First PoTC fic here. Hope you'll like it and feedback is welcomed!

Disclaimer: I never will own PotC or any of their characters. I only own Selene or any other OC I make. No money was produced during my tapping.

Selene's POV

It's cold, so damn cold. I know I'm not in that warm place anymore. Where am I then? I try to move my limbs, but they are frozen. And, what is this? Is this . . . blood? When did I have blood? My eyes, already glued shut, tighten further as I feel pain ebb through me. That is strange. I have never really felt pain before. Instinctual I suppose. Back to that question again. Where am I? As if a switch had been turned on I became ever aware of my surroundings or rather lack of. My eyesight vaguely returning I guessed it was night for there were stars glittered about and had I not been in pain they would have been a much more pleasant sight to behold. It is now after having my sense of reasoning back that I am in fact nowhere known to me. I'm floating and it's wet. Lots of wet. And salty? I move my head slightly and wincing and I see waves. Black waves swirl in and around me pushing me along whatever path their taking.

I feel as helpless as the people I try so dear to protect. I close my eyes as tight as I can. I can feel it now. Grief, the pain; the loss. My body shakes uncontrollably as I weep. My tears stream down my cheeks and mingle with the tender waters lapping at my face. I had no idea as to why I had been put here or why I was injured. God only knows. Had I done something wrong? Had a misjudged or overstepped my bounds? I am trembling now. My wounds are too grave and my will too shredded. It's harder to stay awake now and I no longer fight it. I leave myself to the mercy of the waves, to the sea, and even more, I leave myself at mercy of God.

DJ's POV

She's laying above me, this epitome of delight. Her long ebony tresses as black as the sea's depths gleam before my sight. And eyes of the most unique stare back at me. I have never seen two colors blend so perfectly. Of moon silver and blue they were. Her skin was as soft as silk and as light as porcelain. I move my good hand to her face and trace her jaw. She leans into the caress and pouts her lips. Her eyes are heavily lidded. She is lost in the same desire which has forsaken me And I let myself a smug grin. She's barely dressed as it is and her actions have given me quite the good view of her front. I leave her face for a moment and my eyes linger to her chest now breathing in and out rapidly. I am vexed. It has been a while since I've been with a woman much less a piece of art such as this rare beauty. She moves again this time placing her two small hands on my person, one removing my tricorn and the other making its way sneakily under my shirt. My gaze shoots back to hers and I am startled (slightly) by the way her own gaze seems to glow as if finally seeing something in a new light. She moves closer still, her face mere inches from mine.

I knew she shouldn't be doing this and neither should I. The calling is too strong. My urges were overcoming my senses and it seemed she was doing the same. For one night I truly wanted to forget everything that had transpired between us. The world and its soulful nature could be left for the moment. I wanted this, no, I needed this. I needed the release and who couldn't resist this siren's call? And so, for that sake I fully immersed myself. I pulled her closer to my chest and could feel her heartbeat against my own, heartless one. Her hand still roamed underneath my shirt and I shivered under her cold touch. She smiled and almost giggled at my act. "Mercy, Captain?" she whispered. I couldn't respond so I merely tightened my hold on her. It worked or so I thought. She craned her neck and pulled herself so her face was directly in front of my own.
"We can never grant mercy to the sinful, Captain". And with that her lips were on mine.

I awoke to a pounding at my door. I must have fallen asleep on the cursed organ again. Now that was a dream I haven't had yet or rather ever. The knocking became louder.
"What?!" I managed to bark. I was never in a good mood, but I was in a fouler one than my usual.

"Captain! Th'a Kraken! She's eh broughta us somethin'!" the crewmember know as Maccus hastily replied.

Bewildered, I made my way from the organ and ripped open my cabin door. There was Maccus looking somewhat shaken. I frowned. "I hope ye have a good reason t'a be waken me at tis god forsaken hour".

I made the way to above deck and was surprised to find my other crew dispersed around deck. Most were on the right side and peering over The Flying Dutchman's hull.

Hearing my sauntering walk they all left the object of their vexation for the moment and looked at me. I gave them the scariest look I could muster and pushed past them to have a look for myself. As I peered over the first thing that came to mind was the hundreds of strange feathers clustered together and being pushed along from the waves. Second, I noticed beast herself hovering near the ship's side. She wouldn't appear for just any reason. As if noticing my thoughts the said beast moved and lifted one giant tentacle above the waves and hovered mere meters from the deck.

"She's got somethin' in er tentacle!" Maccus gasped as if seeing the Kraken for the first time. I almost rolled my eyes. Indeed she did have something for me.

The tentacle uncoiled and an arm dropped downwards and finally the body dropped to my deck. The beast slipped into the depths once more.

I couldn't move. I dare not move. I didn't have some pirate or even a victim of the sea.

It was not a soul I could enslave for the next 100 hundred years. It was a woman. A woman with wings. The crew backed off, but I did not. Something was making me drawn to her. I knew I should be feeling something. Anger, rage, fear even, but I felt nothing. I was as hollow as the heart that should be beating within my.
A being such as that was not here for my enjoyment. She would be here for something else, I'm afraid.

End of Chapter 1