Ocean Eyes Chapter 11 – Voice

Captain Katherine Barbossa and Mugglebornprinces - all in good time, all in good time XD

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This is just a silly little chapter because I was in quite a harmonious mood when I wrote it. Hope its ok though?

The Dutchman was relatively calm for once. After we passed through the dangerous rocks, the mayhem on board had made the crew rather tired. Mist enveloped the vessel as it cruised through quiet, dark waters.

I was sat on the front of the Dutchman, basking in the peace of the moment. I sat on the protruding, spiky, pointy teeth-like part of it like a tree branch. My dress was quite long, and billowed down beside me in folds of dirty white. To pass the time, I had been singing. For some reason I was compelled to sing to the tune of Davy's locket, which baffled me as I had thrown the locket overboard in an attempt to rid my thoughts of the betraying Calypso, and of course, escalate the process of Davy forgetting about her.

I sang the lyrics which I had heard in my dream. My voice was sweet and flowing, and echoed amiably throughout the waters.

"Come with me, my sweet, to the sea

Where you and I will forever be,

You are mine and I am yours

Bound by loves greatest laws"

I carried on singing it over and over, and got the same amount of satisfaction from it each time; in which I devoted it to Davy.

I sang it yet again.

"…Bound by loves greatest laws…"

"If loves' 'greatest laws' include carving your heart out in an attempt to rid yourself of the emotion itself, then I'll be damned-ah."

Davy suddenly emerged, looking down at me precariously from the edge of the ship.

I gasped joyfully and clambered up to join him. I hoisted myself onto the top deck where he stood, and sat myself down on the edge, my legs dangling over.

He glanced at me as he took out a broad pipe, lit it satisfactorily using various tentacles, and placed it in his mouth. The smoke exhaled impressively out of his siphon.

"You shouldn't really do that… it's so bad for you." I said snippily, raising one eyebrow.

He laughed calmly. He said indistinctly; "In case ye haven't noticed, sweetheart, I've sort of ruined myself enough as it is-ah. Smoking means nothing."

I looked out to sea and laughed too. "But I'm good for you, right?" I said teasingly, smoothing out my skirts in mock demureness.

"Ye know perfectly well ye are." He folded his arms and carried on smoking, looking out to the horizon just as I was.

I couldn't help but admire his mighty appearance at that exact moment. He looked sturdy and sure, eyes glowing from the flickering light of his pipe, a mixture of ice-blue and orange flame. He turned to me. "You have a divine voice, Meryl-ah." He suddenly said; the pipe still in his mouth.

I smiled. "Thank you."

"You sounded like… some sort of siren, except lovelier." He said charmingly, looking back out to sea again, "I couldn't help but be drawn to it-ah"

I smiled again, happy that I was being graced with his compliments when they were usually so hard to get out of him.

He suddenly eyed me. He took the pipe out of his mouth and put it out, the smoke looking almost lilac in the moonlight. "Sing for me." He said quietly.

This sudden demand shocked me, as I couldn't believe he could suddenly turn so passionate out of living a rigorous life full of death, pain and endurance.

I sighed and looked away from him modestly. I was overcome with nervousness, as I desperately wanted to do it well, to impress him and please him.

I took a breath, and sang out to the waves.

"Come with me… my sweet, to the sea…

Where you and I will forever be…

I was compelled to turn to him. I looked him straight in the eyes as I sang.

"…You are mine, and I am yours,

Bound by loves greatest laws..."

There was silence for a moment as we both breathed in and out steadily. He leant forward slightly and cupped my face softly in his hand.

"Beautiful." He muttered.

I smiled at him, so amazingly joyful that he loved my singing… and more importantly, that he loved me. His tender side was so rare, yet being the person he gave all of that to was just euphoric. I felt so happy with myself that I saw the charm and power beyond his appearance.

"Oh god… I love you so much." I whispered, suddenly lunging myself at him.

He reeled back in surprise, but clutched me back. I didn't care that my head was buried in his writhing, slippery beard. His disfigured features couldn't possibly put me off, though I could tell that it bothered him.

"Why…why-ah…?" He suddenly murmured in frustration.

"What? What is it?" I asked frantically, worried if it was something I'd just done.

"I just wish I could be… more for you-ah!"

"Don't be stupid. You're everything; my everything. I need you, you have no idea."

He all of a sudden gripped my arm lightly with his crusteacean-hand.

"But… you're leaving-ah." He said sadly, with a tint of anger.

"I have to… you know I do. I'm a Captain, Davy, just as you are." I gripped his shirt as I explained, "But I swear, for damn sure, that I'll see you again soon."

I insisted this with all my soul. I couldn't be without him – my life would never be the same unless I saw him again. I just wish there was some way I could be with him forever… I didn't want to stop living, and I didn't want to put him through a second round of severe pain by losing me. I wouldn't give up until I found a way.

The night was gradually seeping away as the sun gleamed over the horizon. The sky was daubed beautifully with many cooling shades of burnt pink, misty sky blue, orange and white. The ocean lapped sensitively on the edge of the haunted ship. It was one of those moments that turn life into a golden treasure instead of a harsh, dark storm. Sharing with the person you love just topped it off and made living worth while.

I leant on his shoulder, one hand on his chest, the other on his back. I cradled myself against him, smiling, and watched the sun rise. I felt his shoulders move as he breathed. I cherished it – every breath reminding me that he was alive and that he was mine.

"There's another thing I'm really going to miss…" I said softly, breaking the ambience.

He spoke sleepily, as if he'd just woken up from a good dream. He put one arm around my waist. "What's that-ah?"

"Your organ playing." I murmured.

"Ah." He said. He turned to me. "I'm going to be honest with you-ah." He nestled me closer, as if he was about to tell me a story. I cuddled up close.

"Many a night have I spent at that organ-ah, playing it sorrowfully and selfishly hoping she would somehow come back to me."

I tensed, but he gripped me. "But now-ah… she's wasted. She wasted my heart, my love, my time, she wasted me; and now-ah…" He kissed the top of my head. "You have all of that love… all of that love I thought I was going to spend yearning for, for the rest of eternity."

I didn't say a word but I hugged him so hard that he spluttered. I giggled as he did so. Everything was so calm, so chilled out, so peaceful.

I hoped we could stay this way forever.

Oh and than