Loving the Heartless | By : FlameWolf666 Category: Pirates of the Caribbean (All) > Het - Male/Female Views: 5825 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Author’s Note: Some more past!
Chapter Nine: Bitter Betrayal
It had been two years since Jones had left her behind, two years and she still went to the beach in some vain hope that he didn’t mean what he had said. He had never lied to her before and she knew she was unlikely to see him before ten years had passed, yet she felt some compulsion to keep coming. She felt that if she didn’t, she was breaking a promise to the lonely captain. She had even gone so far as to stop going pirating, preferring to spend her day hopelessly waiting. She was in denial and she knew it but nothing could break her from her vigil. The only person that visited her was Jack.
Today was no exception, the infamous pirate sitting next to her as they enjoyed the lunch she had packed. Well, Sarah more picked at her sandwich while her companion simply dug in. “You haven’t been eating or sleeping since Jones left,” her partner observed, breaking the silence and jolting her out of her inner thoughts.
“I haven’t really felt like it,” she sighed, taking another nibble of her first and only sandwich. The man beside her pursed his lips as he set down his fourth sandwich and leveled her with a serious look.
“Ye may be holdin’ a candle fer a monster. I’ve been hearin’ things around the seas about Jones. I’ve heard that he no longer has a heart and has stopped ferrying the dead. I’ve heard he be turnin’ into a monster,” Jack gritted out, fear for her stark in his dark orbs.
“You lie! There’s no way he could do that! You don’t know him!” the piratess snarled getting to her feet and curling her hands into fists by her sides.
“Can ye say that you do? Just how long have ye met with him? Even if you’ve met with him many times, he be only able to come ashore every ten years,” the taller man reasoned, getting to his feet and gripping her clothed arms in both hands.
“Ye haven’t been on the seas in two years Sarah, ye haven’t seen what I have. I thought they were but rumors myself until I started seein’ the signs. Have ye not noticed that the ocean has been restless as of late?” the pirate continued, his gaze moving out to the choppy stretch of water. Sarah followed his gaze concern and denial clear on her features. Then she was pulling herself out of her friend’s hold, shaking her dark haired head.
She logically knew he was right but she just couldn’t bring herself to accept it. She simply didn’t want that fate for the legendary captain. She loved him so much that she honestly couldn’t believe he would shirk his duty and allow the world to slip into chaos. Yet, underneath that, the pirate knew what Jack was telling her made too much sense. It was entirely possible that Davy had gotten fed up with Calypso’s constant failure to show up. If that was the case, the ferrier of the dead could have very well done just what her partner said. In an effort to escape her distressing thoughts and the very real possibility that Jones had turned into a monster, the newly dubbed Flame ran to her small house; never seeing the odd look Jack had on his tanned face as he watched her retreat.
Two years passed before Jack showed up again, a very odd occurrence given how close the two of them had become. Before, he had been with her every day, talking to her as she stared out at the empty ocean. After their last conversation, Sarah found herself feeling a bit paranoid about what the male was up to. Did it have anything to do with Jones? Was he actively hunting for the legendary pirate? She still found herself bothered by Sparrow’s suspicions but as the years wore on, she found herself noticing more and more imbalance in the seas themselves. Eventually, she had to accept the fact that something was certainly wrong.
Sighing, the dark haired female packed her usual large bag of food before heading to the beach. There had been a lot of strange weather lately as well as the fact that the fish were beginning to become scarce. The water itself had become wholly uncooperative, the tides and currents often changing after no change in thousands of years. If it kept on like this, it wouldn’t be too long before bad consequences would be seen all over the world. Sitting down, Flame tried to shove the discussion to the back of her mind but still felt restless. She had been feeling increasingly like she needed to go out in search of Jones and as the years had worn on, she had felt less and less inclined to ignore it.
A sudden, large hand on her shoulder nearly made her heart stop in her chest and she very nearly flew into the air. As it was, she jumped to her feet and spun to face the intruder, all fear and anger fading as soon as she saw the tired, grizzled looking face of Jack Sparrow. The man looked like he hadn’t slept in weeks and if she wasn’t so paranoid about the reason he was gone, she would have been downright worried. “Where have you been?” was the first thing out of her mouth, sounding angry and accusatory. The exhausted captain only sat on the blanket she had spread on the sand, staring down at his hands that were clasped in his lap.
“Ya won’t like my answer,” he replied in a tired sigh, his hands clasping themselves tightly.
“What have you been doing?” Sarah gritted out, fear and rage fighting for top spot within her.
“I’ve been looking for the truth of things and what I founds was... disturbing. All the rumors I heard be true lass. Jones gave up his heart sometime around the time he left. He’s become a terror on the seas, raidin’ ships for new crew members and souls to repair the ‘Dutchman’ with. I been lookin’ for information on the whereabouts of his heart,” he answered, avoiding her gaze as he spoke softly; just a hint of regret in his baritone voice.
“And what would you do with the heart once you had it?” Sarah snarled, a stiff wind blowing her mid-back length hair behind her. Unbeknownst to the pair, a vicious storm began to form over the harbor town.
“He needs to be controlled Sarah, he needs to be forced to do his job. I was gonna hand over his heart to the East India Trading company,” the captain confessed. Silence stretched between them for several seconds before a bolt of lightning and crash of thunder came, punctuating the female captain’s leap at the much taller male.
“Don’t fucking pretend that’s the only reason you’re doing it Sparrow! What are they offerin’ ya fer his soul?” she hissed, her hands wrapping around his throat and squeezing slightly as she glared down at him. Her hands shook on his neck as the sea roiled and foamed beside them, the storm quickly worsening.
“My freedom and my ship,” the stunned male whispered, making no move to fight her as her hands tightened just a tiny bit more.
“So you would trade another’s freedom for your own. I thought I knew you Jack!” she spat, before she straightened, and backed away from him. The color of her eyes closely resembled the stormy ocean as she glowered down at him with sheer rage and betrayal.
“Sarah, if he isn’t stopped...,” the infamous pirate began, pulling himself into a sitting position. He was stopped by a downright vicious sounding snarl.
“No, you do not get to call me that anymore. We are no longer friends Jack Sparrow. If I ever see you again, I will kill you,” she hissed just as the rain started to pour down on the pair. Then the livid female marched to her house to pack. She couldn’t allow Jack to go through with his plan, she had to find Jones’ heart and return it. Her first stop would be Tortuga for information, beyond that she would have to wing it.
Muffled male voices whispering in worried tones. Groaning, Flame opened her eyes painfully; feeling like the lids had been weighed down by cement. “How much longer?” came the gruff, worried voice of Jones just as dim light flooded her vision. Even this small amount of illumination was too much for her sensitive eyes and she let out an instinctual whimper as she shielded them.
“Not much longer, a few minutes,” came Jack’s voice from much closer. She could feel his aura of heat as he came to stand next to her bed and leaned over to examine her.
“Are you okay Sarah?” he whispered in a quiet, low tone voice, something she was very grateful for.
“Ugh, my head,” she hissed, keeping her aching eyes covered. Suddenly the room went a bit darker and she sensed someone else come to stand by her bed.
“We be headin’ to Calypso now. Sparrow be fetchin’ her fer me since neither o’ us c’n do it,” came a very familiar but slightly different voice. It almost sounded like Jones before he had gained the tentacled upper lip but that was impossible. Her hearing had to be affected by the water she had been in.
Forcing her hand away from her eyes, Flame looked up at the pair beside her. At first they were no more than blurs but they gradually came into focus. As her vision cleared, her eyes became wider and wider with disbelief from what she saw. There, looking as if he had never been cursed for shirking his duties, was Davy Jones. The only difference between what she saw now and years ago was a thick, wild beard but it was undoubtably him. Before she knew it, she was flinging herself at him, the captain’s impeccable balance being the only thing keeping them from collapsing to the floor. Before he could voice just how confused he was, she was kissing his face all over as she cried tears of happiness. “You’ve been forgiven,” she whispered over and over after each kiss, eventually winding up planting a very tender, loving one on his lips.
As soon as their lips met, it was like the floodgates opened and the long denied pair began to kiss in earnest; utterly ignoring their embarrassed companion. Taking that as his cue to leave, Sparrow gave his former partner one last worried look before he left the cabin and shut the door. As soon as he left, the couple broke their heated kiss to gaze into eachother’s eyes. “Aye but I have yet t’forgive meself,” whispered the tortured male as he reached up to caress a soft cheek. Flame only smiled, leaning into his touched as she returned it.
“There’s nothing to forgive. If you had your heart, you wouldn’t have committed such atrocities,” she reasoned, leaning her forehead against his as she kissed the tip of his nose.
“I still committed them, especially against you. I can never begin to make up for what I have done to you,” the gaunt male murmured, pain clear in his lightly accented voice as his stormy eyes met her turquoise ones.
“Davy, please, it is more than enough for me that the seas themselves have seen fit to forgive you. Just know that I forgave you long before I found you, please try to do the same,” the weak female pleaded, her strength rapidly leaving and causing her to go limp against him.
“Sarah!” he gasped, picking her up and laying her back in bed.
“I’m okay, just a bit weak,” Flame whispered, her vision blurring as she rapidly lost consciousness. All the stress and lack of food had finally caught up to her frail body and she simply found herself unable to remain awake.
“Hang on fer me just a bit longer, please. Ye... ye don’t know what it’ll do t’me if I lose ye,” he pleaded in a thick voice as he grabbed one of her hands in his.
“Land ho!” came the very welcome announcement from above, only making him relax slightly.
All too soon, Jones had to leave the unconscious pirate to direct his crew. A crew that had also returned to a human state and seemed much more happy in general. Just seeing their joy grated on his aching heart and he found it very hard not to slip into the old habit of browbeating them. Giving the holder of his heart a kiss on the forehead, the fierce male grabbed a cane out of habit before realizing he no longer needed it and flung it aside before leaving. Once on the deck, he saw Jack directing some of the more pliant members of the crew in readying the longboats. “Get to helpin’ ye lazy slugs!” the once again human captain bellowed, making his crew snap into action.
It didn’t take long before Sparrow was ready and he didn’t wait for Jones’ okay to go either. In fact, the dreadlocked male flung himself into the boat with a couple crew members and began to lower to the water. “Be lively now Sparrow! Sarah be fadin’ fast,” Davy hollered down to a man he had hated with every fiber of his being. Under different circumstances, Jack would be in his brig and on his way to the ‘Locker’. Right now though, the two men had a mutual interest and only wanted to work together to achieve it.
“Aye Cap’n,” came the cocky male’s shocking reply as the boat hit the water. Then they were pulling for shore for all they were worth, as if the Kraken was on their tail. Now the legendary pirate found himself in the position of having to wait and found himself at an utter loss of what to do.
As soon as the bow hit the sand, Jack was off and running into the thick, dark jungle; not bothering to wait for the small crew to follow. Right now he needed to find Calypso and he knew just where to go. Granted, he hadn’t been here in years but the lay of the land was the same. In fact, the deeper he got into the thick trees, the more spooky and dark things became; a highly encouraging fact. He just had to pray the trapped Goddess was in a giving mood, let alone willing to help her romantic rival. The ocean deity wasn’t exactly known for her giving and understanding nature. She was honestly more likely to flat out refuse or pretend to help just to get to Sarah and kill her.
A few minutes later he saw the tiny voodoo hut the deity resided in and found himself honestly hesitant to approach. Anger and jealousy seemed to pour off the wooden hut in waves, as if the woman inside knew just what was going on. Taking a deep breath to steel himself, the tanned male began to stride toward the tiny house and knocked loudly on the door. The closed entry slowly swung open after his fist hit it once, a fact that made the pirate extremely nervous. Only the knowledge that he was doing this to save Sarah gave him the courage to cross the threshold into the dark, foreboding room.
As soon as he was inside, the door slammed shut; leaving him with only the fire under a cauldron for light. “I know why ye be comin’ Jack Sparrow,” came a hateful, Jamaican accented, female voice as Calypso slowly stepped into the wavering light. The firelight danced off her dark brown skin as her bottomless eyes narrowed angrily.
“Please, you’re the only one we know who has any power to help,” the pirate captain begged slipping to his knees slowly as he lowered his head in supplication.
“What ye be askin’ of me is th’ height of cruelty! How c’n ye be so heartless as t’ask me t’save th’one that would take him from me?” the changed Goddess hissed, tears beginning to roll down her cheeks as she glared down at the man at her feet.
“She can’t steal what you’ve never claimed,” Jack retorted that last of his patience snapping as he shot to his booted feet. Who was she to harp on what was going on with Jones when she had never shown a lick of interest herself. It was her inattention that had started this mess to begin with.
Calypso was not pleased, in fact her nostrils flared as she drew herself to her full height. “How dare ye be sayin’ something about my relationship,” she snarled, the danger and tension growing in the small room and her powers began to flare.
“Weren’t ye the one who hasn’t shown up once in his entire time of service,” the infamous pirate bit out, causing a tense silence to fill the hut. Then her rage exploded and he suddenly found himself transported back to the deck of the ‘Dutchman’, the fuming deity striding toward the Captain’s Cabin.
Jones, who had been pacing the deck, jumped at the sudden appearance but didn’t waste time following his betrothed. “Calypso!” he called, getting her attention immediately. The dark skinned female turned to glower at the captain, her power making her rage oppressive and intimidating. Yet the long jilted male didn’t shrink back from her ire, instead standing his ground and returning her glare with one of his own.
“Afore ye start, ye have no right t’even be jealous. Ye have never shown in centuries while the woman in me cabin has shown up fer 3 decades in a row. She has shown me more care in our entire time engaged,” Jones whispered, a sad look on his bearded face as he watch the woman he had traded his mortality for.
His declarations only seemed to make the woman more angry and yet guilty at the same time. “I be sorry fer th’wrongs I have committed against ye but ye have t’ understand tis but me nature,” the sea goddess whispered, a bit of the pressure in the air receding as she subsided just slightly.
“Aye, tha’ may be but a man needs more than empty promises,” the transporter of souls replied, moving slowly to stand between her and the door.
“If ye aim t’harm her instead o’ helpin’ then I won’t be hesitatin’ t’protect her,” the taller man warned, drawing out his cutlass and pointing it at her. Calypso only looked down at the blade, a shocked, yet resigned look on her freckled face.
“Ye must really love her,” the Goddess sighed in a defeated, accented voice before simply disappearing and reappearing in the cabin. Once inside, she used her powers to seal the door and stared down at the sickly woman on the dilapidated bed.
“If I am t’give what’s mine t’ye, I need to take th’measure o’ ye meself,” Calypso hissed, her dark eyes narrowing as her powers began to flare and she entered Flame’s dreams.While AFF and its agents attempt to remove all illegal works from the site as quickly and thoroughly as possible, there is always the possibility that some submissions may be overlooked or dismissed in error. The AFF system includes a rigorous and complex abuse control system in order to prevent improper use of the AFF service, and we hope that its deployment indicates a good-faith effort to eliminate any illegal material on the site in a fair and unbiased manner. This abuse control system is run in accordance with the strict guidelines specified above.
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