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Chapter 10: There be Pirates!

Link was staring at the information he had finally recovered from the Pod's black box. "Holy shit," he said. He reached over and pressed the comm button. Then, he sat back and waited for his friend Robert to pick up.

"Yeah?"

"Dude, I think we found when she was dropped. And maybe close to where, too."

"When?"

"Well, uh….there be pirates?" Link waited for a response, but all he got back was a groan.

"You're kidding, right?"

"Nope, we're gonna have to be real careful if we're going to go and get her. We can't risk a breach in the timeline."

"Yeah, well that's considering she hasn't already fucked shit up. Thank god she didn't take any technology with her. You said the only things missing were her weapons?" Robert was rubbing his temples as he asked.

"Uh, yup. Nothing else was missing. Oh, except for the Restraining device. She took that with her. I can't believe she was smart enough to dig out that locator!!"

"Yeah, yeah. The important thing is that we've found out when she is. I'll come down there and we'll decide the details of the mission."

…..

Elsewhere on the high seas, the Flying Dutchman had resurfaced to find herself on calm seas, with the sun on her decks. In sharp contrast to this, her Captain was in a black, foul mood, barking out orders and giving out lashings as felt necessary. The crew was not too surprised, as they were used to the emotional roller coaster that is Davy Jones. Maccus had however, noticed a small, red-faced girl with hastily thrown on clothes hiding in the shadows as she made her way back to her room. He knew he wouldn't be able to get away from Jones' temper in the following few hours. He only hoped that she would still be in her room when he was done.

Juno had been crying all morning, and she had begun to hyperventilate. But she didn't care. She didn't care if anyone saw her, either. Juno just sat on the floor, hugging her knees to her, feeling cheap, filthy, used…like a whore. She had given herself to Jones, fully and completely last night. She satisfied his furious desire and hunger for her body in every way he had wanted. Turn around he had said, on your knees, he had said, say my name, he had said. And she had done it all. And then this morning, he had thrown her out like a dirty rag. She was interrupted out of her thoughts as Maccus approached her room.

"What happened?" he asked, slightly concerned. When Juno didn't answer, he stepped in, shut the canvas once more behind him, as well as the bars and crouched in front of her. "Juno. Tell me what happened."

"What happened?" she turned her face to look at the Shark. "He used me, that's what happened." Then she looked down once more, her breathing hitching with every inhale and exhale.

Not knowing what to do, but knowing he felt sorry for the small creature in front of him; Maccus tentatively put his hand on Juno's shoulder. She took it as an invitation and Maccus was surprised as the small girl barrelled into him, wrapping her arms around him, and sobbing into his shoulder. It was a peculiar sight; a monstrous man with the head of a shark sitting on the floor holding a small girl who was crying uncontrollably.

…..

Maccus was walking down to the brig carrying two large buckets of steaming water. He had left Juno in her room to get some clean water for her. She smelled of sex and other things, and he was pretty sure she'd want to clean up at least a little. Maccus had never imagined that something like this would ever happen on board the Dutchman. His Captain was feared and loathed by all. Women never lasted long as one hundred percent of the ones that ever survived always chose death rather than serve in Jones' crew. And yet, here was Juno, who had willingly offered herself to serve and it seemed, had willingly offered her body to the Captain. In all his time as First Mate, Maccus had never seen Davy Jones in as much of a wrecked state as he was in now. He knew the man must be fighting within himself, but he also knew that Juno was paying the price for it.

Juno smiled weakly as Maccus came back to her room carrying water for her. He also handed her a slab of deck soap, making her giggle a little bit. It was wrapped in a cloth. "You can use that to wipe yourself. Ladies should always smell good," said Maccus.

"Thank you, Maccus. Do you think, you might bring me a small something to eat as well?" asked Juno. Maccus only nodded, and left her to herself.

…..

"Woah there, cowboy. You're saying that you want to drop ourselves in the middle of an English port and start asking questions about some girl?" asked Link in disbelief.

"We'll be discreet. We'll show pictures. You said that this port was close to where she was probably dropped, am I right?" Robert asked, and Link nodded. "Then that's where we'll start looking."

"Yeah, that's fine and all, but you also said you wanted this to be a two-man mission. With no technology. What the hell are you thinking!?!" Exasperated, Link got up from the table and began to pace.

"We won't need technology! I highly doubt any weapons they have will be superior to our skill anyway. The guns back then were hardly a good shot, and what else do they have? Swords? We'll bring our own swords! We have to blend in, Link," explained Robert. He sat back on his chair and crossed his arms. He was sure they'd find Juno in no time. How could a girl like her blend in anyway?

Link sighed and sat back down. "Okay, but we can't just show photographs of her. Those didn't exist back then."

"No problem, my friend," said a smiling Robert. He reached over to the computer which showed a portrait of Juno in Photoshop. He clicked on 'filter', dragged the mouse down to 'sketch' and chose 'chalk and charcoal'. Then he clicked on 'print'.

"Good ol' Photoshop. Great. Well, I'll get started on our cool digs."

Robert rolled his eyes as his friend went to find some wardrobe for them. He figured that by this time in a few days, he'd be smugly telling his superiors to shove it.

…..

"Maccus, tell the girl to get ready. Another ship on the horizon," said Jones. He snapped his telescope back into place and looked behind him to find Maccus hadn't moved. "Well? What are you waiting for? Go!"

"Sir. Perhaps it would better if you told her yourself. You haven't spoken to her in a few days, and I'm sure she would-"

"Maccus??! Get down there or your position as First Mate will be handed down to the next in line!" spat out the Captain.

"Yes sir."

Jones sighed as Maccus left to get Juno. It was true. He hadn't spoken to her in a few days. He knew she would have that look in her eyes again. He had hurt her, and seeing that only made him angry with himself.

"Sir? She won't come."

"What?" Davy spun around to face Maccus yet again.

"Juno. She is refusing to get ready."

"Then clear for action. I'll take down that ship myself if I have to!" Jones turned to the crew on the deck. "CLEAR FOR ACTION YOU SORRY BASTARDS! TIME TO TAKE THAT SHIP DOWN!"

Chaos erupted on the Dutchman, but luckily, Maccus had trained his division well, and the cannons were run out and the ship cleared in no time.

Down in the brig, Juno could hear the action all around, but she wanted no part in it tonight. She just wasn't in the mood. Her Captain hadn't spoken a word to her since that night. He hadn't so much as glanced at her, either. And in the course of a only a few days time, she was sure he had inflicted as much pain on her as he himself must have suffered so long ago. Juno was sure she now understood what Jones had meant that day at the lagoon when he had yelled that she, whoever she was, "threw away everything he gave…"

…..

"It's the Flying Dutchman!" yelled the man in the crow's nest.

"As we thought. Rumours were right! Her bloodthirsty captain is looking for his heart back! But we are going to fight, gentlemen! CLEAR FOR ACTION!" shouted Captain Bernard. He had been asked by Lord Beckett to seek out if rumours were true or not. Lately, there had been word on the sea and Davy Jones and his gruesome crew were looking for trouble. Luckily, Captain Bernard was able to procure more men for this, and unbeknownst to Jones, he was carrying double the usual crew needed for his sort of ship. The Captain smiled to himself as he watched the Dutchman grow nearer to them. It's your turn to fear death today, Davy Jones.

"She's cleared for action, sir! Triple guns sighted as well! …Bloody hell, sir, I hope you know what you're doing. This is Davy Jones we're going after," said First Lieutenant Buckland as he put away his scope.

"Remember, we have to broadside, so we can board her. You'll be in charge of the ship. I'm going to go over there and pay a little visit to the man himself. He took my father from me years ago. I remember seeing him slit his throat while I was floating away on debris from the wreck." Captain Bernard clenched his fist. "He's going to pay for that."

…..

"She's cleared for action, sir! I think they're going to try and fight!" shouted Koleniko.

"Well then they will pay dearly for this mistake! Ready to fire!" There was bloodlust in Jones' voice, and the crew knew there would be no survivors from this battle.

As the two ships came across each other, all one could hear was the firing of cannons and the shouting of orders coming from both ships. And true to his word, Captain Bernard swung over with the rest of his crew as the ships got closer.

…..

The shouts of battle and sounds of swords and pistols were beginning to stir something in Juno. I took an oath with the Captain when I first came on board. I have to fight! And deep within her, no matter what Davy Jones did, she knew her feelings wouldn't change. She would try and reach him again. And this time I won't fail! she thought as she frantically changed into her leather suit. She grabbed only her two daggers this time. She would get close enough to see the fear in their eyes, and feel their blood run over her hands. Juno was angry. She was angry at herself for giving up and feeling sorry for herself. She would make him see, she would make him realize that no matter how much he hurt her, she was strong enough to come back. And as Juno Alex walked up the stairs, she vowed it would be the crew of that other ship that would feel he anger.

Juno looked around and noticed how many more men there were on the ship this time. She also noticed that the other ship seemed to have as many men as needed to keep all the guns reloaded and firing. Quickly, she made a decision and dove into the water.

…..

Climbing aboard the other vessel, she began to cut down anyone and everyone she saw. Most of them didn't even see her coming as they were too absorbed in their duties with the guns. As she cleared the decks below, less and less guns were firing at the Dutchman, and she knew soon they'd have the advantage over this ship. Before making her way to the top deck, Juno rigged a few cannons to explode. Then, she ran up the stairs.

"Sir, who's that?" asked a gunner as he saw a girl clad in skin tight black emerge from the decks below.

The Lieutenant and the gunner could only drop their mouths in horror as the girl began to cut her way through the crew. First, she was slicing them from behind, and stabbing the fallen ones. Then, when a few noticed her and began to fight back, she blocked their blows, and used her daggers to draw lines from appendix to heart. They didn't know, but that was one of her favourite things to do.

Juno knew she was being watched, and decided to leave the other two for last. After dropping the last body to the floor, she slowly turned to face them. They were quivering! This made her laugh a little. "Did you think it was all fun and games? Did you care to think who it was you were fighting against? Have you ever faced the Devil?" and at this, she grinned. It was horrific. She was stained with blood, and her hands were covered in it.

"Wh-who are you?" asked the trembling gunner.

"Someone to tell your friends about." Juno pointed at the longboat. "Get in. Row back to your friends and you tell them that Davy Jones is coming, and he's not going to stop killing until he gets what's his."

Struggling to get to find his feet under him, the gunner ran to the longboat, with the Lieutenant not far behind. But Juno stepped in front of him.

"I don't recall telling you to get in there." She cocked her head at him. Juno noticed his hand twitch slightly towards the sword at his belt. "You want to fight? Me?" she asked, raising her eyebrow. "Well tell you what. I'll put down my weapons, and you can try and slice at me, alright?" Her smile was twisted as she bent down to put her daggers in the floor. The Lieutenant lunged at her as she did this, but she only rolled away. Getting up, she saw him coming toward him again. Juno didn't move. She watched him with her trained eye, and using her left hand, stopped his wrist as he came in for another blow. His fist tried to come up, but she only caught it with her right hand. Then she headbutted him.

The man growled in pain as his hands went up to his face. There was blood running down his forehead, and his sword had clattered to the ground.

"Is this what you want?" yelled a hysterical Juno. "Do you want do DIE?" she shouted as she did a running jump onto the man. He fell to the ground, and that's when she started to hit his face. And she didn't stop. With every hit, she only got more angry, and it was only when she noticed she was hitting mush and bone that she stopped. Juno sat back up and noticed that the remaining crew of the ship she was on were beginning to be overtaken by Jones and his men. Then, the ground beneath her feet shuddered as the cannons she had rigged to explode triggered a chain reaction throughout the ship. Looking back once to grab her daggers from the floor, Juno jumped on the railing and dove once more into the sea.

…..

"…Okay, Robert. I feel like an idiot. Let's hurry this up so we can get out of here."

"Man, you weren't lying…" grimaced Captain Fairfield as he looked around at the Port Royal.

"What?"

Robert looked at his friend Link. "There be pirates…"

Shrugging, the two of them walked into town, determined to find the whereabouts of one Juno Alex.

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Author's note: Just wanted to clarify that Davy Jones is definitely very squiddy here in my story. He's Davy Jones in all his glory, tentacles and all. I'm not sure if that makes the smut from last chapter more disturbing…..but hey, that's the way it's gonna be! Lol! Anyway, I must warn you all that this fic is only going to be a few more chapters long. I didn't set out to make an epic, and I already had a good idea of where I wanted it to go when I started writing, so I'm hoping no more than 18 chapters or so. 20 at the max. The other reason is that I am going to Philippines for a holiday for two months. TWO FREAKING MONTHS! Man, I'm gonna miss all you guys and I don't know when I'll have access to a computer over there. But hopefully when I get back, there will be more Davy goodness here. P Also, I may not be able to update with another chapter till next week…we'll see. I'm going to Victoria for the weekend with my boyfriend. So, hope you enjoy this chapter!