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The room she was in was dark, candlelit and quiet, the gentle rocking of the sea the only indicator of their movement through the ocean. Anna had decided quickly the part she was supposed to play, the Goddess, and let the Asian women drape her in fine silks and leathers. She smiled politely when they tried to put on a hat she did not find attractive and told them that she preferred her hair in chopsticks. Sao Feng crooned to her in his language and she kept her face even and clear of any feeling.

The women were dismissed and Anna looked up slowly, carefully, her eyes hard and rolling beneath as she thought a Goddess's might. He stepped towards her, and she leaned against a wooden pole, her chin tipped up just the slightest.

"By this time tomorrow we will arrive at Shipwreck Cove, and you will be free. Calypso," he finished in a whisper, his face leaning in closer to hers and she could see the edges of his scars so perfectly. She smiled at the name, keeping eye contact.

"Is that what you choose to call me?" she asked softly, her eyes roaming over the man before her. "I am known by so many names, I forget," she admitted.

"Not the name you fancy, I imagine, out of the many that you have. But it is what we call you," he said calmly. She nodded slowly, her eyes growing darker.

"We being the Court," she hissed the name and thanked any god available that she knew her stories well. She knew of the Brethren Court and she knew what they had supposedly done to the goddess.

"You confirm it?" He asked suddenly, clearly having thought the stories were untrue. She nodded slowly.

"The first Brethren Court bound me to human form," she said as if she were angered by the action. "So that rule of the sea would not belong to me but…"

"Men," he finished. She nodded again, and allowed him to continue speaking. "But one such as you should never be anything less than what you are," he whispered, trailing a finger down her cheek. She shivered in disgust from the touch.

"Beautiful words," she said softly, "for a captor. But even the sweetest words lose their charm, when whispered through bars," she hissed. Something in her felt the pain of this Goddess, the want for freedom pulsing through her veins.

"Can I be blamed for my efforts? All men are drawn to the sea, perilous though it may be," he said with a small smile.

"And some forget that the sea does not stop its swell for the justification of those men's crimes," she said softly, a hint of a sneer around the corners of her mouth.

"All I offer is my desire," he said calmly, stepping back slightly.

"And in return?" Anna asked gently.

"I would have your gifts, should you choose to give them."

Anna stepped forward slightly, her hips swaying unconsciously and her lip curling. "And if I should choose, not?"

"Then I will take," he said coming closer to her. "You're fury." he crushed his mouth to hers, and her mind stopped and for a moment he was a mass of lips and teeth and tongue on her unyielding mouth. She remembered the last time she'd been kissed, the first time. The time Jack had kissed her in Port Royal.

She pushed back onto him, her hand rising to drag her nails across Sao Feng's skin. He scrambled back, his hand rising to his bleeding cheek. Her chest rose and fell and she belonged to two things only, the sea and to Jack, and no one else would touch her.

The Captain glared at her and made to move forward towards her, his eyes alight with fury. Before he could finish even the first step the side of the ship was blown away in a fiery blast that seemed to happen slowly to Anna as she watched a large, splintered, piece of wood skewer Sao Feng. Her face turned away from falling debris her eyes tightly shut against the world around them. Her hand rose to her mouth as she turned back slowly, seeing the Captain pinned to the wall opposite her, dark blood slipping around the large piece of wood sticking from his abdomen.

Anna rushed towards him, falling to her knees and flicking hair out of her eyes. "Sao Feng," she whispered in something like shock.

He looked up at her, meeting her eyes and raising his hand to his neck, snapping off his necklace and holding it in front of her. "Here...please. With all nine pieces of eight, you will be free. Take it! You are captain now. Go in my place to Shipwreck Cove," he told her his eyes beginning to look tired around the edges and his breathing started to become labored and weak.

"Me?" she asked breathlessly, wishing she could lend the ability of her lungs to shrink and expand to the dying man before her. She heard Tai Hung come in behind her, but Sao Feng gripped her shoulder, pulling her down to his face, a whisper of air flowing from him.

"Forgive me, Calypso," he begged with his final breath and released her, falling back his hand open and slack. His eyes were blank to her and the world around them and they saw nothing.

"What did he tell you?" Tai hung demanded, glaring at the woman as she stood slowly, the necklace grasped in her hand. Her eyes rose slowly to the sailor before her.

"He-he made me Captain," she whispered. He glared at her, turning and running out onto the deck and Anna followed him, her fingernails digging into her palm. As she met the night air she was grabbed by a crewman of the Dutchman and she remembered the first time it had happened.

"You are not my Captain," Tai Hung spat, writhing against his own bonds.

Slick skin and pointed barnacles pressed against her and she wished it wasn't that eel again. She hated the feelings they brought back, emptiness and fear. She pushed them down, her chin sticking up almost arrogantly, her back stiff and the foreign clothes molded to her body and made her look like a warrior might. Some ancient fighter.

"Annabelle?" Her name was called across the deck and she flinched. The voice making memories rise in her and every moment she didn't mourn for him rushed back and guilt weighed in on her consciousness and every breath she took felt like a labor. Her head snapped up at the implications behind the voice she knew so well. The first voice she heard after the pirate attack on the crossing from England.

"James?" she breathed, the tone of her voice sounding weak and she didn't like it but shock made her sound soft.

She thrashed against her guard, breaking his grasp and running at the clean-shaken Admiral James Norrington, the man she thought she'd lost. The man she knew from their first adventure brought back and raised rank. Propriety meant nothing as her body hit his, her arms around his neck in an instant, her breathing accelerated. He hugged her back on impulse, and she could feel his heart beating.

She thought this was the first time he'd held her, that she could remember.

"Thank God, you're alive," he whispered against her neck, and she squeezed her arms.

"Me?" she asked, laughing almost breathlessly. "Thank God, you are alive. James, I thought I'd lost you."

"Annabelle, you're father will be overjoyed," he said, stepping back slightly. Her head tilted, eyes wounded.

"I can't go back to him," she said softly. "You know what he's done."

"But, surely you are going back to England, like Elizabeth's father," he said with a smile that stood out on his carved face.

"Her father's dead," Anna said quietly. "She's alright though," she added for his benefit.

"That's impossible," he whispered. "At any rate, you're going back to England, and being wed to Beckett, remember?" he asked.

Anna lifted her bare left hand, her fingers dancing slightly in the half-light of the lanterns. Her eyes were sad on the man before her, denial was written on his face. "Did Beckett tell you that?" she asked softly, her voice was gentle.

"B-but, you will be safe there, you will not be tried," he rambled, his cool grey eyes flitting over her in worry.

"I don't want to be safe, James. I want to be free," Anna said quietly. His eyes seemed to deepen and something like regret pooled in them, but he couldn't say anything else.

"Who among you do you name as Captain?" That Scottish lilt rang through her ears and she lifted her head as Tai Hung pointed her out, her chin lifted.

"Ah, Miss Windsor, come to finally join my crew?" Davy Jones asked, approaching her with his thumping gait. His fiery green eyes seemed to bore into her soul, but Anna couldn't find it in her to be afraid of him. She knew of his softer side, now. Knew of his devotion to the voodoo woman.

"No thank you," she said as politely as she could.

"Do you fear death?" he asked slowly, leaning into her until he could brush her with his tentacle beard. She stared back into his eyes, deep blue meeting acidic green. She shook her head slowly.

"Not so much, anymore," she said softly, her eyes tracing the monster before her. "She still thinks of you, you know," she said before she could stop herself and she wished there was a way to erase the moment. Shock sunk into his eyes, rolling and changing and spitting out fury and pain and maybe even fear.

His body began to shake, tentacles popping and what was left of lips snarling and a growl erupted from his throat. He made to lunge at her, claw raised and ready to snap closed on her tan throat. She wished she hadn't flinched, but she did.

"Tow the ship," Norrington's voice broke through the haze of her fear and the blinding force of Jones' fury. "Put the prisoners in the brig, and the captain shall have my quarters."

"James," she whispered, drawing his attention and the man looked at her with broken, desperate eyes. "I'm not Elizabeth." The sound carried to him and he broke even further, denial mixing within the depths of his grey eyes and she wished she could heal him.

"I know," he said hoarsely, Jones' eyes snapping to him and her and back at him and the Captain tilted his head in confusion.

"No, you don't," Anna said quietly. "I…I need to stay with the crew."

"W-what?" he asked, stepping back slightly. "Anna you don't know what you're doing. I can't protect you if you make these choices."

"I'm aware, but" she paused, swallowing. "I'm choosing a side, James. What's yours?" she asked, her eyes meeting his again as she stepped back, blending into the background of crewmen, her head still held high, face soft.