Why, hello there. So nice to see you all again. I know I was promising another chapter for Roarin' and a GabrielxJessamine oneshot, but I've been on a Pirates of the Caribbean rampage and I just couldn't resist. Now, I'll be going to see the newest installment next Saturday, for my sister's birthday, so nobody spoil anything!

The original plan was to rewrite the first three movies using the characters from Clockwork Angel. However, that proved to be very difficult for me and I decided to just do a drabble fic set to certain scenes from the movies. Once I see On Stranger Tides, I'll include drabbles for that, maybe. And who knows, I may change my mind and do a full-fledged rewrite of the movies. For now, though, I'll stick with drabbles.

As for who is whom, in this little world, I have a list. This list is consistant for every update.

William Turner - James Carstairs; Elizabeth Swann - Teresa Gray; Jack Sparrow - William Herondale; Hector Barbossa - Magnus Bane; James Norrington - Gabriel Lightwood; Mr. Gibbs - Henry Branwell; Gov. Swann - Robert Gray; Cutler Becket - Axel Mortmain; Mr. Mercer - Nathaniel Gray(son); Tia Dalma/Calypso - Camille Belcourt; Davy Jones - Alexei de Quincey; Elizabeth's chambermaid - Sophie Collins; Mr. Brown - Thomas (Brown); Scarlett and Giselle - Charlotte and Jessamine.

And there you have it. Now, some side notes. I found it disturbing that Norrington was almost twice Elizabeth's age in the movie, no matter how common it was for the time period. So, in this, Gabriel will be only one year older than Tessa, making him twelve when they crossed to Port Royal and about twenty in the present time frame of the storyline. Benedict will serve as the current Commodor and then Gabriel will get the promotion and surpass him at the age of twenty. I'm not sure what I'll do in place of Boot Strap; I'm still working on that one. All of the other pirate lords, as well as Captain Teague, will remain canon. Nate and Thomas' surnames have been altered for the purpose of this story. In case you're all wondering, Mr. Brown is the blacksmith who conks Jack with the glass bottle in the first movie.

Now that this dispicably long author's note is out of the way-my apologies-let's get on with it.

DISCLAIMER: CC owns the incredible Infernal Devices characters and the world of Pirates belongs to Disney.


She was alone. They had locked her away in a cell below deck, to be kept secret until the time of her release. She sat upon the single bench, head bowed and hands in her lap. Her hair fell in a tangle of blonde braids that spilled over her shoulders and down her back. The skirts of her dress were filthy and tattered, stiff from the spray of salty seawater. She licked her lips, running her dry tongue over the cracked skin.

She wasn't sure if she should be angry or miserable or lonely. Perhaps she felt all of them. To be certain, she was far from happy. The Brethren Court had decided to release her, or so Captain Bane had told her. She knew he would do anything it took to persuade them-his current state of existence depended on it. She, of course, had little faith in his success. The Brethren feared her; feared what she could do. They understood that, were she to be freed, she would take her place as goddess once again and reclaim control of the seas. Her seas, not theirs, despicable blackguards.

The thought of one particular pirate crossed her mind and for a fleeting moment, her heart contracted painfully within her chest. She brought one hand up, caressing the musical heart-shaped locket that hung there. She wondered if he had kept his, too, if he still thought of her. If he missed her as much as she missed him, or did he loathe her entirely, now? She wouldn't blame him, if he did. It was all her fault. But what is one day, to a goddess? Those first ten years were merely seconds, the bat of an eye. To him, though, his love had driven him, the desire to be with her again, for that one day, had given him the determination and motivation to devote to his charge-for her.

And she had left him waiting.

She gently lifted the chain off over her head and opened the locket. The sweet music filtered out quietly, filling her cell with all the sadness and nostalgia she felt inside her heart. A single tear slid down her cheek.

Alexei, she thought. A pang of regret lanced through her. I'm sorry. I did not mean to abandon you. I love you.

The music trailed off and then came to a close. But there was no silence. The song continued, a short distance away at the base of the stairs that led into the brig. Camille's head snapped up, green eyes searching for the source of the music. What she found made her heart stutter and stop, before breaking out into a frantic, painful rhythm. It was him.

He took a single step forward, bringing himself forth from the cover of the shadows and into the candle light, where she could see his face. It was still sharp, handsome in that angular way of his. The skin was moon pale and smooth-looking, but she could see the criss-crossing veins and the dark half-moons underneath his eyes. His eyes themselves were a dark charcoal in color, but where they had once sparkled with warmth and mirth, they were now bitter and cold. She shivered. His hair had paled from gold to the pigment of bones. It was longer than she recalled, hanging to his chest in pale sheets. He looked fierce and otherworldly, but at the same time weary. And angry.

That did not stop the tendril of joy from spreading through her, unfurling quickly until she felt light as air. "My sweet," she breathed. "you come for me?"

The stoic expression did not change; no emotion glittered in his black eyes. "You were expecting me?" His tone was nearly lifeless, no inflection or tremor. No undertone of anything other than indifference. Her heart thumped painfully in her chest.

"It has been torture trapped in this-single form," she said, meeting his blank stare fiercely. "Cut off from the sea, from all that I love-from you."

He came closer, pausing just outside the barred door of her cell. His eyes were hard as obsidian when they stared at her. "Ten years," he said, his voice as hard as his gaze. "I devoted to the duty you charged me. Ten years, I looked after those who died at sea. And finally, when we could be together again, you weren't there."

He snapped the locket closed angrily, emotion leaking into the last three words. He walked forward until he was a hair's breadth from her, separated only by the cell door. His body trembled with fury and unbridled pain. In his dark eyes she could all the confusion and hurt and sadness he had felt since that day and guilt racked her.

"Why weren't you there?" His thickly accented voice broke, barely, but enough for her to catch it. She shook her head and looked at him with sad eyes.

"It is my nature." His head jerked back as though she had struck him. "Would you love me, if I were anything less than what I am?"

His face tightened and closed off, leaving only the bitter anger open to her. "I do not love you." he spat.

Camille's eyes narrowed. "Many things you were, Alexei, but none of them cruel." she said, searching his eyes with her own. "You have corrupted your purpose, and so yourself." she reached through the bars of her cell and placed a slender hand on his chest, right where his heart should have been. "And hid away what should always have been mine."

At her touch, Alexei gasped roughly, as though his breath had been stolen away. His chest heaved and his eyes widened. He looked down and met her eyes dazedly. He was different now, an image of who he had once been, long ago. His white hair had shortened and was now the color of golden silk, long and shining. His skin was golden brown and his eyes were once again the warm, honey gold of the past. For a moment, he could smell the brine of the sea and see the palm trees of the Isla swaying in the sultry breeze. Her could hear laughter-light tinkling and low chuckles; the splashing of feet in shallow water. He was back with her again, so in love and a lifetime away.

"Calypso," he whispered her name on a broken sigh. His calloused hand came to rest on her cheek, delighting in the feel of her soft skin. She smiled sadly and placed her hand atop his.

"I will be free," she said quietly, almost to herself. "and when I am, I will give you my heart, and we will be together always." She let her hands fall away from him and took a step back. "If only you had a heart to give."

At the loss of her hands, the magic faded and he was once again the cold, pale corpse he had been for years. He felt cold and hollow. His chest was painfully empty and suddenly he was filled with the most excruciating, nigh unbearable rage. He snarled and literally melted himself so as to pass through the bars of her prison and into her cell. His black eyes smoldered and he caught her throat in his hand, breathing harshly.

She looked at him, green eyes clouded in apprehension. "Why did you come?"

He did not answer, merely continued to stare at her furiously. She saw something flash in his eyes, but it vanished before she could identify it. Slowly, he loosened his grip on her neck until, at last, he released her. He took a step back and averted his eyes.

"And what fate," he asked, after a moment of silence. "have you planned for your captors?"

"The Brethren Court?" Camille scowled, indignant. Her emerald eyes flashed maliciously. "The last thing they will learn in this life is how cruel I can be."

Alexei nodded slightly, as though agreeing with her words, and made to exit the brig by means of ghosting through the wooden walls. But Camille caught him. "And what of your fate, Alexei?"

She hated how weak she sounded, soft and hopeful, but she had to hear his answer.

Alexei hesitated for only a moment, before murmuring, "My heart will always belong to you." He slipped through the wall and was gone from her sight.

Camille's heart was fluttering and something inside of her warmed at his words. He was still hers. She smiled and took her seat on the bench again. She fingered her locket for a moment, then opened it. She leaned back against the wall and let her eyes slip closed. She thought of another time, far away, where she ran along a white beach and splashed in cool blue waters; Alexei's laughter rang in the air and she had never felt so light.

And all the while, the locket never ceased its bittersweet song.


Well, how was it? I adored the dialogue from the movies, so you'll be reading some familiar conversations. Please, leave me a review and share your thoughts. The opions of my readers are invaluable to me.

Until next time, my dears.

~Anna