Adult-FanFiction.org : Movies

How to Love a Ghost	By : CallousDisregard Category: Pirates of the Caribbean (All) > General Views: 2037 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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.

Chapter List
- 1
- 2
How to Love a Ghost

A/N: 6/20/07 Hi guys! still no update, sorry, just merging the chapters together as I said I would. I'm kind of stuck in a rut as to what I should do next, so it might be a few more days until the next chapter comes out... but when it does, I'll be sure to re-acknowledge all of my reviewers! ^_^;; Thanks so much for your support, everybody, and keep checking back!

No one really remembers when the spirit of the young woman came to be aboard the Dutchman. All they knew was that every fortnight, she would appear on the rigging and sing. It became the crew�s custom to stop what they were doing, and gather around beneath the mast to listen.

Even the Captain himself would shirk his duties to listen to her sing, though he claimed he only allowed her to remain as a brief reprieve for his men. Her voice, soft and even, always told a story, of love, hate, sorrow, happiness, it didn�t matter. The moment she appeared, the skies would lighten, the seas would quiet, and the moon would shine brightly.

One night, she sang of a female scholar, who was old and dying. There was no real significance to the song, save for the fact that Wyvern had passed on, and she often could sense when one of the older crewmates completed their service.

"O light the candle, John.
The daylight has almost gone.
The birds have sung their last,
The bells call all to mass�

Sit here by my side,
For the night is very long.
There's something I must tell
Before I pass along�

I joined the brotherhood�
My books were all to me.
I scribed the words of God,
And much of history�

Many a year was I,
Perched out upon the sea�
The waves would wash my tears,
The wind, my memory.

I'd hear the ocean breathe,
Exhale upon the shore.
I knew the tempest's blood,
It�s wrath I would endure�"

The crew sat, watching her as she stood and wound herself among the ropes, her dress flowing around her though there was no wind.

"And so the years went by,
Within my rocky cell.
With only a mouse or bird.
My friend; I loved them well.

And so it came to pass,
I'd come here to Romany,
And many a year it took,
Till I arrived here with thee�

On dusty roads I walked,
And over mountains high,
Through rivers running deep,
Beneath the endless sky�"

She slowly climbed down the rigging as she sang, and stepped softly onto the deck. The crew gasped, and several of them scurried back. As brave as they were, she had never stepped foot on deck, and it surprised and frightened them. They were a superstitious lot, Davy Jones� crew. Although they themselves are considered superstition. Her words moved them, though, and they regained their bearings and settled a safe distance away from her.

"Beneath these jasmine flowers,
Amidst these cypress trees�
I give you now my books,
And all their mysteries!"

With these words, her gaze fell upon the Captain. His eyes met hers, and his tentacle beard began to writhe in agitation. She had never acknowledged him before, what was different about tonight? Unblinking, she observed his face, and smiled. He merely glowered at her. A challenge, he supposed, was what this staring contest had become. Her green eyes gazed at him from beneath her uneven bangs, flashing in the moonlight. Her thin lips quirked, and she began to sing again.

"Now take the hourglass,
And turn it on its head.
For when the sands are still,
'Tis then you'll find me dead�

O light the candle, John�
The daylight is almost gone�
The birds have sung their last�
The bells call all to mass�"

With the end of her song, she tore her gaze from the Captain and took a step back towards the edge of the ship. In three quick steps, however, he had reached her, and extended his claw to grasp her wrist. Expecting it to pass right through, Davy looked in surprise at where he had come in contact with real, warm, soft flesh. The crew behind him gasped, and collectively, a low murmur began. Never before had anyone attempted to touch her.

The large Scotsman recovered from his shock, and his mouth twisted into a seemingly cruel smile. He bared his teeth in a growl though, when his gaze fell upon her face. She looked scared, surprised, but to Davy�s chagrin, exhilarated and excited. A swift jerk of his wrist, and she was pressed against his side, and turned towards the crew.

�Lookie here, boys! It seems as though our resident haunt is naught more than a trickster, as solid and real as the rest of us!�

Loud, awkward laughs erupted from some of the crew members, who were apparently unconvinced. They continued to shy away from the supposed spirit. Davy glared down at the young woman molded against him.

�You�ll be comin� with me, girl! And you�ll be answerin� my questions truthfully when I ask ye, do ye understand?�

The young woman bit her lip and nodded, pressing closer to him as he dragged her through the crowd of men, towards his cabin.

(Her P.O.V.)

Never once had she assumed that in all the years of appearing before the crew of the Dutchman that she was solid. She knew that she could climb on the ropes, and walk along the mast, but she had never thought to try to touch, or even really communicate with them. She could see them, and they could see her, but for tough strong men, PIRATES, even� they seemed rather afraid of her. So she never bothered with them.

Tonight, she had decided to brave the deck, and the wrath of the Captain, to see what the result would be. He had pushed forward, stared down at her, and she had stared right back, challenging Davy Jones on his own ship. She had smiled at him, and he had frowned at her, and then her song had ended, and she supposed now would be the time to retreat. But he had stepped forward, as she was backing away, and without time to think, he had reached forward and snatched up her wrist.

The look on his face had excited her when she realized that HE realized she was solid. Her own surprise at being touched quickly overtook her fear. But that changed when she found herself pressed against his side, looking up at his angry face. She was presented mockingly to the crew, who chuckled and whispered amongst themselves, and then she found herself addressed by her captor.

His face when he spoke conveyed no emotion, but his voice was tight with anger. She could barely breathe when he lowered his face to hers and all but growled in her ear. After years of nothing, a spark of warmth jumped in her stomach, as his words rolled off of his tongue.

�You�ll be comin� with me, girl! And you�ll be answerin� my questions truthfully when I ask ye, do ye understand?�

Her nod was lost to him as he dragged her towards his cabin, but her warmth and softness was not, as she pressed closer to him to avoid the crew.

(Davy�s P.O.V.)

She had never set foot on the deck. It caught him by surprise when he felt the soft thump of her feet hit the wood. His eyes narrowed as she stepped towards his men. Ghosts were not supposed to have footsteps. Pushing his way through the crew, Davy approached her. Her song this night was beautiful, but it would not spare her his wrath.

He remembered when she had first appeared on his ship almost one hundred years ago. At first, he had seen her as a nuisance, and that�s what she had been. She�d appear every fourteen days, and spent her time sitting on the rigging, a crying, blubbering mess. But one night that changed. He had been playing his organ, when her telltale whimper alerted him to her presence. So he stood, and made his way to the deck. As always, his crew had stopped what they were doing, and merely observed her. Suddenly, she looked up, towards the night sky, and she opened her mouth and began to sing. It was a sad tune, in a foreign tongue, and no one understood it. But the weather cleared, and the seas stilled. He motioned for the crew to sit, and listen to her song, while he stood and watched her.

Her hair blew about her shoulders in a non-existent breeze, and her dress seemed to glow in the moonlight. It was a white sundress, that had silver flowers stitched into it. Her voice was soft, and relaxing, and he felt his eyelids droop. Then, almost as suddenly as she had started singing, she stopped. In her telltale sign of departure for the night, she stood, and threw herself off of the ropes. And once again, Davy felt his muscles jerk as she disappeared from sight.

And so, they made it a habit. Every fourteen nights, she would appear. And sometimes she would cry, and sometimes she would sing.

Snapping out of his memories, Davy watched her carefully as she came towards them. She stopped when he came forward, and met his eyes. Behind her green gaze he could see sparks, as though she were challenging him. He bristled, and his tentacles began to twist and slide against each other. Her mouth was still moving, she was still singing, but he couldn�t hear anything. Suddenly he realized that it was quiet. He blinked, breaking the spell between them, and she stepped back towards the railing. She exhaled sharply, and he felt the warmth of her breath.

Wait. Breath? Ghosts do not breathe!

Her next step back sent him into action. Swiftly, he reached out, knowing he would look like a fool if she were truly just a spirit, for his claw would pass right through her, as would he. But�

The claw closed on skin. Warm, soft, smooth skin. Anger and surprise at this discovery hit the Captain like a wave, and he yanked her against him and spun her around towards the crew. Her startled gasp was not lost on his ears as he lifted her wrist in his claw.

�Lookie here, boys! It seems as though our resident haunt is naught more than a trickster, as solid and real as the rest of us!�

He snapped his gaze to hers, and she bit her lip. He lowered his face to her level, and growled softly,

�You�ll be comin� with me, girl! And you�ll be answerin� my questions truthfully when I ask ye, do ye understand?�

She nodded, and Davy straightened, and began to stalk towards his cabin. His side was warm as she pressed against him.

A/N: Well... I'm kind of unsure about this, seeing as how this is my first fic. I'm trying to keep Davy in character as much as possible, even though he'll change inevitably in later chapters... please R&R!
- 1
- 2
You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.
Report Story

How to Love a Ghost