Mary had tears rolling down her cheek and Davy was beginning to well up as well. Mary pushed Davy back gently.

"I can't do this," said Mary, "It isn't right. I don't know you."

Davy twitched his tentacles in confusion.

"Wh... Why?" he asked.

"You've never been there for me," Mary said, "I don't know you."

Davy lowered his head.

"Cheer up," Mary encouraged, "I don't hate you. Much."

Davy looked up and chuckled desolately.

"Shall we get back to my ship then?" said Davy.

"Aye, why not," Mary tried to smile - failed.

"Now hold onto me and close your eyes," said Davy.

Mary reluctantly put her arms around Davy's waist and rested her head on his chest. Davy's eyes twitched slightly. Mary closed her eyes.

She opened her eyes again. She was aboard the Dutchman. The crew stared at her.

Davy went into the cabin followed by Mary. He sat at the organ and tested a few of the keys. Mary stood in awe at the amazing instrument.

Davy played. Mary stood with her mouth open, watching. Davy stopped and turned around to look at her.

"Do you play?" he asked.

"No," she replied, "Well, not as good as that!"

Davy smiled and stood up to let her have a go. Mary grinned and sat down and tested a few keys. She played Hall of the Mountain King. There were a few mistakes but she covered them up well. She finished playing.

"Good," nodded Davy, "Not bad."

The smiled a little.

BANG!

A gunshot came from on deck and Davy's and Mary's head turned simultaneously.

"COME OUT JONES!" shouted an unfamiliar voice, "MATTERS OF GREAT IMPORTANCE! A CERTAIN HEART SEEMS TO BE IN OUR POSSESSION!"

"Not Jack," said Davy confused as he headed towards the door.

Mary followed closely.

Davy opened the cabin door and stepped out grandly. He was cuffed and escorted to the centre of the deck and pushed to his knees. He noticed that two of his crew men had been shot to death and lay bleeding on the floor. There were a lot of the navy soldiers standing to attention guarding the rest of the crew. The navy ship was small and streamlined. It would have easily caught up with them off guard.

Mary was left unnoticed by the cabin door.

A man strode forward. He wasn't very big, very strong but he was high in authority which made him look more fearful.

"Well, well," he said, "Davy Jones, I presume."

"Captain Davy Jones," said Davy as he held his head up proudly, "And who are you?"

The man sneered.

"I am Lord Beckett, leader of the East India Trading company," he said, "And you have every reason to fear me."

"Why?" demanded Davy.

"Because I have your heart," laughed Beckett taking out a piece of bloody cloth.

The remaining crew stared nervously and tense as it beat slowly.

"And because of that, I'm supposed to fear you, eh?" sneered Davy, "I can live without it."

Beckett's face fell. He frowned. He took the heart out of the cloth and pointed his gun at it.

"Eh?" leered Beckett, "How about now?"

"Nope," grinned Davy smugly, "I don't care."

Beckett squeezed the heart in frustration. Davy yelled in pain and grabbed his chest.

Mary opened her mouth to shout. She held her hand out to help but then thought better of it. She hardly knew him, why should she help him? And anyway, she didn't want to attract attention to herself.

"Do you don't fear me now?" smirked Beckett.

"Ung... no reason," gasped Davy, "to."

Beckett's face fell. He looked at the heart and squeezed again.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGH!" screamed Davy as he flung his head back.

"Stop that!" shouted Mary. She didn't care who these people in front of her were, that just wasn't nice.

All the soldiers and Lord Beckett darted their eyes in her direction.

"Stay away," winced Davy, "Just stay back!"

"And who's this?" smiled Beckett.

"None of your damn business," snapped Davy.

Beckett threw the heart to the floor and Davy yelled in pain again. Beckett leaned forward so he was square with Davy's face.

"I think you'll find," he said, "That it is totally my business."

Davy breathed heavily and stared back grimly.

"She's my daughter," he said reluctantly.

Beckett stood up and smiled broadly.

"Do you like your father, kid?" shouted Beckett, "Do you hate to see him suffer?"

Beckett dug his heel into Davy's heart. Davy yelled louder.

"He's no father of mine!" screamed Mary, "But YOU are just an evil bastard!"

She ran forward to hand poised, ready to hit Beckett but he pulled out his gun. She froze staring sternly at him.

"You're mean," she said,

"I know," he replied, "I gathered that from what you said before. But there's nothing you can do about it."

He dug his heel into Davy's heart on the floor. Blood seeped out and Davy collapsed to the floor screaming in agony.

Mary's breathing grew heavier, she clenched her fists and began to walk forward. She was in a state of rage. She couldn't stand unnecessary suffering. She accelerated towards Beckett.

Beckett cocked the hammer back and grinned. Mary carried on walking forwards getting faster and faster. She was about 20 feet away when Beckett realised that she hadn't stopped.

"No," whimpered Davy.

Mary drew her hand back ready to hit...

BANG!

Mary froze. Beckett held the smoking gun in his hands. He was pale-faced and shocked. Mary opened her mouth to speak but blood dripped out. She fell to her knees. Blood spread down her shirt.

Davy tried to speak but he was in too much pain. Tears flooded to his eyes and rolled on the floor, sobbing and covering his eyes.

"Dad?" said Mary as she flopped to the floor, blood spreading on deck.

The navy soldiers stared at Beckett shocked to think that he'd shot her. Davy's crew bowed their head as a sign of respect. Beckett looked at the gun, shocked at himself for what he had done.

"Why?" whispered Davy, "Just, why?"

Davy looked at his daughter and sniffed and sobbed. Black blood dripped out of his mouth with the pain. Beckett was still staring at his gun. Then he stared at Davy with his mouth open with disbelief. He looked back. He could see the pain and mourning in Davy's eyes and he felt strange and awkward.

Beckett bent down and picked up Davy heart. It was black from blood and was crippled and beaten. He held it up and pointed his gun towards it. He looked down at Davy. He was smiling weakly and nodding. Beckett closed his eyes and sighed. He looked up and put the heart on the barrier of the ship. He cocked the hammer, aimed and shot.

Davy yelped weakly, breathed heavily and then relaxed.

Beckett dropped the gun and lowered his head. The soldiers stopped staring at the events taking place and stood to attention again and waited for their orders.

"Let's go," he said wearily. He had a tear in his eye and he headed for the ship.

"But what about the crew?" said one of the soldiers.

"Leave 'em," he said, "Lets' go."

The soldiers shrugged and left the pirates standing. They walked the gangplanks back to their ship and made sail. Lord Beckett resigned to his cabin and didn't emerge.

Davy's crew didn't know what to do so the first mate was made to take charge.

"Set sail for Tortuga," commanded the new captain, "And we'll go from there."

Davy's and Mary's bodies lay on the deck, lifeless and still. The crew did the honourable thing and placed them in the small ship that Mary had arrived in. The crew had a miniature funeral but it was difficult without the captain. The new captain carried out the service.

They sunk the small ship somberly.

Mary and Davy would be lost to the depths.

Forever.

Together.

At last.