A/N: Hey all! Had a nice busy weekend! Here is Chapter ten for your pleasure!

English Rose

Chapter Ten

By: Kimmy-Sama

Rosalyn awoke to sounds that she had never heard before. The ship almost came to a stop as she sat up in her bed, hair tasseled and in need a combing. The window in the room was darker than the usual time she woke, meaning it was still before dawn. On a quick glance, she saw that Davy was not in the room.

It had been a few days since she had last watched the stars with him. Either he had been too busy or the clouds in the skies made it impossible to see anything. It seemed that she had not even talked to the Captain for a few days, he had been preoccupied with something else. The past few nights, she had been going to bed in the empty room, only waking for a moment over night when she heard the organ's music.

Pulling her legs over the bed, she slipped on her shoes. She had wrapped cloth around her feet to give extra protection in the boots, as well as comfort. Grabbing her usual ribbon and brush, she quickly did her hair up, careful of the new burns and cuts on her hands. She had been learning ropes and knots the past few days from Bill, but much to her dismay, she wasn't doing so well with it.

Leaving her coat on the bed, she hurried out of the cabin. It was still night, however the light lavender and pink hues in the distance made it seem that dawn was fast approaching. Looking around the ship she knew something was going on, all the crew were on deck and busy.

A loud cry from up on the crow's nest made her heart skip a beat. "Land-ho!"

As she heard this, she immediately looked around her. There, on the port side, was an island. Not huge and not quite small. She didn't see any ports nor any other ships. The sea around them was as clear as Davy's eyes and she saw swarms of fish and other creatures around the coral beneath the Flying Dutchman. The palm trees were swaying lightly in the morning wind. No one could possibly be living there, but none the less, the Dutchman's Captain started to bark out orders.

"Release the anchor!" Her gaze moved towards the helm as she saw her Captain standing there. "Mister Maccus! Yeh and the crew shall disembark and go ashore!"

His first mate, the crew member she saw that had the shark like head, quickly started to get crew together. She pondered for a moment as to why Davy needed the crew on land. The hills on the island looked steep and treacherous. Mind racing, she decided that maybe she should just ask why they were going ashore.

As the sun rose in the eastern sky Rose looked over the deck for the Captain. He had vanished it seemed, he was no longer at the helm, below deck or above. She seemed to have search the whole ship without even sight of Bill. It was like the Captain was avoiding her and that made her upset at him.

After coming above deck once again, now feeling the harsh rays of the morning sun, she got to work. Her sore hands struggled lightly as she tied off some ropes, her eyes gazing over every few minutes at the shore not far away. The water looked so pure and clear, only about thirty or so feet deep. It was beautiful and her whole body longed to take a dip in it.

Looking around quickly, she searched for any crew. Most were gone now, a few busy with other things and would never notice. It wouldn't be long, just enough to rinse off her body with the cool water and then up the Jacob's ladder and back on board.

Walking towards the edge of the ship, she pulled her boots off and peered over. Making sure there was nothing in her, way such as a large coral or any bigger fish, she crawled over the railing. Taking another quick glance over at the deck and the crew, she dove swiftly into the crystal waters of the sea below.

As the water took her, she shivered from the surprise of the cool temperature. It felt wonderful on her skin, even if it was covered with her pants and shirt. The past few days she had torn away at the sleeves, making them shorter and more cool to work in. With the white of her shirt now clinging to her small breasts and slender stomach, it seemed like she wore nothing in the deep waters above her waist.

Coming up for air, she felt the breeze from the sea over her wet face, then quickly dove under again to swim closer to shore. Further away from the ship the better, that way she could at least get privacy. It would only be a few minutes, enough for her to rinse her skin and hair. She opened her eyes lightly under the water as she dove again under the surface, taking in the sight of many different tropical fish swimming about the rocks and coral below. She swore she had never seen anything so beautiful.

In England she swam, but never so freely. It was a wonderful escape that she had always wanted and now she would enjoy every minute of it. She swam deeper and deeper each time she took a breath, as if to try and touch the sea below. She had gone under a few times, getting closer to she shore every time until she was surprised to hear a familiar voice as she came above the surface once again.

"What are yeh doing out here?"

She let out a loud gasp as she opened her slightly fuzzy eyes to see none other then Davy Jones, floating in the water near her. Almost forgetting to kick and stay afloat, she took in the sight of him. In full clothing, it was like he stood there, his body under the water and his head and shoulders just above. His beard of tentacles seemed to want the water closer, playing with it and moving like water themselves.

He watched her with a glare, as if he were angry. His face had light drops of water clinging to his skin, making Rosalyn smile lightly as they trailed down his lips and back into the water below. He looked like a king floating there, knowing his domain.

"I could ask you the same question." She said back quickly, brushing some of the wet hair off her face.

"Could yeh? Because as far as I know, Miss Puckett, I am the Captain and I ask the questions." He was slightly yelling at her, the anger evident in his face.

Rose felt something hit her heart then, as if her playful nature was making it worse. None the less, she hatted to be treated this way. "Excuse me, Captain." Something in the way she said Captain made Davy's lips push together lightly. "But I don't believe we are on your boat."

"Yeh have the audacity t'eh try and flee my ship, then-"

She interrupted him, few salty tears welling up in her eyes. "I was never going to leave!"

They stared at each other for a moment. There was something there in Davy's eyes she saw, almost as if he was fighting within himself. She felt like kicking him or kissing him. She turned away for a moment, wanting to get away from him. To work out her feelings at the moment.

"What else was I supposed to think?" He said, anger vanished and yet his voice remained hard.

Closing her eyes lightly she felt the warm touch of tears run down her face. "I would have told you if I could have found you. I just needed this."

It was silent except for the gentle waves and the sounds of the wind from ashore. They were far from the ship and land, but Rose wanted to be further. He was silent for sometime, until she felt the familiar feeling of his right arm wrapping around her waist.

"Take a deep breath."

Without responding, she did as told and as they went under the water, she felt something pull her hard under the surface and quickly wrapped her arms around Davy to keep balance. It was as if the water around them was moving as fast as the wind and at first she swore she was going to loose her breath.

Opening her eyes lightly she saw a blur of things around her and she realized that the two of them were the ones moving so fast. The surprise of it made her close her eyes quickly, gripping onto Davy more. His grip tightened as well.

Only moments later they surfaced, Rose taking a long breath as she felt the more choppy waters of the deeper sea. Davy's arm quickly moved off her waist but held her arm lightly to keep her afloat. Far off, she saw the ship and the island. It looked a few meters away.

Smiling, she looked over at Davy's face, which was staring back at her. "That was wonderful!" She exclaimed, her body shivering still from the surprise of it. "How..?" Rose started to ask, but decided not to get into it. It was obvious how he did it. "Thank you." She said instead.

Nodding in the water, he looked back to the ship. "Did it help yeh?"

"Yes." Her arms remained around him lightly, wanting his arm back where it had been before.

"Do yeh want to go back?"

Rose nodded lightly, not liking to be so far out on open waters.

They returned closer to the ship within moments again, Rosalyn still not quite used to the feeling his speed. It was very intense and she wondered if he would be kind enough to do it once again sometime in the future. She felt much better, ready to get back on the boat and back to work. Although deep down she didn't want to leave his hold.

"Thank you yet again." She said, moving away lightly and floating by herself once again.

"My pleasure." Davy looked towards the ship. "Crew's almost back."

"Why did they go ashore?"

Davy turned and looked at her and she saw a hint of that fighting behind his eyes. "Someone here had a debt."

Rose was silent for a moment, taking that in. Before she realized it, he was turning to leave.

"Davy.." She touched his shoulder, a few tentacles playing with her fingers in the slick water. "Will you meet me tonight? Above deck after sunset?"

"Aye." He didn't even hesitate and it made Rosalyn smile.

The day went by smoothly after she returned to the ship. She got so busy oiling the railings and braiding ropes, that sunset came upon her before she really noticed the day had gone. After seeing the familiar red tints of the sky, she quickly ran back to the cabin that had become her new home. Finding her favorite dress that she owned on board, she got changed in a rush and let her hair down from the ribbon she had held it in all day. Brushing it out, she put it back again this time loosely. From being in the sun so much lately she noticed then a few strands of her auburn hair was sun-kissed and lighter then the rest.

She was in such a rush she didn't think to eat anything. All that really mattered to her was to meet up with the Captain above at the helm, like always.

As she hurried up the stairs, she saw him standing at the same spot and she smiled walked closer to him. The moon was fuller than ever, making a perfect light to see him under. He seemed deep in thought as she stepped up next to him, wrapping an arm around his quietly. His head turned quickly to look at her, taking in what she was now wearing.

Without any more thought, she rested her head against his arm, eyes watching the sea in front of them. This was her new favorite spot in the world, standing above deck with Davy Jones, watching the night sky.

Davy seemed less nervous as time went by in silence and she felt his arm reach into his jacket. His voice brought her back into this moment. "I have somethin' for yeh."

Moving her arm from his, she watched as he brought out from his jacket a simple chain. As he moved it closer to her, she saw a small gem move quietly down to the lowest point, a slight sparkle coming from the blue pearl that it was made from.

Her fingers touched it quietly. "Where did you get this?"

"A time ago." He answered, letting it go as she grasped it. "I have kept it for no other reason other then I enjoyed looking at it. I want yeh t'eh have it now."

Smiling brightly she quickly slipped it over her head and let it drop down between her collar bone and small breast. It matched her dress almost perfectly. Playing with it, she looked over the old craftsmanship. It must had taken a while to make such a pearl and to fit it in a small hold to keep on a chain. The more she looked at it, the more she loved it.

Davy was watching her carefully. Having her so close was hard on him in many ways, but the more he had her nearby, the more he wished she would never leave. Her eyes met his for a moment. He saw that she was going to say thank you, then paused.

Instead she raised herself on her toes and pressed her hot lips against his cold.

Feeling her arms wrap around his neck he moved his to hold her, the sensation of her lips on his making his body tremble.

Rosalyn closed her eyes quickly as she kissed Davy, knowing that this was crossing a new bound and was glad to feel his arms holding her. As her lips pressed harder against his lips, she felt him respond equally. There were two or three tentacles touching her face like fingers, gently caressing her skin.

As she pulled back slowly, she was surprised as he pushed forward for another kiss. Her body melted against his, never wanting him to let go.

Davy never wanted to.

To Be Continued...

A/N: I had this chapter buzzing in my mind all weekend. I came out okay I think. Make sure you all check out my deviantART webpage on my profile. I made some dolls of what I think Rosalyn looks like and posted them there. I want to say thanks to everyone who watches this story. And to the 35 people who have this as their favorites: )