A/N: Remember when I mentioned AUs and crossovers? Well, here's one. I wrote it a while ago (like, almost a year) for a fanfic crossover contest on Wattpad (it was one of ten winners, and the only one to do the suggested OUAT/POTC crossover, which I thought was a brilliant idea). It's honestly not my best work, as there was a deadline and I was writing to the literal last minute to finish it, which makes the end very rushed. I believe there was also a word count limit, so there was also alot of stuff I cut out of the end that would've almost made up for how rushed it felt.
Anyway, here's some Jones family bonding. Writing this did give me an idea for a multi-shot minific that I might do later with this idea (ie, Killian and Ellyn being present for all the Pirates of the Caribbean movies). Ergo the phrase 'oneshot version' tacked onto the end of the story's name.
Just a heads up that, because of this being written for Wattpad, I kinda skirted around there being any mention of Ellyn ever being anything but distant acquaintances with Rumplestiltskin, because that'd be alittle confusing and random for an audience whose never read For the Sake of Family.
Enjoy!
Third Star to the Right: Oneshot Version
A pair of pirates stood on the Storybrooke docks, watching the calm waters reflect the stars, lost in thought. One was dark-haired and blue-eyed, a dashing young man of about two hundred years. The other was a woman, older in appearance; she often joked that her eyes were as black as her soul.
Perhaps it was good thing for the citizens of Storybrooke that her eyes were, in fact, dark brown.
Killian Jones was contemplating a life spent on the sea. His father had abandoned them, his brothers had died, his love had been killed, and each time the stormy waters had slowly healed helped to heal the wound. He wanted his connection to that life- to his family, to that freedom- back. He wanted his ship.
At his side, Ellyn Davina Jones was also contemplating a life tied to the sea. She was considerably less enamored with it, but she wasn't going to let him go alone. She'd lost him to Neverland through a portal once; she wasn't keen to repeat it. And, if he was going to start sailing on the Roger again, she was going to need her Dutchman to keep up.
"It'll be simple." The younger Jones said, though doubtfully.
Ellyn Davina, with her usual subtly, replied, "When hell freezes over." She drew a small bean from her pocket. It was blue-green and glowed softly; the Dutchman's captain could faintly sense the magic humming through it. "Something has gone wrong every time I've used one of these."
Killian nodded grimly. "Aye, to me as well."
"We're still gonna do it, aren't we?"
The pirate nodded once in answer, then said, "Are you still going to insist on coming?"
Ellyn sighed. "Aye."
Then she tossed the bean into the water. The familiar blue-green vortex opened up, wind suddenly wiping around them, roaring as it tried to push them into the portal.
Killian looked to his older sister. Ellyn looked to her baby brother.
They jumped as one, the portal closing several seconds after they disappeared down it.
Killian was up first, hauling himself to his feet and looking around. They were on a dock; to their right was a black-hulled ship, and straight ahead was a ramshackle city the likes of which Hook had never seen. It seemed to be made largely of wrecked ships, layers of the city stacked in some places like a mountain that sparkled with torchlight.
Ellyn pushed herself to her feet, taking in the sight with barely-hidden awe, uneased that she didn't recognize it; she'd sailed many realms in her time bound to the Dutchman, and seen most port cities of worth- one of which this obviously was. They weren't anywhere she was familiar with, and it made her uncomfortable.
So she did what she normally did when she was uncomfortable with a situation: she called her magic.
It responded, but sluggishly, the way it had when when magic was first returned to Storybrooke and more focus and energy was needed to control it. She concentrated, and got the sea's waves to rise higher, only to break violently against the hull of the black ship. It was meant merely as an experiment, and gave her an idea of what her limits were in this land.
"Any idea where we are, Davey?"
Ellyn didn't even try to chatsy him for using the hated nickname; she'd learned long ago that her brothers were- in the case of Liam and Tor, had been- somewhat attached to it. It had been in their honor when she started using it as her pirating alias.
"None whatsoever, Ian. But the magic here is different, so it isn't Mysthaven or Mysthaven-adjacent."
Hook looked around again, jaw firmly clamped shut and a muscle working there; he was notably annoyed with portals and their unreliability.
"How in the seven hells did this even happen?" he growled.
Ellyn Davina looked around. "What were you thinking of when we jumped through?"
"The Enchanted Forest."
"Specifically? Or were you thinking of the Jolly Roger?"
Killian had no reply for that. He had been thinking of his ship, because that's where he wanted to be taken. His silence was the only answer his sister needed.
"Well, there's your answer. You were thinking of your ship, and being a pirate, I suspect, and that's what the portal cued off of."
"So where are we, then?" Hook demanded.
"Somewhere piratey. I think the city made of wrecked ships would've made that obvious."
Killian shot his sister a dark look for the sarcasm, and was met with a cheeky grin.
"Then throw in the other bean and let's go back."
Ellyn's amusement fell. "I don't think that's a good idea. Magic works differently here, and if we go through without something to focus our destination, we've no way of solidly guaranteeing where we get sent." She made a show of shuddering. "I'd rather not end up in Narnia again. To cold for my tastes."
"And where, pray tell, would we find a focuser?"
"Give me a minute. I'll see if I can sense anything."
Davey Jones leaned against a dock post and closed her eyes. In the Enchanted Forest, she could sense the Dark One from a mile away; he radiated dark magic. Here, though, she had to concentrate more, pushing a small amount of her magic out to try and brush against the power any other magic would give off. She didn't have to go very far; her eyes snapped open in seconds, and she looked over her shoulder at the black-hulled ship.
"Find something?" Hook asked, noticing the change in demeanor.
"Someone. I'll be right back." Then she was gone in a swirl of near-black smoke.
Tia Dalma opened her eyes to watch the stranger who'd appeared outside her cell. She was dressed in a fine dark-blue cloak, a broad-rimmed hat pulled low over dark eyes and a sword at her hip. The ease with which she stood on the rocking ship told of someone used to the sea.
"A stranger comes to visit me in my cell." Tia said. "One bein' not of this world."
Ellyn was quiet for a moment, trying to decide how to play this. She didn't know if this person, who held in her the flicker of caged magic, would see a newly-appeared pirate as friend or foe.
"And one who wishes to be gone from it."
"I sense you've already gone from it, and returned again." Tia said. "Not many who touch death stand in the world of the livin'."
The pirate went rigid; it was still a sore subject. "I meant I wish to be gone from this realm, not from life." 'Something I suspect you already knew.' she thought bitterly.
"Ah, a wayward traveler." Tia smiled, revealing yellow teeth. "By what way did you come to this world?"
"A bean, enchanted to allow travel between the realms. I have a way home, but I need something to focus the bean's magic."
Though subtle, it was the proposal of a deal, something they both new. Tia studied her for a moment. "I know of something that can aid you. A compass carried by a man named Jack Sparrow, that points to what you desire most."
Now it was Ellyn's turn to study Tia. "I'd thank you for the information, but everything comes with a price. What's the cost of this?"
Dalma smiled again. "Remember who be givin' you help now, and who you be givin' help to in the future."
'A favor, then'. Ellyn thought. Outwardly, she reached a hand through the bars and said, "It's a deal, then. Who do I have the pleasure of doing business with?" Perhaps, if she had a name, she could garner some information about the person to whom she was now indebted.
"I have bore'n many names, but I be known to the pirates as Tia Dalma. What of you?"
"Many names, as well. The one you're most likely to know is Captain Davina Jones. Davey Jones, in some worlds."
Tia drew back, emotions flashing through her eyes, and when she spoke, her voice was sharp. "You be keeping that to yourself, child. This world already knows a man by that name, and he's not one you wish to trifle with."
Ellyn Davina Jones drew herself up to her full height, not liking the tone; she'd killed men for less. "I'll keep nothing to myself. For centuries I was bound to the Dutchman, and I'm going to call myself the captain of it if I want to."
Inwardly, though, both women were reflecting on enchanted compasses, enslaved soul-ferrying captains, and alternate realities.
"Good luck then, Davey Jones." Tia said, albeit coldly. "You be needin' it."
Jack Sparrow touched the coin hanging from his bandanna as though to rip it free, but dropped his hand and swaggered forward.
"Might I point out that we are still short one pirate lord, and I'm content as a cucumber to wait until Sao Feng joins us." he said, speaking to the pirate lords seated around an oblong oval table. His hesitance had less to do with tradition and much more to do with his own interests.
"Sao Feng is dead." Elizabeth Swann declared, appearing in the doorway to the room, a half-dozen of her crewman flanking her. All heads turned in her direction, and so didn't notice the pair of pirates appear in the shadows near the opposite end of the table. As shouts erupted across the room, Elizabeth drew her sword and plunged it into a nearby globe, in the area that marked the South China Sea. "He fell to the Flying Dutchman."
"And made you captain? They're just giving the bloody title away now." Jack grumbled over the fray.
"Listen!" Elizebeth shouted, somehow louder than the ruckus around her. The room quieted somewhat. "Our location has been betrayed. Jones is under the command of Lord Beckett, and they're on their way here."
Ellyn Davina Jones stepped from the shadows as more shouts erupted, Killian at her side, waiting calmly to be noticed. It took only seconds; several people jumped nearly out of thier skins. It was astonishing, really, how quickly pistols were out and pointed at the two Jones.
"And who in the devil are you?" Barbossa demanded, almost exactly opposite the length of the table from her.
"Ironically enough, the devil, if you believe some stories." Ellyn said, amused. She made a show of looking around at the various weapons pointed at her. "Are you going to use those, or are you just going to point them? Because you're wasting time otherwise."
Acouple of the lords exchanged looks with each other, cautioned by her brazenness. Then, almost as one, they pulled their triggers.
The crack of gunshots echoed through the cluttered room, but it was not followed by the sound of bodies hitting the floor. Though Hook flinched, the bullets never reached them, the balls of lead hovering in the air in front of the hand Davey had held up. The room was stunned into silence, and only watched as the little group of projectiles started to reposition themselves, spreading out so that they hovered at angles to the people who had fired them, ready to be sent zipping back.
"Witchcraft." one of the lords- Jocord- hissed.
"I would think that was obvious." came the dry response. Seconds stretched on.
"Are you going to use those or are you just going to point them?" Jack asked, flicking a hand in the direction of the bullets. He was one of the few who hadn't drawn a pistol at Hook and Davey's appearance. "Because you're wasting time otherwise."
Ellyn sweeped a deliberate gaze up and down the captain, then let the lead bullets go wherever gravity might take them. "Reminds ya' of the Crocodile, don't he?" she asked her brother. Hook took in the man's stance and hand gestures, which were not unlike those of an eccentric, Enchanted-Forest Rumplestiltskin. His eye twitched slightly.
"Aye, he does." To the assembly of strangers, he asked, "Which one of you is Jack Sparrow?"
The group looked at the strangers and promptly pointed. Jack looked around, then glanced to Killian and said "There should be a 'Captain' in there somewhere."
"Well, Jack Captain Sparrow," Davey said, "You have something I require."
"If it's money, I'm fresh out."
Killian shifted slightly forward, and the candlelight gleamed off his stand-in hand. "We seek a compass," he pointed with his hook as he added, "that rumor has you possess."
Jack smiled in an awkward, sheepish sort of way. "Sorry to disappoint lad, but I don't have it."
"Really." Ellyn said.
"Aye, gambled it away a fortnight ago. Rum has a way of making a man forget his lack of valuables."
Sparrow had barely finished the statement when he gasped, suddenly unable to breath. He choked as he struggled to suck in air that didn't quite reach his lungs.
Killian glanced to his sister, who'd crossed her arms over her chest and wore a look of concentration. "You're lying." she said flatly.
Barbossa and Elizabeth, whose stance told Hook that they were familiar with Sparrow, were shooting looks between Ellyn and the suffocating pirate.
"Enough, Ellyn." he said calmly. Nothing changed; Jack put a hand on the table and another on his throat, coughing and gasping.
"Ellyn." He repeated, voice dangerous this time. Swann drew a knife, and Ellyn's gaze flickered to her. Jack was wheezing now, and Killian wrapped his hook around his sister's elbow. "Davey!" he snapped.
Jack sucked in air, suddenly able to breathe. Ellyn Davina shot her brother an annoyed look. "You're no fun since you started hangin' around with Swan." To Sparrow, she said, "Do not lie to me again. Where is the compass?"
"Don't have the foggiest." was the reply. Killian placed his one hand on Ellyn's shoulder before she could react.
"Listen, mate." Hook said, trying to remember to be on his best behaviour- to be a hero, for Emma. "We just need a hand getting back home."
"Literally, eh lad?" Jack quipped. Killian ground his teeth together, glaring at the other captain.
Ellyn laughed. "More and more like the Dark One by the minute." Hook shot her a withering glare. "What? You want me to play nice, I'll play nice. It'll take us ten times longer, but hey, nothing promotes sibling bonding like being stuck in a strange land together." The last part was twinged with bitter sarcasm. Killian rounded on her.
"We're doing this my way and you're goin' to hold yer tongue about it. If I listened ta' you the only thing in this room would be corpses."
"Aye, and we would have the compass and be long gone! But by all means, lets cater to the locals. Whats another hundred years, right?."
"Not to interrupt this lovely family moment," Jack said. Both Jones shot him an agitated look. "But you seem to be people of... lets say specialized means. We happen to be on rocky terms with someone of similar... talents."
"Just what are you getting at, mate?" Hook said as Jack began to wade through the people gathered around the table.
"Aye, what are ye gettin' at, Sparrow?" Barbossa asked, a warning note in his voice. Ellyn sent him a silencing look.
Sparrow made a motion with his hand, arriving only feet from Killian, and Ellyn. The latter's lip curled with disdain.
"I merely suggest that we help each other out. You want the compass, and I'll be happy to hand it over once it comes back into my possession. By my reckoning, that puts you in our debt, which you can repay by making sure we don't, well, die. Savvy?"
"Counter proposal." Ellyn said. "You give us the compass, and I won't, well, kill you. Savvy?"
"Davey." Killian warned, albeit half-heartedly. He looked back to Jack. "We'll take your deal, mate." He extended his good hand to shake, but drew it back as Jack reached for it. "Double cross us, and you'd better hope my hook finds your heart before Ellyn does."
"Me? Double cross? Honestly mate, you don't really know me at all."
"That's exactly what I was thinking." Was Ellyn's dry response. "Now, what's this about a Lord Beckett being in command of my Dutchman?"
That opened up a cacophony of questions, which were met with vague answers, which raised more questions. After a rather long while, the pirate lords knew that their new allies were Captain Hook and Captain Davina "Davey" Jones, and were apparently quite fearsome pirates in their native land. Killian and Ellyn were slowly filled in on the situation pirates across the realm were facing, and sat with curious minds as Barbossa made his ploy for the court to release Calypso, a sea goddess they'd trapped in human form. Ellyn and Killian were silently opposed to that; they'd both dealt with their share of sea deities, and had found that they tended to be an unruly bunch.
After several minutes of politics, a brawl, two gunshots, and a man bringing forth the Pirate Codex (Ellyn looked between Teaque and Jack and uttered a horrified "Oh God, there's two of them), a vote was taken. Elizabeth Swan, by popular vote of two, was elected Pirate King. Swan's name, of course, prompted some mocking ("Another Swan with a thing for pirates. You should go buy her a drink, Ian. She's just your type- blonde."), which Hook responded to with sarcastic, faked laughs and eye rolls.
The minute Jack cast his vote, securing Elizabeth's position as King, shouts and arguments erupted. They were silenced when Teague strummed a guitar string too hard, causing it to snap loudly. Ellyn was amused with how easily he was able to intimidate a group of the most hardened pirates.
"Very well." Said Mistress Cheng, the only female pirate lord besides their new King. "What say you Captain Swann, King of the Brethren Court?"
Elizabeth looked around at the gathered pirates with calculating eyes. "Prepare every vessel that floats. At dawn, we're at war."
Cheers went up, naive men excited for the newness of this situation and for the oncoming battle. Hook remained grimly silent, and Ellyn shot him a glance.
"Ready to do this, little brother?"
"Aye. It'll be simple."
She laughed. "Now, where have I heard that before?"
William Turner said, "My actions were my own and to my own purpose. Jack had nothing to do with it."
Before him stood his fiance, plus Jack and Barbossa. They'd opted for parlay after seeing the extent of Beckett's armada.
"Well spoke. Listen to the tool." Jack said, happy to help along his own defense.
"Will, I've been aboard the Dutchman. I know the burden you bear." Elizabeth said, ignoring the presence of the others. "But I fear that cause is lost."
"No cause is lost, if there is but one fool left to fight for it." Will replied, looking to Jack and leaving no illusion to whom had put that saying into his head.
To Jack, Beckett said, "If Turner was not acting on your behalf, then how did he come to give me this?"
He held up the compass, and Jack's mouth twitched in a inconvenienced sort of way. Beckett tossed it to him, but it never made it; Davina and Hook appeared in between the two groups at that minute, and the latter was able to stretch out his hand and catch it.
"Thanks, mate." Killian said, pocketing it. Ellyn, however, was more focused on the squid-man standing in a bucket of water.
"So this is the other Davy Jones." She said, arms crossed over her chest as she eyed him appraisingly. "I'm not impressed."
"You'll keep your tongue, pup." Davy snapped.
"I'll do nothing of the sort." Davey huffed. She looked at Jack. "Good luck with the fish, mate. We're off."
Elizabeth took a threatening step forward, realizing that the two siblings meant to leave before the battle began.
"We had a deal." she snarled. Ellyn smiled thinly.
"So we did. Sparrow!"
"Aye?"
"We'll be 'round for another few minutes. If you need me, call." Then she and Hook were gone in a swirl of smoke.
It was many minutes later when the pair were needed. They had been sitting upon the upper sail masts, watching Calypso being released and the battle start. The Black Pearl was losing badly to the Dutchman, and Jack called just as the two ships locked masts over a giant whirlpool. Davey ported them both away before they could be crushed by the colliding masts.
They arrived on the Dutchman to chaos, immediatly having to draw swords. Hook's blade crossed with a fish-mans, and a double-edged sword sung as Ellyn cut down the creature's fellow crewman.
"Jones! Get Jones!" Jack shouted. Killian and Ellyn looked up to see Elizabeth locked in combat with Davy Jones.
"Ian, cover me!" Ellyn shouted, leaping for her counterpart and swinging for his head. He turned just in time to block her blade. They clashed once, twice, three times, and though the two were evenly matched, Davy was using his superior reach to back Ellyn to the deck railing.
Will, however, had just pinned his father to said railing, and as Ellyn ducked under a swing to the head, Turner drove his sword through Davy's chest. The squid turned to face him and laughed."
"Did ya forget? I'm a heartless wretch."
Then he drew the sword from his body and used it to stab Will Turner.
"So am I." Ellyn said, severing Davy's left arm from his body with one swing. He screamed and stumbled, allowing Ellyn a view of a very conflicted Jack, who glanced from the heart he now held to his dying friend. "There's a time and a place to not be a pirate, Sparrow!" she shouted, thinking of her own brother.
"Davey!" Killian called, the masts over them creaking ominously and threatening to fall. Then they were both moving towards the railing, Killian drawing the bean from his vest and flinging it into the whirlpool. The very next step had them both jumping onto the deck railing, leaping off as the portal turned the vortex beneath them green.
As they fell, Killian clasped the compass in his hand and thought of Storybrooke.
They landed on the town's docks, face down, knocking all the air from their lungs.
Killian lifted his head from the wood planks and said, "I could use a glass of rum."