Fathoms Under Chapter 1: Ocean Eyes, a Pirates of the Caribbean + Aquaman Crossover fanfic

So I am gonna try my hand at something. It's a multiple crossover, but the main ones are Aquaman and Pirates of the Caribbean... With a splash of Percy Jackson in there. I may leave it as Aquaman? I don't know… It starts POTC and will work from there into Aquaman. I already have how in mind.

I am going to put this as… I think T. And if it goes up it will increase on my AO3.

Picture is up. The story itself, very first chapter, is almost 5,000 words? I am gonna name this… Ocean Eyes. (It was "Timeless". I am hereby changing it.)

Arthur Curry x OFC. (Of course. I couldn't help this okay. I saw Aquaman more times than I can count now and I needed this. I don't know about you, but I needed this. There isn't enough Aquaman stories on here and I needed something that was cool. ...Hopefully.. Italic is emphasis or flashbacks, obviously.)

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A dark cloaked figure moved unhindered by the water around them, the fabric dancing gracefully around the feminine body as the woman used the shadowy depths that reached heavenward from the coral reef as the perfect camouflage. Having to flee from their own home, the darkness was a perfect safe haven for the near loneliness that clawed at her very soul.

A soft cry reached her ears then, taunting her even if she forgot the supported weight held within her arms. Almost… instinctively, humming produced itself from dark lips, the sound almost warped as bubbles raced to the surface with glee and as dark orbs looked down at the cradled babe in her arms… the sea witch could almost feel the corners of her lips twitch into a barely there smile. How odd a sight would have been to any who looked upon her. The woman bounced the babe lightly, gazing down at the near human manifestation of the love that the woman knew her King had for her. Her dreadlocks, with some parts being lighter than the rest, swayed with every movement.

The childe, with two shades lighter than her own skin tone, looked like a beautiful mix of both her parents. She could hardly believe how tiny her fingers and toes were, and for once in her life Tia thought more than just of her and her king. How could she not, looked down at those ocean eyes looking back at her once more… and how soft that black hair felt to touch.

Hesitantly, the woman shifted her grasp to reach into the pocket of her worn dress; and with a near steady grasp she pulled out a extricate design trident necklace with a seahorse charm and two crystals that were different shades of blue. Looking at it with longing in her dark gaze, Tia slowly pulled it over her daughter's head, positioning it to land lower than what she personally deemed as acceptable. With narrowing eyes slowly transitioning into a look of… not acceptance but something closer than dismal… she finally fought herself to utter her daughter's name for the first time in four days, "Axilia Dalma."

And Tia knew, even as she held her daughter closer to her body before they moved on to find their new home, that the necklace from her father was only the first of many things that Axilia will just have to learn to grow into.

A mischievous grin warped on a young woman's face as she swiftly pulled herself up onto the boarding dock, the ocean water trying to clinging to her as she landed her bare feet with a soft thump onto the wooden surface. Her soul felt like it was groaning with yearning, for her most earliest memories were that of the cold comfort that the sea provided. Now forced into the shell of a human form that fit too snug, Axilia learned a thing or two along the road to adulthood. Clutching at the trident necklace that fell onto her bosom, the twenty three year old woman traced the designs etched upon it with a finger before she allowed it to fall from her hand. Her dark hair was pulled into a long flowing braid, though little pieces successfully broke free

Wearing a black dress that now clung to her form, she began to move forward confidently, her booted feet barely making a sound on the port in her stride with an ever so slight skip in her step. Blending within the shadows with the craft that she inherited from her mother, she stalked into Singapore with one sole mission in mind. Chuckling lowly, ocean eyes slid shut as she sensed the unseen through the salted muggy air; holding onto her composure even as the sounds of the various parties with giggling women and drunken idiots reached her ears.

After a moment of silence her mother sent a pulse of power to her, the result was a giggle from her plump lips that may have sounded too innocent, and Axilia placed her necklace in her cleavage before she picked up the bottom of her dress to find the one in question.

It's almost showtime.

Stormy orbs glowed with glee as the young woman made her way up the beautifully designed wooden bridge, skipping up to a creaking little cart that held a cloaked figure and a monkey. She smiled disarmingly at the little chimp in greeting before helping her mother push the cart, under the disguise that she was assisting a person older in age. Oh, how they would thought so had no idea how truly right they were.

She watched as the moon shone from high above upon the golden crab necklace, even as her mother sharply reached to pull the lever to start the instrumental music of the song that none knew more about than the two of them. Axilia reached out her hand in offering and without a moment of hesitation, the monkey leapt onto her. She followed after her mother with her prize, the frigid air dulling as she grew numb to it.

She held her breath, knowing she would release a snicker if she turned back to see as soldiers absentmindedly walked past the cart without so much as a passing glance. How they could be dulled to their own surroundings is beyond my compatible thinking… She truthfully wondered but the almost familiarity of a sharp glare that her mother aimed at her strengthened her resolve to utter such opinions.

The king and his men

stole the queen and child from their bed...

and bound them in their bones.

She still remembered that fateful night in her teen years, after her mother finally opened up to what the very first Brethren Court had done… and Axilia wondered to this day if she mother knew that her daughter once had blood tainting her hands as well. That her baby girl wasn't as innocent as the woman was probably led to believe. She didn't tell her mother that it was also the night that she got her soulmark, for they only were gifted in the event that the person felt in danger or close to death. The outward product of the soul yearning to stay alive. It was also the night that she found out the miraculous properties that she had over water, even in this form. How stupid of them to drop the daughter of Poseidon in what they believed to be a watery grave.

With practiced ease, she eased her body into a almost indifferent slouch; but her heart quickened when she felt more than witnessed with her eyes that the woman whom gave birth to her tighten her body as if she were a snake ready to strike.

Her mother was a woman as changing, harsh, and untamable as the sea… and Axilia couldn't deny anymore that it was something she got from both of her parents. She previously liked to think of herself as separate, having her own code as another being. Now, however… it seemed that they more she was around her mother; the more she understood, and that scary thought was somehow easier to accept. They were, after all, almost one in the same.

The seas be ours

and by the powers

where we will, we'll roam.

Yo, ho...

All hands haul together,

hoist the Colors high.

The words stirred within her soul, hopeful that one day she would be free from this nearly weak containment of a body. How strange that she could heal any wound inflicted upon her by simply touching water but still be apart from it. She shook gently to clear her thoughts away, and when her mother gave her a knowing look Axilia wondered once more if she knew that most had been hunted to pay their dues to Hades. Her mother opened her mouth to speak but at that very moment gunfire interrupted their thoughts, and Axilia fought the twitch that took hold of the right corner of her lips when she saw people running and the metallic sound that came with swords clashing. Her mother dragged her behind a storage container ready for ship transport when her eyes caught a mere glimpse of Elizabeth's wind swept hair as the younger woman ran, before she rose from her hiding place while wondering if she needed any help… only to be pulled down once more by her irate mother.

"No childe, ye must not!" She could tell her mother was angry at the mere prospect of what she was going to do, her accent thicker than normal, her eyes wide almost pleading. Her mother's voice was almost unheard as chaos echoed from around them.

"...I'm sorry." Axilia offered in a sorrowful tone, for once disobeying her mother as she released herself from her mother's firm grip with a few sharp tugs and ran into battle after picking up the sword of a dead man. She sliced her path to Elizabeth, being careful not to stab so she wouldn't have to tug the sword from a body. She knew naught who these attackers were but Axilia would like to think of Elizabeth as a friend, something she knew nothing of.

"Lizzy!" She screamed out as she reached the dirty blonde, slashing the soldier that was behind Elizabeth on his side before lifting a leg to have her boot make contact with his privates. Her smirk growing with a silent taunt as he clutched at himself and fell off of the level, a splash signalling that the water welcomed him home.

"Where have you been?" Elizabeth huffed at her as she fought, making Axilia huff playfully at her tone.

"Why? Did you miss me?" And even though there was no answer that followed immediately, Axilia just knew with certainty that the pale girl did in fact miss her. Elizabeth huffed again in response only a moment later, but this time she was smirking as well.

Straining her ears, the Axilia grinned sharply upon hearing the familiar melody about to end and gazed where the cart innocently sat behind a group of soldiers lining up on the bridge with guns. Pulling Elizabeth harshly from out of the range of fire, Axilia smile shifted quickly into a devious smirk from where they now hid behind a shop quite a few spots away. She moved her lips to the music, anticipation quaking her bones.

Heave-ho.

Thief and beggar.

Never say we -

The music stopped suddenly at the last word, exploding and blasting the soldiers and their commander into the watery river down below the docks.

die.

Out of the corner of her eye she caught movement that made her turn. Her mother, cold and fierce, sat behind the counter that was behind the exploding cart. Dark orbs that were lined in eyeliner and dabs of warrior paint caught hers for a long moment before her mother nodded her head softly, almost unnoticeable. After looking at her mother with softened eyes, knowing that the older Dalma stuck around the offer protection to her child, Axilia jumped back into the fight as her mother crouched down with a hat on her head, becoming invisible once more until she would need assistance.

Elizabeth took off running with Axilia on her heels as they met up with Will and Sao feng's crew. Upon placing her feet on the ship, her mother reached to hold her in a grasp that was much like how Axilia was held as a child. They were silent as Barbossa growled out, 'You have the charts?' She eyed the crew behind Will with a suspicious gaze as the boy chucked them at the white bearded pirate who easily caught them mid-air, "Better yet, a ship and a crew."

"Where is Sao feng?" Axilia inquired at Will, speaking for the first time since coming aboard the ship… though she twisted her lips to keep hidden the amusement at seeing Elizabeth in the corner of her left eye making romance novel stares at the boy and seemingly lost the ability to talk.

"He will cover our escape and meet us at Shipwreck Cove." Axilia paused as she heard Will's response. And even though she knew the story, and saw her mother also stiffen in response… there was something more. A feeling threatened to consume her from the inside out, but for all her strength, she couldn't seem to place the reason this fear.

"There is an evil on these seas.." She absentmindedly heard her mother tell Elizabeth then at the bow of the ship and Axilia turned her head, forcing herself to stop eyeing the waving current of the sea longingly, to look the two woman who seemed to be doing the same thing. "That even the most bloodthirsty pirates have come to fear.."

Elizabeth caught her eye for confirmation, and Axilia held it for a little longer than a second before nodding, signaling that she felt it to. Even without the mystical arts that her mother taught her under her belt, she knew instinctively that her mother's words held truth indeed. ...Her step-father's crew no doubt hoist the sail.

Axilia turned back to the sea before sighing softly as the cool wind blew the salt from the sea to cling to her form in comfort. It was a call that she couldn't answer back anymore but she knew at least one thing with certainty.

Nothing good could come out of Davy Jones...

Nothing good at all.

And, Axilia sighed as she touched the right area of her torso where the phantom pain sometimes echoed, that was apparently something that Dalma women learned the hard way.

"Sashia." Axilia uttered softly to the yellow and white scaled Burmese Python as it slowly made it's way to her, whom that her mother gifted her with when she had uttered that she wanted a pet of her own. And you know, the younger Dalma had thought of a beautiful falcon or something aquatic… not a highly venomous snake. Really, thank you mother. She thought with sarcasm, and suspected the gift was bought because venom could be used in multiple ways. To this day, she still knew naught the reason behind it. Still, the young snake had grown to almost full size in what seemed like no time at all.

It slid up her chair, coiled around her right arm with it's cold scales to lay it's head upon the back of her hand. Sticking it's tongue out to taste the air, the heavy snake in question stayed there in that single position for a few minutes before sliding down to hunt for prey within the hut. Axilia looked to her mother, boredom growing within her even as she watched the display of crushing roots to be used for later. She couldn't withhold a sigh, even though it gained her mother's attention. To which she shrugged at, for there was longing in her soul to see uncharted waters. To know and explore the hidden depths of the world.

Her mother was one of the few that Axilia had come to know within her seemingly short life that understood. She held a restless soul within her shell, one that showed more mysteries than answers. Her mother quirked her lips in her direction in response, knowing all too well how that felt. There was a creak of movement above their heads, making Axilia roll her orbs as she didn't necessarily care for their… new houseguest.

She kept silent however, instead choosing to look upon her snake once more before sleep consumed her from the spot she held in the chair. When she awakened, her mother was still in the same spot that Axilia seen her - behind her desk fooling with magicks that her daughter never took much interest in. The only difference was a warm blanket was draped over Axilia's form, making her lips twist upward before something reached her ears outside of the hut. She reached for the small knife hidden within her dress before Axilia even knew she was doing so. It wouldn't be the first time that someone got drunk and brave, probably wouldn't be the last either.

It wasn't until a face that was coming familiar peered into one of the empty holes of glass in the middle of the door frame… that, finally, Axilia relaxed. She hoped that Jack Sparrow didn't come to them with trouble hounding after him, "Mother." She uttered in warning and Tia looked up sharply to see Jack stayed within the doorway until they allowed him entry, his attire the same as they both remembered him to wear. His cap and the beads in his hair the same as well, though there was more lines on his face now and from this angle she could see the outline of a nasty looking X scar on the upper part of his right cheek.

An almost terrifying grin curled upon her mother's face, fully showing nearly all of her teeth and her dark orbs glinting underneath the soft light. "Jack… Sparrow." Her mother welcomed him in by the way that she uttered his name, which he had been clued in on as well given by the way he stepped forward with a playful grin on his lips.

"Tia Dalma…" Dark eyes that were shadowed deeply with eyeliner caught Axilia's gaze as well, swiftly catching the small blade still in her grasp before looking back at her face once more, "Shorty." He nodded in greeting, though the young woman wondered if she caught sight of worry within his orbs before he masked it. The only thing to ponder was… why?

He started forward again, and stalled in disgust at the bottle that hung from the ceiling to stop at his eye level. It housed a murky yellow liquid with little reptile eye balls at the bottom. Axilia fleetingly thought his expression to be hilarious, especially as this was the only way of life that she knew. Her attention shifted after Jack caught himself and smoothed out his expression however, for more people came into the hut - uninvited - behind him.

"I had a feeling that the wind would blow you back to me one day." Her mother purred at Jack as she picked up a side of her dress with one hand and moved around the desk to be closer to the pirate. Axilia, safely behind her mother, rolled her eyes with restrictions before she went back to gaze at the unfamiliar faces… Jack seemed unbothered by such people. Meaning that these people made up Jack's crew, another question came and went unanswered, why were they even here? When each of their eyes locked on how her fingers were clenched around her blade, they're weight shifted from boot to boot. Skittish, what need does Jack have for them?

The answer came quickly enough as a man with dark hair that was pinned back - natural, she suspected, given into account his eyebrows and a barely there mustache - deep brown eyes cleared his throat to draw attention to himself. When he spoke, his voice held a hint of a Scottish accent even though it was in English, and what he said was the very last thing that Axilia thought to hear from him…

"It seems…" He hesitated when he looked into her mother's eyes before forcing himself to pursue forward. His voice naturally controlled and peaceful, and Axilia couldn't help but marvel at that, especially given the subject at hand. "We have a need to find The Flying Dutchman."

Shock clawed at her insides, making her want to impulsively run her fingers over the mark behind her right ear, a gold trident that had an "a. curry" right beside it. Why her soulmate was named after a spice was beyond her. She could be silent no longer, "...The Flying Dutchman?!" Her hard voice seemed to echo through the silence that engulfed them, and she cursed Jack for bringing whatever troubles to their door. Surely these lot could take their death wish somewhere else.

Each one looked at her then and whatever Axilia's expression consisted of, made all but one turn away from her. It wasn't that she was scared of him, her mother taught her more than enough of teachings not to be, but she wanted nothing to do with whatever Jack was involved in. She blamed Davy Jones for setting her mother up to be contained by the first Brethren Court, and if her mother wasn't caught neither would she be stuck in this shell of a body… fighting fruitlessly to get out.

"Axilia." Her mother sounded calmly, the look in her eyes telling her that she wanted to see where this went before she kicked them out. So her daughter gritted her teeth and watched as her mother moved to sit back behind her desk, grasping hold of her multiple crab claws with two hands before she said spell over them. Others watched the scene that Axilia had witnessed multiple times whenever her mother wanted to find someone, Tia Dalma threw them down onto the parchment that laid on the desk dramatically. And those dark orbs quickly went unfocused as she saw beyond the hut they were in.

"Don't touch her." Axilia growled through clenched teeth at all of them before she made to move to stand behind her mother, fully aiming to swat any hand that dared to not heed her words. She sighed, angered at them all even though she knew naught all of their names.

Damn it, Jack. ...What did you get up wrapped in now?

A cold chill clutched at her bones as brightly colored ocean eyes slowly revealed themselves. Axilia huffed, as she curled into a ball and pulled the blanket to cover her whole bottle for added warmth. It had been a while since she experienced this kind of lowly temperature. Above the wooden boards of her ceiling, noise a buzzed loudly making her groan irritably about it. While half asleep Axilia slipped her shoes on, wrapped her blanket around her and hesitantly started up the creaking stairs to see what all the fuss was about.

Snow gingerly fell from the sky as a shadow emerged from one of the huge glaciers around it, revealing their pirate ship moving through the water slowly. Beside the shivering little monkey, she witnessed two men, whom of which she still didn't know the names of, with snow clinging to their beards. They sat said by side with their arms wrapped around their body trying to conserve body heat. "Nobody said anything about the cold!" One of the men, who had more weight than the other pirate beside him, sneered in outrage.

"I – I'm sure there must be a good reason for our uffering.." The one beside him shivered as he said this, not sparing the man beside him a glance as he did so.

"Why doesn't that o'bay woman," The first one growled out as he glared at her mother, making her blood boil in outrage from within her veins, "not just bring Jack back the same way she brought back Barbossa?! I am sure Axilia would be able to do something to help-"

"Because," Both of their heads jerked to the left as an ancient accented voice interrupted them, their brown eyes widening as they took in the lethal form of the sea witch with her hair in dreads, arms crossed and darkness shrouding within her narrowed eyes, "Barbossa was only dead – Jack Sparrow was taken – body and soul. Axilia," The woman glared at them for the tone they used to say her child's name, "refuses to immerse herself in the practice in fear of losing herself. Neither of us can help a person who went to a place where you only find punishment, and the worst fate a person can bring upon himself." She stepped forward and in one swift movement was in front of them, "That's what awaits you in Davy Jones' locker!"

"Mother..." Axilia uttered softly, watching with understanding as her mother took a deep breath to compose herself before the older Dalma walked away. That could have been worse… she could have turned the men into something slimy.

"...I- I knew there was a r-reason." The skinnier one murmured softly, trying to stop the uncontrollable shivering that seized his body. Axilia wondered why he remained above deck but chose to be silent as her eyes connected with Elizabeth's form, she knew naught what it was but… She was almost sure that the girl was hiding something.

"...What would any of you be willing to do?" Axilia watched with hooded eyes as her mother questioned the group that was just standing around their home, and it seemed as if she was baiting them to a goal. In fact, she was almost positive that her mother was. It had something to do with saving Jack, she figured because that was the subject of conversation… but maybe, just maybe, it had to do with something more. "Hmm?"

More silence followed in response.

"Would you be willing to sail to the ends of the Earth and beyond… to save Jack and the precious Pearl?" Her mother looked around the room at their faces, her eyes glittering with a taunt to each one before she laid eyes on the man who had introduced himself as 'Will Turner'.

He stalled, clearly questioning if such a cost was too great, before strengthening his resolve. Standing tall he released an, "Aye."

"Alright." Her mother grinned brightly, an air of approval clearly taking over, "but… if you want to brave the weird and haunted shores at world's end…" Tia turned from Will to look at the woman named Elizabeth, "Then you will need a Captain who is familiar with such waters."

...Finally! Time to let out the pet, Axilia thought with great relief as booted feet slowly came down the stairs. She watched with faux amusement as the group gathered around the stairs, shock etched on all of their faces. Yes, surprise. Surprise. ...Take him off of our hands! She mentally urged them all as he dramatically waited a moment before speaking.

"So, tell me… what has become of my ship?"

Axilia caught sight of the monkey, that somehow dodged her snake, as he climbed up Barbossa's jacket. After a moment of consideration, she leaned over to whisper softly in her mother's ear, "The monkey can stay… right?"

All she got was a smile in return.

Will walked passed her with the map, careful to not so much as brush her accidentally, and thrusted the rolled up contents into the hands of - "Would you care to interpret, Captain Barbossa?" Axilia found humor in his sarcasm when he said 'captain'. That was one thing that they seemed to have in common, their mutual lack of respect for Barbossa… but her amusement faded quickly as a result of the next eight words that came out of Barbossa's mouth. She suspected that it would come up sometime or another but also hoped that this wouldn't be the subject of conversation of long.

She shivered with the combination of the cold and the reminder of a broken past.

"Ever gazed upon the 'Green Flash'... Master Gibbs?"

Okay. So... I hope you liked it. I think I did okay… maybe. Hopefully I can put out more lengthy chapters and we will be able to get to Arthur sooner... ;) Please let me know what you think?