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Here's chapter two. I don't know how good a romance writer I am- I've never done a romance story before; but I hope it works, since this story revolves around the love between Naminé and Davy Jones. At any rate, on with the show:

Chapter Two: Guilt and Love

Two days later

Deep inside theEndeavour, Beckett's men dragged a man in chains into Naminé's cell, followed by Beckett himself. Also in tow was Mercer, bearing the Dead Man's Chest. He set it down on a table that had been brought in before her entered.

Outside, the Flying Dutchman sailed nearby, past the wreckage of a pirate ship. The lone survivor of the Dutchman's assault had been brought to the Endeavour for interrogation.

Looking pensive, Davy Jones stared at the Endeavour. This was the day Naminé would be forced to choose: serve Beckett, or lose Jones.

Back in Naminé's cell, Beckett laid a sketch book and pastels on the table, and then turned to Naminé.

"The day has come. What is your decision, Miss Naminé? Do you serve me?"

Mercer removed the heart, once again holding a dagger over it.

"Or do you say goodbye to your friend, Davy Jones?" Beckett asked.

Naminé scowled at him.

Beckett sighed. "Your obstinacy will only end in death, Miss Naminé. Now, then. I have a prisoner here to interrogate. I believe he can lead me to one of the nine Pirate Lords."

Naminé's expression didn't change.

"This isn't fair," she said. "If I refuse, punish me, not Captain Jones."

"I am losing patience, Miss Naminé. Make your choice." said Beckett, a hint of annoyance in his voice.

Naminé didn't move.

"Very well. If that is your choice, so be it." Beckett said, his voice low and dangerous. "Mr. Mercer?"

Mercer began to bring his dagger down.

Naminé gritted her teeth.

Beckett was smiling nastily.

Naminé would regret it for the rest of her days, but she couldn't let Jones die because of her. She rushed forward.

"No!! Stop!!" She grabbed Mercer's gloved hand. "I'll do it," said Naminé, hanging her head.

"Good girl," said Beckett. He looked at Mercer. "You see, Mr. Mercer? As I said, everyone has their price."

Three hours later, Naminé was alone in her cell, sobbing, as she'd been doing a lot of for the past few days. She'd never cried this much in her life; but knowing that not only her life but that of her best friend lay in the palms of her hands- well, she couldn't help crying.

There was a sudden whooshing noise, and Naminé looked up. To her surprise, and relief, Davy Jones stood there in the cell. She jumped up from her chair, ran over, and threw her arms around him, burying her face in his beard of tentacles.

Jones smiled, and gently embraced her. "I'm relieved to see you alive and well, too, lass, but what's wrong? Did something happen? Did they hurt you?"

Naminé only continued to sob.

"Naminé, tell me what's wrong."

"I did it," she said, her voice choked with tears. "I couldn't let them kill you, Captain. I did it- I did what Beckett wanted- I erased a man's memory!" Naminé wailed. "I could never live with myself if something happened to you because of me. Please forgive me."

"Naminé, you did nothing wrong… you were being forced to do it…"

"I'm just so glad you're all right! I was so afraid they would hurt you to punish me for being so stubborn!"

"Naminé, shhh. Best keep your voice down, lass. I'm not supposed to be here, after all. If they find me here, even if we're all right now, we won't be all right for long. I know I endangered both of us by coming here, but I had to see you, Naminé- I had to make sure you were all right." said Jones, touching a tentacle-finger to her lips. "This is the only way I can keep my promise to you."

"Promise?"

"Aye. My promise to protect you. It'll be difficult, to be sure, seeing as how we're on different ships, but don't worry- we'll find a way to free ourselves- we need only to wait until the time is right. If I somehow manage to get my key and the chest away from Mercer first, I will come for you, and take you to the Dutchman. But, until I get that opening," said Jones, touching Naminé's face, "wait for me. Or, until we get the chance to break free together. I will not allow Beckett to blackmail us with our own lives. You know of the nine Pirate Lords and Shipwreck Cove?"

Naminé nodded. "Beckett wants to find Shipwreck Cove, so he can face all nine Pirate Lords and their fleets and annihilate them all at once with his own armada."

"You overheard this, or did Beckett tell you?"

"Both," Naminé replied.

Jones chuckled softly. Then he grew serious again. "If Beckett does find the Brethren Court, the outcome cannot be predicted. But one thing I can be sure of: there will be a battle, and if it's as chaotic as I think it will be, we will have plenty of chances to free ourselves. We can use the confusion to our advantage. Regardless of the battle's outcome, I promise you this: we will be free. Or, at least, I will free you. You've saved my life twice- once, when you refused to erase my memory for Sparrow, and again, just today, albeit by obeying Beckett. It's my turn to save your life. I don't know what you do to me, Naminé, but when you're around, Icare more, I feel more. It's almost like I have a second heart," said Jones, running his hand down Naminé's neck and arm, and then taking her hand, "even if she doesn't have one of her own."

Naminé blushed.

"I should go. The longer I stay, the more I risk your life. I'll come back when I can. Keep me abreast of Beckett's plans, if you can. The more I know, the better I can plan our escape." Jones embraced her again. "For now, just obey Beckett. Don't give him any reason to harm you."

"Or you," said Naminé. "I will- I'll be a good girl- for now," she said, giggling. Then, impulsively, driven by the rush of affection he filled her with, Naminé stood on her tiptoes and kissed Jones on the lips, her arms around him. Then, gasping, she released him, turning away and blushing. "I'm sorry! I don't know what came over me! I- It's just that I've missed you so much. I know it hasn't been all that long, but-"

"It's all right, lass. Truth be told, I wanted to kiss you again, too." said Jones. He moved closer again. "But before I go, in case we don't live another day, I want you to know something."

Naminé just waited for him to continue.

"I… I think… I think I've fallen in love with you."

Naminé just smiled.

"I don't know how or when it happened, but… I'm sure that's what I feel, why I feel, when I'm with you." said Jones softly. He touched her face gently, hoping what he felt could be seen in his watery blue eyes. To his surprise, he saw tears cascading down Naminé's face, even as she smiled.

"What is it?" Jones asked quietly.

"You know, it's strange," said Naminé, her voice wavering, "Even though we haven't known each other for long, and I'm so much younger than you, I… I feel the same. A bond, you could say, like I know you, understand you, on a soul level. Perhaps because we both lack hearts. Well, whatever the reason, I think I love you, too, Davy Jones." She reached up, took his face between her hands, and lowered his face to kiss him again, this time longer and sweeter

Jones held her tighter, his beard tentacles gently caressing Naminé's face, wiping her tears away.

"You know, I thought I heard two voices in there." There came a voice outside the cell.
"The girl's, and Jones's. Lord Beckett won't be happy if Jones is in there."

Jones and Naminé, hearing the voices, quickly separated.

"Go! Quickly!" Naminé whispered.

"Wait. Please. Wait for me." said Jones, with one last quick touch of her face, and then he was gone.

Naminé sat in her chair, the memory of Jones' touch, his unique kiss, on her lips. She knew what he'd meant- his former love, the sea goddess Calypso, hadn't waited for him to return after his ten-year tenure at sea, in a job the goddess herself had given him. He'd agreed to do it, but on the one day that decade he could go ashore, she hadn't been there, as Calypso had said she'd be. He was asking her, Naminé, to wait for him. Not to be like Calypso. Not to hurt him. She had every intention of never doing so.

The door to her cell swung open. Quickly she looked forlorn again.

"You fool. No more false alarms. It's bad enough you sight ships that aren't there or that prove not to be ships at all but rocks or islands. How did a man like you ever get into the Royal Navy?" Beckett said peevishly. "No more false alarms. Am I clear, soldier?"

"Yes, sir," the man said, looking abashed.

They exited, Beckett casting one more glance at Naminé as he left.

When she was sure they were gone, Naminé smiled again and pulled her chair up to the table. She opened her sketchbook. The picture she drew would have to be hidden from Beckett, but it felt good to draw it. Hidden, at least, until she could give it to Jones.

"There," she said when she finished.

"To My True Love, Captain Davy Jones," she signed it, "Love, Naminé."

It was a picture of them kissing, happy, and together forever, in Twilight Town, her world. True, it could never be, but it was a pleasant daydream, and the thought of her new love would help her get through the waiting until she could be free- and be with him- again.

Next up: Naminé visits the Dutchman, and witnesses Governor Swann's murder on Beckett's orders!

Okay- chapter two. Please be gentle with the reviews- remember this is my first romance story. R&R! No flames!! See you in Chapter Three!