IX
"Morning me Captain…" a gently voice stated and some of his tentacles shivered under surprisingly soft fingertips.
Jones grunted and tried to escape the tickling sensation when the fingertips ghosted over his collarbones and down his side, by curling up in to a tight ball – certainly not loosening his grip around the warm body in his arms and so the voice returned: "Thanks for crushing me, Davy…" accompanied by a giggle.
He just grunted once more, loosened his grip an inch only to sling one or two tentacles from his beard around Ro's wrist.
Roane giggled once more and ceased her efforts to wake him up and make him let go and cuddled closer with the words: "So I'll be late for duty, me Captain…"
"Ye'r off duty for the mornin' lass… uh…" he managed to grunt as he could feel her pressing a soft kiss to one of his bigger tentacles and snuggling deeper in his embrace.
The captain followed Roane with his eyes when she climbed in to the crow's-nest.
They had stay in bed until noon, just because Davy had needed the proof she was still alive and with him.
This all had worked out much better than any of them had thought. Especially as Davy Jones had thought.
No one of the crew dared to say something about their relationship and so Roane's suggestion from their first night, three months ago, – at day and in duty, they where nothing more than captain and cannoneer – had worked well.
Well, it had had worked well up to yesterday.
His minds trailed off, back to the day before.
They had chased down an almost-wreck in the middle of a storm and Roane and her men did an extraordinary good job when they where commanded to open the fire, to transform it in to a true wreck, but then they boarded the wreck…
Ro stood on Bootstrap's right side where her place as first cannoneer was while boarding, cutlass and pistol in hands, ready to kill everyone who denied the offer which Captain Jones was giving.
This was not the first boarding Ro was in, but the first in the middle of a roaring hurricane.
But the lass stood fierce and proud against waves and wind.
But then… Ay, then – Davy could see it from the corner of his eye and he could feel her presence – something was slung around Roane's ankle and the next second she was gone.
And the man in his claw, which he clenched in shock, too.
"RO!" he roared over the storm wind at the same time with his Bosun and both of them jumped forward, staring into the dark and foaming water.
"Kill them!" Jones ordered and dived in to the sea, after Ro.
He needed more than ten minutes to find her… she must have been dead.
There in the open sea the magic of the Dutch wouldn't work and Ro hadn't changed much up to now…
He cursed the sea, Calypso and himself but he brought her back aboard of the Flying Dutchman.
Davy Jones brushed the soaked red tinged hair out of Roane's face only to be rewarded with a flabbergasted look from hooded green eyes and a barely audible, hoarse whisper: " 'got gills…"
This was the moment where Captain Davy Jones didn't care that they were still on the foredeck, crowded by half of the crew, he just slung his arms around the violently shaking woman, scooped her up and stormed in his cabin where he putted her in his bed – with him.
Roane laid on her stomach, gazing down at the captain's-bridge examining the captain.
Her Captain.
Last night they spoiled their "little secret"…
At least it was her fault.
But the rope around her ankle wouldn't get cut off. It was almost like someone had fixed it with a sailor's knot. Also, Ro had lost her cutlass while drowning and something – someone – had knocked her knife out of her hand when she worked on the rope.
And then, when her lungs were about to give up she remarked something special: She could breath.
But none the less, she was drowning, strapped to something heavy – must be like Boots had felt – and then Davy was there and he cut the rope of with his claw.
Saved her. Brought her back on the Dutch, warmed her up in his very own bed, kissed her when she was afraid he would be upset for the problems she was causing and for having – gills.
And not only gills, there right over her breasts covering her collarbones, there was a heart-shaped patch of pearly, ruby scales.
Roane swallowed a little moan at the mere thought of how Davy had examined it with lips and tentacles after he had discovered it.
Captain Jones lifted his gaze because someone special stared at him with burning intensity and when his eyes met Ro's flaming green eyes from above, he gulped hard and hoped she would cease her staring soon, otherwise he would…
And then was there a strange turn in the wind, the weather changed and from one moment to the other the Dutch was in the middle of a hurricane.