A/N: all things Pirate's of the Caribbean (c) Ted Elliott, Terry Rossio and Walt Disney Pictures

[chp. 7]

"It has been torture to obtain this…this…single form," Tia Dalma said, stressing the word "single" as if it were something disgusting:

"Cut off from the sea…from all that I love…from you."

She looked up at Jones, who glowered at her:

"Ten years I performed the duty you charged me with…Ten years I ferried drowned souls to the Land of the Dead. Then, when we could finally be together again…you weren't there!"

She looked away guiltily as he spoke with a voice scorched with pain and hatred:

"…why weren't you there-uh?"

Silence. She looked up at him shaking her head:

"…it's my nature. Would you love me if I was anything but what I am?"

Davy Jones turned sharply away from her:

"I do not love you."

She sighed:

"…Many things you were Davy Jones…but never cruel."

He turned; she was suddenly much more stern:

"You have corrupted your purpose…"

She scowled at his crab claw:

"…And so yourself. And you have hid away what should've always been mine."

She reached out a hand and touched him. Her magic flowed through her into him, and he was as he used to be. No longer monstrous, his tentacled beard dissiparated, revealing the man that she loved. He reached out and gently stroked her face:

"…Calypso…"

She looked into his eyes:

"…I will be free…and when I am, I will give you my heart, and we will be together always."

She sighed, and then took away her hand; he transformed back into his cursed self:

"…If only you had a heart to give."

He looked at her, then pulled his claw out from between the bars…

CLANG!

It was stuck! Shit!

CLANG! CLANG! CLANG-CLANG!

Yep. It really was stuck. He went through the bars and into the brig; Tia Dalma stepped away hastily. He turned his head towards her, then muttered:

"…And what fate have you prepared for your captors?"

Tia Dalma's expression suddenly became one of pure fury and hatred:

"The Brethren Court?"

She grasped onto the bars so fiercely that her knuckles turned white:

"All of them; the last thing they will learn in this life…is how cruel I can be!"

Jones sighed; Tia Dalma turned back towards him:

"…And what of you, Davy Jones?"

He looked back at her:

"…My heart will always belong to you."

And with that, he faded into the walls and disappeared. Tia Dalma turned back towards the darkness outside of the brig, smiling to herself. He really does still love her. She peered out into the darkness, and her smile vanished:

"…You."

"Yes… it is me; happy to see me?"

Kathryn stepped out of the shadows, hatred burning in her pupils.

"So—"

"Why did you come?"

Kathryn smiled:

"Well, I figured, since the captain was gonna come and see you, I'd stop in for a little 'visit' myself…"

In the blink of an eye, she swiped out her pistol and cocked it dangerously in one single fluid movement.

"…And while I was here, I thought I might pay a small debt."

Tia Dalma's eyes widened:

"…and what debt be that?"

Kathryn's eyes sparked up as a distant memory returned:

"Let's put it this way; I'm surprised you even know who I am."

Tia Dalma understood immediately:

"I knew who you were, I—"

"Don't give me any damned nonsense about a Brethren Court or a fallen memory. None of that will ever account for your actions."

She walked right up to the brig:

"…You ruined my life. Left me to rot in a port that would never accept who and what I am. Left me without anyone to show a speck of love and compassion…left me to go off in the fucking wilderness and get myself killed!"

She kicked a bar in the cell and bent it nearly out of its sockets. Tia Dalma quickly backed away from the door. Kathryn, breathing heavily in order to contain her fury, looked at her intensely. Tia Dalma sighed, then outstretched her arm through the bars and touched Kathryn's quivering arm.

"…All of that, every single thing that had caused all of that; none of it was my fault. I would never do anything to hurt you."

Kathryn glared at her:

"Yeah, well you did; that is and was an empty promise."

Tia Dalma was silent for a moment; then she spoke quietly:

"…You have changed, Kathryn…you really have."

"No Quarter" quickly raised her gun up to her face once again:

"I've changed more than you think I have, mother. You never should've left…I'm not your daughter anymore."

She stared into Tia Dalma's hurt, teary-eyed expression. She was about to shoot, but was too infuriated to do anything but storm out of the room, leaving Tia Dalma heartbroken and crying.

"…But seriously, something had to have happened to make Kathryn the way she is!"

Jack raised an eyebrow at Victoria:

"Kathryn? Who's Kathryn?"

"That's 'No Quarter's' real name!"

"Oh…"

"I actually agree with Victoria for once."

All eyes turned to the source that spoke:

"Jazmine?"

Jazmine nodded wisely:

"'No Quarter' is a lot like me in some ways. Our pasts made us who we are today."

"What happened to you?" Jack inquired. Jazmine looked angry:

"None ya business! All I'm saying is that Vicky is right—"

"HEY!"

Jazmine stared at Victoria:

"What?"

"Only Jacky-Poo can call me that!"

Jazmine rolled her eyes:

"As I was saying, Victoria is right; something happened in Kathryn's past that made her merciless."

Jack nodded in agreement. Victoria thought for a moment, then looked around:

"Hey…where's Clover?"

Everyone started looking franticly; Clover was nowhere in sight. Too late now:

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

"As he who issued the summons, I convene this the fifth Brethren Court!"

Kathryn swung back onto the Dutchman, pistol still at hand, fury burning, burning, burning…

"Hey."

Kathryn stopped, then turned.

"What's wrong with yeh?"

Damn. Despite her efforts to hide it, Jones could still see the hatred in her eyes. She looked at him accusingly:

"I could ask the exact same thing to you."

He frowned:

"Nothing."

"Ditto."

She turned around:

"…Clover? What are you doing here?"

Clover, seeing Kathryn, ran over to her, grabbed her shoulders and began to shake vigorously as she spoke fervently:

"Kat, snap out of it! PLEASE! I just know that if you continued onward with this rampage, you'll end up getting us both killed! Come on, get off this stupid ship; Jack Sparrow can take us back to Port Royal—"

"GET OFF ME!"

Clover backed away from Kathryn hastily. Kathryn looked around; the WWDs were gathering around the scene just in case it gets out of hand, and the crew of the Dutchman was gathering behind them, waiting eagerly to see Kathryn kick ass.

"There is no longer a rampage; this is who I am, and if you don't like it, you can go fuck yourself. That will cheer you up!"

The crew busted out laughing at her crude humor; Clover 's face turned red in anger and embarrassment:

"BULLSHIT!"

Kathryn blinked:

"Whoa…I do not think I have ever heard you cuss before, Clover…well done! Now fuck off!"

"This is NOT who you are, Kathryn! You don't belong here—"

"She belongs to MEH!"

Jones thundered out of the crowd, fire shooting out of his hateful glare:

"She obeys meh!"

"She is not your slave!" Clover spat:

"She should not have to follow your orders just because you're her father!"

Gasps spilled out of the crowd as the redcoats backed away slowly; it was bad enough with one Jones in the world; add another and they were all doomed from the start.

Kathryn's face echoed Jones' mask of ferocity:

"I chose it, dipshit! I follow his orders on my own accord, not because I have to!"

Despite the glares from everyone around her, Clover proved her bravery and stood her ground fervently:

"You are a different person now that you've met daddy Jones—"

"I'm the same as I always was! Nothing has changed except for you!"

"Oh, now I've changed, miss 'No Quarter,' HMMM? I do believe you've put your make-up on a bit darker than usual, and since when have you worn a black bandanna?"

"Since when have you become a pirate? Since when do you cuss? Since when do you swordfight with your best friend?"

Clover opened her mouth to speak, but no words came out. Kathryn smiled; gotcha.

"I'm so sorry Clover…the Kathryn you knew has died…"

Suddenly, she swept out her broadsword and held it tightly to Clover's throat:

"…Because I killed her!"

Clover kicked Kathryn in the shin, and then flipped out her sword. Kathryn was prepared, however; a vicious brawl soon pursued. It took two redcoats holding tightly onto Clover's arms and Jones restraining Kathryn to end the battle completely.

"…Oh, you just got so lucky, you dipshit," Kathryn growled.

"Miss, I would advise that you get off this ship immediately."

Clover wriggled out of the soldiers' grasps, and then swung back onto the Pearl without another word.

"Well done, Jacky-Poo!"

The crew of the Black Pearl and their captains were walking back onboard the ship, Jack and Elizabeth very pleased with themselves. Now the fight was sure to occur.

Clover landed with a furious thud onto the Black Pearl.

"Hey! What happened to you?" Jazmine asked, observing Clovers expression of hatred and anger. She did not answer her question, but instead turned towards Jack:

"…Let it be war, upon both Jones and 'No Quarter…' she will die."