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Dead Man's Chest 2/? 
1st-May-2016 12:06 am
Chloe Lois Lana Lucy
Dead Man"s Chest4
Title: Dead Man's Chest
Sequel to: Curse of the Black Pearl and A Tail of the Sea.
Pairings/Characters: Chloe, James Norrington, Will Turner, Lois/Jack Sparrow, Lucy/Giselle, Lana, Governor Swan, Cutler Beckett... more
Rating: T+
Disclaimer: Don't own
Summary: A year has passed since Chloe started her life on the small, remote island, where she's managed to build a happy life for herself. But she has a debt to pay, and when old friends come a'knocking she finds out who The Voice is, and what she must do to be free.


Chloe went about her day as normal. Technically as long as she offered James a room to sleep in and three square meals she could otherwise ignore him, which she did. It wasn't out of spite. No. She was just very busy.

The construction of the rooms upstairs might be over, but there was still a lot to be done before they were ready. For one, they were unfurnished. She'd ordered beds and wardrobes from the local carpenter, and until they were ready she busied herself with the gardens and other such work that kept her busy.

"Do you truly have no maid to help you with this sort of menial labor?"

Twirling around in surprise, Chloe clutched the rag she'd been using to clean the window to her heart. "You nearly gave me a heart attack!"

"I apologize, twas not my intention to startle you." James appeared both contrite and uneasy in the doorway.

Heart still racing, Chloe let out a stuttered breath yet returned to the task at hand. "I do not need a maid."

"But a lady of your upbringing—," James began.

"—won't die if she learns to be useful," Chloe interrupted.

"It distresses me to see you like this," James admitted softly.

"Then you will want to leave and go somewhere else because after this I have to sweep."

Silence met her declaration and she was sure he'd left until the sound of soft brushing could be heard.

Chloe turned in shock to find James Norrington sweeping very awkwardly. Her eyes widened and she nearly dropped her rag. "What are you doing?"

"I cannot merely stand doing nothing whilst you slave away," he muttered. "What sort of gentleman would that make me?"

"You are my paying customer," she reminded.

He frowned. "If you refuse to find someone more appropriate for this sort of labor I refuse to allow you to strive alone. I am made of better mettle than that."

Perplexed, Chloe anchored her hands on her hips. "Have you ever swept before?"

"No," James admitted. "But, madam, you seem to forget that I once was a decorated commodore in His Majesty's Service." He raised the broom defiantly. "I have been trained by the finest soldiers to battle for our realm, to see through the enemy and conquer. I doubt this common household appliance will prove a difficult challenge."

She bit her lip, happy to see a spark of the old James still there. "Fine, have at it."

He did. It was awkward yet he quickly got a hang of it. When they finished the room they went to another, and then the last. Once they were finished they were hungry, sweaty, but in a good mood. They'd had lunch out in the back garden where the breeze could cool them off.

As they ate, Chloe chuckled softly to herself.

"What amuses you?" James inquired as he tore his gaze from the sea.

"I was thinking of the peculiarities of life," she answered. A couple of years ago she'd have been mortified for James to see her in a less than perfect state, yet here she was, a right mess. Her hair was wild, half sticking to her face, half frizzy. Her clothes were torn and dirty from work. She was almost sure there was a smudge on her cheek because James kept glancing in her direction. It was amazing how a couple of years could change circumstances! She was much more confident and comfortable with herself now than she had ever been.

James didn't ask her what she'd meant with that comment, maybe he already knew. His gaze returned to the sea.

"A storm's coming," Chloe murmured.

"How can you tell?" James took in a deep breath of sea breeze. "It is a clear sky."

"I feel it." She hadn't been wrong in her storm predictions for a year now.

James once more didn't ask her to clarify her odd comments, merely accepted them.

They remained in the back garden until the end of lunch, and then for the rest of the evening James stuck by her side, demanding she allow him to help. Of course, the fact that he had never done any sort of similar work meant she spent more time explaining to him what had to be done and how to do it than actually getting the work done, but she was appreciative of his desire to help. Despite his own finer upbringing James Norrington had always been, and would always be, a consummate gentleman. It made her smile.

They worked together side by side and in the evening were both tired and dirty, yet after bathing and having a light dinner neither retired to their beds. Instead they congregated in the living room, James with a book he'd brought to the island with him, and Chloe with clothes in need of mending.

They didn't speak, didn't even look up from what they were doing, but yet it was comfortable, comforting. For the first time since arriving on this island Chloe wasn't alone.

And then the peace was broken by loud, passionate, and utterly out of tune singing.

James glanced up immediately in distaste. "What sort of hellish torture is this?"

Sighing, Chloe pulled on her shawl as she stood. "It is one of the village men, Seamus." She'd hoped tonight would be one of the rare nights without a visit from him. "He's gotten into the whiskey and started earlier than usual."

James frowned. "Are you implying that you are submitted to this sort of harassment on a regular basis?"

"It's more of an annoyance than harassment," she muttered.

"Do you welcome this Seamus fellow's tone-deaf courtship?"

"No." She shook her head resolutely.

"Does he know this?"

She thought about her many rejections. "Most assuredly."

"Then, would you allow me to handle the situation?"

"He's a harmless drunk," Chloe declared. "He poses no threat."

"This could be so, but it is disrespectful and I can not abide such behavior." James stood. "Especially not against a maiden who has no kin present to look after her well-being."

"I do not need protecting," she argued, but when Seamus' singing hit a particularly ear-shattering note she motioned James to do as he willed.

"Thank you." With that James left the cottage. Seamus stopped singing. Blessed silence reigned.

Curiosity quickly won her over and Chloe moved to the window. Pulling across the curtain she peered out to find James calmly conversing with Seamus, who seemed to be listening intently to whatever he was saying, nodding every once in a while. Seamus wiped his palm under his nose and then suddenly hugged James, who stiffened up visibly and patted the back of the (now) bawling man.

Chloe bit down on her bottom lip, amused and intrigued.

Seamus finally pulled away, wiped at his eyes, and then stumbled away.

James ran his hand over his face, and his shoulders rose and fell with a heavy sigh. When he turned back towards the cottage and caught her watching he slowly returned her wave.

Seamus never returned to serenade her again after that night.


"…Calypso."

Lucy glanced up and frowned. It'd been a month since she'd arrived back in Tortuga from her very extended stay in Port Royal. She'd wanted to be there for her family, but she'd realized that if she didn't escape, didn't leave, her father might latch on and never let go. She loved him, loved her sisters, but life in Port Royal wasn't for her, she'd missed The Captain's Bride and Gi too much to stay any longer, so she'd escaped and once more left a letter for her father apologizing but explaining that her life wasn't there with them, and that while she'd always mourn Chloe she couldn't stop living her life. Chloe wouldn't have wanted her to, out of all of her sisters Chloe was the only one who understood, Chloe had loved it too.

"You drunk codfish!" One of the ones drinking snorted. "Calypso does'na exist! Mere fable she is!"

"I swear it on me grandmum's grave!" The sloshed sailor protested. "She just walked out of the sea one day, goes by Calypso Finley, but we all know the sea goddess has chosen our small isle as her home!"

Lucy's frown grew. Something about that story sounded vaguely familiar.

"Jus cause some lass swims up to you does'na mean she is the sea goddess bound in human form!" Another of the men at the crowded table declared.

"It is not just that!" The sailor declared. "She brings in the fish!"

The men laughed.

"I do not speak in jest!" He snapped, sloshed yet insulted. "Before she arrived we could barely catch enough to feed ourselves, yet when she sings she calls the fish to our shores! Our waters are now teaming with so many we have begun to trade with nearby ports."

The men chuckled, disbelief rampant.

One did not though. He was older than the others. "Is she flaxen haired with sea-green eyes?"

"Yes!" The sailor's eyes widened.

The men's chuckles died slowly as they peered between the two men.

"I know of this woman," the older man revealed. "A while back I was running supplies to a mission house on a small island not too far from here and heard similar stories of a maiden who walked out of the sea one day. The waters became thick with fish, and every time she sang more sea life gathered."

"Hogwash," one of the sailors scoffed. "Mere superstitious mumblings."

"I thought so too, until we were attacked by pirates." The older man had a distant look in his eyes. "She fought and any pirate who came against her were devoured by crocodiles."

Silence fell on the table.

"The pirates knocked her out and tried to take her on board their ship but the crocodiles converged on the rowboat and knocked it over before they devoured every soul except her." The man cleared his throat. "Not only did the beasts spare her life, but the last I saw of her she sat astride the back of the largest one, while the others fanned out around them like some sort of army."

The silence was so thick it could be cut with a knife.

"It cannot be the same lass then surely," one of the sailors finally broke the silence, unease on his features. "They are from different islands."

"You are wrong." The older man shook his head. "The girl I speak of left the island, and when she left so did the fish."

The silence was deafening.

Lucy's eyes widened as she suddenly remembered why the story sounded so familiar. Will had told her about the pirate attack and about the natives who thought Chloe brought in fish when she sang.

It couldn't be - it couldn't - and yet she rushed forwards. "This woman, does she have a necklace on at all times?" She reached the table and all the men looked up at her. "It is a translucent stone in the shape of an animal."

"Aye!" The drunkard's eyes widened. "A swan."

Lucy gripped the edge of the table tightly. How was this possible?

Taking in a deep breath, she narrowed her eyes and leaned in forwards, eyes narrowed on the drunk sailor, voice low and dangerous. "Where is this island?"


Chloe moved through the steps she'd practiced and memorized. She swung her blade and twirled, slashing through the air. James was with her during the days, fixing up the small inn, and in the nights they conversed until retiring. He'd tried paying her for his board and stay but she'd informed him that with all the help he gave her he more than paid for his stay, and refused any of his money. He'd ventured more into the village and seemed to have struck up a friendship with Seamus of all people, whom had apparently imparted him some knowledge on how to fix different issues she'd had at home. Slowly but surely James was becoming working class. Chloe didn't know what to think about it. On one hand she felt that there was nothing wrong with the working class, but on the other James' pride had always been so very important to him, and should he meet anyone whom had once known him, she knew how snide they'd be with him.

Considering they spent their days and nights together Chloe was forced to sneak out after he'd gone to bed so she could practice her sword-fighting. It reminded her oddly of her life in Port Royal, of sneaking out of her father's house to practice in the dark of the night with Will. It still hurt to think about Will, but she forced herself to do so, because she could not heal if she did not face her reality. Will was probably married and had his own smithy. He might have a child with back ringlets and dark eyes. It hurt, still so much more than she wished it did, but it kept getting easier to accept. Will would've moved on by now, and if there was someone better than Seamus on this island for her she might've done so as well, if only to not think of Will any longer.

"You are distracted," a surprising voice declared from the shadows. "Had you been in a true fight you would have died a hundred times over."

Crying out, Chloe swung and her blade clashed loudly against another's. Her eyes widened as she stared at the moonlit man standing so close to her. "James?"

James Norrington stood there, an unreadable expression on his face. His sword wasn't the one Will had made for him, no, this one was much more humble. He swung with his sword, nearly knocking the blade out of her hand and it was all she could do to fight back, to defend herself from his blows.

Not sure exactly what James was doing, Chloe put some distance between them and changed her strategy. When their blades met again she was more prepared than she'd been before. She still wasn't sure why he wasn't telling her that she shouldn't have a blade, that this wasn't ladylike, but she'd wished for a sparring partner for so long she stopped wondering and merely enjoyed. A toothy grin touched her lips as she fought James, switching between Barbossa's fighting style and Will's.

At the first shift James actually laughed as he upped his game, fighting her more honestly, less reserved.

In the end Chloe's sword flew out of her hand and landed blade-deep into the sand.

James held the tip of his sword to her chest, a surprised yet fascinated look in his eyes. "Where did you learn to use the blade?"

Pushing the tip away from her chest, Chloe collapsed on the sand. "Will and… Captain Barbossa's ghost."

James raised an eyebrow as he sheathed his sword and, after a look down at the sand, carefully lowered himself down on it. "You commune with the ghost of your captor?"

"I used at least," Chloe admitted, and wasn't sure exactly why. "I stopped seeing him after I was kidnapped by the mermaids."

James' eyes widened. "Merfolk?"

She nodded. "I do not remember why I was taken. Will found me half insane on some island not too far from Tortuga with no memory of how I got there."

James frowned. "Merfolk."

"Merfolk," she repeated.

James eyed her in silence before he sighed. "Your technique is adequate, but the one taught to those in His Majesty's Service is far superior to any that a blacksmith or a pirate could teach you."

That might be so, but Will was still the best swordsman she'd ever seen. Then again, this was a completely different style. "Are you offering to teach me?"

"I am not offering. If you are going to own a blade you must know how to properly use it," he declared imperiously.

Her lips tugged in an amused smile. "Why are you not horrified that I know how to fight? Why are you not telling me that a fine lady of my impeccable upbringing should not use a blade?"

"Chloe." James leaned in closer, shadows and moonlight playing on his face as his blue gaze found her green one. "You were first kidnapped by ghost pirates, and then subsequently by merfolk." He raised an eyebrow. "Considering this I aim to also teach you to use a pistol, as well as a cutlass." He eyed her sword. "Your blade is fine yet a cutlass will suit you better. It is lighter and will be easier for you to not only wield, but hide in the folds of your dress should you need to."

Chloe's eyes widened in shock as she stared at him. "I would love that."

James smiled at her and then cleared his throat as he turned to look at the sea.

Chloe stared at James, her thoughts from before returning full-force. James Norrington had changed almost as much as she had during the time that they hadn't seen each other, and yet unlike the first time she'd thought it, Chloe this time realized she did not mind the change.

A small smile touching her lips, Chloe shifted her gaze to the sea as well. She didn't know why she began to sing, or why exactly she chose that exact shanty, but the words started to slip passed her lips before she could stop herself.

Fifteen men on a dead man's chest

Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum

Drink and the devil had done for the rest

Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum.

The mate was fixed by the bosun's pike

The bosun brained with a marlinspike

And cookey's throat was marked belike

It had been gripped by fingers ten;

And there they lay, all good dead men

Like break o'day in a boozing ken.

Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum.

Fifteen men of the whole ship's list

Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum!

Dead and be damned and the rest gone whist!

Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum!

The skipper lay with his nob in gore

Where the scullion's axe his cheek had shore

And the scullion he was stabbed times four

And there they lay, and the soggy skies

Dripped down in up-staring eyes

In murk sunset and foul sunrise

Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum.

James turned to look at her with some shock and scandal mixed on his expression yet he didn't say anything. It gave her a sort of perverse amusement to see his reaction to her knowing, and singing, such a morbid sea shanty.

Fifteen men of 'em stiff and stark

Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum!

Ten of the crew had the murder mark!

Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum!

Twas a cutlass swipe or an ounce of lead

Or a yawing hole in a battered head

And the scuppers' glut with a rotting red

And there they lay, aye, damn my eyes

Looking up at paradise

All souls bound just contrariwise

Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum.

Fifteen men of 'em good and true

Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum!

Ev'ry man jack could ha' sailed with Old Pew,

Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum!

There was chest on chest of Spanish gold

With a ton of plate in the middle hold

And the cabins riot of stuff untold,

And they lay there that took the plum

With sightless glare and their lips struck dumb

While we shared all by the rule of thumb,

Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum!

The moon shone down intensely on the private cove, turning the water nearly translucent. Fireflies lit the darkness around them, like fairies which danced in the air, some of them stopping momentarily on Chloe's hair like a crown of glowing light. She almost stopped in shock and yet felt herself drawn into a trance-like state, her lips moving and her voice emerging almost against her own command.

James stared at her in open awe as the fireflies continued to congregate around them.

Close by, in the harbor, dolphins could be heard calling as they summersaulted out of the water in glee.

More was seen through a sternlight screen

Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum

Chartings undoubt where a woman had been

Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum.

'Twas a flimsy shift on a bunker cot

With a dirk slit sheer through the bosom spot

And the lace stiff dry in a purplish blot

Oh was she wench or some shudderin' maid

That dared the knife and took the blade

By God! she had stuff for a plucky jade

Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum.

Fifteen men on a dead man's chest

Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum

Drink and the devil had done for the rest

Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum.

We wrapped 'em all in a mains'l tight

With twice ten turns of a hawser's bight

And we heaved 'em over and out of sight,

With a Yo-Heave-Ho! and a fare-you-well

And a sudden plunge in the sullen swell

Ten fathoms deep on the road to hell,

Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum!

"I see that swordfighting is not the only thing Barbossa's ghost taught you." Amusement flickered in James' eyes as the edges of his lips twitched. "Because I doubt Mister Turner was the one who taught you that little shanty."

"You would be surprised at how much those pirates dread loved to sing." Chloe carefully eased a hand up and laughed when the fireflies danced over her palm. Excitement and shock mixed with awe as she turned her greens to James, about to ask him if he was seeing this as well, when she paused at the odd way he looked at her. "Are you okay, James?"

He cleared his throat and nodded as he glanced away. "Most assuredly. Why do you ask?"

She tilted her head as she eyed him. "You looked like you wanted to cry."

James smiled, and it was the saddest thing she had ever seen. "I am sure you are just imagining it." His gaze returned to the sea, completely blind to the way the fireflies circled him.

Chloe watched him, a small frown on her face.

Comments 
1st-May-2016 07:15 am (UTC)

So I've been hitting the refresh button the moment I finished my last comment hoping you had posted the second part!!! So I have pretty much been refreshing for hours!!!!!


Love the domestic bliss James and Chloe are settling on even though there is a storm brewing. Would love to know what James said to Seamus to finally stop his drunken wooing on Chloe!!


Ohhh Lucy has found about Chloe, wonder how fast she'll get to the island to find Chloe. And what happened to Chloe's letters since they never arrived???


Yes I want more and I'll be refreshing like crazy once more!!!

3rd-May-2016 12:25 am (UTC)
Well, I'm about to post the next chapter so you'll be able to read it soon :)

Yes, they are very much settling into domestic bliss, even if Chloe has yet to realize it! The islanders do though...

THAT is the questions! What could've happened to so many letters??? One or two going missing, but so many? Definitely not a coincidence...
2nd-May-2016 06:59 pm (UTC)
Anonymous
Poor Will. Where is he? I can't to see them reunite !!! PPMS!!!
3rd-May-2016 12:26 am (UTC)
You actually get your first glimpse of Will post A Tail of the Sea in the next chapter ;)
2nd-May-2016 07:49 pm (UTC)
oho.... i have to say, i'm still routing for will but i like the new james .... he needs a little love too, poor guy

thanks for the update :)
3rd-May-2016 12:26 am (UTC)
The next couple of chapters will be interesting for you then lol
5th-May-2016 11:23 am (UTC)
OMG!!! Is Lucy going to find her???

What happened to Chloe's letters?

Great chapter!!

Edited at 2016-05-05 11:25 am (UTC)
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