A/N:AWE soundtrack + Heaven's Light/Hellfire from The Hunchback of Notre Dame + the need to write some good ol' DavyxTia is here. You're off the edge of the map once more. Here there be spoilers! Read and review if you like; it's fun!

At Wit's End

He leaves her because he is required to do so, though such a thing would put him at wit's end.

He does not want to leave her behind without first doing what any gentleman should, and properly marry her.

She only purses her lips at this.

He asks her what's wrong.

She says that there's no need for that. She promises that she will wait for him, a pretty promise in a pretty voice from pretty lips that fold upwards in a pretty smile, and he walks away with her song over his heart, with his faith invested in her.

He sails the world as he is cursed to do, ushers the dearly departed unto the next world.

And he leaves her behind.

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She will not wait for him.

She thought she would be able to, but the world calls and she can do nothing but answer.

She's learned to go beyond guilt. Life is cruel, and she's killed many a man before.

Why should he be any different?

And she leaves him, his memory, his love, behind.

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He returns to that same godforsaken spit of land only to discover that the pretty promise from her pretty lips in that pretty voice was a lie.

All he has left is her little lullaby, which torments him, mocks him.

And he leaves his heart behind.

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He learns later that he is not the only one who wants her now.

She is raging and spiralling out of control. She haunts him everywhere, and he must be rid of her.

Be mine, he commands, or you will burn.

Calypso follows the orders of no man.

He does what he must.

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The pirate king and his men steal the queen from her bed.

It's not my fault. I'm not to blame.

They bound her in her bones.

It is the gypsy girl, the witch who set this flame.

"The seas be ours, gentlemen, by the powers invested in me: let every man what calls himself pirate rejoice."

Destroy her, and let her taste the fires of hell.

And in the shanty tower of ships, there comes a great yell of happiness.

Or else let her be mine, and mine alone.

Calypso has been bound.

God have mercy on her.

The seas are free to all.

God have mercy on me.

And he reminds himself to be happy, that this is a joyous occasion, and so the honorable captain of the Flying Dutchman hoists the colors high and proud.

He pays no mind to her now.

She is as good as dead to him.

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A woman harsh and changing and untamable as the sea stews deep within the bayou swamp.

She asks destiny just how many days he has left (oh, so few indeed, as it turns out).

A touch of destiny will send him falling to the bottom of the ocean forever, make him come crawling back to her like the treacherous coward he is.

And this is a verdict that makes her smile, dark and inky against the candlelight.

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