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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: The next chapters are gonna be all sorts of fun to write. *end sarcasm*

Chapter Seven: Subjugation
    Flame was unsurprised when Jones grabbed her hair in a rough grip when he was done tending to the wounds he had caused. In fact, she had expected it. When he forced her to all fours, she merely complied; looking up at him with her sea-green eyes. The tentacled male only sneered down at her, making a twirling motion with his mostly human right hand. In said appendage, a glowing rope that looked like it was made out of souls appeared. Then he was attaching it to her neck, ignoring her wince of pain as it burned her skin as well as the resulting guilt from the heart on the shelf above his bed. “Since I can’t ge’ rid o’ ya, yer t’be no more than a pet. Yer t’stay on all fours at all times and yer no’ allowed t’wear clothes. Yer also forbidden to talk t’any o’ the crew, do ye understand?” he hissed, bringing his mucus coated face within inches of her own.
    Rather than answering verbally and risk another flogging, the former captain settled for nodding while keeping eye contact. “Gewd, seems ye’ve alreaday learned. Come, we be goin’ on deck t’decide what’s to be done with the ‘Pearl’,” Jones snarled, giving the glowing leash a harsh yank and causing the cord around her neck to burn her severely. Biting her lip to keep in her pain, Flame crawled after him as fast as her wasted limbs could manage. Without being able to eat properly, her disease was effectively going into hyperdrive. It wouldn’t be too much longer before the fight to save Jones would simply be taken out of her hands. She was snapped out of her dreary thoughts when the beastly captain yanked her to a stop. Wincing at the burning pain in her neck, the piratess looked up to see they were at the wheel of the ‘Dutchman’.
    “Bootstrap!” he screamed, summoning a man that was very familiar to the humiliated woman. After a few seconds of looking at the man’s tired, deformed face, she recognized him as the one that had cleaned her wounds when she had been in the brig. Yet, as happy as she was to see a friendly face, Flame didn’t dare even smile at him. In fact she averted her eyes as soon as she recognized him.
    The malformed male that was called ‘Bootstrap’ swayed a bit on his feet, his dead eyes significantly duller than usual. He didn’t even acknowledge the naked female that was sitting on the deck beside Jones’ normal left leg, instead keeping his gaze on his superior. “Ay cap’n,” he sighed in a bone tired voice, looking like he was on the verge of collapsing like a bunch of broccoli.
    “Take some men ye trust and captain the ‘Pearl’ fer me,” the cthulu-like male ordered before taking the wheel in his right hand. A scowl furrowed his slimy brow as he stared at the span of ocean in front of the ship. Sparrow had attacked him not once, but twice. Something he simply wasn’t willing to tolerate. If the foolish pirate still sailed the seas, Jones would hunt him down until time itself ended.
    The next thing Flame became aware of was a sharp kick to her ribs. Gasping and arching in pain, the young woman sat up as she came to the realization that she had fallen asleep. Before she could apologize, her stomach cramped violently and she found herself dry heaving just as violently. Tears flowed from her turquoise eyes as her body spasmed and clenched helplessly. Nothing came up, only long strings of saliva. She was so distracted by the fruitless retching that she didn’t notice Jones’ gaze go from furious to downright worried. Flame was starting to get worried herself when the heaving didn’t stop within a few minutes.
    All of a sudden the ex-captain found herself swept into a pair of arms while she still gagged helplessly. Unable to speak or struggle, the sick female simply allowed him to carry her to his cabin. Then he was laying her in his dilapidated bed before he turned his back on her and began rummaging in several drawers. After a few minutes of this, with Flame still trying vainly to bring up anything from her spasming gullet, Jones whirled around with a clear, purple bottle in his hands. “Drink,” he hissed, his icy eyes holding just a touch of concern. She wanted to argue that she doubted she could drink anything at all but she was unable to speak due to the frequency of the retching.
    Taking the bottle, Flame waited for a good enough span between the heaves to down the mixture in one gulp. The taste alone was nearly enough to set her off worse. Holding a hand over her mouth, the piratess prayed to Neptune that she wouldn’t simply vomit the potion back up. Thankfully, after a few seconds her stomach blessedly settled. As the vile tasting fluid began to take effect, she noticed Jones looking over her body as if he was seeing just how thin she was for the first time. She was certainly a lot more thin than the last time he had taken notice, a fact that made concern pulse from the urn above her. “Wha’ th’hell is wrong wi’ ye,” he bit out, very slight worry under his furious tone.
    “There’s no point in keepin’ it from ya any longer. You’d find out soon enough. In a few days I’ll be too weak to even move from this bed,” the weakened woman sighed as her heaving and gagging slowly tapered off to nothing.
    Jones only looked down at her impatiently, tapping his one foot against the rotted floorboards of his cabin. Knowing he wouldn’t wait much longer, Flame took a deep breath before saying, “I have a wasting disease,” in a voice that was no more than a whisper. It seemed the lovecraftian captain heard her though as he swayed heavily, having to lean on his barnacle encrusted cane for support.
    “Yer dyin’,” he breathed, all his rage leaving for outright shock.
    “Essentially yes,” she sighed, moving a lock of her slightly greasy hair behind her ear. She hadn’t had a bath in days due to being nothing more than a prisoner but she had honestly shoved such things to the back of her head. She knew when she was getting into this that it would be a very hard road. Jones had effectively given up on feeling anything for anyone and with that came severe consequences for whoever dared to make him feel.
    “How long?” the octopus-like captain asked, his voice regaining some of it authority but still sounding a bit shell shocked.
    “At the rate I’m going, I probably only have a handful of days left. Lack of food hasn’t been helping my condition,” the all too thin, too pale female replied; beginning to shiver from her lack of clothing and body fat. Though she was cold, she didn’t dare wrap herself in the ratty blanket on the bed and risk Jones’ wrath.
    Frowning at her response, the monstrous male first wrapped the tattered blanket around her shuddering shoulders then walked to the door. “Shark Fin!” he screamed out of the open entry, not the least bit shocked when a shark headed pirate appeared in front of him almost instantly.
    “Get a few apples from th’stores along wi’ some crackers. I reckon there be some left from th’last ship we plundered,” he ordered before turning to glare at the wasted female on his bed.
    Flame only looked at him with resignation in her turquoise eyes. Surely now he would commence with another beating, draining even more of her precious reserves. Shutting her eyes, the weary female relaxed as much as possible in order to mitigate any pain that might come. Instead of the ropes and whip she had been expecting, she was pulled into a tight hug as wave after wave of heartbreak poured from the contained heart above the bed. “Oh Sarah, why didn’t you tell me sooner?” he growled in an unsteady voice as his arms began to shake around her.
    “If I did, I doubt it would have mattered much,” the piratess chuckled weakly into his sea worn clothing. A knock on the door tore the conflicted looking male away from her to gather the items he had ordered. Then he was offering her a small burlap sack full of crackers and a few apples.
    “Eat as much as ye can,” he growled, not taking his dead gaze off her thin form. As he watched her, he found himself agreeing with her earlier statement. If she had told him any sooner, it wouldn’t have changed how he treated her one whit. The only thing that had made him even come close to showing her concern was currently in a coral-like urn and was sitting on a shelf above his bed. Right now said organ was pouring wave after wave of sickening worry, making the normally unfeeling male sway a bit on his feet.
    Watching him closely, Flame opened the sack and began to nibble on some crackers. At first, just the food hitting her stomach caused a powerful wave of nausea. Closing her eyes and taking a few deep breaths, she managed to stave off another bout of heaving and cautiously continued to nibble on the small square. Thankfully her rebellious stomach accepted the small amount of food and she was able to get that one cracker down. Deciding to err on the side of caution for a bit, the sickly woman grabbed another and began to nibble slowly; Jones watching her every move closely.
    After a few crackers, the former captain took an exceedingly tiny bite of an apple. The sugars alone were enough to make her frail gullet lurch but it wasn’t nearly as bad as the first cracker had been. Waiting for the most recent wave to pass, Flame looked up at the man standing in front of her. Even with all the things his neglect of his duties had done to his body, she could still see the handsome, noble looking man beneath it all. Giving the glowering pirate a small smile, the woman took another bite of her apple. Thankfully she was able to get the whole thing down but she highly doubted she would be able to eat anymore. Her illness along with the fact that she hadn’t eaten regularly had significantly shrunk the size of her stomach. “Thanks,” she whispered, locking eyes with Jones.
    For a split second, Jones was caught off guard as his dreams of late came back to him. All his memories of her played before his closed eyes, making his breathing grow ragged and rough. Her sea-green eyes shown with love, laughter and a zest for life. Opening his eyes and looking at the pale female before him, he saw she was a mere shadow of her lively self. She still looked determined to live but all the laughter had faded from her gaze. Yet, despite all he had done to her, her expression still glowed with love and loyalty. All of a sudden it was too much and Jones slid to his knees as the feelings from the heart flowed into his chest, becoming actual emotions and not just shadows. “Sarah,” he gasped as the first tears in years rolled down his mucus coated cheeks.
    As if sensing the sudden change, Flame was slipping to her knees and wrapping him into a tight hug. The beastly male only looked shocked for a few moments before he cautiously wrapped his own arms around her. For the first time in years, he felt guilt, sorrow and an extreme protectiveness. “Can ye ever forgive me?” he whispered in a broken voice, his hold gradually growing tighter; as if afraid she was simply going to run away from him.
    “There’s nothing to forgive Davy. I understand, believe me I do. If you were in your right mind, you would never have lifted so much as a finger against me,” the bone thin woman replied, a small smile on her face. While she hoped this new Jones would last, she certainly didn’t expect it to. The man had been through an emotional Hell for centuries and had ended up tearing out his own heart to escape the pain, there were bound to be set-backs. Whatever happened, she would stay by his side until this disease killed her.
    Jones’ arms tightened around her as all his emotions slowly filled the empty spot in his chest. He was overwhelmed with love, guilt and a strong self hatred. All the things he had done to her and yet she was ready to completely erase it all. To him, there was no excuse for his behavior. “I’ll make it up to ye, I promise,” he whispered, the valve in his left cheek popping quietly. Before she could even reply, he was picking her up as he got to his feet and laying her gently on the bed.
    “We need t’look for Calypso, stay here and rest. I’ll be returnin’ shortly,” he husked out, his voice heavy with emotion as he trailed a finger down a pale cheek. Then he was limping out the door, his cane tapping against the blackened floorboards.
    Flame watched him until he was gone, curling up on her side as she huddled under the thin blanket. She knew getting dressed would help her keep warm but Jones hadn’t given her permission to dress. Although he had seemed to have embraced his memories and emotions, she thought it would be prudent to not take any chances. After all, who knew what would make him have a massive set back in his recovery. As she settled, she found herself wondering how Jones was going to find Calypso, let alone go ashore to find her. It had only been six years since his last shore leave, nowhere near enough time to allow him to be on land. Though just finding her would be challenge enough.
    Long ago she had heard rumors of the Sea Goddess being imprisoned in a human body by a council of pirates in a vain effort to bring the seas into more controlled state. She never quite believed it but with everything that happened, she found herself wondering. How did a group of pirates even manage such a feat if it was true? The whole thing seemed sorta fantastic until she realized just where she was. She was on a ‘ghost ship’ and in love with a legendary captain, who was she to say just what was too fantastic? Sighing, she decided to try to get some sleep.
    She was awoken by a gentle shaking of her shoulder and she rolled to see Jones staring down at her. “Ye didn’t get dressed,” he murmured quietly, his brow furrowed with guilt as well as a bit of confusion.
    “You didn’t give me permission to,” she replied simply, slowly sitting up. Unfortunately that small movement was enough to set off her stomach again. Turning an alarming shade of green, Flame flung open the porthole over the bed and promptly vomited out of it.
    Jones was behind her in seconds, placing his mostly human right hand on her back. Once the newest wave stopped, the weak pirate nearly collapsed into the man behind her. While she drifted in and out of consciousness, he was pressing his semi-slimy, cold hand to her forehead. “Yer freezing,” he hissed, laying her back down and going to a pile of clothes that was in the far corner of the room. All of them were clothes that had been taken from the dead or ships they attacked and served as extra garments for the whole crew. Piles like this were scattered all over the below decks of the ship, giving the men easy access so they didn’t have to bother the irritable captain.
    After a few moments of rummaging, he returned with a shirt and a pair of pants as well as some underwear. Then he was sitting her up and helping her dress, his touch more gentle than she had felt since she came aboard. Once she was in the garments, he was once again pressing his half-formed hand to her forehead. “Yer still freezin’,” he hissed, sounding even more worried. To her shock, he then crawled into the bed with her and held her tight against him. The tentacles on his chin gently played with her hair as he held her.
    “How are we going to find Calypso, let alone try to get her help? None of you can go ashore with the exception of myself and I somehow doubt she’d want to help her rival,” Flame whispered, closing her eyes as she simply enjoyed his nearness.
    “She... she was never yer rival. Yes, I fell for her first and she gave me this job but she has never been there. Not once, in all my years of doing this, has she shown up on my one day ashore. You, from the first moment ye me, you were waitin’ on that beach for me until I returned. You made me feel more loved, cherished and wanted than she ever did,” he whispered into her ebony hair.
    Elation filled her at his declaration and her heart began to race in her chest. He had practically confessed that he loved her just as much as she did him and it filled her with a warm happiness. A warmth that was quickly replaced with a cold wash of fear. While Jones may not see her and Calypso as rivals, there was no guarantee that the temperamental Goddess would feel the same. If she was truly trapped in a mortal body, would she still have her Godly powers? “I’ll not let her harm ye,” he murmured before his gaze travelled to the black, almost living urn.
    As he looked at the container, he found himself thinking about something he never thought he would. How could he declare her safety from Calypso when he had been the cause for most of her suffering? The only way he could be sure of her safety was to put his heart back where it belonged and resume his duties as ferryman of the dead. Waiting until the exhausted woman had fallen into a deep sleep, Jones gently pulled away to stand and stare at the urn. The heart inside shuddered with happiness and anticipation, making the cthulu-like captain frown slightly. Then he was grabbing the object and closing his eyes.
    There was a dull glow around him and the urn as a heavy sensation filled his chest. Opening his eyes, he saw the container was gone and he felt a faint beating in his chest. Placing his crab claw over his heart, Jones looked up at the sleeping Flame. The newly replaced organ clenched painfully from the force of his love and the guilt of what he had done to her. “I swear, as long as I live, I will find a way to redeem myself for my actions against ye,” he whispered, stuck between wanting to captain his ship and wanting to watch her sleep. In the end, he curled up in the bed beside her and held her in a tight embrace as he drifted into his own slumber.
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