Nautilus

Disclaimer: I don’t own PoTC or any Disney character used in this fanfic. They all belong to Disney inc. I only own any Selene and any other character I make. No money was made on this fanfic either.

A/N: Yes, this will be a DJ romance fic :D

Chapter 4- Camouflage

*******(Davy Jones POV)******


I came out of my cabin sometime later and was bewildered to find Selene working with the crew. In all my years, I had never seen a woman work on a ship. She seemed to fit right in. I had underestimated her strength. When did her kind fit in with my crew? She fit in, for the time being. She had no problem tying a rope or pulling on a cannon piece. Her power was much more than a fancy set of wings. From what I had seen during the day, she was dutiful, watchful, and loyal, but for some reason I could see a streak of something in her. She had not shown much emotion or much of any personality. I had yet to see a glare or a curse or anything I could lash at her with.
I stood and watched her work. I waited for any sign of impatience, mistakes, anything. I had grown to be a bit wary of her.
Minutes ticked by and she kept up. Maccus had instructed her to start scrubbing down the deck and I resisted the urge to tilt my head and watch. I took a drawl on the pipe and knocked the ashes against the claw. I needed to find Sparrow. I sensed the time to find my heart was ticking by and I had not yet even found one clue. The only thing satisfying was seeing him rot in the locker, surrounded by his own sin filled deeds. He was a man like no other yet still the same. I may be a devil, but even I have the sane presence of mind to know when to stop the greed. For some things it did. I was in another foul mood and I needed space. The sea-dogs were getting on my nerves as was the woman. Just her presence alone aggravated me. How did she know how to do everything about sailing a ship? She did not seem to be a sailor. I settled myself in the shadows of my ship and observed the rising and falling of the swells of the sea.


********(End of Davy Jones’s POV, start of Selene’s POV)*******


I had the feeling that the Captain had been watched me throughout the day. I guessed he thought I wouldn’t take to the crew that well. I was not experienced, but I learned quickly. I watched the others movements and I copied them.
I pulled a lock of hair back and wished I had something to tie it with. As the day wore on, I felt tingles go through me. I felt listless. My limbs seemed to freeze and they would not work properly. It was evening now and no more orders were passed to me. I fell into the background.
Most of the ghastly crew had taken below deck while some moved about securing any rigging and all the sorts. For once, I watched them and studied their movements as they worked about. I tried to memorize the move movements for my own use. Who knew? The Captain had said as long as I was aboard the ship and did well I had freedom to move about. All was not so easy. I was having trouble with feeling, thoughts, sensations. As I had no physical form before explaining what goes on inside me and what I experienced outside my body was hard. These feelings, these things, they were like the wind. I felt one thing at one time and another feeling at another. One was when Jimmylegs, the whipping happy coxswain, had tried to whip me across my neck, but he was surprised to find I had had no ill effects from it, at all.
I had to admit, it did reinstate that I was not fully incapacitated. These men seemed to not be able to hurt me, which was to my advantage.
I needed to be clear enough to figure out the cloud in my head. After the incident, I thought for certain the Captain would at least make an appearance to mock me or demand an explanation, as if but he had not. Good enough. I don’t think I could handle anymore of his moodiness at the moment.
The ship listed a bit and we were changing course. I looked up and watch the booms adjust to the wind and we started to tack. I kept my balance and made my way to the mast. I leaned against it and let out a small sigh.
My hair whipped about as I leaned against the mast. It was too long for working and as much as I prided in it, I wondered if there was any possibility to trim it. I closed my eyes and smelt the salty air. It was then that I felt a heated stare from behind me.
He was watching me? I turned from the mast and found him, pipe in mouth and blue eyes glowing, staring at me. I unconsciously gripped the mast behind me.
He seemed to place himself in the oddest situations with me. No wonder I was interested in his life when I was above. Where had that come from? Something inside me chastised me for my thoughts. I received a dark, cold feeling. Why did thinking of him cause that feeling? I was about to question myself further when I heard a tapping sound and saw one of the crew come and went to talk to him. He may not have known it, managed to hear “chambers are prepared”.
He was getting rid of me then, after one night? I left my perch against the mast and made my way to him. I ascended the stairs and waited for him to acknowledge me. He made known but kept his gaze to seaward and took a lazy puff of his pipe now and then.


********(End of Selene’s POV)********


He broke the silence. With his pipe still hanging from a tentacle, he spoke.
“Yer quarters are set. Ye’ll be spending the night in them from here on.”
She nodded and bowed her head. “Thank you.”
“I did not say you could stand around me, woman.” He paused. “Or are yee as incompetent as the rest of yer kind.”
For one reason or another, Selene felt something she had not felt before. What was this? Displeasure oozed from her in small waves and Davy laughed.
“Are we mad now?” He stretched the claw and gripped her tightly around the stomach. “I have pricked a nerve, it seems!” He gave her a squeeze and then threw her back His mood darkened considerably. “Yee have no right to be angry at me, girl. Be angry at the one who christened yee, who abandoned yee. It was He who left yee here, He who has left yee to rot with the damned. Yee are one of us now for He planned it. Be thankful I have at least never granted yee the same favor.”
She was startled for once. Her eyes showed it to him even if her body had not. He had gotten through to her then. 'Good, I’ll be rid of her for a while.'
A glorious shade of pink, violet, and yellow had set across the horizon. He had left her with a warning and she surprisingly left one of her own. “I know one thing about this world. You sailors have a saying, don’t you?” She paused. “Red sky at night sailors’ delight, red sky in morning sailors’ take warning. It is night now, Captain, but it will be dawn soon enough.” She excused herself and left for below.
As he watched her dwindling form, he turned to face the horizon once more. Her words had struck a chord with him. 'Why would she say that?' He was about to question her for it, but settled for a huff. He needn’t be afraid of her. She was a woman and a woman could no longer hurt him. It was when she hit the first step below he heard it. Only someone alive would have it and there was no one alive aboard the boat. He had heard a heartbeat and he knew it had come from the woman below.


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Now, why would an insane author like me give her a heart? :D