Ok mates. This is like the Alternate Adventures, but they all take place after Bree and Davy got back together. I'm still in mourning after AWE, so I desperately need some Bravy fluff. So, same deal. If ye come up with an idea ye would want to see in Bravy fluff, here's where ye can post it! I try to take all of them, but mostly ones I can work with. Okee…I'm ready for fluff! Oh, and heck it doesn't have to be uber fluff. It can be anything that happens to them after they're hooked up.

So this is one I set for meself. It's just a little bit of sentimental stuff…Davy's reminiscing about Calypso. Of course the first flame never really dies, but he's got Bree now. Still, I liked the idea of him having a bit of sadness and Bree being there for him. Also it's kind of my revenge on Calypso for the third movie…grrr…

"I don't have t' go ashore if ye don't want me to, Davy."

Jones turned, surprised, "Why wouldn't I want ye to go, Bree?"

The girl looked down at him as he stepped down into the ship's boat, her eyes serious. That look made Jones a bit uncomfortable and worried.

"I know what's here, Davy. Ye ain't foolin' me."

Jones realized what she meant, and he felt pain stab through his heart, still new to him. He took the girl's hand in his good one, looking up at her.

"Bree, ye'll never have to worry. I love ye, an' nothin' can change that. Nothin'."

Bree smiled, a small, sad smile, "I believe you, Davy."

Jones felt his heart growing heavy at her smile. He knew it was a burden she had to bear, the knowledge that her husband had once been so infatuated with one woman. But that was a long time ago.

He leaned upwards, taking Bree's face between his hand and claw, and kissed her deeply, letting her know. Then he stepped down into the ship's boat.

Bree watched as he headed towards the small island of Isla Cruces. She felt the weight pressing in on her. It wasn't jealousy, and it wasn't fear of losing him. It was sadness, for him. She knew it was harder for him than for her to bear the burden of two loves, one old, one new.

Jones took a moment to enjoy being on land again. It was always a strange sensation, so foreign after ten years at sea. But he quickly grew used to it, and then turned to walk down the beach. After centuries of coming to this place for one purpose, he knew exactly where to go.

He had left everyone aboard the Dutchman, as always. He knew it wasn't fair, but…he needed this time alone.

There it was…he would know it anywhere, that patch of sand. He knelt on his good knee, clearing away the first layer of sand. He then began to dig, using his claw. It didn't take him long to find it.

Pulling out a large crate tightly bolted shut, he brushed sand from it, then took a key from the inside of his coat. He opened the crate, looking inside, feelings washing over him.

Inside were all the memories he had long abandoned, long wanted to forget. Faded flowers and long beads of pearls, love-gifts that had been callously returned. Letters, oh, so many letters! Poems, sonnets, just love letters and letters in general. All to the same name.

Calypso.

Jones sighed, blinking hard several times. He couldn't deny that he still had a place in his heart for Calypso. But that old affection, while still there as a memory, was nowhere near as fierce as his love for Bree was. She was with him now, and she loved him. But it hurt Jones to know that Bree had to share his heart with a woman who had never really loved him back.

I still could never love Bree more than I do now.

But it wasn't fair to Bree.

But she understands…

"Davy?"

Jones turned his head quickly to see Bree coming down the beach, somewhat hesitantly. He smiled, beckoning to her.

Bree reached him, looking a bit nervous, "I'm sorry…I know ye didn't want anyone with ye, but…"

Jones reached out and took her hand, kissing her palm, "No, Bree, I'm glad ye came. I…" he paused, a sudden bubble coming into his throat, "…I need you."

Bree stood behind him, her hands on his shoulders, looking down at the chest.

"She was beautiful, wasn't she? Your Calypso?"

Jones glanced up at her, stroking her arm, "Aye…she was…but she's not mine anymore."

He turned to her fully, "You are mine, Bree…an' ye're far more beautiful than Calypso ever was. Calypso was…wasn't true, like you are. Calypso was false. You aren't."

Bree knelt down beside him, placing her head on his shoulder. She closed her eyes, arms around his neck.

"I'm sorry, Davy…"

"Don't be sorry, love. If I hadn't done all this…" He turned to face her, stroking hair from her forehead "I'd have never met you…" He kissed her softly, drawing away, then kissed her again, not satisfied with only one. Perhaps Calypso's betrayal had made him wary of losing Bree. But he never had to worry. Bree would never leave him.