Disclaimer: PoTC belongs to Disney and so do all the characters I use from that franchise. I don't make any profit from their use here. Juno Alex is however, adamantly mine.

Chapter 11: Juno Chooses

Lord Cutler Beckett was busy dealing with a blubbering gunner when Mercer interrupted.

"What is it, Mercer? Please tell me you have something more important to tell me than this fool here," said Beckett impatiently.

"Actually sir, it just may be." Mercer then turned to the door and two more men followed him in.

Beckett scowled. "And what exactly, pray, tell, do these men have to say that would be of interest to me?"

"Well sir, they're looking for this:" and with that, Mercer held up the chalk and charcoal Photoshopped picture of Juno.

The other man in the room began to shrink back from it. "Th-that's her!! That's the she-Devil with Jones!" he shouted as he pointed at the picture.

Link and Robert just looked at each other. "Wait, you've seen this girl?"

The gunner nodded. Beckett sat back and waited for more to happen.

"Where? Where did you see this girl? You're sure it was her?" interrogated Robert.

"Y-yes sir. I'll never forget that face in my life. That face with golden eyes," at this, an uneasy glance passed between Robert and Link. "She's a Devil, I swear!"

"Alright, alright. We've established that already. But you still haven't answered my question: Where is she?"

The gunner was absolutely terrified, and he shrank into himself as he whispered, "With Davy Jones himself, sir. Working with him."

"NO, no, no!" yelled Beckett. "That's what we haven't established yet, you fool. Was she working with Jones, or for Jones? That is the question I want answered! Because if she's working for Jones, then perhaps she is acting against her own will. However, if she is indeed working with Jones," here he paused, "Then we have a much bigger problem, I fear."

"Who's Davy Jones?" interrupted Link.

"Well, I suppose your out-of-date outfits now make sense. You must have been under a rock your entire lives to not know who Davy Jones is. But that doesn't matter right now. It seems gentlemen, that I have in my possession a way of finding your little pet. You seem to want her back, and by taking her with you, I profit by gaining full control of Jones." Beckett sat down at his desk and motioned to the chairs in front. "I think a business deal is in order."

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(backtrack to the earlier battle…this time, from the Dutchman's pov.)

"Something's happening on the other ship! The guns aren't firing as much anymore!" yelled Hadras over to Maccus.

"Thank the Sea. I don't think the Dutchman can take much more."

"We could always just go down?...Argh!" Hadras took a hit with a sword to the shoulder.

"Get off him!" shouted Maccus as he kicked the man down and finished him off with his axe. "Down? I don't think so. Captain's not in the mood for retreat."

Just then, Jimmylegs bounded up towards Maccus and Hadras, cutting down people on his way. "I think the girl's over there! Look!"

Confused, Maccus looked over to the British frigate. And sure enough, he could see a small figure clad in black leaving a trail of dead bodies behind her. "Juno's on the other ship! She'll bring it down! FIGHT ON!" roared Maccus with his fist up in the air, holding his axe. And as if on cue, an antiphonal roar resounded throughout Davy Jones' crew.

For a split second, Jones was confused. Juno had refused to help just a little while ago. Yet with his own eyes, he could see across the waters, Juno was indeed fighting against the British. What is she doing? He thought, as he stabbed a man through with his sword. He had expected her to lash out at him, to denounce her feelings and vow to never love again, as he had done so himself, in what felt like eons ago. Love? She doesn't love me…does she?

"You're gonna have to do better than that!" bellowed Jones at a man who had just pierced him through from behind. He pulled at the blade, and the man followed with it, slamming into Davy's back with full force. Laughing and snorting, Jones turned around quickly and used the momentum to smash the man against the wall of his ship. Unfortunately for the man, his sword followed suit, stabbing him. Puzzled by Juno's actions, Jones continued fighting on as if in a trance. Every action was almost instinctual, as his mind was occupied by thoughts of the small girl on the other ship. It was only when he heard the explosion that would sink the British frigate that he snapped out of it. Quickly impaling the last man in his way, Jones scanned the sinking frigate. There was no sign of Juno. He ran towards the edge of his ship, madly searching the waters for any sign of her. There! He spotted a dark figure in the waves. If Davy Jones still had a heart, it would have begun to beat faster.

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Back at Port Royal, Link was having trouble believing what had just transpired. "Are you really going to give this guy what he wants??" questioned Link.

"Of course not, Link! Can you imagine me giving this lunatic advanced weaponry from our time?? I can't even believe he believed us!"

"Yeah, but you heard him. He says some guy who cut out his heart for some girl and now looks like an octopus has got Juno. I mean, if he believes in that…" Link trailed off.

"The important thing is, this guy believes we're desperate enough to do what we say we're going to do." Robert turned and began to walk towards the docks. "See, Link? I told you we wouldn't need any technology. Octopus-men…geez, it's probably just a small deformity…"

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With repairs well under-way on the Dutchman, Jones was free to settle back in his cabin. He still hadn't glimpsed Juno since she had sunk the frigate, and that was hours ago. He decided to take a walk around the ship. Who knows? He might run into her or something.

Juno however, was exhausted. She was already tired before the battle, what with having had sex three times the night before, and then crying all morning. After climbing back onto the ship, she had promptly sought out her room to get some much needed sleep. She tore off her leather suit, and without putting on any other clothes, collapsed into her hammock, barely taking the time to cover herself up. And that was how the Captain found her.

Nearing Juno's room, Jones noticed there was a lump in the hammock, and the leather suit Juno wore while fighting was on the floor, along with her bloody daggers. What the bloody hell? If her clothes are on the floor, then… Jones' suspicions were confirmed as he spotted Juno sleeping. He fought the urge to move closer, to watch her. Telling himself he'd only be a moment, he stepped up to the bars of her room, glad she hadn't pulled the canvas shut. She was breathing deeply, and her head was propped up on her right arm. Davy noticed the blanket had slipped down a little, revealing a part of her small, round breast. He closed his eyes, remembering well what she tasted like. Her dark olive skin was flawless, and she was so beautiful to him that he had to turn away. How could I have let myself fall into this again? Quietly, he opened the bars to Juno's room, and pulled the canvas shut. He took one last glance at her before closing the door behind him and walking away.

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Hours later, on the darkened sea, a lone ship was sailing under flag of truce. She was looking for the Dutchman. Link had just thrown up over the side for the sixth time since he and Robert had boarded.

"Sail, ho!" shouted the man in the crow's nest.

"Who is it?" shouted back the Lieutenant of the watch.

"No colours, sir!"

The Lieutenant turned to face Robert. "That's probably the ship you're looking for. I only hope her Captain hasn't forgotten what the flag of truce looks like…"

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Greenbeard was at the helm when the British ship was spotted. He growled insensibly at Jimmylegs, who seemed to understand. Jimmylegs bounded down to the Captain's quarters and knocked. "Sir? Greenbeard says he's spotted a ship off our port side! But it's flying with flag of truce! D'ye want us to clear for action anyway?"

The door to the cabin blasted open, and an apprehensive Davy Jones appeared behind it. He thought for a second. "No. If you see her running out cannons, you know what to do." Jones stepped out onto his deck, and using his scope, tried to see the ship his men were talking about. "It appears they're sending over a longboat." He smiled wickedly. "Well then bos'un, perhaps we should prepare a welcoming committee?"

Jones and his crew waited for the longboat to approach. He was curious as to what these people would want from him. He was also curious to see whether or not they had his heart.

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"I don't like the looks of this, Robert," said a queasy Link. He wasn't too sure of boarding the age-old looking ship. It looked as if it had been underwater for the past 100 years.

"Listen to me, Link. Juno could be on this boat. Right here, right now. I'm not leaving until she's back in my control." Robert wagged a finger in front of Link's face before turning around to climb the ladder.

Robert Fairfield liked to think of himself as a strong man. A man without fear. However, fear is what gripped him as he took hold of a cold hand, and came face to face with a monster.

"Holy shi-" Link started as he also arrived on the deck of the Dutchman. But Robert planted an elbow in his side before he could finish.

"We're looking for someone, and we heard she might be on this ship." Fairfield put on his best 'fearless' voice. But he couldn't stop looking at the grotesque faces all around him. The men surrounding him and Link were some kind of immoral mix between man and sea creature. Just then however, the crowd parted, and the Octopus-man Fairfield had never imagined stepped forward.

"And where might you have heard this information?" commanded Jones.

"Slight deformity, huh? Maybe this was a mistake…" whispered Link. He was about to heave the non-existent contents of his stomach, but Jones pushed him to the side and forced him to upchuck it overboard.

"You would do well to show respect to the Flying Dutchman!" he chided as he threw Link to the floor.

"Captain Jones, am I right?" Robert stepped forward. Jones twitched his head in that direction and characteristically raised an eyebrow. "We're looking for this girl," and here Robert held up the picture. He noted that some of the crew began to murmur.

"Quiet, the lot of you!" glared Jones. "And why might you be looking for her?"

"She belongs to my friend and I here."

Jones snorted at this. "Well if she belongs to you, then why would she be on my ship?"

"She works for us. But she escaped-"

"Escaped? Well then I'm sure you've heard of 'finders, keepers'?" smirked Davy.

"She's here, then?"

"Whether she's here or she's not is of no concern to you!" Jones snapped back.

Unbeknownst to the crew and the arguing Captains, Juno had awoken only a few moments before Fairfield and Link had boarded. She had been watching silently from the shadows. "Who are you?" she asked in a small voice, as she stepped out cautiously.

"Juno! Thank god! We've been looking for you!" smiled Robert. He began to step towards her, but she took a step closer to Jones.

Shaking her head, she said, "But I don't know who you are."

"She's lost her memory, I think," observed Link.

"I can see that!" whispered Robert irritably. "Juno, you probably don't remember us, but we're your friends. See?" he held out the picture. "We're looking for you. Gonna take you back home now."

"No….this is my home. Why do you want to take me away?"

"Juno, I am Captain Robert Fairfield. You worked for me, and you still do. You have to come back with us."

"You're not my Captain. I already have one. Please, I don't know who you are." Juno had now taken a few more steps closer to Jones and her small hand was holding on to the cuff of his coat.

"The girl has spoken, Captain Robert Fairfield." Davy spat out the word Captain like it was poison. "She doesn't want to go with you. She wants to stay. With me. She belongs to me, now."

"Now you listen up, you freak!" Robert took two steps forward, closing the gap between him and Jones. But Juno was in between them in a flash.

"I said I don't want to go with you. You should leave now." Her voice had an unfriendly tone to it now.

From the side, Link pleaded, "Robert, let's go. This isn't working. She doesn't remember us."

Defeated and alone against the crew, Robert stepped back. "Fine. But I'll be back to get her, you remember that."

"Ha! Fine with me, small man!" Jones stepped forward, enunciating each of his words with yet another step, pushing Robert closer and closer to the edge of the ship, "But next time, your flag of truce won't save you from me! You remember that!" Jones spat as he sent Fairfield careening over the edge into the water. He turned to Link, who was already scrambling to dive after his friend.

Robert and Link could hear everyone laughing at them from above. "That bastard, I'll make him pay next time!"

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As the crew dispersed back to their nightly rounds, Juno gingerly stepped to the railings. She was so confused now. Did she really work for those two men? Was Robert her original Captain? If so, what should she do? She didn't know them! All she knew was on this ship, with Jones.

Davy Jones watched as the night breeze blew Juno's hair back from her face. She had changed into dark pants and a top that showed too much skin again. Jones wanted to walk away. He wanted to leave her there and go down to his cabin and forget about her. But she looked over her shoulder at him; and something in those dark eyes of hers persuaded him to stay. Slowly, he walked towards her.

Jones stopped beside her, and stared out at the sea. "So…you'd rather stay here then?" he asked quietly. It was the first thing he had said to her since that one night.

"This is all I know now."

"But you knew other things before. Maybe you were happy with him." Jones winced as the words came out. It wasn't what he had wanted to say.

Juno only shook her head. "The things that made me happy before I forgot them…I recognized them right away. That toy Whale, the piano. But not that man."

Davy wanted to say something, but he didn't know what. He had been so cruel and now with Juno's decision to stay on the ship…he was beginning to feel…regret.

A long silence passed between the two, the only sounds the lapping of the waves against the ship. Jones glanced down at Juno. She looked so sad.

"I know you don't really want me. I know you don't really care about me. But…it's alright, I guess." Juno turned to look at Jones. Her eyes were shining with tears. He was trying to avoid her gaze. "That's so sad, isn't it?" she half laughed, and wiped a stray tear that fell down her cheek. "It's sad that I don't care whether or not I get hurt. But…I think…maybe one day…you'll care about me too." Taking a deep breath, and wiping her face once more, Juno said, "So…I'll stay till then, okay?" and without waiting for an answer, she left.

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Davy Jones, Devil of the sea was standing on the deck of his precious ship, the Flying Dutchman. The sea was calm and still, the water like glass. The moon was full and bright, illuminating everything. Maybe one day, you'll care about me too she had said. I'll stay till then she had said. Then she had left. This time, no matter how much Jones tried, he couldn't push away the feeling within his hollow self. I do care about you, he had wanted to say.

I'll stay till then, okay?

Then stay with me forever…

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Author's note: sigh…poor Davy! His stupid heart still manages to hurt him after he's cut it out. This is probably, seriously the last chapter before next week. I'm away for the whole weekend, so have a good read, and don't forget to review. I'm kinda nervous with this chapter, because I'm not sure if I wrote Davy OOC at the end….so please tell me! I hope he's not OOC. I noticed in the movies that he always got so sad whenever 'love' was mentioned, and even when he was reminded how he had to kill the Kraken, he looked so forlorn! Like he needed a hug or something. Oh, and need I mention the tear we saw? I think Jones held a grudge against love. It failed him once, and cost him his soul. Then to see others around him experience it…that's like a slap in the face! But now…Juno is right in front of him, wearing her heart on her sleeve, so to speak…I think that in his mind, he's thinking that maybe this time….it's real. Anyway, that's my reasoning behind his actions this chapter. Talk to ya'll later!