged upward and successfully flung Jack off her.
    Getting to her feet and moving between him and the almost living urn, the ex-captain held her blunt sword in a defensive posture towards the goateed captain. Jack also got to his feet, his almost black eyes full of regret as he drew his own sword. “Sarah, don’t do this luv,” he pleaded, his voice sounding strained as he got into an offensive stance with his blade.
    “The name is Flame, Jack! You lost any right to call me that years ago!” Flame screamed, betrayal clear in her voice as she rushed forward to meet his blade with hers.
    Jones had just cleared the area around himself of enemies when he noticed his cabin door was wide open. With a furious snarl, the monstrous captain limped toward the open room. His gait was more unsteady due to him having to discard his cane to fight but Jones was still able to move as fast as any able bodied man, easily making it to his cabin within moments. As he got closer, the sound of fighting came from within; causing him to tighten his tentacle index finger tighter around his sword hilt as he made his way inside.
    The octopus-like pirate was greeted with the sight of Flame engaged in a sword fight with Jack Sparrow, her barely clothed body between the enemy captain and the black urn that contained his heart. The female’s face was a mask of rage and her turquoise eyes burned with determination as her dull sword clashed against Jack’s quite sharp one, creating loud clanging noises as she merely kept him away from his goal. Without asking questions, Jones jumped into the fray; his sword joining hers in holding off a particularly vicious blow from the other captain.
    Jack immediately went deathly pale, abject fear coming over his face as he began to back away from Jones. “Ah, I see it’s time fer me ta be goin’,” he gasped out in a weak voice before he simply turned tail and ran. The rest of his crew, seeing their captain fleeing, dropped their weapons and joined him; fairly flooding back onto their ship and beginning the work of cutting themselves free. Not about to have any of it, Jones stumped out onto the deck once more; his crab leg thumping loudly on the blackened wood.
    “After them! Leave no survivors,” the monstrous captain barked out, his dead eyes full of rage as he watched his crew swarm over the ‘Pearl’.
    The hapless crew of the doomed ship began to lower lifeboats while some of them tried to hold off the horde of abominations. The ones who didn’t make it onto the boats were captured and brought on board the ‘Dutchman’. Soon the living and the dead were lined up in front of the pacing Jones, the tentacles on his face slithering restlessly as he glowered down at them. Flame, who now felt quite woozy and weak now that the adrenaline of earlier had worn off, tottered to stand with the crew to watch their punishment.
    Her legs felt like literal jelly and she was having a difficult enough time just staying upright, let alone try to move anymore. The edges of her vision had even gone a frightening grey which she knew was from a lack of food and blood loss. It would be a miracle if she could make it back down to the hold without passing out. Even her breath was coming in ragged pants as she fought with every fiber of her being to stay standing. Her entire body shaking with effort, Flame watched as her captain sized up the captured for likely crew members.
    Davey Jones dealt with the dead bodies first, leaning down over them and opening their mouths. Then he was reaching into the open mouth with his tentacle finger, slowly going deeper and causing the dead throat to bulge slightly. Fighting the urge to gag at the sight, Flame watched with fascinated eyes as he began to pull the appendage back; the tip clutching something that looked like a blob of blue fire.
    The beast-like captain looked down at the swirling ball, an odd look of anger and envy on his tentacle covered face. Then he slowly got to his feet, pressing the ball of fire into the mast of the ship; causing a brief blue glow to surround the ship. Some of the damage caused by the battle was fixed in an instant, drawing a small gasp of wonder from Flame. She found herself wondering just how many souls were used to just keep the ship afloat and shuddered at the unpleasant idea.
    Looking at Jones sadly as he bent by another body to repeat the process, the pirate found herself remembered some of the legend her father had told her about Jones as a child. Davey Jones was the ferryman of souls, supposed to escort the dead to their final peace in exchange for immortality and one day ashore every ten years. One day ashore to spend with his beloved who burdened him with this task to begin with. Just looking at the ship around her told her he hadn’t done his duty in many a year. He had allowed Calypso’s unreliable nature get the better of him and darken his very soul.
    Unable to watch the grim scene anymore, the saddened woman simply turned and began to make her way back to the hold. As she weakly stumbled down the stairs, she had to support herself on the rotting wall with one hand. Barely having enough strength to make it to the bottom of the stairs before she collapsed, Flame crumpled into a gasping heap and fought to remain conscious. The blood loss of last night certainly wasn’t helping her current condition and if she wasn’t able to eat soon she wouldn’t live long enough to fix just what was so wrong here. So, gritting her teeth with determination, the weakened female dragged herself across the floor until she reached a lone barrel of apples.
    Huffing heavily through her nose, the ex-captain reached into the barrel to grab one of the very few apples that were left in the container; allowing herself to slide to the floor after with a sigh. Nibbling on the apple weakly, Flame turned her head to watch the entrance to the hold. As she ate the small piece of fruit, her stomach roiled and turned rebelliously; making the weakened pirate release a frustrated sigh. “Just keep that down okay? That’s all I ask,” she pleaded softly, stopping a few nibbles into the apple reluctantly.
    As she fought to keep the small amount of food down, she heard the dreaded thump of Jones’ approach. Groaning softly, Flame began to weakly drag herself toward the cell she had come from. She was just barely halfway on her painful journey before Jones’ harsh voice made her flinch. “What do ye think ye’re doin’?” he hissed, his accented voice full of anger as she rolled over to look up at him.
    “I’m sorry cap’n. I’ll be back in the cage in a moment. I couldn’t just let ye fight ‘em by yer onesome,” she gasped out, slipping in and out of pirate lingo as her vision greyed even more and went hazy. Instead of answering, he was picking her up with a vicious snarl and he was carrying her up the steps. Despite everything that happened, Flame couldn’t help but nestle into his chest; one of her hand tightening on a barnacle encrusted lapel of his sea-worn coat. No matter what happened next, she would never regret anything she had gone though. Still smiling, the small pirate blacked out and knew no more.
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