Title: Davy Jones Treasure
Summary: The other side of Davy Jones Smile
Warnings: May squick some people.
Disclaimer: There is nothing I'd like more than to own a squid man and a gay pirate. Except maybe a nice MLT, you know, mutton lettuce and tomato sandwich; when the mutton is nice and lean and the tomato's ripe? They're so perky, I love that. But I don't have one.
Startled awake, Jack blinked his eyes against bright sunlight. Small birds stared at him quizzically, almost disbelieving to his eyes. He snapped at them: "Yeah, I know I should've been dead already, 'ts what I'm tryin to figure out!" The birds tutted at him disapprovingly and stalked off. Jack sat on the sand with his back to the water, elbows on his knees, head hanging down.
He'd never understand how he kept surviving these sorts of things, he doubted he'd ever know what happened back there with the gigantic pain-in-the-ass squid thing; he wondered if he'd ever really even understand that whole quadrangle he'd gotten himself into with the blacksmith and the military man and the sassy wench and all. He allowed himself a bit of a hopeless chuckle at that. Sounded like the basis for a bad bar joke.
Stranded on a beach, again. Alone, again. Worst of all, not a drop of rum with which to dull it all out. He hadn't even a one-shot pistol. And still the question. He asked himself, disgustedly; "How in hell am I still alive after all this?"
"Don't ya know, boy?" came a gruff voice behind him. "The sea loves ya. It's in your blood, and no matter what you do, how far you run, the sea will always find you."
The voice softened "and you won't die in the hands of the sea, lad."
Captain Jack sighed. "That's terribly interesting." After a pause, he added, just above a whisper "Somehow, I suppose, I always knew that. And why would you think I'd run from it, seeing as my love for the sea has no rival but my love for the Black Pearl, who now once again belongs to the sea?"
One could hear the smirk as the voice replied "If that be the case, lad, would you care to join me out here?"
Jack turned to face Davy Jones, standing proudly in a dinghy just offshore. Jack smirked at the sight, then stepped up to face the man.
"Was wondering when you'd finally catch me. Took you long enough."
"was waiting for you to let me. Had enough fun in the land of the living?"
"Aye. Was fun while it lasted."
The two came together in a surprisingly tender, long-withheld kiss. They pulled apart, smiling. Jack rubbed his chin, thoughtfully.
"Mate, one of us is going to have to shave. And it's not going to be me."
Davy Jones said nothing, just smiled as he brought his latest treasure back to the ship.