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
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.
Sitting in the brig, Chloe leaned back against the wall and hugged her knees to her chest. The hammerhead guy had thrown her in here and left her locked up. That had a day ago,a whole day since the ship had sailed off to only the gods knew where. She could hear yelling and the crack of whips above her as the crew manned the ship.
It wasn't surprising that Davy Jones had left her below for so long. No. He was proving his control, his absolute power over her. She didn't mind it though. It gave her time to come up with what she was going to do, how she was going to pull this off. Somehow she was going to have to find out where Davy Jones had hidden the key to his chest, but also figure out how to get it and get back to where the others were.
Peering down at the cuff bracelet Tia Dalma had given her, Chloe frowned as she ran her fingers over the design of crabs. One particular crab held a heart in its claw, and when Chloe ran her finger over the heart, tracing it, the front of the bracelet opened to reveal that it held a hollow compartment, a hidden place. That is why you gave this to me, she realized in shock, remembering Tia Dalma's comment on how the bracelet had a new modification Jones did not know about. I am to keep the key here when I find it.
But how was she supposed to get the key in the first place? That was the question she asked herself all day as she rested her chin against her knees.
Please don't do something stupid like coming for me, Chloe silently begged those back on the Black Pearl. Her fingers curled around the swan pendant and she clasped it tightly, stomach rolling at the thought of James, Lucy and Will somehow forcing the pirates to come after her. No, James wouldn't do that, a part of her comforted. He knows that you're doing this for a reason, he will understand, he will hate it but will not do anything to put you or the others in more danger. But she couldn't say the same about Will and Lucy, so her nerves continues to grow. Everything would've been so much easier if Tia Dalma had given her permission to tell Will and Lucy the truth! Enough worrying, plan, Chloe! You are wasting time!
By the time the hammerhead returned for her late in the evening she had some semblance of a plan and was on her feet.
"The cap'n will see you now," the hammerhead declared as he unlocked the door and flung it open.
"Thank you." She walked out and stood by his side. "What is your name?"
He seemed a little surprised at the question yet frowned at her. "Maccus." He then sneered. "Now get moving, the cap'n is not one to be kept waiting."
Chloe nodded and allowed herself to be led throughout the cursed ship. She caught glances of the crew, all part men part sea creature. In a way she felt their curse greater than Barbossa's crew. They'd lost such a huge part of their humanity, how could they not become monsters when they appeared to be them? Surprising pity filled her as she saw yet another crewman, but this one seemed to be becoming part of the ship. Was that the last phase of this curse? How horrible.
Finally they reached the captain's chambers and were greeted by the sound of an organ playing. Maccus opened the door, motioned her inside, and when she did he closed the door behind her, trapping her inside of the incredibly large captain's quarters. This was even bigger than the one in the Pearl.
Davy Jones sat at a demonic looking organ, his fingers and… tentacle beard… helping him play the haunting melody. It was a beautiful sound, but also a familiar one. Why was it so familiar? Chloe narrowed her eyes as she moved closer, almost as if drawn by the sound towards the organ. And then, right before she reached Davy Jones, the vision took over with ferocity.
He sat before the large organ, playing the tone that emerged from his heart whenever he saw her.
She sat on the window-frame, half out half in, a smile on her face as she listened to the beautiful sound.
When the tone was finally over, the sailor, the captain, rose from the organ and moved towards the window, towards her. There was adoration, love, devotion, mingled on his handsome face. "Do you like it?" He asked as he cupped her face with his hands tenderly.
She nodded, gaze on him, only for him. "Tis a beautiful tone."
"I call it Calypso's Lullaby," he whispered. "I wrote it for thee."
Calypso leaned into his touch and pressed a kiss to his inner wrist. "Tis more beautiful than the song of the siren," she whispered against his skin. She then turned her gaze to him and cupped his face, her fingers dancing slowly through his beard playfully. Her gaze rose to meet his and she kissed him.
Davy Jones eased her further into his arms and returned it with just as much love, if not more.
"What be the meaning of this?" The furious voice shocked her out of her vision. "What be these parlor tricks?"
Blinking back into the present, Chloe found Davy Jones standing in front of her in all his tentacled glory. She fought the instant desire to step away from him, only to realize his crab-claw-hand was around her neck dangerously. When had he done that? She told herself to stay calm, and instead of panicking merely stared up at him and tried to understand how something like him could've once been the handsome sailor she'd seen in her visions. How had he and his crew become so horribly cursed?
His claw tightened around her neck threateningly. "How did you see that memory?"
Chloe's eyes widened and her voice cracked in utter shock. "You saw that?"
Davy Jones must've seen something in her expression, because his eyes narrowed and his face turned disturbed. "Why do you have that memory?"
"I know not," she responded truthfully. "But I have been seeing things lately, things I do not understand. I saw you meeting her, but not this you," she stared at his tentacles, "the real you. The human you." She cleared her throat. "I saw her give you the shell shaped like a heart, the one the crab handed to you?"
Davy's eyes narrowed on her. "How long have you been seeing these images?"
She wondered if she should be truthful or not, and then realized that with his claw around her throat she probably should. "Since I helped Jack Sparrow remove your Black Spot. It—it did something to me, I do not know what. But ever since then I see images of you and her, and I do not know why."
There was something almost terrified in his eyes. "How old be thou?"
"That is not a question a gentleman should ask a lady," she responded with a raised eyebrow, somehow more annoyed with him than terrified. "Did your father not teach you how to address those of the fairer sex?"
Something about that had Davy letting go of her immediately and taking a step back, that weird look of fear still there. "It cannot be."
Rubbing her neck, Chloe frowned at him and his odd reactions. "Do you know why I am seeing memories of you and the goddess Calypso?"
"Why are you here?" Davy wanted to know, voice harsh.
She raised her chin. Fine. He wanted to play it that way she could as well. "What could you have possibly done to deserve a curse like this one?" She stared at him, still disbelieving. "You used to be so handsome."
He flinched back, as if she'd hit him, and when he moved towards her once more it was with fury. "WHY ARE YOU HERE?" His crab-claw-hand caught her once more by her neck and lifted her painfully off the ground.
Choking, Chloe gripped at the pincers and tried desperately to breathe and pull them apart to free herself.
Will stood by the water but his gaze was on the shaft of moonlight falling from a crack above him… and the way his hand turned skeletal under its beam.
"Why did you do it, Will?" Chloe whispered, having made her way towards him while he'd been observing his hand in morbid fascination.
He jerked out of the moonlight, almost as if afraid to let her see him like that. "I didn't have much of a choice."
"You didn't put up much of a fight either," she countered as she reached for his hand and brought it to the moonlight, watching the transformation. "You shouldn't be like this, Will. This shouldn't be you."
He was silent.
Her chest heaved with a myriad of conflicting emotions. "Lana…"
"The feelings I have for Miss Lana are purely platonic, brotherly. I do not love her like a man does a man, and I never shall." He shifted their hands so that his skeletal one was holding hers as he stared into her eyes.
Chloe stared up into in face and gulped as sudden, shocking, understanding hit her like a lightning bolt. She couldn't believe it, but the proof was right in front of her.
How could I have been so blind?
She didn't say anything, couldn't say anything, but didn't take her hand from his.
Chloe's eyes widened in shock as she stared up at Davy Jones' face. Why had she seen that right then?
His eyes narrowed and he tightened his grip on her, completely cutting off her oxygen. She fought with him desperately, her hands in his tentacle beard, clawing, desperately searching for his neck to choke him, to scratch him, to doanything. But as she struggled, black spots appearing in front of her eyes, Davy Jones' neck was not the thing her fingers came into contact with.
"Look at me, concentrate on my voice, focus on me." His voice was distorted, his face completely hidden by shadow as he loomed over her on the back, backlit by the moon. "Chloe!"
At the sound of her name Chloe took in a gulp of air as suddenly the distortion, the pain, disappeared. "The pain is gone."
He let out a sigh of relief that visibly shook his whole body as he lowered his head, dark curls wet and causing droplets of water to fall onto her face. "What happened while you were down there? When I found you—."
"James?" Finally recognizing her savior, Chloe peered up into his shadowed face. "Why - you were sleeping. How did you know to come?"
He let out a soft breath. "I do not know." He moved so that he now sat on his knees instead of looming over her. "All I know is that I awoke with a great and terrible fright, and when I could not find you in your room I knew you must be here."
Chloe sat up, sand clinging to her wet body. "You swam all the way… you dove that distance for me?"
James Norrington nodded. "Of course I did."
Her heart raced and she lost her voice. James had always cared for her, protected her, and yet this felt different somehow. This… she did not know how to explain the how or the why.
Suddenly Davy Jones flung her away from him so hard she hit the wall and slid down.
"MISTER MACCUS!" Davy Jones bellowed, and the door opened immediately. "Take our prisoner back to the brig. Now!"
The hammerhead man nodded and yanked Chloe up to her feet, his grip on her upper-arm tight and unforgiving as he escorted her all the way back to the brig, which he threw her into.
Once the cell door was locked, Chloe waited a beat to make sure she was actually alone, before she unclenched her fists to show the item she'd felt while fighting off Davy Jones.
In her hand was a key.
Considering they needed to restock for their journey, and Tortuga was much closer than any other other pirate-welcoming port, they'd made the journey towards the island. It'd taken them out of the way, and they would definitely have to make up for the many days they'd lost, but it was worth it. They didn't know where the Dead Man's Chest was hidden, so they needed to have enough food and water to get them wherever they needed to go.
Lucy, to be honest, was glad that they'd had to make the detour. She'd been away from the Captain's Bride for a long time again, after having only just arrived from her trip to Port Royal. Not only did Lucy miss her home, but she was worried about how Gi and Scarlet were behaving while she was gone. A part of her almost expected anarchy (or, at least, more anarchy than usual) when she entered her establishment, but instead found it quite calm.
Or, well, the patrons were all calm and apparently all looking in the same directions while snickering. The "same direction" was in the direction of two women, two of whom were snarling and snapping at each other, apparently about to claw each other's eyes out. One Lucy could recognize as Giselle, the other looked somewhat familiar but Lucy couldn't place, or well, she would've if the guys hadn't all noticed her return and yelled their greetings, catching her off guard.
Surrounded by her usual patrons, Lucy smiled and greeted them, shaking hands, patting backs, trying to make her way towards where she'd seen Gi with whoever that other person was.
"Out of my way you dolt!" Gi could be heard hissing before suddenly the waves of patrons parted and the blonde jumped into Lucy's arms, nearly causing her to topple over at the unexpected weight. "Thank Poseidon, you are back!"
Another cheer rose from the patrons.
Lucy laughed, hugging Gi tightly. "I missed you."
"Of course you did," Gi responded cheekily before kissing her, causing yet another cheer to rise from the patrons who'd been waiting for the kiss.
Lucy smiled through the kiss, amused with just how invested in their relationship the patrons were. And people thought pirates weren't romantics at heart.
Someone cleared their throat.
Lucy pulled away from Gi and glanced around her, eyes widening at who she saw. "Lois?"
Lois looked a mixture of confused, happy and unhappy. "Hello Lou."
"Lois!" Lucy hugged her sister tightly as the patrons returned to their seats and their drinks. "What are you doing here?" She frowned, knowing that it could not be a good reason. "What happened? Who is after you?"
Lois sighed. "Him."
Somehow Lucy did not need to be told who 'him' was. Hadn't she been the one to warn Lois that Cutler was back in the picture? She sighed. "You are safe here, we will give you refuge."
"It is not just her, my love," Gi declared as she wrapped her arms around Lucy's and rested her chin on the brunette's shoulder. "Your father and other sister are here as well."
Lucy's eyes widened. This was worse than she'd imagined.
The door opened behind her.
Lois' eyes widened as it rested on whoever had entered. "Commodore Norrington?Will? What are you two doing here? Together?"
Sudden realization hit as Lucy turned to her eldest sister. "We need to talk. In private. Now."
Days passed in the brig with no occurrences whatsoever. Anticipating that Davy Jones would realize his key was missing before she could escape, Chloe had hidden it in her bracelet's hidden compartment the second she was thrown in her cell. And it was a good thing too, because not an hour later she'd been strip-searched by and irate Jones himself.
He'd come into the brig, furious, calling her all sorts of things and demanding the key back. She'd played innocent and confused, but he'd forced her to take her own clothes off and give them to him. The humiliation had burned on her skin as she'd stood before him unlike she had with any other man, eyes defiant as she tried to cover herself from his gaze, but his eyes were not on her nakedness.
They were on her tattoo.
That look of terror in his eyes had grown.
His search of her clothes had been frantic, he'd torn quite a bit of the fabric before realizing the key wasn't on her. He'd then thrown her clothes back at her and begun to search the brig.
When she'd asked him what key he was missing and what it opened he'd merely snapped at her to be quiet while he searched every inch of the brig, only to find nothing. He'd huffed, clearly off-kilter, but to his credit he hadn't looked at her once until she'd gotten the shredded clothes back and put them on.
"Either listen to my proposal, Davy Jones, or let me go," she hissed at him as she leaned against her wall. "I will not be kept trapped in this brig much longer."
He snorted in derision. "And what, pray tell, will you do?"
She glared at him before smiling, the action full of teeth. "What is the fun in telling you in advance?"
He glared, clearly angry with her, but with no obvious reason as to why. "That mark upon your skin. How did you get it?"
Placing her hand over her hip, Chloe thought about her answer for a moment before telling him: "It was given to me by a higher power. I am bound by it."
"Bound…" Davy Jones let out a stuttered breath before turning and storming to the cell door, emerging from the brig only to slam the door shut, locked, behind him. He then turned to glare at her through the bars. "I would get comfortable if I were you, ye will nah be leaving this cell any time soon."
Pushing away from the wall, Chloe went to the bars and grabbed at them, shaking them. "If you will not listen to my proposition then let me go! There are those who will come for me!"
"Aye, those two young men I saw." One of Davy Jones' tentacles went to her chin and used it to push her face upwards to better face him. "Who be they?"
Chloe gulped, not having expected that question. "People I care about, very much."
He sneered in disgust. "Such a fickle heart."
Snapping, Chloe reached out and grabbed his shirt, growling. "You do not know anything about me!" She then stared at him with wide eyes, shocked. Before her wasn't the tentacled beast - but the man. Her chest rose and fell with short, rapid breaths of disbelief. Could he switch between the monster and man… or was shedoing this unknowingly?
Davy's face was just as shocked, as if he could feel the change. He glanced down at his hands, his two human hands, and then he lifted them to feel his beard - tentacles no more - and then up to his human face.
Confused and acting on impulse, Chloe let go of him and backed away to the wall, watching him slowly turn into a monster beneath his own hands, one now a crab's claw once more. His face broke down in horror, in agony, in fury and desperation as he let out a loud sound that conveyed all that and more.
Pressing her back up against the wall, Chloe held onto her bracelet-covered wrist and just stared at him. She hadn't just imagined it? Right? He'd been human again. Right?
Davy Jones grabbed the bars, shook them violently, and then turned and stormed away.
Lowering herself against the wall to the floor, Chloe let out a deep breath.
She needed to get out of here.
Lana returned from her mission, cloak still pulled over her protectively. She tried not to think too hard on what she'd done, or how her family would react. What she was doing was all in an effort to protect her family. So many people were in danger, had been hurt, trying to protect her, and now it was her turn to finally step up and do what must be done. She'd save her family, no matter what. Those dreams that terrified her would never come true. She'd make sure of it.
Entering Lucy's home with Giselle, Lana closed the door behind her and froze when the first words she heard were uttered by Lucy, and were: "So we need to find the Dead Man's Chest for when Chloe arrives with Davy Jones' key."