Nautilus

A/N: I have a hard time inserting some things into my story here. I had wanted to use Italics for when a person mentally says something, but it won't work, so I'm using a single ' '. " and " indicate verbal speech. And if the switching between POVs confuses anyone, let me know. I have 3 of them going on here: one is Davy's, one is Selene's, and the other is more storylike (third person).

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Disclaimer: I don’t own PoTC or DJ or any of his crew and no money was made whatsoever on this fanfic. I only own Selene or any OC I create.

Chapter 3-Instinct


Selene’s POV

I was at first scared about this whole situation. I wanted to know why I was here and why I had a humanoid form. And why I was on a ship. It seemed I knew the answer to both but something blocked it. The only thing I did know was who I was and what I was, which was an angel. The man decided to make his appearance then and I looked below.
He stared back up at me and looked mad. I raised an eyebrow. He was extremely mad. I had the urge to look away. I was curious to see a reaction after my earlier frustration. My nature could not be helped. I was an angel after all. Sometimes poking fun was a good thing.
I looked over the ocean while sneaking a glance downwards. It worked. His moving beard was seething with rage. Apparently he took my actions as a sign of disrespect against him. I had to admit it was a bit funny. I shouldn’t poke too much fun though. I did not like seeing him angry at me. I figured now was the best time as ever. Something inside me whispered I should just jump down and let the whole thing blow over while another was more cautious and to take the safest route. It said to stay.


********(end of Selene's POV)*******


Davy sneered as he looked up. He damned and cursed woman thrice over. He had underestimated her and wondered if she had escaped bindings that easily, what else could happen? He even damned the Kraken for having brought her here. Getting her down was going to be a challenge. He could crawl up the mast and get her or maybe a cannon ball to the face could bring her down.
A sharp gust blew her blanket and his angry demeanor softened a tad and was replaced by something more feral. I got a nice view of her ass cheek right here. Maybe I'll let her stay there just a little bit longer? He didn’t have much longer to admire her fine porcelain flesh any longer as he blinked and she was right in front of him. She had a slight smile on her face. What was she smiling at? The smile ceased and she clutched the blanket closer to her small body.
“What reason to think that you have the right to roam about my ship?”
Selene squinted at him “You mean the bindings? I simply slid them off.”
'Slid them off? That was it?' “You’ve been quite the nuisance since the beast dropped you on my deck. I am fascinated to know why, a thing like you, was cast into my waters. You remember our little conversation from earlier?”
His grin flashed and Selene’s countenance fell. “Aye, so you do remember.”
Selene shook her head slightly, her hair curled around her face, shielding some of her emotion from him. “I remember some, but not all. And I cannot tell you a thing of it, I’m sorry.”


*******Selene’s POV************

I was sincerely sorry for not being able to tell him what I knew. It was forbidden by all laws mortal or immortal alike. I was able to make some sense of it, but I would not tell him.
I peered back at him and felt strange sensations all around me. This body was something to get used to. I have never had a corporal form before. Angels did not exist like that. I pulled unconsciously at the blanket and he searched me and I wondered if he would pursue further.
I would never admit that he made me change. I normally was not
bothered by my lack of attire, but his presence made me think twice. My apology satisfied him, at least for now, because he raised his head taking my actions as an act of respect, not an attack against his authority.
His tentacles had calmed and one was now stroking his chin. I waited for him to make the next move and he turned from me and walked around my form. If he kept this up, I was half tempted to rip a sail and use more covering. He unnerved me. He looked me up and down and around some more, then stopped and looked seaward.
"I think I know what I can do with you now.”
I again waited for him to continue. He looked over his shoulder and I was enthralled at his eyes. I could see emotion in them and I was glimpsed a piece of the shattered soul I knew was locked inside him. I let go of the blanket on one side and swept a lock of hair back. I wanted a better view. I was curious. I had nowhere to go and I didn’t understand how to get back to where I was before. 'Perhaps he’d help me . . . ?'
“I know some of you kind. You know a man’s soul just as well as I do.”
Of course this was true. I knew a man’s soul and could name every sin, every act he had committed or will commit. I knew his final judgment while this man before me did not.
“If you help me, perhaps I can offer you something in exchange.
I was bewildered. He knew of a way to help me? My instinct was to say no and find a way on my own, but how could I accomplish that when I had no idea of the world in the same regards as him?
“For you service to me you will have the freedom to stay aboard my ship as long as you stay within my rules. By me, you will have a chance to return to where you came, but I expect you to participate as any other member of the crew. You should have no real trouble here as my crew is much more afraid of you than to cause you any trouble. Do we have an accord?”
His good hand came forward and he looked at me as if I had to do something. I looked at the hand and to his face and back again.
“Do you know how to finalize an accord, Lass, or did you fail to receive that lesson?" I grabbed his hand then and gave a squeeze. Then he would know for sure that I had understood completely.


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DJ’s POV


The spot had not appeared. 'How could that be? We had made an accord, a bargain! This was no different than all the countless thousands I’ve made over the years. A mark should have appeared.' Yet there was none. There was no link connecting her to me. The accord has been made and I could not back out on my word, but now there was no guarantee she would fall through with it if it ever came to that. For once in a long time, I had no way of knowing. I played along.
“Then it is settled. You shall stay in my quarters until everything works out and then you’ll move to the crew’s quarters. Be up by dawn.”
The day would begin the search for my heart and I needed every piece of sanity left in me. The woman followed behind me, but kept a cautious distance.
We came to my cabin and as went to tell her where she could rest, she had claimed a corner far from my sight. The blanket still tightly wrapped around her she leaned against the barnacle covered board and folded her legs underneath her. It looked uncomfortable. Something pulled at me. She needed some clothing and after some shuffling, I found some of my older clothing pieces which I had worn before my transformation. I laid them on the bench of my organ and I sat up. I wasn’t tired in the sense as I needed rest. My soul felt heavy.
I closed my eyes and grimaced. The heart hadn’t removed all the memories and pain. It just dimmed them. This woman had started something I had long since removed. What was it about a woman that made her so hard to let go of?
I let a breath out. Too long I have questioned what has happened I should have sold my soul as well.
Sleep soon found me though and I drifted off to another realm where it was filled with things long since past and some I had yet to discover.


*********(sometime later)****


I awoke early. It wasn’t going to be an easy day. The crew still had yet to overcome their fear of the angel; sensing doom would be brought upon them. They should be more worried of me.
I got off the bench and moved to kick at the woman to wake, but she had gonee. The clothes I had left next to me were missing too.
Slightly worried, more about the circumstances than the woman, I hurried out my cabin to find her. I thought maybe she had gone back on the deal and had since long left, healed and at full strength. I searched the stern; nothing; then I looked at the mast; nothing. I came to the bow and I kicked myself for not spotting it earlier.
Two glorious wings protruded from her back and the blue-black hair blew wildly in the morning breeze. They were fully outstretched as she looked over the tip of the bow and I couldn’t help but stare. It was sinful, but it was beautiful. She finally picked up on my staring and angled her head gently over her shoulder, giving me a wonderful view of her chest-
“Morning, Captain”. Her voice sounded delightful. What I'd give to view a piece of her ass again. I became angry. “You left my cabin.”
“It was a gorgeous morning. I could not pass up an opportunity to stretch a tad.”
I growled. A part of me wanted to wrap her up to the mast and hang her by her wings. Another part wished for something I didn’t even want to think about. I whirled and stomped off.
'Damned wretch!'

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Selene watched as he stomped off and heard the cabin door slam. Folding her wings, she relaxed and waited. Parts of the crew were starting to come on deck and were faced with the same sight their captain had. Some backed away, some stared, and then some cursed.
'When would they learn?' She turned fully to them, stretched her wings to the fullest, and then the flesh on her back gave way. They were sucked back into her back with a small whooshing sound and a few stray feathers. She looked at them all and they looked back.
She figured now was as good as ever to begin the introductions. “When do we start?”
The second in command, as she took it, had pushed his way forward and was the first to speak. He looked her over with a bit of fear, but tried to push it back with a smug and toothy smile.


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End of Chapter 3