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Pirates of the Caribbean (All) › General
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Adult +
Chapters:
16
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2,844
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30
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Breaking Contract
The world stopped. I mean, literally. It wasn’t like a gradual, slow motion thing, it just…it was almost like someone had pressed the pause button or something. Even the water pouring in stopped. I sat up at about the same time as Tia Dalma walked through the side of the ship. She offered me a hand up,
“This…this is very weird” I said, frowning at the sound of my voice as I straightened my stained clothes,
“Its gwan get weirder before it ends” She smiled at me, dark eyes sparkling as she looked down at Davy. I turned, following her gaze…and promptly wished I hadn’t. Its very weird, seeing your own body from the outside. My body was half lying across Davy Jones’ lap, he was holding me there, his crab clawed arm around my waist, his free hand touching my cheek…there was red everywhere. Things had started moving again, just incredibly slowly…if it hadn’t been so strange and I hadn’t felt so eerily calm I would have laughed, instead I asked,
“Am I dead?”
“No”
“Alive then?”
“No” I shot her an exasperated look and she smiled a little, folding her hands almost primly in front of her as we watched the scene unfold in front of us in incredibly slow motion, “you’re in de space between alive an’ dead…it’s almost like de place between awake an’ asleep, everyt’in’s hangin’ by a t’read”
“Define everything”
“Your life, his life, past, future” She shrugged, waving a hand airily – oh yes because obviously that’s an every day occurance Miss Dalma, “ya gotta make a choice-”
“I already said I’m staying on this bloody ship” I snapped back, my voice sounding angry even though I was finding it hard to…be angry, “alive or dead”
“Not that choice” She snapped back, making me smile a little, “ya gotta make de choice…live or die” She said, looking at me with a totally serious expression. I took a step back – standing on my own hand and watching my foot fall through it,
“You’ve got to be joking” I said, scowling as I looked down at just the wrong moment. Jones had moved, so slowly I hadn’t even noticed, and somehow he was looking right at me, “so tell me Calypso” I breathed, unable to take my eyes off him, “what will happen if I live?”
“I can’t tell you dat exactly, no power on eart’ can…but I predict…you’ll have to suffer de agonies life brings, de trials and tribulations dat havin’ a heartbeat brings” She said softly,
“And…” I couldn’t bring myself to state the other option…I couldn’t exactly…feel fear but there was some apprehension…this is so hard to describe…
“It’ll destroy him all over again” She said it as if commenting on the weather, reaching out as if to touch the Captains cheek only to have her hand pass right through it. She sighed a little before looking up at me, letting her hand drop, “the day is full of choices, doncha think Ellen Spyce?” She smiled at me a little,
“What about you? Can’t you decide to kill me? Isn’t that what you wanted?”
“I wanted you off de ship. Not killed”
“But you said-“
“I wouldn’t wanna hurt ya” She countered with a smile, eyes sparkling, “never said I wanted too…did I?” She turned away, watching Jones once more. There was a melancholy in her expression and my attitude towards her changed all over again,
“You still love him?” I asked softly, trying to ignore the choice I was supposed to be making…live or die? Suffer or extinguish,
“No” She whispered and damn it I couldn’t tell if she was lying or not. She turned to face me, “because of whit I am, I never realise dat men change over time…hundreds of years will change a man into somethin’ completely different…he ain’t de man I used to love” She shrugged as if that explained everything,
“Are you really a Goddess?” I asked quietly. She smiled at me and it was almost motherly, the tattered mess of Davy Jones heart still in her hand…it oozed between her fingers…
“In your faith, Spyce, I’m more sort of…an archangel” She said before turning to look at the heart in her hand, I followed her gaze and nearly gasped as the heart started to pull itself together, “I answer to a higher power” She wrinkled her nose as if in distaste of the idea,
“How-“
“It’s not important, ya choice has been made” She said, turning to me once again, her grin extremely mischievous, “remember what I said about weird?” She asked. I opened my mouth to reply and she put her fist through me. I looked down just in time to see Davys heart disappear through my chest and – opened my eyes. I looked up at Jones, gasping for breath as I did so – oh God it hurt. I coughed and spluttered, covering my mouth with my hands as I sat up, somewhat dismayed to see the crimson stains there but they weren’t fresh. I looked up at the woman who had saved me,
“Why are you doing this?” I managed to gasp out. She was flickering in and out of focus, I could see the boards of the ship re-connecting like lego behind her, the harsh rush of seawater slowing down until it was less than a trickle. Her voice, when it finally came, was barely above a whisper to my ears,
“Needed to make sure you where de right one” She smiled at me, “he’s been waitin’ too long for dis for me to let him make a mistake” She nodded her head, almost…almost as if from one equal to the other before she turned and drifted away through the wall,
“Are you – Spyce how the hell-“
“Wow…that must have been one hell of a ride” I said, looking up at Davy, my hand reaching out, pressing against the – fully wonderfully, relief-fillingly – healed scar on his chest to make sure he was alright. I could feel my own heartbeat, slow and steady, beneath my palm. His heart – inside my chest – was beating ten to the dozen, “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you speechless before” I whispered. He whiffled and then I was caught up in his arms and a kiss that poured the world into me was shared.
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It’s weird, feeling things with Davy Jones heart. I know I’ve got a little sharper with what I say to people, more suspicious thanks to Wiggs and Rawlings betrayal (they were never found by the way…I just hope Tia Dalma got hold of them…even though the crew mutter amongst themselves about something called the locker?)…but then we’ve both changed. He’s got into the habit of laughing more freely and I’ve developed a limp. Ok, so life’s gonna be tough, living usually is…but if life carries on like this for a while I think we’ll be ok
“This…this is very weird” I said, frowning at the sound of my voice as I straightened my stained clothes,
“Its gwan get weirder before it ends” She smiled at me, dark eyes sparkling as she looked down at Davy. I turned, following her gaze…and promptly wished I hadn’t. Its very weird, seeing your own body from the outside. My body was half lying across Davy Jones’ lap, he was holding me there, his crab clawed arm around my waist, his free hand touching my cheek…there was red everywhere. Things had started moving again, just incredibly slowly…if it hadn’t been so strange and I hadn’t felt so eerily calm I would have laughed, instead I asked,
“Am I dead?”
“No”
“Alive then?”
“No” I shot her an exasperated look and she smiled a little, folding her hands almost primly in front of her as we watched the scene unfold in front of us in incredibly slow motion, “you’re in de space between alive an’ dead…it’s almost like de place between awake an’ asleep, everyt’in’s hangin’ by a t’read”
“Define everything”
“Your life, his life, past, future” She shrugged, waving a hand airily – oh yes because obviously that’s an every day occurance Miss Dalma, “ya gotta make a choice-”
“I already said I’m staying on this bloody ship” I snapped back, my voice sounding angry even though I was finding it hard to…be angry, “alive or dead”
“Not that choice” She snapped back, making me smile a little, “ya gotta make de choice…live or die” She said, looking at me with a totally serious expression. I took a step back – standing on my own hand and watching my foot fall through it,
“You’ve got to be joking” I said, scowling as I looked down at just the wrong moment. Jones had moved, so slowly I hadn’t even noticed, and somehow he was looking right at me, “so tell me Calypso” I breathed, unable to take my eyes off him, “what will happen if I live?”
“I can’t tell you dat exactly, no power on eart’ can…but I predict…you’ll have to suffer de agonies life brings, de trials and tribulations dat havin’ a heartbeat brings” She said softly,
“And…” I couldn’t bring myself to state the other option…I couldn’t exactly…feel fear but there was some apprehension…this is so hard to describe…
“It’ll destroy him all over again” She said it as if commenting on the weather, reaching out as if to touch the Captains cheek only to have her hand pass right through it. She sighed a little before looking up at me, letting her hand drop, “the day is full of choices, doncha think Ellen Spyce?” She smiled at me a little,
“What about you? Can’t you decide to kill me? Isn’t that what you wanted?”
“I wanted you off de ship. Not killed”
“But you said-“
“I wouldn’t wanna hurt ya” She countered with a smile, eyes sparkling, “never said I wanted too…did I?” She turned away, watching Jones once more. There was a melancholy in her expression and my attitude towards her changed all over again,
“You still love him?” I asked softly, trying to ignore the choice I was supposed to be making…live or die? Suffer or extinguish,
“No” She whispered and damn it I couldn’t tell if she was lying or not. She turned to face me, “because of whit I am, I never realise dat men change over time…hundreds of years will change a man into somethin’ completely different…he ain’t de man I used to love” She shrugged as if that explained everything,
“Are you really a Goddess?” I asked quietly. She smiled at me and it was almost motherly, the tattered mess of Davy Jones heart still in her hand…it oozed between her fingers…
“In your faith, Spyce, I’m more sort of…an archangel” She said before turning to look at the heart in her hand, I followed her gaze and nearly gasped as the heart started to pull itself together, “I answer to a higher power” She wrinkled her nose as if in distaste of the idea,
“How-“
“It’s not important, ya choice has been made” She said, turning to me once again, her grin extremely mischievous, “remember what I said about weird?” She asked. I opened my mouth to reply and she put her fist through me. I looked down just in time to see Davys heart disappear through my chest and – opened my eyes. I looked up at Jones, gasping for breath as I did so – oh God it hurt. I coughed and spluttered, covering my mouth with my hands as I sat up, somewhat dismayed to see the crimson stains there but they weren’t fresh. I looked up at the woman who had saved me,
“Why are you doing this?” I managed to gasp out. She was flickering in and out of focus, I could see the boards of the ship re-connecting like lego behind her, the harsh rush of seawater slowing down until it was less than a trickle. Her voice, when it finally came, was barely above a whisper to my ears,
“Needed to make sure you where de right one” She smiled at me, “he’s been waitin’ too long for dis for me to let him make a mistake” She nodded her head, almost…almost as if from one equal to the other before she turned and drifted away through the wall,
“Are you – Spyce how the hell-“
“Wow…that must have been one hell of a ride” I said, looking up at Davy, my hand reaching out, pressing against the – fully wonderfully, relief-fillingly – healed scar on his chest to make sure he was alright. I could feel my own heartbeat, slow and steady, beneath my palm. His heart – inside my chest – was beating ten to the dozen, “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you speechless before” I whispered. He whiffled and then I was caught up in his arms and a kiss that poured the world into me was shared.
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It’s weird, feeling things with Davy Jones heart. I know I’ve got a little sharper with what I say to people, more suspicious thanks to Wiggs and Rawlings betrayal (they were never found by the way…I just hope Tia Dalma got hold of them…even though the crew mutter amongst themselves about something called the locker?)…but then we’ve both changed. He’s got into the habit of laughing more freely and I’ve developed a limp. Ok, so life’s gonna be tough, living usually is…but if life carries on like this for a while I think we’ll be ok