Disclaimer: I don't own nor do I make any profit from the use of the PoTC characters. Only Disney holds those rights. Juno is mine, though, and if anyone tries to take her, I'll set Jones on you.

Author's note: Jones may seem OOC a bit in here, but he's meant to be. He's not quite sure what's really going on, and he really is like a fish out of water when it comes to matters of the heart. He has no idea of what to say or how to act. He's really only comfortable being mean and nasty. But don't worry! Juno will teach him a lesson or two. Lol!

Chapter 13: Making Port

The next day, Jones made full well to avoid Juno at all costs. She had a way of disarming his every defence, and he did not want to get caught again. It was horrible enough having Maccus look at him strangely all the time now. He glanced up at the sun, thankful that it was on its way down. They should be at Kingston before sunset. Looking out over his ship and watching his crew work, Davy Jones thought about the last time he had set foot on land. The destination at that time was Isla Cruces. He had wanted to peer inside the chest again. To look at his own cursed heart and reread a few of the letters that he had written to the woman he had loved so long ago. It was always a bittersweet time, but by the end of the day, the anger he had against Calypso and the damage she had done to him always took over. The following weeks afterward were always marked with shipwreck after shipwreck. Jones would take his anger out on sailing ships, taking only a few men for his crew and slaughtering the rest. It seemed as if this time would be different though.

"Juno! You're late for your duties! I'd whip you but we all know it wouldn't even leave a scar! You're to stitch up the tears in the sails. I've set them aside for you over by the foremast. Stitch'em up good or I'll string you up by your thumbs!" yelled Jimmylegs the bos'un.

Juno looked up quickly to see her Captain watching her run to the front of the ship. She flashed him a quick smile, but he just turned around and disappeared into the mizzenmast. I'll get you yet, Davy Jones, she thought as she arrived at her destination. Her smile was wiped clean off her face and was replaced by a grimace as she saw just how much work Jimmylegs had set out for her. Groaning, she sat down and began to stitch and stitch….

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Davy had reappeared in his cabin. That infernal girl! She knows…she's seen the way you look at her. Frustrated, he sat at his organ and began to play. It was a melancholy, slow tune that serenaded the crew. No one knew, but Jones was expressing his feelings the only way he knew how now. He couldn't tell Juno what he felt; he knew he didn't want to feel this way. But in the end, that didn't matter. It only mattered that he did feel that way. After what seemed like eons, perhaps Davy Jones had learned to love again.

Maccus was at the door again. He put a hand over his eyes, trying to shove that mental image that was forever burned in his mind. Shaking, he assured himself that it couldn't happen this time; the Captain was playing on his organ. Unless she was dancing around naked, he was pretty sure he'd be okay this time. Maccus knocked weakly on the door, knowing that Jones would never hear him anyway. The tune that was coming out of the organ seemed so sad this time, and he was unsure of whether to disturb the Captain. Looking back at the sun and seeing it move lower and lower, Maccus made his choice. He walked into the cabin, and reached out, touching Jones' shoulder lightly. Jones stopped playing the organ.

"We're here, sir."

"We'll leave the ship under, and reappear on the shore. Have everyone know they are to be back on board before sunset tomorrow or I shall release them from their service…and send them straight to the locker."

"Yes sir. But what about Juno?"

"What about her?"

"How will she get to shore, sir?"

Jones was silent for a bit. Then he turned around and stood up. He looked Maccus closely in the eye. "You spoke to no one about what you saw?"

Maccus shook his head. "No, sir. If you please, sir, I wouldn't like to be reminded."

Clearing his throat and looking around, Jones nodded. Maccus took this as dismissal and left the cabin.

…..

"So we really get to go on land then?" Juno was asking Koleniko.

"Yeah, until sunset tomorrow. Sometimes, we go to bars and scare the people there. They never charge us or nothing. We just get stuff for free 'cuz they're so scared o'us," explained Koleniko.

"Wow. Sounds like fun. I can't wait!" Juno clapped her hands together and ran down to her room. She wanted to change into something more comfortable.

Delving into her case, Juno found her short shorts and a short-sleeved solid-coloured red shirt. She was just stepping into her shorts when she heard someone behind her. She turned around. It was Jones.

"Oh! Uh…hi," she stammered as she quickly pulled her shorts up. A small blush crept onto her cheeks as he stood there, watching.

"You're to swim to shore and wait for the crew and I," Jones said. He held out a small pouch to her. "This is for you to use while we're here. Feel free to use it all."

Juno reached out and Jones dropped the pouch in her hands. It made a jingling sound. When she peered inside, she saw a whole bunch of gold coins. "What are these for?" she asked. Juno reached in and pulled one out, examining it more closely.

"You trade them for goods and or services. Don't lose them." Davy turned to walk away, but Juno grabbed his coast sleeve.

"Why do you always run away from me?"

Jones stopped, but didn't turn around. "It's not you I'm running from," he said quietly. When she didn't reply, he glanced back at her. She was looking at him unhappily. Sighing, he moved closer to her and tilted her chin up as he had done so a few times before. "I'm telling the truth, lass. It's not you. If we were in more fortuitous circumstances, I wouldn't be running at all." Without waiting for her to reply, he turned around and left her alone.

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There, you said it…kind of. Jones cursed inwardly as he walked back up to the deck. He knew Juno deserved a better answer than he could give, but at least he tried.

"Alright, listen up! You all know the drill. Be back here on the Dutchman before sunset tomorrow! This day is yours to live as you see fit! One day every decade! Enjoy it, men; you won't be having another for while! Hahahaha!" Jones laughed and saw to it that most of the crew left for land. Greenbeard remained as well as a few others who were more transformed than most. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Juno plunge into the sea.

It was dark as Jones reappeared on shore. Many of the crew had gone to town already, but there was still no sign of Juno. Maccus approached.

"Sir, I can wait here if you'd like," he offered.

"No, it's alright. Go ahead." Jones sat down on a log and watched Maccus leave with the rest of the crew. He knew they'd spend most of the night in some tavern drinking themselves silly, and causing other trouble. No matter. A night like this only came once every ten years for them. Hearing some splashing a little ways down on his left, Jones stood up. Sure enough, a small figure emerged from the water, carrying a small bag. Juno was looking around, but it was clear that she couldn't see him in the dark. Jones only watched as she peeled off her wet clothing, and opened the bag she had taken with her. Her small naked body was perfect in the moonlight, and he smiled smugly to himself. I had that, he thought. For that one night, she was his.

Juno took out some dry clothes from the bag she brought with her. She was still damp from the sea, but it was better than walking around soaking wet. When she was done, she lay out her wet clothes on a rock, and looked around. Her eyes were just beginning to adjust to the dark, and she noticed a dark form off to her left. She recognized it to be her Captain. As she walked over to him, she realized something.

"Were you watching me?" she asked as she got closer.

"Me? Watching you undress?" Jones mocked. "Now why would I do something like that?" Juno crossed her arms in front of her and put her weight on one leg. "Maybe a little," he confessed.

"That's alright I guess. As long as you liked it." Juno smiled and looked at the floor.

Wanting to change the subject, Jones motioned for them to walk. "You're free to roam around the town. Don't get into any trouble. I'll see you later, Miss Alex." Davy stopped and looked at Juno.

"You want me to go alone? Over there?" she pointed to the noisy town. "But…but…I don't know anyone there."

"I'm sure you can take care of yourself, now go," Jones gestured towards the town again. Reluctantly, Juno looked from him to the town, and slowly headed for it.

As soon as she was out of sight, Davy headed back for the sea. He sat on a log again, and took out his pipe. Lighting it, he breathed smoke into the night air, and looked out towards the sea. The one day he was allowed on land, and he wasn't the least bit excited about it. Perhaps he should have gone to Port Royal and raided Beckett's lodgings. But knowing Beckett, he wouldn't be keeping it there. Jones was sure it was still on a ship at sea. He could almost feel it.

…..

Juno walked into town and was immediately stared at by everyone.

"That poor girl has no clothes!"

"Dear God, such indecency!"

These were only a few of the whispers. Feeling self-conscious and embarrassed, Juno ducked into an alley, wanting the comfort of shadow. It was there that she bumped into an old man.

"Sorry, sir! I didn't see you!" she exclaimed

The man took a step back, and furrowed his brow as he looked at her. "My, my, my my…oh dear oh dear oh dear…you poor poor thing!" he muttered. Then he looked at her and smiled. He reached out his hand and introduced himself. "I am Mr. Taylor, the town tailor!" Mr. Taylor proceeded to laugh a hearty laugh at his own joke.

Juno took his hand. "Um, I'm Juno Alex, sir. Nice to meet you?" It came out as more of a question than a statement, as Juno was quite confused.

"Yes yes yes yes yes! Now come with me little one, and I'll get you into some very nice clothes! These will never do, you see? No no no no no!" The man had a habit of repeating the same word over and over again. He was very strange, but Juno didn't feel he was a threat. Therefore, when he led the way, Juno followed him; curious as to what kind of clothes he would give her.

Once inside his small shop, Mr. Taylor quickly took out a measuring tape. "Now stand tall, and spread your arms out to your sides!" he ordered. He took Juno's measurements and then disappeared into the back. She could hear him shuffling around, and finally after a few minutes, he came out again. In his hand was a modest, but pretty dress. It was dark red and white.

"You like it, don't you?" asked Mr. Taylor as he saw Juno's smiling face.

"Yes, very much. Can I trade some of these for it?" she took out her little pouch of gold coins and showed them to him.

"You're a very smart girl," said Mr. Taylor. He looked inside the pouch and was surprised to see a collection of half-crowns, crowns, and guineas. "Well, my dear. You have a very precious lot of gold here. I shall only need two of these." He took two crowns, and gestured to a small room. "You can change in there," he smiled.

Getting the dress on was a bit of a challenge for Juno, as she had never put one on before, either in her previous life, or the one now. After what seemed like forever, and after more than a few questionings from Mr. Taylor about whether or not she was alright, she emerged from the room.

"Um, are these supposed to stick out like this?" she asked, pointing to her breasts.

"Oh you look beautiful, my dear! Yes yes yes yes! You know, the whole town says I'm going senile in my old age, but they all know I make the finest dresses! And so they let me keep shop, and I stay away from the loony bin. And here you are…a fine example of a girl in a fine dress!" Mr. Taylor clapped his hands together, and opened the shop door. "Now off you go, my dear! Thank you so very very very much! Yes yes yes yes!"

Mr. Taylor continued muttering and waving to Juno as she walked back down the street.

…..

Davy Jones finally put out his pipe and began to walk towards the town. He fancied a drink with some of his crew. He knew the looks and the gasps he'd receive upon entering any place, but he also know that no one would dare say anything for fear of a certain invitation.

Sure enough, as he walked down the street, he received fearful stares, and horrified gasps. However, hearing Maccus' voice along with a few others from his crew, Jones decided to enter the local tavern, but as he glanced to the side, he noticed a familiar face. Is that? What in the seven seas?? Had he just seen Juno in a dress? She was looking in the window of a confectionary shop. Intrigued, Jones decided to forgo the local tavern and instead follow Juno.

She was walking slowly down the street, looking in shop windows and stopping to stare sometimes. There weren't very many stores open at this hour, but luckily, a sweet shop was just about to close as she neared it.

"Hallo, miss! Fancy something sweet do ye?" asked the merchant.

"Well, I can honestly say I've never had any of these before," replied Juno.

"Ah, I see, I see! Then I shall help you choose!" The man grabbed a small box and turned to Juno. "How about half a crowns' worth of goodness?" he asked. Juno nodded and he began to put various sweets in the small box. "Some salt water taffy! Imported Turkish delight! And I'll put my pièce de résistance in here, too!" The man opened up a drawer and took out two pieces of chocolate. "These are my most prized sweets. I shall put two in your box for you, milady," he gestured grandly to Juno's delight and closed the box.

"Thank you, sir!" she waved as left the shop. Eager to taste her new sweets, she found a deserted bench and sat down. Jones slipped into a corner and watched her from there. She was so innocent just sitting there, eating her candies. The simplest of things could make her so happy. Despite himself, a smile crept onto Jones face. For the next few minutes, he just watched her, sitting on the bench, looking at passers-by and eating sweets. It wasn't too long, however, when she caught the attention of a few men. Jones watched as they crowded her, and one of them sat down beside her. Juno didn't understand what they wanted from her, and it was only when the man who sat beside her tried to put his arm around her that the ugly, green head of jealousy reared itself, and Davy Jones left his hiding place in the corner.

"I think you'd better leave the lady alone," said Jones in a low voice as he approached the bench.

"Captain!" greeted Juno.

"What the!? She's with you? Oh shit! Let's go, fellas!" shouted one of the men as they dispersed quickly.

The whole exchange passed without Juno noticing anything really wrong. She really didn't understand what was going on. Instead, she held out her little box of sweets. "Would you like to try some, sir? They're very good!"

"Get up! Come with me," ordered Jones.

Wilting a little, Juno agreed. "Are you angry with me?" she asked as they walked back towards the beach.

"No."

Jones seemed troubled by something as they walked together. Juno wasn't quite sure what to say. Have I done something wrong? He must not like the dress… It was only when they had reached the outskirts of the town that Jones spoke again.

"You mustn't let other men," and here he spat out the word, "touch you," he said gruffly. He looked at Juno who seemed confused.

"But he wasn't hurting me…"

"Not yet, but you never know,"

As he trailed off, it dawned on Juno… "You were jealous!" she shouted. There was a big smile on her face as she looked at her Captain. "Captain Davy Jones, you were jealous of those men, weren't you?"

Jones stopped and crossed his arms in front. "I was not!" he countered. "Can't a Captain merely fear for the safety of one of his crew?"

Juno stepped closer to her Captain. "Why do you make this so hard?"

It was hard for Jones to look in Juno's eyes as she asked him this. He sidestepped her and walked a little ways. "You shouldn't get so close like that. People might see."

"And what would they see?" she asked. There was a hint of desperation in her voice now. "A lonely girl standing in front of her lonely Captain." Juno walked in front of Jones again. She would have him hear her out this time.

"You just don't see, do you? You put up all these walls in front of yourself, and for what? To punish yourself for a betrayal that wasn't even your fault? And now, here I am, with my fucking heart on my sleeve for you, and you just keep pushing and pushing away." Here, Juno paused. Tears were making their way down her cheeks, and Jones was silent as he kept his eyes down on the floor. "Well Captain. You just keep pushing. Maybe one day you'll find I won't be there anymore. Maybe then you'll be happy." Juno dropped her little box full of sweets as she ran away. There was no certain direction she headed in…just away from Davy Jones.

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Jones picked up the box Juno had dropped and closed it. He began to walk towards the water. It was his one day that he was allowed on land. One day every ten years. But Davy Jones had no wish to spend it there. Instead, he would go back to his cabin, alone. If anyone had seen, they would have seen his face glistening even before he reached the waves.

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Author's note: There, she said it! Good for you, Juno. Let that stupid Jones know how you feel. Hehe. Hope you all enjoyed this latest instalment of my fic. I feel it may be coming to an end soon. Sniff sniff. Thanks for all the reviews, guys! It makes me feel so good to know that there are ppl out there actually reading this stuff! Lol!. Oh, and Demoness, I have never heard that expression 'donkey's cousin'. It's very funny, though. It does describe Fairfield quite well! And hello new reviewer axellover8! Glad you're enjoying. Jones is my favourite out of the whole PoTC movies. And thank you, Salt06. I wasn't too sure if it was a good filler chapter. Pearl's Beauty thanks again for reviewing!