Author: Vampirerex1
Category: Movies - Pirates Of The Caribbean
Disclaimer: I do not own POTC, just this OC and some of the plot (The rest of it belongs to the writers of POTC)
Genre(s): Romance/Suspense
Pairing(s): Maccus/OC
Rating: M
Summary: Emily Francis is a great fan of POTC and wants to be in one of the movies. What happens when she 'dies' and awakens aboard the Flying Dutchman? Will she make friends with all the Dutchman crew and Davy Jones himself? And what happens when she begins to have odd feelings for a certain Hammerheaded man? Rated M for future chapters
Title: Same Difference
Warning(s): Mild Language
Chapter 9:- Maccus...again.
It had been a couple of days since what happened between me, Jones and Maccus, and I had made quite good friends with Koleniko, Clanker, Jimmy Legs (Which I was surprised about) and of course Jones himself. But Maccus hadn't even so much as looked at me, let alone speak to me. I began to wonder if I had done something wrong, but then I thought back to what I had said. Nothing that I had said or done would have made him angry...or upset. It ws either he was avoiding me for the sake of avoiding me, or he was being too damned stubborn.
Either way, I have to try.
I went and found him, doing some work around the ship, and I stood there, watching him as he worked. Waiting until he noticed me, which hopefully, wouldn't be long.
"What do you want?" He asked.
I continued to casually lean against the mast and watch him. Not saying a word...I wasn't trying to annoy him, but it looked like I was doing so anyway.
"Nothing much. Just wanted to know why you're avoiding me" I said.
He snorted and continued with his work.
"I don't owe you any explanation as to whether I'm avoidin' you or not" he said.
I shrugged.
"True, you don't. But you could at least be curtious and tell me whether you are avoiding me or not" I said.
He sighed and stopped his work, turning around to look at me he glared at me with his one eye. And surprisingly, it was making me feel a little scared.
"I'm not avoiding you" he said.
Riiiight...so he's just being stubborn then?
"Oh, nice to know you're only being stubborn rather than avoiding me for the sake of avoiding me" I said.
He growled and walked off. I had to say something, and I knew I was going to get into trouble for this...but hey.
"I wonder...does Jones know that his first mate is such a coward?" I asked.
As I expected, no sooner than the words had left my mouth, I had a lobster encased hand around my throat.
"I'm NOT a coward" he said.
I shrugged.
"Really? So...you're avoiding me...why?" I gasped.
He growled again.
"I-I'm not avoiding you" he repeated.
He let me go and looked down, before walking away again.
"Would you please tell me what's wrong?" I asked.
He turned around and snickered.
"You wouldn't understand" he said.
I put my hands on my hips.
"Try me" I said.
He sighed and sat down...I sat down next to him and he began to tell me what was bothering him.
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Once he was done telling me, I felt a little bad for asking, but then again, glad that he'd told me. Poor man, after joining Jones' crew 200 years ago, every ten years, they'd been allowed to have fun ashore, and the crew went to the taverns to have a few drinks. Koleniko and the others had been able to pay tavern whores for their...services. But none of the whores had even glanced in his direction. He hadn't minded at the time, but then, as he got older, he'd wanted some female attention. He told me that he'd found a woman, who was willing to go with him, but she'd wanted to wear a blindfold.
And after, she'd asked for more money than any other guy would be asked for. He told me that she'd said, that he was a monster, and that he was right to be damned to the Flying Dutchman. After that, he'd not asked another woman to satisfy his manly needs, just opting to ignore them, and not show any emotion to any of the drunk whores who tried to throw themselves at him.
"That's deep" I said.
What else could I say? What was on my mind at the time?
'Oh Maccus, let me please you? I'm not very good at it, considering I'm a virgin, but hey, I'll give it a go'
Yeah, that would have gone down well. I looked at him, into his face and for once in the entire time I'd been on this ship, I saw some vulnerability. It made my heart weep, and ache. To see such a brave, strong willed man, brought to almost tears by the memory of a cheap tavern slut, it was painful. I took his human, but barnacled hand into my own, and he looked up at me.
"Maccus. You're not a monster" I said.
I walked to the bucket I saw, grabbed it, filled it to the top with water and took it back to him. I held it out to him and he took it. I then went and stood behind him.
"Look into it, and tell me what you see" I said.
He was about to protest, but I pointed to the water, he sighed and looked into it.
"I see - I see a head of a hammerhead, sharp teeth, one eye and barnacles around his face. I see a monster Emily" he said.
He went to put the bucket down, but I stopped him buy putting my hand on his arm.
"You wanna know what I see?" I asked.
He looked down at my reflection and I smiled.
"I see...a nose..." I poked it.
He glared at me.
"...A mouth..." I stroked my finger over his lips.
His eye went a little wider
"...An eye..." I stroked under his one eye.
It closed.
"...And a face...Maccus. You may look like a hammerhead shark, you may have the teeth of a hammerhead shark, and your left eye might had moved from the center of your face, to the left side of your head, but you're still a man" I said.
He sighed and then I felt his shoulders shudder a little, and his hitched breath. He was finally letting me see his vulnerability. I went around to the front of him, took the bucket off fo him, put it on the floor, and then wrapped my arms around his form. Luckily there was no one about, and I could tell he was holding back.
"Maccus...let it go. Get it all out into the open" I said.
His breath shuddered.
"I have a duty" he said.
He was about to get up, but I stopped him and looked him in his eye.
"I'm pretty sure Captain Jones will allow a little time for his first mate to have a little breakdown" I said.
He chuckled a little, but then the tears began flowing freely from his eye. I pulled his head down to my shoulder and he gripped me, holding on for dear life.
"Shh, it's alright. I'm here" I said.
I continued to whisper comforting nothings to him, until he calmed down and sat up straight, wiping his face off. I smiled and held up the bucket, he thanked me and used his one human-ish hand to rince his face, and seeing there was nothing about for him to wipe his face dry, I ripped a bit of my shirt off and gave it to him.
"Thanks" he said.
I smiled and tapped his shoulder. I got up and went to leave, but I felt his lobster encased hand gently grab my wrist.
"Thank you" he said.
I let the corners of my mouth twitch up a little and nodded.
"You know where I am, the next time you need a shoulder to cry on" I said.
He nodded and let me go. As I walked off, my smile faded into a frown, my heart was aching...a lot. And I hadn't realised why, until now. What may have started out as a fangirl crush, slowly dissipating, was now back, and I had the slightest feeling, that I was falling for Maccus, Davy Jones' first mate.
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A/N: SORRY! Short I know, but hey, at least I got something up. Anyways, I just wanted to show that even though Maccus is serving two lifetimes aboard the Dutchman that he's still a man and still has feelings (Hence the crying). So...I'd like to say thank you to...
SevenSeasPirateQueen*
The Jackal
Nervea
Mlle. Erika M
AmIraDarksouL
ightan117
Minx1993
shark-demon-luv
JailBirdSadie
For reviewing. And JailBirdSadie, this chapter, and the next one are dedicated to you. You want more interaction between Emmie and Maccus, you'll get it. I provide what my fans wish ;).
*Special thanks to SevenSeasPirateQueen, for helping me make sure Emily isn't a Mary Sue. She's helped me a lot. Thanks :D*
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