Nautilus

A/N: This was actually going to be the 1st part of the 2 part smut chapter, but after seeing AWE, it made a major impact on how I would continue the plot for this story. Don't worry, I won't forget to put some in seeing as it is on afn.net LOL ;)

As always "talk" means physical speech and 'talk' means emphasis and internal dialogue.

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Two months have passed since the angel left the devil on his search; two furiously long months since her disappearance and the end of hope for him. There were no words to describe the flurry of emotions that had passed through him that day and they days that followed. With every single gentle wave that lapped on the shore or to the tempests and squalls that battered pirate, privateer, and the innocent passenger ships alike, there was a change in the air.

If there was ever a time the sea 'truly' reflected the sea-devil’s mood, it was now. A hurricane had blown into the Caribbean and was the worst seen in decades. Davy Jones himself stood near the bow and refused to go below. After everything he had been through all the battles and loss this was how it would end?


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He was sure the heart was there. It was there! How could it not have been there? He had the entire ship searched over and over and threatened and mutilated a person for each corner that was searched until there was no person left to mangle and no room left to search.
As the rain and wind blew the cold rain onto him, his fury increased. Furious waves broke over the Dutchman’s sides and she tipped violently about. The heart had simply gone, vanished.

Not even the Kraken’s blows to the ship and seeing the souls, bodies and all sink below the depths could satisfy the thirst for more blood and the pain.

He had thrown the locket overboard, but not before crushing it. It could have been so much simpler if he only not believed the treacherous nature of that vile woman. If had not fallen into her traps and feeling she loved him in return. If only had had seen. Now, there was no way to tell where it was and who had it and again in the end he was left with nothing. Everything had been for nothing.

All across the Caribbean, waves turned to squalls. The colossal giants lashed and dove around the Dutchman. Each wave lashed across her decks for every thought of pain, every thought of betrayal and heartbreak; for each day he cried alone, for every drop of blood that dripped from the self-inflicted wound that he had hoped would bring relief and an escape from his life. He had not wanted an end with Death and because he had held onto the pain from life, it prevented him from succumbing fully to the other side. Now, he teetered between life and death, a collector of souls for the devil because he had been too afraid to accept God. And from every heartbeat that remained alive before his fall from grace.

Jones grimaced as the Devil’s face appeared in his mind once more. If he did not find his heart, he would not gain that salvation from whatever, saint or demon.

Midnight had come and passed, but he still had not moved. The crew, only too used to his angry and moody behavior, continued on and went safely below deck. The storm and waves would not take them down, but a heart broken captain could.


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The tempest still held on with all it’s strength even when his own had ebbed. He finally left his spot and entered his cabin.
He sat tiredly onto the bench and closed his eyes as droplets of rain fell from his hat and onto his face.

A loud crack of thunder broke through the sound of the storm and was loud enough that it sent the pipes of the organ into an odd composition of smoke and groans. Another loud crack of thunder made the noise even louder and Davy gripped the bench tighter. A heavy thump hit above him. Everything was tied down and no one was up there . . . he was in no mood to deal with it, but a stirring of familiar feelings enveloped him the longer he sat there. He stood up and with his odd walk went above deck.

The pitch black darkness prevented even his toned abilities and his vision was blocked to no more than a few feet. Another huge wave toppled over the ship as he inspected the deck. He came upon the first mast when he found the source of the noise.

There she was in all her glory. Her black hair plastered to her small frame white wings folded behind her. She raised her head as he approached and for once he was taken aback

from the ferocity in her eyes. Usual pools of silver and blue, now they glowed deep gray.

He didn’t need to be close to see she was saddened and it was directed at him. And by the sack she held in one hand he knew she had not come back just to see him

He watched as she lightly walked towards him. Standing before him, she had watched him, tentacles writhing and face set in stone. She reached into her coat and pulled out a black velvet bag and he knew then what she had been up to.

Davy grabbed her and threw her to the mast. He grabbed the thumping package and clamped the claw around her neck. He growled at her.

She didn’t move. She didn’t even put any effort to save herself as he tightened his grip. She stayed firm.

She would not bend to his whims, would not be swayed by his anger. “Put it back in its proper place. It is the only way.” Selene stared right back at him. “It is the safest place! Get over your pain and forget her. She betrayed you, yes, but it was not your fault.”

His tentacles viciously swaying as he spat back a reply. “I won’t”

“It is your only weakness. Put it back. Do you want to be a slave and always having to obey another’s set of rules?”

After all he had put himself through that night, he could no longer hide the pain from her. “I can’t!”

Her eyebrows scrunched together and then she moved one hand to the heart and one hand to his chest. “I can help you heal the pain”.

He had to look away from her and instead looked and the deck.

Her hand, the one on his chest moved and reached up to cup his cheek. “You don’t have to do it alone.”

His face fell, if only momentarily. Those words seemed awfully familiar to another time and place; with another woman. The claw gripped her tighter and for once he could make out a wince on her face. She healed fast, but that did not mean it hurt any less.

“Please, give me a chance. What have you got to lose?” She stroked his cheek and fully cupped the heart over his own hand. “Will you let me?”

He looked fully at her now as if seeing her for the first time. He squeezed his heart once than twice and tightly shut his eyes. What did he have to lose? Isn’t this what he wanted, to use her? If he put back his heart, at least no one would be able to control him. He enslaved himself with his own burden, but he would damn the day some fool tried to control him. Minutes seemed to tick by as he weighed his options.

“Damn you. Damn you to hell! ” He threw her to the deck. “I do not need you and certainly no one else!”

She made no move to fight him, but she couldn’t help but be sad. He whirled and left for his cabin. He needed to decide what to do with the heart. He had almost made it when he heard a whooshing sound. His heart clenched and he gritted his teeth.

“You showed me mercy captain. Why can you not be granted the same in return?”

He snuck a glance at her. She didn’t know the other reason then that he didn’t want her help.

He huffed. Feathers had fluttered everywhere and she stood before him, wings raised. She was ethereal. And he could not have her. Not a person like him. The heart skipped a beat and he was unconsciously filled with a forgotten, but not unwelcome feeling. If had been human he would’ve blushed. Their spat had left her chemise ripped and torn, exposing her soft skin.

He fought it now, the lust. That forgotten sentiment got stronger and soon pulsed through his veins. Hidden and untamed desire rushed to the surface and he could no longer hold back. When he turned again, it was not hatred he emitted.

The way his face contorted, it seemed…devilish. Selene frowned. This was unexpected. He moved towards her slowly: saunter, step, saunter, step. She froze in place. He grinned as his heart jumped within his hand.

“Why not use you? Is that what you want then?”

He was in front now. “I know how to be rid of me pain”.

“You do?” She replied, naively unaware at what she had changed with his behavior. No matter what she experienced in Heaven, to live it was completely different. There was nothing to prepare her for what was to come.

“Aye, I do.”

He set his pace once more and eyes never wavered from hers. She was backed up to the mast and felt much like a sheep before a wolf, however, there was no Shepard to lead her back from her folly.

“I do.” And he leaned in until his face was mere centimeters away. She felt his breath on her skin, small, warm puffs sending tingling sensations all throughout her body. 'She was unprepared, that was good.'

He reached behind her with the claw, just underneath her left wing and used the other arm, still balancing the beating heart, and brought it up to her chest. He rested on her left breast and she was amazed to feel the pulsing of his against her own. He removed his good hand and tucked the heart inside his petticoat. He focused his attention on the luscious white skin and stroked it and he savored the silken sensation. And without so much as a word, Davy grabbed Selene. He lifted her over his shoulder, wings and all, and made off for his cabin. He cared not if she had a problem with it.


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The crew had heard a commotion up on deck and being the good crew they were decided to skitter about after a long drinking night and see what it was, just in case it was actually anything important.
Maccus was long since gone thus he can’t be in the story at the moment. Some crewmen stumbled while others ambled, but eventually they made it to open and door and were met with . . . surprise! Feathers!

One known as Clanker remarked “Ah damnit! Close da door! T’ain’t nuttin . . . . but ta, y’know, angel-thing”.

“Her name’s Selene.” Bill replied. He was still in his bunk.

“Ye..um, angel thing-Silken…” Another crew member questioned more so than answered.

Some feathers had made their way downstairs and the crew moved quickly away from them. One crew member made to voice his own opinion but was met with a retort from Maccus.

“Don’t even start, Legs.” That would have been the end of it had it not been the Captain’s cabin door being shut right afterwards.

For once, no one had anyone to say.


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Selene was dropped unceremoniously onto floor. She made a move to get up, but Davy’s booted foot blocked her. “Don’t ye move”. She complied.
Satisfied, Davy turned and made his way to his organ where he deposited his heart on the lid. He had no need for it now. He was fast. He was right in front of her again. “Get up.”

His emotions were wild at the moment. In the safety of his chambers, he could do what he pleased with her. Marble wings spread on the floor as a few feathers scattered about. She was pitiful. It was delightful, looking down upon her. Having spent so many weeks aboard, had she come to believe he cared for her?

She, an angel and obviously filled with sin? Sickening as it was, he’d have no relief from it. It had been quite some time since he felt the desire, the lust, and the emotion fluttering inside. A part of him, the darker part, felt soothed to see a creation of Him displayed in a heap before him. She was completely at his mercy. Just as he was she did that sometime, but for no all his attention was on her. Only her.

It was pitiful. Had she nothing to stand up for? Others, even on the verge of death, usually had something to say when they were in the same position. Whether it is penance or an insult, she had nothing. It was more than pitiful. It was aggravating. Chin lowered, he watched and waited. He would not kneel before her.

“What are ye trying to do, eh? Ye damned woman.” One booted step at a time. “Ye’ve been a real pain. I want to know now, little bird, why did ye go after my heart? Ye aren’t hiding anything, are ye?”

He pushed her all the way. Soon, she was backed against the wooden wall and only a small space separated him from her. He laughed. He laughed and laughed until his sides shook. It mattered not if they were from the hysterics of the situation or the once dull emotions he had locked from the world starting to surface. It gave him a mask. His tentacles seethed and curled and the claw clenched tightly shut.

This was a grave mistake for the captain, as he would soon find out.

Her heart stopped. When it started to beat again, the motion was uncontrolled and wild. It was erratic. Her blood had frozen and the her world hazed over. Red clouded her vision and only the background noise of the laughter filled her ears and drummed in her mind. It could not be explained how she felt the rage nor the addictive pulsing through her veins as her red blood oozed to ebony black. Her hands clenched and curled and her teeth tore at her lips and black blood dripped down her face and splattered to the floor. A dark, heated gaze looked upon the source of the laughter and in a split second she was upon him.

One hand grabbed onto the empty socket of his chest and the other clenched the captain’s tentacle hand. If he had felt extreme physical pain before, it was only a fraction in comparison to the pain that seared in him now. She had grasped his soul. His laughter ceased and for a moment he felt powerless. She had been backed into a corner and had attacked.

It was a very different sight. This small woman who had for weeks complied with his every whim and wish now had become the very opposite of her own existence. He could see rims of red flash in the silver eyes and for once he wondered if this was what his victims felt like. She clenched again and his next breathe became a rasp. This needed to end quickly.

She was the quicker and responded before him. “You want to face your final judgment, Captain Davy Jones? I can promise you right now the ninth level of hell would be a better place to go than to have me here capable of dismembering you.”

Even in pain he managed to find humor.

“There is nothing ye can do or ever do to me that can be worse than what I’m already going through. Ye haven’t loved nor died. Ye haven’t had to deal with the cruel ways of the world and the bitterness of loss this accursed life has brought me. Ye, lass, have experienced nothing.” He spat the last part out with more vehemence than Selene (or he himself) had expected and her grip loosened.

Taking advantage of her surprise and confusion he used his speed to whip her into his clutches.

What happened next only happened because Davy knew how fragile a heart was and decided to play Selene’s for al it was worth. The red haze vanished and the icy grip on his soul subsided and he was in control once more. “Ye are too weak for yer own good.” With his claw, he ripped her shirt away and tossed the clothing aside. Her middle and upper parts were bare save for the sash tied tightly against her breasts. She made no sign of struggling. The trousers had to go.

Once removed, her lower parts were only covered by a thin flap which was cut open on the sides and covered her backside as well. He looked over her hungrily. His physical appetite was stronger and the disgust he had carried with him since the beginning had fallen victim to desire. Just as he continued to play with the tightly placed knot separately her milky skin and his tentacles, he stopped.

Davy threw her away angrily and his heart beat erratically on its resting place on the organ.

He could not go thorough with it. He could not take advantage of her. The small sliver of humanity that had remained in him despite all the changes he had undergone had crept back into his consciousness. He had not stopped because he had turned hero nor had he just experienced enlightenment. He had stopped because he knew Selene did not understand what he had been trying to do.

It was her innocence. That prevented him from pursuing any further.

He leaned away and moved towards the organ bench. “You can go”.

Selene did not move and remained firmly rooted in her spot.

Frustrated, he yelled. “I said ye can go! Before I change me mind.”

Again she didn’t move. Exasperated, he fell more than sat on the bench. His mind was swimming. If she stayed any longer…

Something cool graced his temple. Had he not been paying attention? She had gotten even closer.

“Show me what?” It was his turn to tremble as she stretched her body around to view him. He frowned. “Did ye have any idea what I wanted to do to ye?”

She was unfazed and lifted her hand to stroke lightly on a few stray tentacles on the side of his face. “I had an idea.”

Davy snorted. His clawed arm rested on the organ while his good one supported the weight of his face as he leaned against it. “And ye would have let me willingly put ye through that?”

“If that had been what you had truly wanted…”

“What?”

A finger was to his lips silenced him. “Show me.”


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End of Chapter 9

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