I'm posting early, since I'm not sure I'll have time tomorrow.

Summary: Calypso and Jones have a lovers spat. The results… are… well…

Ch 10

Davy didn't look at Calypso as he led her into his cabin, where at least they'd be guaranteed a bit of privacy. It was bad enough that Turner had figured out enough of the story to guess the rest. He didn't need for his entire crew to know the story.

"Why have you come here, Calypso?" he asked harshly once he'd closed the door.

She smiled at him. "Where else would I come, Davy Jones?" she asked. "After all, we are bound by more then life."

"You broke those bonds," he accused. "I did the duty you charged me with. For ten years, I ferried those who died at sea. And then came the day you said you would meet me. You weren't there." He turned away. "You weren't there," he repeated, softer now. "You promised me you'd be there."

"But I am the sea, my sweet. I am changeable and unpredictable. I cannot be tamed. Why did you expect anything different?"

Davy scowled. "We agreed- you promised- that those ten years would be enough. I would have been released!"

"And then I would have lost you, Davy Jones. You would have been mortal again."

Davy stepped back. "Did ye never think that I didn't want ta be bound ta the Dutchman for eternity?"

"You would rather have died, my sweet?"

"Do not call me that," Davy said. He didn't answer her question, because he wasn't sure what his answer would have been. He turned away from her. "You had no right. If you had been there…"

"Human years meant nothing to me. I did not know that the time had come until I felt your anguish. Soon after, I could not come to you."

"The Brethren Court bound you into a single form," Davy said. He could not tell her everything about that act- he knew she didn't know how they had learned to bind her. He turned back to face her.

"It was torture," she said, and her voice broke for a moment. She reached out and touched his chest. "Cut off from the sea… from all that I love."

Davy stepped back before she could do anything. "Calypso, you betrayed me," he said. "Goddess ye are, but ye promised ta meet me. Why are you here now?"

She lowered her hand. "You have corrupted your purpose, Davy Jones."

"I had no choice but to leave the duty you charged me."

She scowled and straightened. "The duty I charged you is not one that can be abandoned so easily. It will call you once again."

"If I could be assured that you would keep your end of the bargain, I might do that duty. But I canna be sure." Davy frowned. "I have more important matters to deal with than a duty that I no longer want. If you have simply come here ta berate me, then it is time for you ta leave."

She frowned, and he was abruptly reminded that she was a goddess. A sea goddess, and he was of the sea. "You will not order me around, Davy Jones!" she snapped.

Davy forged on. "This is my ship, Calypso! I will not do a duty if there is no promise of a reward!"

The ship rocked alarmingly, and he knew that the sea had responded to her temper. "Then perhaps it is time for a Captain who will do his Duty," she said.

Davy laughed bitterly. "So you show your true colors. You never loved me. You just wished for someone ta do a thankless job."

Calypso scowled at him. "That is not true, Davy. I love you, and would give you everything. But you have become so corrupted that I fear I have no choice." She crossed the cabin and stood before the Chest. "You have locked your heart from the world and become so cruel."

Davy lunged forward as she reached for the Chest. He grabbed her hand just before she touched it. She smiled at him, wicked and seductive. "Would you give up your corruption, Davy Jones?" she asked. "Will you take back your heart and your Duty?" She reached out with her free hand and placed her hand over the place where his heart should go. "Will you take me back?"

"Why should I?" Davy snarled.

She sobered. "Because there is one who can take your place."

Davy laughed. "If you are referring to Turner, he already has a woman he loves. And she has been far more faithful then you will ever be."

Her head jerked up. She stepped away from him and scowled.

The ship rocked again, and he heard shouts from his crew. "What have ye done?" he asked, alarmed now.

Beckett frowned at the suddenly treacherous waters. The sky was clear, and the wind was steady, so why was the water suddenly so active?

He heard several sailors muttering behind him. He considered himself a rational man, unlike most men on this ship, but even he was unnerved.

He turned. "Captain Groves, have you ever seen anything like this?"

"No, Lord Beckett," Groves said as he stopped near the rail. He leaned out and eyed the water for a moment. He looked up at the sails, then the wind gauge. "This is impossible," he murmured. "I don't know how it's happening."

Beckett frowned. "How many supernatural elements are we dealing with?" he asked.

Groves nodded. "I know, sir," he said. He sighed. "I wish James were here. He'd have an easier time keeping the men calm."

Beckett didn't say anything. James, he knew, referred to James Norrington, formerly a Commodore of the Navy, currently presumed dead. The man had been known to inspire loyalty- and bravery- in his men.

"Sail ho! Two points off the starboard bow, struggling!"

Groves snapped his head up and pulled out his spyglass. He frowned as he looked for the indicated ship. "I can't see a flag… but she is struggling with this."

He turned. "Bring her about! Mr. Simmons, port the helm! Let's see if we can't help them."

Beckett frowned. "You said you didn't see a flag. We had best be prepared."

Groves nodded absently. "Lieutenant Brown, ready the guns. This might be a pirate ship. Do not fire until I give the word." He continued to issue orders as the crew brought the ship around and headed for the other ship.

Beckett watched as the approached the other ship. At first, he could barely see a dot, but it quickly grew. He frowned. There was something very wrong about the other ship, and his certainty that it was not right grew as they got closer.

Then he realized that the ship was covered in barnacles and all manner of sea life. The sails were seaweed and the crew seemed to match the ship.

Around him, sailors cursed or prayed. He stared, stunned. "The Flying Dutchman…" he whispered as the other ship sank beneath the waves.

The rolling sea calmed.

The sea around them was incredibly choppy, but the Pearl was not rocking in the slightest. Jack was the only one on board who walked as though they were affected. That wasn't surprising. He'd always walked like that.

Barbossa stood at the rail eyeing the water below as though it would swamp them in a moment.

He looked over at Jack, who was checking his compass.

"Where does it point, Jack?"

"North," Jack said.

"North?"

"Aye."

"That crazy compass never points north," Barbossa pointed out needlessly.

Jack smiled. "It does when the thing I want most is north. And to the north…"

They both looked north. Ten feet away, Cotton returned their looks as he adjusted the wheel slightly.

"That is not very helpful," Barbossa remarked.

Jack smiled. "I have always wanted my Pearl," he said fondly as he patted the railing next to him.

Barbossa glanced at him. Jack wasn't looking at him, and appeared to be lost in thought.

This had been normal for Jack, since he'd been rescued. He was slowly getting better, but Barbossa, and all the crewmen, knew to just wait it out.

Jack the Monkey jumped up onto Barbossa's shoulder and screeched loudly. Barbossa looked up. There was another ship nearby. He pulled out his spyglass to take a look.

"The Endeavour!" he snapped. "And another ship beyond that!"

Jack jumped, startled. "The Cove," he said.

Barbossa double checked. "No, they're not heading toward it. But the Endeavour is too close for comfort."

By this time, Jack had his own spyglass up and was observing the situation. "The other ship is gone," he said, just as the water calmed.

"I don't like this," Barbossa commented.

"Do you think… she… had something to do with this?" Gibbs asked from behind them.

"I find it entirely likely that the sea goddess would do this, Mr. Gibbs," Jack said. "As a rule, I don't trust goddesses."

Barbossa rolled his eyes. "It's not affectin' us, Jack."

"Proving that she meant we'd be spared. I'd hate t' see what the Cove looks like right now."

Barbossa glanced to the east, where Shipwreck Cove was less then eight hours sail away.

"Should we check?" Gibbs asked.

Jack frowned. "By now, they know that we've taken the Pieces. They won't be very happy t' see us if we do return. If it's still there."

Barbossa sighed. "He's right," he said reluctantly.

The other two looked at him. "I can admit it when Jack's right," he drawled.

"Yes, except that you've never done so," Jack retorted.

"Go to the Cove. Tell the world what happened there. Tell what happened to those who trapped me, and would keep me trapped."

Jack and Barbossa both looked up. Gibbs stared at them in confusion.

"The Cove then?" Jack asked reluctantly.

"It wouldn't do to disobey the goddess," Barbossa responded. Not when we are in her power and she can remove her favor from us at any time."

Jack grimaced but nodded. "I suppose not. Mr. Gibbs, set course for Shipwreck Cove. It seems we are needed to witness the goddess's wrath."

"Aye Captain," Gibbs said tentatively. When neither of them moved to explain further, he headed toward Mr. Cotton, shouting at the crew to get moving.

And that's it for this week! I'll see you all next week!