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Here's chapter four! In this chapter, secrets are revealed, and the danger increased for our lovers! On with the show!

Chapter Four: Discoveries

Naminé sat alone in her cell again. She had lost track of the number of days she'd been here, in this world. Her heart was still heavy over Swann's murder. But she resolved never to let it show in front of Beckett again.

Beckett, Jones and Mercer were in a conference again. Nowadays, she was forced to be there, no matter if the meeting was on the Dutchman or the Endeavour, as a way to force her and Jones to cooperate. But this time, she was excluded from the meeting. She couldn't help wondering why. Were they discussing her fate when her usefulness had run its course, although that was highly unlikely? No matter what the subject, Naminé was nervous.

What felt like hours passed. No one came to her cell, not eve Beckett. Not even Jones, whom she'd hoped to see again. His clandestine visits were the only bright spot in an otherwise dark and frightening situation.

Naminé had so far "interrogated" ten prisoners. She doubted she could stand to do it again.

She sighed. The Captain had probably been sent back to the Dutchman by now, she thought. I hate not know what's going on, especially when it involves me.

As she was resigning herself to another day without a visit from Jones, she heard the familiar whooshing noise. She looked up, smiling.

Before she could speak, Davy Jones bounded up to her, smiling, nearly breathless with excitement. "Naminé! I've discovered how they brought you here!" he said.

"You have?"

"Aye! They used some sort of ancient medallion and the spell inscribed on it. Beckett had his men hunt down the medallion for the sole purpose of bringing you here. It has the power to transport people between worlds. It brought you here. By my reckoning, it also has the power to send you home." said Jones.

"A medallion?"

"Aye. Beckett said it was made by some ancient people in Mexico. At a place called- what was it? Teotihuacán."

"But isn't Mexico Spanish territory?"

Jones nodded. "It is. But it was not found in Mexico. It was found on Jamaica, in Port Royal. Beckett's men 'borrowed' it from a pirate they captured. Where that pirate got it from is anyone's guess. In any case, where Beckett got it from isn't important. It's dangerous in Beckett's hands, and we've got to get it away from him somehow. They discussed the medallion in the meeting we just had."

"Hm," said Naminé, looking thoughtful. "That must be why they didn't force me to attend. They didn't want me to know about the medallion."

"Aye, lass. My thoughts exactly." said Jones.

Naminé quickly began writing down the information, intending to carry it tucked away in the bodice of her dress. She figured it would be safe there- no one had frisked her since she'd come.

As she wrote, Jones leaned down. One beard tentacle came up, rested under Naminé's chin, and gently turned her face to Jones'.

"But they should've known I'd tell you somehow. They should not have included me in the meeting, either. They may not know of these meetings we have, but I would've found a way to tell you, somehow." said Jones, smiling. His tentacle was now gently caressing Naminé's face.

Naminé was smiling, too. "Thank you, Captain. You risk a lot for me, and I want you to know that I appreciate it." said Naminé, gently touching his cheek.

"Glad to do it, lass. You're the only true friend I've got. I care for you too much to let you face this alone." said Jones.

They just smiled at each other in silence, still touching each other's faces.

Then Naminé heard a voice that chilled her blood.

"Jones."

Naminé gasped, turning to the door. "Mercer!"

Jones spun around.

"It appears it wasn't a false alarm after all. How long have you been paying the lady unchaperoned visits, Jones?" Mercer asked, his voice menacing, a nasty smile on his face. He looked briefly over his shoulder. "You men out there! Fetch Lord Beckett!"

"No! No!" Naminé jumped up, moving in front of Jones.

Mercer just smirked.

"How long were ye standin' there, Mr. Mercer? How much did ye hear?" Jones demanded, the tentacles of his beard writhing with fury.

"I didn't know you two cared so much for each other. I was told you two were friends. I didn't know you were lovers." Mercer replied.

Jones' scowl darkened.

"And beside that, it doesn't matter whether you know of the medallion or not, Miss Naminé. Because, as long as you are useful to the Company, you will remain here. For the rest of your life, if necessary." Beckett strode in. "I do not let go of a tool as useful as you so easily." Beckett now scowled at Jones. "And you will pay for disobeying my command not to visit her, Jones. Or, rather, she will pay. There's no point in trying to harm someone who is immortal."

Jones started stomping up to Beckett, sputtering angrily. "If ye lay a hand on her, Beckett, I swear I'll-"

"Me? Goodness, no. Mr. Mercer is much better at such things." Beckett said calmly. The Company still had the heart; he was still in control, and he knew it. "I must say, she's been far more cooperative than you, Jones, and I don't even have her heart to use as leverage."

"Ye bloody sons of bi-"

"Go, Jones. Now. Or it will be all the worse for her." Beckett ordered.

Jones stopped, looked back at Naminé…

"I'll be fine; please go," she said. "I don't want you hurt."

Looking worried, Jones disappeared through the wall of the cell.

Beckett, furious, pointed at her. Mercer, grinning nastily, began to advance on her.

Naminé could only cower in her chair, waiting for the inevitable…

Next up: the aftermath, and then the final chapter!

Okay- chapter four! I hope you liked it- this was one of my favorite chapters. Sorry it was so short. R&R! See you next chapter!