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Chapter 2: The Accord

"Where is she!? I want her found now! That little bitch took it! She can't have gone far," Captain Robert Fairfield was not in a good mood. The Organization's precious creation had escaped. And it would be his head on the platter for this.

"Sir! We think we know what might've happened," the comm buzzed.

"What?"

"You had better get down here, sir. It's a mess."

"Mess? What are you talking about? Is she alright? I need her alive so I can punish her!"

"Just get down here, sir."

As Robert rushed to the coordinates given him, he realized where he was headed. Juno had tried to transport herself somewhere else! He was seething with anger by the time he reached the room. But upon arriving, instead of finding his precious toy, he was hit with a picture of disaster. Something had gone terribly wrong. The room was in shambles.

"Sir! One of the Pods, it malfunctioned sir. She could be anywhere. Anytime."

"Whose idea was it to rig these things for time travel? This is a disaster. Juno is a liability! We have made her into the perfect weapon. If she falls into the wrong hands…" there the Captain trailed off. "Fix it. Fix the stupid machine and find out where she was dropped. Let's hope, wherever she is, she doesn't get triggered."

……

Juno followed her Captain, her new Captain. Her head was swimming. She didn't think it was normal to feel the way she was feeling. Especially after killing someone like that. But no matter how she tried, she felt nothing. No remorse, no pain, no joy, no anything. Just satisfaction that she had fulfilled her duty. Is this is really all I am? Just a robot to follow orders?

Ahead of her walked Davy Jones. He was also deep in thought. She had handled the sword with precision and confidence. It took months for a new crewmember to fully adjust himself, to numb himself from the killings. But this girl was numb already. He had watched her face as he handed her the sword. Her dark eyes betrayed no emotion. Davy watched her when she lunged and slashed as well. Her form was perfect. Her arms were so small, yet she had no problem controlling the weapon. What should I do with this girl?

"You had some belongings. They're here, in my cabin," Jones stopped in front of a door. "Ladies first," he said as he opened the door and motioned for her to go inside.

Juno walked into a large room. It was ornately furnished, and lit with many candles. She noticed a large something at the end of the room. She didn't know what it was, but it reminded her of something from before. There was a table, and a few chairs, and off to her left she saw another smaller room with a bed. She noticed bookcases and shelves on the right, filled with volumes of pages. There were ink bottles strewn about the shelves, and quills as well. As her eyes came to the floor, she saw it. It was a large case of some sort.

Jones walked in after Juno, and was about to shut the door. Then thought twice about it. She's still a woman. Better not shut it lest the wench try something. Davy left the door open just a crack, and then turned around. Juno had picked up the case and was now looking at him.

"May I use the table, sir?"

Jones motioned that she could and he made his way to the right of the room. He leaned against a bookcase and lit up his tobacco pipe. "Open it slowly, lass. Don't try anything."

Juno looked at the latches. She couldn't remember how to open it! She closed her eyes. Think! She felt the latches again. Cool metal against her fingertips. Her thumbs pushed small circular buttons to the right. Click. She opened her eyes and looked down to see the latches unhooked. As she lifted the cover, once more from the dark came the voice: "Slowly now, Miss Alex." She looked in that direction to see Jones' silhouette leaning against a bookcase, and the orange glow of the burning tobacco as he inhaled.

Inside the case, the first thing she saw was a whale. A toy. Some kind of plush toy. She picked it up, and smiled. She recognized this. Finally! "I know you! I called you Whale. Because…well…you're a whale…" Juno trailed off, and put the toy aside. Why would I have a toy with me??

He didn't understand. First, she was like a child, not knowing where she was, or who she was. Then, she was as a trained killer, using a sword skilfully and wielding it with power. Now, a child once more. Davy watched her smile as she picked up the toy. It was as if she were two people. On one hand, she was innocent, following orders blindly. On the other hand, give her a weapon and the innocence disappears. There were clothes under the toy, and she put them all on the side as she dug deeper into the case. Suddenly, she stopped. She was thinking. "Something amiss?" Jones asked as he walked towards her.

"There's something else. I can open up another part," Juno's eyes were scanning the case. There! She pulled a small tab of leather, and the 'bottom' of the case lifted, revealing another compartment. Her eyes fell on the contents of the hidden section, and she gasped.

Davy walked around to see what she was so surprised about. Juno had taken a few steps back in shock. As the contents came to view, Davy's eyes narrowed. There was an assortment of weapons in the girl's case: one sword, two small daggers, a large knife of some sort, and two other dagger-like things in the shape of the Greek letter Ψ. There was also some sort of leather clothing as well. Jones turned to face the shocked girl.

"Tho…Those are mine!" she half whispered.

"They seem to be, yes. It seems the more we find out about you, the more questions there are. But I may have a solution for you," Jones smirked. He leaned in toward Juno, who was now backing away from him. Yes. Finally. I see fear in your eyes, lass. "You will serve me, on this ship. You will join my crew, do my bidding. Until of course, you remember who you are."

She was trapped. She knew she couldn't say no. It was as natural for her to serve the Captain as it was for her to breathe. She knew it in her gut. Juno held out her hand to shake on it, but just then, a thought came to her. "And when I do find out who I am. Do I get a choice?"

"Choice?"

"Yes. To choose whether to be who I am, or to stay here, to serve you?"

She was smart. But what harm was there? Davy Jones was undead, immortal, he controlled the waves; he was the sea. "You have an accord, Miss Alex."

And as his tentacled hand drew back, Juno saw a dark spot form on her own. A sign of the agreement made.

Jones took out the sword, the knife and the two daggers shaped as Greek letters. He left the two small daggers in the case. He replaced the clothes she had as well as the toy. "You may keep these with you. But I will keep these for now," he gestured to the items he had taken. "Go, take this with you. I will order the crew to bring you some canvas. You will string it up on the inside of the cell for your privacy. You will use the canvas when you're indecent, and all other times you're to keep it open. Is that understood?"

"Yes, sir." Juno let herself out of the cabin, and felt the cool night air on her. What had she gotten into? She didn't know anything about this ship. She sighed as she walked back to the brig. It's alright, she told herself. You know in your heart that whatever life you had before this, you served a Captain. That was your job, your duty. it was why you were created A voice inside her whispered.