Davy Jones' Sorrow

Oh Malsie you are so close. The woman is related to Madison but think about it…Davy Jones is really old. So it's not her mother.

"What is that thing?" Madison asked, looking at the big wheel on the deck.

"That's what Jones uses to summon it." Bill said. Madison looked at him. "The Kraken."

"Oh…of course." Madison said. She muttered under her breath about how Jones needs a wheel and she just needed to yell. She looked around at the odd crew members and noticed none of them were looking at her and also avoiding her. "Maybe he told them something."

"What?" Bill asked.

"Well look. They're all avoiding me. They're not looking at me and I know they want to." Madison said. She looked at Bill. "Does he know who I am?"

"If he did…it wouldn't make him order them to leave you alone." Bill said. "Didn't do anything for Will."

"He must know something." Madison said. She started wondering if he knew what she was capable of. "Jones said that he was going to give Jack a few days to decide."

"Decide what?" Bill asked.

"Whose soul he's going to save. Mine…or his." Madison said. "I can't believe I'm leaving my life in his hands."

"You'd be surprised." Bill said. "Jack has always had a soft spot for you, although he always tried to hide it."

"Yeah right." Madison said.

"It's true." Bill said. "He…" He stopped as the clunking noise of Davy Jones' peg leg neared them. Madison didn't turn around because she didn't want to look at him. She stiffened when she felt the tentacles on her shoulders.

"Is she special to you Mr. Turner?" Davy Jones asked. Bill stared in wide eyed fear. "Tell me…who is she?"

"Don't." Madison said, looking at Bill.

"I won't harm her." Davy Jones said. Madison shivered as she felt her hair get moved. "Now…what did Sparrow call you?" She felt herself get spun around "Ah yes…Madison. Well Miss Madison. If you'll come with me."

"No." Madison said.

"You have no choice." Davy Jones said.

"Be careful." Bill said. Madison looked at him. He nodded and she sighed and nodded back before going with Davy Jones.

"Can't this bloody thing go any faster!" Jack yelled.

"Not with these winds." Barbossa yelled back. "He won't hurt her."

"And how the bloody hell do you know that?" Jack said, turning his attention to his former first mate. "I've learned not to believe you."

"You obviously didn't see the way he was looking at her." Barbossa said. Jack walked up to him. "Who's her mother?"

"I don't know. Some unnamed whore in San Juan…or was it Porto Rico." Jack said. "Anyways…I don't know who it was."

"Could it be possible that she be related to the woman Jones fell in love with?" Barbossa said. Jack stared at him.

"How the bloody hell do you do that?" He asked.

"I'm smarter then you." Barbossa said. Jack glared at him. "I also don't spend every minute of the day drinking rum."

"Are you going to tell me what you know or are you just going to insult me?" Jack asked.

"You feel something her." Barbossa said.

"Who?" Jack asked.

"Madison." Barbossa said.

"How would you know?" Jack asked.

"You were very, VERY protective of her." Barbossa said. "More then I thought."

"You're not making any sense, man." Jack said, turning and walking away.

"You love her." Barbossa said. Jack froze. "It's obvious, Jack. If the others don't notice…they're stupider then you." Jack turned to look at him, only to see that Barbossa was looking out at the sea now. Jack went to his cabin and sat on the bed. Did he love Madison? Apart from the dream, he hadn't really been acting any differently around her then he used to…had he? When she was younger, he acted like an uncle or big brother. Now he acted like…he wasn't sure. He looked at the little table next to the bed and stared at the bottle of rum sitting there. He reached for it then stopped. His hand dropped back into his lap.

Maybe, in some strange, twisted way…Barbossa was right. Maybe.

Madison looked around. There was an eerie calmness about Davy Jones' cabin. The organ stood out most buy for now she wanted to take in everything else. She forgot about who she was with and walked farther into the room.

"Wow…" Madison said. Davy Jones sat at the organ, watching her. He picked up the music box and opened it. Madison didn't look at him but she stopped looking around. The tune was familiar. She wasn't sure how. She looked around some more and stopped when she saw a painting. She walked over and picked it up. Her eyes went slightly wide as she looked at the familiar face. "Oh my god…" She looked at Davy Jones who was still watching her. She looked back at the painting.

"Her name was Arianna." Davy Jones said. "You look exactly like her." He was next to her now.

"A younger her." Madison said. "She looks to be 25 or a bit older."

"She was the sea." Davy Jones said, very quietly. Madison lifted her eyes from the painting to his face. She suddenly felt sorry for him. Here was a man who had fallen in love so deeply that when she was gone, he was in so much pain that he cut out his own heart.

"Are you trying to make me feel sorry for you?" Madison asked.

"No." Davy Jones said.

"Well I do." Madison said. "I don't know how it would have felt. I've never been in love. But…it must have been really bad." He didn't look at her. "I'm sorry." Davy Jones suddenly looked angry. He snatched the painting from her hands and went over to the organ where he slammed the lid of the music box shut. Madison flinched.

"I don't need you feeling sorry for me." Davy Jones said. Madison stared at him. "Get out." She turned and hurried out of the cabin. By the time she got out, it was raining. Bill came over to her

"Are you alright?" He asked.

"Yeah." Madison said.

"You're shaking." Bill said. Madison looked at her hand to see it shaking a lot. "Come on." He led her back down to where she had woken up. He found a suitable blanket and draped it over her shoulders. "What happened?"

"Nothing." Madison said. "We just…stared at each other." She pulled the blanket tighter around herself but even then she was still shivering. She kept thinking about that sad look in Davy Jones' eyes. She hoped she'd never be able to know how he felt.

"Will?" Elizabeth asked, walking up to him. He was leaning over the front of the ship. His hands holding the railing so tight, his knuckles were turning white.

"Go back into the cabin, Elizabeth." Will said, looking over his shoulder at her. "You'll get soaked."

"You already are soaked." Elizabeth said. She pried one of Will's cold hands off the railing and held it in her own warm ones. "We'll find her. We'll save her, and your father. And…if you're still up to it. We'll get married. And they can both be there." Will looked at her to see her eyes were red and puffy from crying. "Please Will…say you still want to marry me. I'm sorry for what I did. I don't know why I did it. But please…please say you still love me."

"Of course I do." Will said. He took her face in his hands. "Elizabeth…I've always loved you. You know that. I still want to marry you. Things will be different between us though."

"As long as I'm with you, I don't care." Elizabeth said. Will, using his thumbs, wiped the tears and rain drops off Elizabeth's cheeks before kissing her.

Jack, at the wheel, watched them for a few seconds before looking at the water. No matter what happened, the lovebirds would always make up.

"I don't love Maddie like that." Jack muttered. "No…I don't." No matter how he said it, he didn't believe it. "I don't…I can't." He groaned and banged his head on the wheel. He only loved the sea. Loving a person…well…he wasn't sure if he was able to do that. He didn't remember ever doing it. He didn't know what to do or how to handle it.

Well here's this chapter. I hope you liked it. There's gonna be some more Madison and Davy Jones interact but nothing too much.