A/N: Based off a dream I had. Yes, I seriously dreamed this.

Mary-Anne is supposed to be me, but I didn't want to use my real name in the story, because it wouldn't feel very story-like. XD Her friend is no one in particular - I'm just going off of what I saw in the dream.

Got some Maccus love in it as well. Just a forewarning, in case there are any...Maccus-haters (how dare you!) out there.

Party On The Dutchman

"Wow, captain, I had no idea your quarters were so big," Mary-Anne said in awe as she stood in the entrance of Davy Jones' cabin. Truly, it was at least four times as large as she pictured it to be.

'And when did he put in all those tall glass windows?' she thought.

The Flying Dutchman seemed to have grown in size, as well. It was more like a cruise ship, not just in size, but in the way it was suddenly bright and clean (though it hadn't lost its' antique look.)

The setting sun shot beautifully red-golden rays through the ceiling-high windows in the captains' cabin. The water glittered blue, pink, and purple from the dying light. It was beautiful.

"Mary-Anne," said her friend, a girl about her age who was also on the ship, "I don't think you should enter the captains' cabin. He might get angry."

Mary-Anne looked away, knowing that her friend was probably right. Yet for some reason, she was unafraid. She knew that Davy Jones was cruel, temperamental, and merciless, but something inside her reassured her that nothing bad would happen. All she wanted to do was ask the captain if she could use one of his empty store-rooms to throw a party in. She was sure he wouldn't mind.

At that moment, the captain appeared, seeming very distracted and irritated.

"Captain," Mary-Anne began. But Davy Jones took no notice, striding past the two women as if they weren't there. He was muttering to himself, obviously very upset about something.

"Captain," Mary-Anne said again, "would it be alright if -"

"Captain!" Koleniko appeared in the cabin, snatching Davy Jones' already limited attention away from the girls (not that it was ever on them.)

"Darn it," said Mary-Anne. She had lost her nerve. "Maybe it's not such a good idea to talk to him after all." Her friend shrugged and they sauntered off together. They took a seat at the small table in the captains' cabin, waiting for him to return.

The sun sank lower behind the ocean, and before long, masses of people began arriving on the Flying Dutchman. Not as dying men or women who were doomed at sea, but as healthy, happy-looking people who were eager for something exciting to happen.

"Strange," murmured Mary-Anne. "Where did all these people come from, and why are they dressed so nice?" She looked at a woman wearing a sparkly, sequin dress; at a man wearing a black tuxedo and top hat.

Her friend shrugged a shoulder, content just to people-watch.

The crew of the ship seemed to be elsewhere, making plans with the captain. Mary-Anne and her friend hadn't seen them all day.

The guests arriving on the ship were all making their way to the cabin. They filtered in excitedly and unconcernedly, as if all this had been planned.

Mary-Anne looked at her friend. "I don't think Davy Jones is gonna like all these people being in his cabin."

"Maybe we'd better get out of here," suggested her friend.

Just then, Davy Jones arrived on the scene. He didn't seem in the least bit perplexed or upset about all those people being in his cabin. Mary-Anne was surprised at how well he was taking it all.

"Maybe the captain planned this party," she said to her friend.

"And to think you wanted to have one below deck in that old store-room," her friend grinned.

She shrugged. "How was I to know Davy Jones already had plans to throw a party?" She stood up and once again tried to make her way to the captain.

She stopped upon looking through the only glass wall in the room that divided the cabin from the other side of the deck, where the crew usually hung out.

Maccus was seated with a few others, including Koleniko, talking and enjoying some kind of buffet. Mary-Anne just stood there, staring at him.

"He must be voracious - after all it makes sense, he is turning into a shark," she said, and snapped out of her reverie.

Before she had a chance to say anything to Davy Jones, she found him already seated at the table with her friend. He beckoned with his claw for her to come join them.

Mary-Anne sat down with the two. She couldn't help but wonder why the captain had issued a party, nor who all these people were or even how the captain knew all of them (if he even did.)

Her friend left the table to get a drink.

Mary-Anne looked at Davy Jones, bringing up a topic that had been floating around in her thoughts all day. "It must be terrible thinking of Calypso day in and day out."

Davy Jones actually looked melancholy. "Aye," he said, "'tis a bitter thing to bear."

"I'm sorry you went through that." She stole a glance back up at the window, where Maccus was.

"The pain never truly heals. The heart be gone, but the memories linger." He lit his pipe, seeming to sink into his own reverie.

Her friend came back with drinks. The three of them began telling tales, sharing true stories, even making a few jokes and laughing heartily.

At one point, Mary-Anne looked through the window at Maccus. It was harder to see now, because the sun was practically gone. For the first time, he looked toward them, and stopped, as if in shock that his captain was mingling so easily with two young women, as if he didn't have a care in the world. He got up from the table and made his way to them.

Mary-Anne had her eyes on him the whole time.

But as he strode up to them, he didn't seem surprised at all - in fact he seemed delighted.

"Captain," he said, "do you have the dance floor set up?"

"Aye," Davy Jones indicated with his claw. He had set up the dance floor and music right in the middle of his cabin.

Without another word, Maccus dashed off to the dance floor (which, for some reason, was no longer in the captains' cabin but in an entirely separate room.)

Mary-Anne had a crush on Maccus, and was secretly annoyed that he hadn't noticed her at all. 'What does it take to get that guy to notice me?' she wondered.

While she continued mingling with Davy Jones and her friend, she kept stealing glances over her shoulder at the first mate, who was no longer dancing, but chatting with a couple of his besties from the crew.

Davy Jones caught on to what Mary-Anne was doing.

"If you like him," he said, "why not let him know you're interested?"

She looked down, unsure of what to say.

"I'm sure he wouldn't mind. He's been with a lot of women in the past."

Mary-Anne was inclined to feel angry at this. Was that supposed to make her feel better?

'What am I supposed to be, nothing more than a one-night stand?' she thought angrily. Yet she couldn't deny that she was indeed interested.

She looked at the captain. "I'm...I'm not very good with people…" She smiled apologetically.

Davy Jones nodded knowingly. "Perhaps, if I were better with people meself, I would still have my dear Calypso."

Mary-Anne wasn't sure what to say to that. She felt sorry for the captain, for what he went through.

Hours and hours passed by until it was long past midnight. The people had mingled and partied and danced and had a great time the whole night. A lot of them had gone home by now, but there were still some left. A small group was still in the dance room. A few were lingering on a small flight of stairs.

Mary-Anne finally decided to get up and seek out Maccus. He was nowhere to be found.

'I wonder where he went.'

She then saw his unmistakable silhouette in the dance room. 'Aha,' she thought, and headed for the door.

He hadn't been dancing, but was leaning against the wall, chatting with Koleniko - who left just as Mary-Anne came in.

"Maccus," she said.

He grinned at her. "Care to dance?"

She smiled. "Sure."

He took her hand, putting his other around her waist. She held his hand fondly, letting the other rest on his shoulder. By then, everyone had left the dance room. The night was dark, but the glittering stars shone brightly through the glass windows. The sea was dark and tranquil. The music played on.

Mary-Anne danced with Maccus all throughout the night, long after the party had ended.

End.