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Chapter 15: Lest they Forget

Juno was standing at the railing, looking out over the black ocean, still reeling from the words that had come out of Link's mouth. Jones was still below, talking. A single tear found its way down her face, and she quickly wiped it away. Juno was confused and hurt. She looked down at her hands. Manufactured…that's what he said I was. Not real…I'm not real… Juno was roused out of her thoughts as she heard the distinctive clunk of Jones' steps. Silently, he stood beside her.

"That's it then, isn't it? It was all for nothing," Juno spoke into the night.

"I don't know what you're talking about," said Jones.

"I'm talking about us!" Juno turned to face Jones and she grabbed at the front of his coat. "All of this! Everything I feel for you, everything I've made you feel for me…it doesn't matter because in ten years I leave anyway!" Juno couldn't hold back her grief anymore. She shook as she sobbed into Jones' shirt.

Jones looked down to see Juno crying. Angry, he pulled her away from him. Shaking her, he yelled, "No! I didn't come all this way just to lose you. I won't lose you now, and I won't lose you in ten years. Do you hear me?" Juno shook her head. Softening slightly, Jones swept a lock of hair from her face. "Listen to me, Juno. We will find a way. I will find a way. I swear; I won't lose you. It won't happen," Jones held her face in his hand, wiping away her tears. "Do you understand me?"

"Y-yes," nodded Juno.

"Good. Now, right now, we need to come up with a plan that will bring down both our problems. I need you. Can you do this for me?" Jones looked Juno in her eyes.

"I…I think so."

Tilting Juno's face upwards, he brushed against her lips. "I'll ask you again," he said softly. Her mouth was open, wanting more. "Will you do this for me?"

"Yes, yes, I will do this for you," Juno replied as she pressed herself into her Captain once more. Juno was desperate, and she clung onto Jones as they kissed on the darkened deck.

"I won't lose you," promised Jones as he pulled away.

"Then I pity the man that crosses your path." Juno walked behind Jones as they descended once more. This time, there would be no idle talk. This time, Davy Jones, cold and calculating Devil of the Sea would talk of war.

…..

"Damn, it! He's not at the tavern, either!" Fairfield burst into Beckett's office angry. He hadn't seen Link in a few days time, and he was angry that his 'friend' had seemingly left him.

"It doesn't matter," said Beckett dryly as he looked up from a table. He was standing above a map that had figures on it. "Link would have been a liability. There was…softness in him."

"Whatever. How many ships did you say there would be?" asked Robert as he looked down at Beckett's strategy. It reminded him of a game of Risk.

"To take down the Dutchman, 25 should do. Even if Jones calls his pet Kraken, I doubt even the Dutchman can defend itself against that many ships." Beckett stood back and admired his strategy.

"You want to do this out in the open sea, right? How can you be so sure he won't know which ship the chest is on?" Robert was pacing around. He needed this to succeed.

"Because he won't," came the simple reply from Beckett.

"When do we sail?"

"We wait for a sighting of the Dutchman. Then we sail." Beckett smiled wickedly.

…..

"An armada? How many ships is that?" asked Juno.

"They'll send more than twenty, I know that," replied Jones.

"I swear, I overheard twenty-five…" Link was pacing around the room.

"Twenty-five or twenty-five thousand, it doesn't matter. I will crush them all." Jones crossed his arms in front of his chest. He wasn't quite sure yet of how exactly he would defeat twenty-five ships, but he knew there had to be a way.

"Wait!" Juno stood up. Her eyes were wild and golden. "I think I know how to do it."

"How?" Jones narrowed his eyes at her.

"Because they will forget something…."

"Forget what?" Link asked. He had stopped pacing the floor and was now leaning over the table, with his hands spread out in front of him.

"They'll forget what we've also been forgetting…" A terrible grin spread across her face.

Davy Jones stood up, looking closely at Juno. He had seen her in the throes of pleasure, and he had seen her bloodlust. But the look in her eyes was different this time. There was a distant, detached look in her eyes now, as if she wasn't all there. "Juno…?" he said her name slowly; afraid to wake the demon he knew was lurking just beneath her surface.

When Juno turned to look at her Captain, her voice spoke out low and her words hung heavy in the air. "There will no victory for Robert Fairfield. There will be no happiness in the future for Cutler Beckett. There will only be…death."

…..

It was the middle of the night, and most of the crew on the Flying Dutchman were asleep. This, however, did not stop the Captain of the Flying Dutchman to come stomping onto the deck. He grabbed the night-watchman by the scruff of his neck and ordered him to call all hands.

"All hands, sir? But it's the middle of the night!" he complained. Unfortunately, Davy Jones was not in the mood. Deftly, he pulled his sword out and stabbed it into the man, sending him overboard.

"Not in the mood," he muttered. "ALL HANDS ON DECK!" he shouted himself.

Almost at once, he could hear the crew resonate with shouts of 'all hands'. Within a few moments, every crewmember stood in front of Jones.

"You all know that the chest has been taken," Jones addressed his crew. "The time has come to take it back! The time has come for the whole world to know the wrath of Davy Jones and his cursed crew on the Flying Dutchman!" The crew roared as Jones threw his fist into the air. "We shall not let them sleep lest it be asleep in death! We shall let them reap what they have sown! We will darken their days and they will curse their nights." Jones stepped forward, and scanned his crew. "I know where loyalty lies. I see your loyal hearts! I watch your unremitting labours!" he paused here, to let the extent of his words settle deep within his crew. "Will you fight for me? Will you fight with me? Will you fight?" The crescendo of Jones' voice echoed throughout the deepest parts of the ship, and the deafening roar that followed resounded as if it were a thousand men.

…..

Juno had been waiting in Jones' cabin. She knew her plan would work. This didn't stop her from worrying, though. She just couldn't get those words out of her head: …never meant to be a real person… But what did 'real' mean, anyway? Juno felt real. She looked down at her hands again. …your body will shut down… Juno wanted to slap herself. But she couldn't help it, tears began to well up in her eyes again, and it wasn't long before a few rolled down her cheek. Rolling over on her side, Juno curled up into fetal position on Jones' bed and silently cried to herself.

"Don't cry, Juno," said Jones softly as he sat down beside her. She rolled over and propped herself up on the pillow, wiping her face. "Do you not believe me?" he asked.

"It's not that…he said I wasn't real…"

Jones touched her face. "This is real." He ran his thumb lightly over her bottom lip. "This is real, too." Jones tilted his head to one side, leaning in close to Juno, and as he kissed her he whispered, "And this…this is real."

Juno let herself melt into Jones' embrace. She shivered as Jones ran his hand lightly down her chest. He flicked out his tongue and was playing with Juno's bottom lip as he lifted Juno's shirt over her head. There was a slight whimper from her when he touched her breast, his thumb massaging her nipple. Using his claw, he pinched the fabric of her pants and slid it down her legs. He could smell the desire rising from her skin.

Juno whined faintly when Jones pulled away for a moment.

"Shh…I just want to look at you," he said hoarsely.

Her body was perfect to Jones. Every curve, every dimple…just perfect. Jones smiled to himself as Juno squirmed on the bed, craving for him. He bent his head low, and ever so lightly, ran his tongue across Juno's breast. Her breathing quickened and she began to make small, whimpering sounds as he moved to the other breast, doing the same.

"You need to quiet down, miss…" murmured Jones as he moved to kiss her lips. Juno grabbed at Jones, trying to pull off his clothes. Jones stopped her though, and made a soft clicking noise, "Impatient tonight, are we?"

"Please…" she begged.

Jones only smiled as he gently kissed her neck, his hand moving down between her legs.

Juno gasped and began to moan as he used his fingers to enter her. She clutched tightly onto his shoulders, as she began to move her hips. But again, Jones stopped her. He put his claw against her hipbone and held her down.

"Please…don't make me beg…" Juno whimpered.

"That's exactly what I want you to do," grinned Jones as he moved his fingers back and forth. Juno writhed on his bed and the louder she moaned the faster he went. Just as she was about to come, he slowed.

"Don't stop…please don't stop…" she pleaded as she desperately tried to move her hips.

Slowly, Jones placed his fingers at her entrance…and he could feel Juno try to buck her hips again…the girl was so desperate. He entered her again, and again, Juno whimpered. He began to move faster, and her hands clutched his shoulders again. Juno shuddered and bit her lip, stifling her cries as she came.

"Not…fair…you still have…your clothes on," Juno said weakly as she tried to catch her breath.

Jones moved back, and took off his coat. He was surprised at the energy Juno had left as she leapt forward. "I'll help you with these," she teased as she unbuttoned her Captain's shirt. When she got to his belt buckle, Jones tipped her face upwards. He was looking at her devilishly.

"How about we start with you on your knees, Miss Alex?"

Slowly climbing off of the bed, Juno smiled back, the look on her face just as evil. "Can I call you 'Captain', then?"

…..

A man was running towards Beckett's office. He was fat and out of breath, but he didn't stop until he reached the door. And then, he only stopped there a moment to get through the guards. Bursting into the room, he said the five words Beckett had been waiting to hear: "The…Du-Dutchman's…been si-sighted, sir!"

Beckett rose from his desk, a Cheshire cat grin on his face.

…..

Davy Jones was feeling…happy at the moment. It was noontime, and he was at his ship's helm. He had awoken to Juno's heartbeat again. However, instead of throwing her out this time, he had had her…twice…before his breakfast. He left her sleeping in his cabin at three bells, and had been at the helm ever since. The sky was grey, with barely a spot of blue as it had been raining earlier in the morning. Stormy waves rolled all around, but Jones took one look at the sky and he knew the sun would be out soon enough. That meant if there was any fighting today, it would get hot and sticky. The stench of blood would hang in the air.

"Are you sure this plan will work?" Maccus asked as he came up from behind.

Jones glanced to his side, looking at his first mate. "Should anything happen to the ship…should anything happen to me…" he trailed off.

"I am loyal, sir. I will fight by your side." Maccus straightened, and looked out to the sea. He was worried. He knew how his Captain felt about Juno…the sounds coming from his cabin had solidified that. But with this new threat against her, Maccus feared Jones would break. He had just learned to love again…and now, so soon after….

"That's not what I was asking, Maccus." The Captain of the Flying Dutchman turned to his first mate and looked him in the eye. "You will be in charge of the Dutchman for most of the battle. Juno and I will be on the other ships. Should anything happen," and here Jones paused. "You know what to do."

Maccus nodded. "Aye sir."

Jones turned around, manning the helm once more.

…..

Lord Cutler Beckett was standing proudly atop his flagship, the Adamant. He had commissioned twenty-four other ships, and they now followed him out to the open sea. In his mind, Beckett had already been hailed by the people as "Devil-slayer". By ridding himself of the infamous Davy Jones, Beckett was confident that he would be able to control all trading routes and maximize his profit. In addition, he would earn the love of sailors all around as the slayer of sea-Devil. Beckett began to imagine his homecoming, and the crowds that would surround him, the women who would throw themselves at his feet…

"I hope we find that son-of-a-bitch today. I want to go home," Fairfield interrupted Beckett's thoughts. He had a sword that had been given to him to use in battle and was now playing with it.

"I hope you know how to use that thing. And I do hope you haven't forgotten our agreement?" asked Beckett.

Robert stopped and stared at the short man in front of him. "Look, Napoleon, I told you I would get you the guns once Juno is dead. So you'll just have to wait until then."

Furrowing his brows together, Beckett looked away, muttering, "Who's Napoleon?"

…..

Jones had spotted something on the horizon. "Take the helm!" he shouted, and at once, Greenbeard came out of a nearby pole to answer the command. Jones made his way towards the bow of the Dutchman, carrying his scope. Sure enough, as he brought the glass to his eye, he could see sails. A whole lot of them, too. Slowly, he counted them.

"Twenty-five. There're twenty-five of them!" he slammed his glass shut and called out, "Loose the headsails! Loose the topsails! Show me more canvas! Get me more speed! I want them to see us coming!"

The entire ship suddenly came alive as crew members hurried around, carrying out the orders. And indeed, the Dutchman gained speed, closing the distance between them and the battery of ships ahead.

…..

"What's he doing??" Beckett was spying on Jones' ship, watching as it barrelled toward them. "Signal all stop!" Beckett ordered. The corresponding flags were raised, and his small fleet came to a worried stop.

"He's going to run straight into us!" Robert pressed up against the railing, leaning out.

"Dear God…he's going to kill himself, and take us with him! Full about! Jones has gone mad!" Beckett was frantic; he wanted his ship turned around. He took one look behind him as he barked out orders, and was horrified to see the Flying Dutchman so close, and still running so fast.

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On board the Dutchman, Jones had his crew at the Kraken Hammer. There was a loud pound as it recoiled back into the floor.

"NOW! DOWN!!! HAHAHAHA!!" growled the Captain. And just before he would have collided with Beckett's ship, the Dutchman dove under the waves.

…..

"Oh shit."

"What?" demanded Robert. "WHAT!?" he barely stopped himself from shaking the short man in front of him.

"I forgot. He can dive," he looked up at Robert, a tinge of worry in his eyes.

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Author's note: Well, it's coming up, the big battle between the small Beckett and the larger than life Jones! Who will win???!! Lol! Do we even have to guess, girls? Oh, and I didn't mention the smut at the top because I thought maybe that last chapter discouraged some people from reading…and if they saw the word smut they'd read some more… And that's not how I want my story to be read. ) Pearl's Beauty, thanks for the assurance that you'll love my story either way it goes. Salt06, sorry! But don't worry…it's not the end just yet. Jasmine, new reviewer, I think, so thanks for your review! And hello Sarah Jones! Any relation to a certain Davy Jones? Haha. And yeah, now that you say it, Juno does remind me of Leeloo…but I think you're thinking of the movie the Fifth Element. I love that movie! So that's a compliment, thanks!

I also now have to issue a warning: The next chapter may be the last one…I'm not exactly sure. If it gets too long I'll have to break it apart, but yes people, I have warned you that the end is nigh for my story here. So let's all enjoy the ride!