Chapter 9
QUOTE!
Nixie remained unconscious for about a week. During that time, the entire crew had fallen into a silent depression. They did their work as instructed but there was something lacking. Jones had even become more ruthless. Whenever they happened upon a ship, there were no survivors. The entire crew felt the absence of Nixie, Maccus, Siren, Jones and Jim the most. Maccus missed his friend who added a different perspective to his day. Siren missed the woman who had become like a second mother to her. Jones felt the shame of causing her pain, even if it wasn't at his hand; he would often go down into the hold just to watch her sleep and to feel a tear almost well in his eyes. Jim felt guilty that a person, who didn't even know him, had taken a brutal beating for him and he hadn't eve thanked her.
During that week, the crew had actually adopted Jim into their ranks, teaching him all that they knew about sailing and the workings of a ship. Jim vowed to make this life easy for Nixie when she woke up. Not if, when.
That day came like a tidal wave, crashing down upon the ship. Jones had just left Nixie to sleep and had retired to his organ. He hadn't played since she had been whipped and he felt the urge to play again. Taking to the keys, Jones let his guilt and shame come out through his playing. Jim, Siren and Maccus were down in the hold with the rest of the crew when Jim noticed Nixie stirring ever so slightly. "Nixie?" Jim dared to ask, rapidly drawing the attention of the rest of the crew.
Nixie was in the dark again. Not like her nightmares. She was calm. Flickering in the distance was a bright white light. Nixie began to move towards the light. This time, however, the light did not run from her. When Nixie was a few feet from the light, a strange woman appeared before her, blocking her path. She had darker skin and some deep brown freckles. Her black hair was dreadlocked and had an odd assortment of things woven into them. All Nixie could make out was her face; the rest of the woman's body was nothing more than a hazy blur. "Where do ya think ye be agonin Nixie?" The woman asked.
"The light." Nixie stated, her own voice hazed over and seemingly echoing.
"It not be yer time to journey beyond." The other woman said.
Faint organ music whispered behind her. Nixie turned around and saw a dim light on the other side. The woman behind her leaned forward and whispered, "He be calling for ye… Go ta him Lass, ye hold his heart now."
Nixie suddenly remembered Siren, Maccus Jim and… Jones. "Davy!" Nixie cried before running toward the dim light, tears of happiness streaming down her face.
"Davy…" Nixie said, gently stirring from her unconscious state.
The crew had gathered around her bunk in hopes that she would awaken. When she spoke that faint name, the organ music stopped. The familiar thuds of Jones walking bounced off the deck above. He appeared in the entrance of the hold, eyes locked on Nixie's stirring form. The crew knew that Jones had developed a soft side for Nixie and they respected him for it. What man could resist her form, ways and kindness? Jones moved slowly to the unconscious woman, gently calling her name, "Nix…"
With a gasp of cold sea air, Nixie bolted up and gave a small start. She couldn't see for a moment, but as her vision began to clear, she saw the man she loved. Davy Jones. "Nix…" he said, gently taking her hand in his claw.
The background behind him was hazed so Nixie didn't know anyone else was there. But that didn't matter. "Davy…" Nixie said, smiling and scooting closer to her captain.
Before he could react, Nixie had attacked his cold sea lips with her warm woman ones. In front of the whole crew, Nixie had kissed Captain Davy Jones. 'To hell with them!' Jones thought before deepening the kiss with Nixie, 'To hell with the world. So long as I have my Nix, it doesn't matter.'
