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Chapter 8: Mission

Juno steadied herself on a rail before climbing the rest of the stairway. Her heart was already thumping like mad, and she wasn't even in the Captain's view yet! As she came on deck, she spotted him immediately. He was at the helm, with Maccus. They seemed to be deep in discussion about something. As she neared, Jones took notice of her.

"Ah, so if it isn't Miss Alex, the almost stowaway! Time to pull your weight on this ship now, lassie. I've got a…mission of some sort for you," Jones' eyebrow raised and his head cocked to one side as he said this.

"Y-yes sir. I'm ready," Juno steadied her breathing and nodded at the Captain.

"I'm tired of wasting time! The time has come for everyone to really learn how merciless the Devil of the sea can be! We sail towards Port Royal. Any ship encountered will be boarded by you, Miss Alex," here he paused. "You alone will incapacitate the crew, you alone will search for the chest on board. Anyone in your way will be cut down. When you are finished, you will signal to the Dutchman, and we will surface." Jones paced around Juno. "We will see what this weapon is capable of."

Maccus was a little perturbed by this. "But sir, she is only one person. Do you think she can really pull this-"

"I can do it," said a resolute Juno. "I will follow my Captain's orders." Juno looked into her Captain's eyes. "I will do what you want me to do."

Jones snarled and spoke menacingly, "You had better, Miss Alex. You had better." And with that, he disappeared into the nearest wall of his ship.

"Juno, I-" Maccus started.

"Don't worry, Shark man. I'll be alright. Just call me when you need me."

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Koleniko rushed down to Juno's quarters. He arrived to find her canvas shut, and the bars closed. "Uh...Juno? I heard the Cap'n be sending you out? Alone?"

Surprised to hear him there, Juno pulled back the canvas. Koleniko was standing in front of her, looking worried. "Yes. Apparently he wants to save on resources."

"Uh, I dunno what that means, but uh…good luck. I don't want to you get hurt or anything." Koleniko was looking at the floor.

Juno characteristically bit her bottom lip. Uh-oh…does he like me or something? "Don't worry, Koleniko. I'm pretty sure I can handle this." She smiled at the trembling creature in front of her.

"A-Alright…" he trailed off. He looked at her once, but quickly shuffled away.

Once he had left, Juno shut the canvas again. She had her case open to the hidden compartment. She was staring at the leather suit inside. (a/n: think Selene from Underworld. That suit should get a reaction out of ol' Davy. If that doesn't, I don't know what will!) She knew it was what she would wear during the attack. Running her fingers lightly over the suit, she closed her eyes. Suddenly, her memory had a flash of something:

She was fighting in a room. There was a man in front of her trying to kill her. But she was calm. She was calm as her foot connected with the man's face, and she was calm when the sword she was carrying slashed him in two. She liked doing that. Her favourite was slashing a man horizontally, but spinning back around before she was finished. Then the sword would cut through the other way. It always left the bodies shaped funny. She liked oddities like that.

When Juno opened her eyes again, they were a golden colour again. Smiling, she took off her clothes and changed into the leather suit. As she zipped up here and there, and smoothed out the leather over her skin, she began to realize that this is what her previous life had been. She was a killer. She was still a killer. The only difference now was that somewhere, somewhere inside her, emotions ran deep as well. Juno was only a robot before. And she smiled again as she realized she was so much more now.

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Davy Jones was looking through his telescope at a ship. It was flying British colours. He smiled to himself. This ship would be the first to fall. He had just given orders that Juno be summoned to him. Jones straightened up and locked his telescope back in place when heard small footsteps behind him. He was hoping to see the golden eyed girl in front of him, but nothing could have prepared him for the sight that greeted him.

Juno was dressed in skin-tight black leather. Her daggers were attached to her suit. Her hair was blowing in the wind, and those eyes! Those golden eyes. They were hungry for the kill.

"My other weapons sir. The ones you confiscated from my case the first night I was here. I need them now." Hearing her speak gave Jones a small shiver. Her voice was so cold. Is this really the same girl who kissed me?

Davy already had her weapons ready for her. Silently, he held them out. Juno attached each one to herself, each in its own place. When she was done, she looked in the direction of the British ship. It still hadn't spotted them. "I'm ready, sir."

For a split second, Jones wanted to touch her. To say something to her. But he didn't. Instead, he turned to the crew and yelled, "DOWN!"

Juno waited for the water to close in around her. Then, she would swim upwards, against the suction of the ship as it would try and pull her down. She thought that for a moment she had seen a sort of sadness in the Captain's eyes. She wasn't sure. But this was not the time for distractions. Juno jumped as the water engulfed the Dutchman, and swam up to the surface.

The crew was busy with their duties as the Dutchman submerged. Her captain was busy staring up at the girl who was now swimming upwards towards the surface.

Maccus cleared his throat behind Jones. "Sir? If I may have a word?"

"What now, Maccus?"

"If I might speak freely, sir?"

"Oh for crying out loud, say what you have to say!" cried Jones.

"I…well, I spoke to Juno earlier about what happened at the lagoon. I thought perhaps she was…unkind…I thought-"

"Make your point, Maccus!"

"My point sir, is that…well. You pushed that," he gestured above them, "away?" Maccus shook his head as he turned and walked down to the quarter deck.

Jones rolled his eyes. If it was any other crew member, he would have handed out some free lashes. But Maccus was different. As his first mate, Maccus was diligent his duties, and his loyalty to his Captain had always been unswerving. He was the closest thing Jones had to a friend on his ship. He's right. No woman in the world would ever offer herself to me now…and of course the one that does I have to push away. But I can't go through that again. Clenching his one good first, Jones shoved the thoughts away and walked to his cabin. He made sure the crew knew to call him should there be any signal from above.

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Juno easily climbed on board the sleeping ship. Darkness always ensured an easier time. It always meant that most of the people were sleeping. Juno crouched in a corner of the ship, listening for a tell-tale thump that would alert her to the chests' presence onboard. However, all she could hear was snoring, breathing, and a few crewmembers talking to each other. Oh well… Quickly and silently, Juno dispatched the sleeping crewmembers. It was tedious work, but the Captain had ordered it. She left only one alive. Perhaps Jones needed a crewmember tonight. At the stern of the ship, Juno decided to take a little break, and she sat on the deck, with her legs hanging off the ship. She knew that in a few moments time, someone would notice the bodies below.

"Lieutenant! Wake the Cap'n! Everyone's dead below! Everyone!!"

"What!? Are you sure!?!? God help us all, I'll wake the Captain!"

In a few seconds, chaos erupted around the ship. What was left of the crew was not a lot, and they were afraid. Juno could smell it on the night breeze. She would wait until they were gathered on the quarterdeck. Then she would have a few questions for them. But before then, she had to get inside the Captain's cabin. That's where the orders were. That's where she would find what the crew would not tell her. Dressed in black, it was easy for her to slip into shadows and corners unnoticed. Once inside the cabin, she relaxed a little. She knew the others outside would be busy trying to figure out why and how 98 percent of their crew was dead under their noses. Juno looked over papers that were scattered here and there, but she could see nothing that would help her Captain. Then, out of the corner of her eye, she spotted a black box. Her eyes narrowed as she looked it over. She would need a key to open it. She grunted a small noise, and took out her dagger. This should suffice. She thought. And sure enough, the box popped open. One of the corners of Juno's mouth turned up slightly as she read the calligraphic writing: Orders for the Captain of H.M.S. Hotspur. She stuffed the papers into the front of her suit, and started outside. Just then however, she noticed something else in another room.

The door was ajar to the Lieutenants ward room, and there was something in there that caught Juno's eye. She walked up to the structure and ran her fingers lightly over the black and white keys of a piano. It seemed familiar to her somehow. I can play this…I think… Juno was about to sit down on the bench, but she heard rapid footsteps make their way into the cabin behind her. Quickly, she sat up, and ran to the doorway. She leaned against the wall, and waited.

"What the? Someone's been in here!"

Juno could hear whoever it was unsheathe a sword. She took out her sais (a/n: think Raphael's weapons from TMNT, or Elektra's weapons) and readied herself. As soon as the man stepped one foot in the room, Juno stabbed the sai in her left into his chest. With her right hand, she stabbed the other sai into his temple. The body slumped over, and she replaced her weapons. She stepped over the body, and made her way out.

On the deck, the remaining crew was assembled. Juno's golden eyes scanned over them. She could see the Captain, distinguished from the rest by his hat and clothing. There were three Lieutenants left and a handful of deck hands. "Well, well well! You are the last, are you?" she yelled over them.

Surprised, the crew looked up to see a smallish girl, dressed in skin tight black standing over them. The few who had pistols pointed them at her.

"And who you might you be? Are you responsible for the devastation on my ship?" yelled the angry Captain.

"That's right. But I feel like being nice tonight. So, why don't you all just settle down, and let me ask you a few questions."

"You just killed my entire crew! What makes you think we're going to listen to you now?" the Captain looked sideways at his Lieutenants, "If she moves, fire."

"Exactly! I just killed your entire crew. One girl, me, single-handedly took over," Juno said smugly. She jumped down, and the Lieutenants flinched; but they didn't fire. Juno closed in on the Captain. "That's why you're going to listen to me now."

The Captain took advantage of Juno's closeness, and unsheathed a hidden knife, quickly plunging it into her stomach. He expected shock, and surprise to reign over her face. But instead, the girl just smiled. "What the Devil?"

"You're petty weapons can do no damage to me," explained Juno as she straightened up, knife still in her. She took it out swiftly and wiped the blood on her leg. "Now are you going to put those guns down, or will I have to make you?"

The scared crew put down their weapons and shrank back from the strange girl. "Wh-what do you want then?" asked the Captain.

"The chest. Where is it?" Juno asked slowly. She wanted to make sure everyone understood.

"Chest? What chest? You're mad, girl!" shouted one of the deck hands.

"And you're a dead man!" Juno stepped up to the shaking man and with her left hand, lifted him up off the floor by his neck. She took out a knife and sliced his stomach open, his entrails spilling out onto the floor.

Juno stepped back from the corpse and twitched her head in the direction of the Captain. "The chest that contains the heart of Davy Jones. Where. Is. It?"

"That chest? You'll never get your hands on it. You'll never control Davy Jones!"

"Then you are of no use to me." Juno pulled the sword from her back where it was sheathed. She was in a position to slice his head clean off.

"Wait!" shouted a Lieutenant. "I'll tell you what you want to know!"

Juno stopped and turned around. The Captain was yelling something, but she didn't need to hear it. She walked up to the desperate Lieutenant and shoved a knife into his shoulder. He screamed but she just pushed in further. "Now that I've got your full attention," Juno smirked, "speak."

"Th-the chest is in control of Lord Cu-Cutler Beckett. He was mo-moving it from ship to ship, so it wasn't in a fixed l-location. Bu-but I think it's on it's way back to Port Royal n-now," he stammered.

"Good. But as I was saying before, the good Captain of your ship is of no use to me." Juno walked back to the Captain who had now stood up to face her. But he was not prepared for Juno's speed. It was too late for him as she stuck a dagger vertically up through his chin, and then pulled it out horizontally, causing the blade to cut through his face. She then turned to face the crew again. "I want 8 kegs of powder put in some rigging. One of you will make a fuse. Light it, then throw it overboard."

"Why should we anything you say? You'll just kill us anyway!" the Lieutenant who had given up the information spat out.

"Whoever does what I ask I will leave alone. I promise."

With that, the deck hands looked at each other. Then they got to work.

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Back onboard the Duchman, Jones was getting impatient. It had been well over an hour and half since Juno swam to the ship. He exited his cabin and began to pace up and down his deck. He saw Maccus coming towards him.

"Sir? I meant to ask you this before, but what exactly is the signal we're looking for from Juno?"

Jones thought for a moment, his forehead wrinkling. "I don't rightly know, Maccus. I forgot to-" but Captain was cut off by a large explosion in the waters above. "But that must be it! SURFACE!" he yelled to the crew.

…..

"Why are you doing this?" asked a Lieutenant. Juno was looking out over the railings at the black sea.

"Captain's orders," she said simply.

"Captain? You're from a ship? What Captain?" asked the confused man.

However, he received his answer when the Dutchman surfaced beside his ship. His eyes widened and realization dawned on him. "You're working with him?? You stupid wench! You're working with the Devil!"

"Actually, she works for me," smiled Davy Jones. He had just come out of some dark corner, and some of the crew made it over as well. Jones stepped forward, and grimaced at the unsightly mess left by the crewmember that was gutted. He looked over at Juno, who just shrugged.

…..

Juno slipped back into the ward room where the piano was as Jones was doing his thing up on deck. She wanted to touch it again. She sat down on the bench and gingerly put her hands on the keys. Closing her eyes, Juno tried to remember something, anything that might come back to her. Her fingers began to move on their own, and she started humming a low tune as she played.

Up on deck, as the last man agreed to serve, Jones cocked his head to one side. He could hear something. Music? He barked out some orders to the crew to get back on the ship with the new members, and headed towards the direction of the sounds. He walked silently into the Lieutenants ward room to find Juno sitting at a piano. She was playing some chords and humming a low, sultry tune. He clicked his claw, and she stopped, turning in his direction. "I didn't know you could play."

Juno swallowed. "Neither did I." Please don't come near me, please don't come near me, she repeated in her head. But it didn't seem to work as Jones stepped closer.

Jones stared hard at Juno. She was pretty in her normal clothes, but in her skin tight outfit, she was so much more. He pushed the piano bench aside as he neared her, and spoke low and soft. "It seems you've accomplished your mission, Miss Alex."

"You have to stop, sir. You shouldn't get so close to me," whispered Juno.

"And why not?" he asked, tipping her face upwards. She had that look in her eyes again. And this time, he knew what it was: Desire. He knew she wanted him, and he was going to take advantage of that. He brushed a stray lock of hair from her face with his tentacles and he could see her shiver. Jones smiled Devilishly. "I can do whatever I want," Jones said huskily.

Juno licked her lips. "But I am not something you want." Her face betrayed a hurt emotion for moment before she shoved him away and walked back up to the deck. How dare he taunt me?! She thought as she dove into the ocean. Juno swam back to the Dutchman, leaving Jones on the ship.

Back in the piano room, Jones smiled to himself. He was pleased that he had hurt her just a little. He couldn't ignore the fact that he relished dominating her. He wanted to make her beg for him. Sighing, Jones melted into the walls and back on his own ship ordered some of the crew to take the piano off the other ship. He wanted it in his cabin.

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a/n: Okay, that was long. Sorry! I had a lot of fun writing out this chapter. At the start, I didn't think I'd make Juno actually 'want' Jones. I thought I'd have it the other way around and have her be clueless. But she's taken on a life of her own, and I think it's better this way. Also, I thought it would bring out some of Davy's 'sexiness'. P He's had his heart broken by a woman before, so this time around, when he sees that a woman likes him, he's not gonna make it easy. He's gonna have some fun with her heart. Kind of turn the tables around or something. Anyway, I don't like to beg for reviews, but it sure does make me smile really really big when I get them! Thanks, guys!