Disclaimer: "I want it now I want it now Give me your heart and your soul"
(An: This one took me a while because I had a brief affair with V for Vendetta fic.)
#01 – Ring:
He demanded proof, permanence, a sign of her loyalty; she slipped one of the rings off her finger and onto his.
#02 – Hero:
The woman who called herself Tia Dalma sat alone in her house for a long time after the pirates left, drumming her fingers on the arm of her chair; Dis William Turner, he shall be what Davy Jones could not be, and although it should have pleased her, all she felt was numb.
#03 - Memory:
The tears dripping down his cheek tasted bitter and salty, just like all his memories of her.
#04 - Box:
To her, love was a trap- bonds as strong and frightening as the human form she took on to meet him.
#05 - Run:
His nightmares about her were always the same- she ran and ran, and whenever he thought he'd caught her, she slipped out of reach again.
#06 - Hurricane:
The storm blew up so quickly- that was all he could think as he lay on the beach waiting to die; the fever slowly claimed him, and by the time the woman stepped out of the waves, he was unconscious.
#07 - Wings:
"I've never seen anyone sail that distance so fast," commented his employer, and David only smiled.
#08 - Cold:
He didn't know how she could live in someplace so warm but treat him so coolly.
#09 - Red:
He was surprised to find that his blood was still as red as any other man's.
#10 - Drink:
She pressed a cup to his lips, and he almost choked; she brushed the spill off his chin, and that was when he remembered the woman in his dreams with a dark, dark flush.
#11 - Midnight:
"I tell ya my secret at de right time- ask me when de moon sets, and den maybe I let ya know."
#12 - Temptation:
Desire wore a yellow dress and beads in her hair.
#13 - View:
The darkness swallowed him until he was sure there was nothing of his real self left but a pair of eyes peering out from the shadow… not until she touched him in the brig of the Black Pearl.
#14 - Music:
Everyone knew not to approach the captain when he was playing the organ; a beheading might not kill them, but it still hurt.
#15 – Silk:
Her silk dress was thin and sheer; when he took her waist as the song started, it was almost like he had his hand on her bare skin.
#16 – Cover:
"Dey call me Tia Dalma at my request, but dey know who I really be."
#17 – Promise:
Once she had earned his trust, she kept it, and the complete faith in his eyes when she said she'd be there tugged at her heart.
#18 – Dream:
On the way to the locker, she dreamed of him every night, and Ragetti asked her why she always cried in her sleep.
#19 – Candle:
"If it be lit, I be here, and ya may come."
#20 – Talent:
"Besides," she said, "y'are a great sailor, and who else could de sea love?"
#21 – Silence:
She pressed her hand over his mouth, putting her free arm around him, and whispered, "Hush, Davy Jones- jus' be wit' me now."
#22 – Journey:
It was not a long journey from her swamp to his home port, but with her always only a few feet away, it felt like an eternity.
#23 – Fire:
He met her during a bout of fever, and, in a way, it never broke.
#24 – Strength:
"Ya t'ink dat ya be powerful, ta carve out your own heart, but all y'are is weak."
#25 – Mask:
He tried to pretend he didn't care, but he always knew what was really under the mask.
#26 – Ice:
Tia Dalma was not bothered by the cold of world's end; "It be jus' like him heart."
#27 – Fall:
"You always pull me right back to you," he muttered.
#28 – Forgotten:
To breathe through lungs instead of gills, to have hands instead of claws, to have hair instead of tentacles- oh, he had forgotten the beauty.
#29 - Dance:
"Can ya not dance…or are ya just afraid o' me?"
#30 – Body:
"What be a man wit'out him heart?"
#31 – Sacred:
Gods were for foolish natives of the lands he explored, but there was something about the sound of waves against rocks...
#32 – Farewells:
"Don't say goodbye, say you love me- that's all that I need."
#33 – World:
The color of his new cabin reminded him of her eyes, and he wished he could spend one day without thinking of her.
#34 – Formal:
He never wrote her letters; they were so stiff and formal compared to the dreams he had of her, and she never returned them.
#35 – Fever:
"Where-?" he asked, and she placed a finger to his lips, shaking her head and smirking in the most unbearable way; David wondered if his fever had set back in.
#36 – Laugh:
He always seemed surprised whenever she made him laugh- not that she could be clever, but that he could feel mirth.
#37 – Lies:
He told himself that she would always lie to him, that she was not to be trusted, but he could never remember that when she was whispering that she loved only him, that she needed him, that she would always, always stay.
#38 – Forever:
"We shall be toget'er 'til de end o' time, y'and I," she purred, and Davy looked away.
#39 – Overwhelmed:
She stood at the bow of the ship watching the sunset, and when she noticed him staring, she smiled without guile or pretension; he loved her so much in that moment.
#40 – Whisper:
He wanted to scream it off a rooftop, yell it to the heavens- anything, anything to get that awful, terrible, beautiful feeling off his chest- but in the end, faced with her expectant look, he could only mumble.
#41 – Wait:
"I'll be here," she said, turning to the sea, and he caught her hand, pulling her in for a kiss; near the end of his second ten-year wait, that kiss would be all that sustained him.
#42 – Talk:
"Tell me your story, Davy Jones," she says, and he just stares at her: "Why should I bother when you already know everything about me?"
#43 – Search:
He ran up and down the beach, sobbing and screaming and calling her name, and at the end, all he could do was lie on the beach and ache until he was sure he would die of it.
#44 – Hope:
"I thought you said it be foolish," she said, smiling at him with those damn knowing eyes of hers; he ducked his head and said, "Now it's all I have."
#45 – Eclipse:
She sat on the sand, one hand pressed to her throat, feeling the pulse that restrained her with every beat, and the other pressed to her locket, wishing that he would- and then would not- come; when the sunset disappeared in a flash of green, she hugged herself, but the ship went the other way- and she understood how someone could bring himself to cut out his own heart.
#46 – Gravity:
To her, ten years was but a flare of her yellow skirts, and she was pulled to him as certainly as an apple to the earth; twenty years, though, with only one night to recall how she felt…
#47 – Highway:
"You'll do it, Davy Jones, because dere be no ot'er way."
#48 – Unknown:
To him, love was a strange beast, equally likely to bite him as purr; as a sailor, the unknown didn't bother him, but as a man, he was terrified.
#49 – Lock:
Even the lock of the chest whispered of his love for her.
#50 – Breathe:
Trapped in one form, constrained to lungs instead of gills or whatever else she pleased, made to feel the steady beat of her damned heart instead of the inconstant swirl of the ocean- oh, it was agony, and she didn't even know that somewhere on the other side of the world, the man who had done it to her knew exactly how she felt.
(…Still haven't got the Pirates soundtrack… anyway, review.)