A/N: Ok. This chapter is 9 pages rather than the usual four on Microsoft Word. Hope you enjoy. A bit of a sex scene in this...R&R please. Reviews shorten the wait. ;)

Disclaimer: Not mine sadly. Majority of the plot in this one is mine except for the Calypso/Davy Jones scene. That is purely Disney

Chapter 15- So Much More Than A Pirate

I can't face the dark without you- Breaking Benjamin

Meanwhile, Calypso sat in the brig aboard the Pearl listening to the music box necklace that was an exact copy of the one Jones carried.

She ached for him. If only it were possible to turn back time, but she knew it was futile. He would never be the same. She shut the necklace.

The music continued playing in the background.

She stood up and moved to the bars as Davy Jones materialized in front of her. "My sweet. You come for me."

"You were expecting me."

"It has been torture trapped in this single form, cut off from the sea, from all that I love. From you."

"Ten years I devoted to the duty you charged me. Ten years I looked after those who died at sea. And finally when we could be together again you weren't there." He snapped the necklace closed and she shut her eyes. "Why weren't you there?"

She looked up then. "It's my nature. Would you love me if I was anything but what I am?"

"I do not love you." He couldn't even look her in the eyes and say it. It would never be true.

"Many things you were Davy Jones, but never cruel. You have corrupted your purpose and so yourself. And you hide away what should always have been mine." She pressed her hand to his chest and brought his original form out with just the touch of her hand.

"Calypso." He whispered, stroking her face.

"I will be free and when I am I will give you my heart and we will be together always. If only you had a heart to give." He changed back into his corrupted form as she let go and he reached through the bars to grab her by the throat. "Why did you come?"

"And what fate have you planned for your captains?"

"The Brethren Court. All of them, the last thing they will learn in this life is how cruel I can be. And what of your fate Davy Jones?" She turned to him.

"My heart will always belong to you." She smiled as he left through the side of the ship.

JEJEJEJEJEJEJE

"Am I to assume you have a plan?" Elizabeth asked him, trailing her hand along the globe next to her.

"Assume what you'd like."

"Being evasive, are we? I should have known you would be. It must be something I'm not going to like."

"I haven't the slightest idea what you're talking about, love."

"You wouldn't have made me king if you didn't have some sort of…of something up your sleeve."

"If I did, what makes you think that you would be privy to that information?"

"As I said, you made me king."

"Aye, because it were the only way to get anything done. You did vote for yourself, you know."

"You owe me the information."

"I owe you no such thing. If anyone is to be doing any owing it should be you, darling. You did leave me for dead, after all."

"And you sat back and let them pawn me off as a sea goddess!"

"I wasn't on board when that happened, but you have to admit, darling. It was a good ruse, even for Barbossa. You're certainly overbearing enough…"

She glared at him.

"And beautiful enough, especially when you're angry." He was testing her to see if she'd respond.

Her eyes widened. "I dare say you just called me beautiful."

"Aye."

"I should thank you, but then again, you've called me a conniving shrew before as well…"

"You've been talking to Jasmine about me, then?"

"Enough to know that I want to hear those things from you and not her." She stepped closer…

"Elizabeth." He answered raggedly, leaning in. "I…"

She shuddered as his nose brushed against hers, his lips so close…she ached so much for them to touch hers that it took her breath away…and then he was stalking away from her.

Tears welled in her eyes. "He'll never forgive me."

"He already has, lass." Captain Teague answered, stepping from the shadows.

She flinched and then realized it was him. "You're his father, aren't you?"

The older man chuckled. "A very observant girl, you are."

"Growing up a governor's daughter I had to be if I were to ever learn anything but knitting."

"I can see why my boy is so fond of you. He always did have a taste for beauty and wit."

She blushed a bit and looked down.

"I can also see that you are equally fond of him."

She sighed and nodded. "I don't know how to make him see."

"You'd best be figuring it out, love…before it's too late."

"What do you mean?"

"He means to stab the heart."

Her eyes widened. "What? He can't!"

"He very well can if he believes there's nothing left to live for. Make him see there is something to live for…"

She watched Teague walk away and then began to run.

JEJEJEJEJEJE

Swallow me under and pull me apart- Breaking Benjamin

"Jack?" She asked, peering through the darkness of his cabin.

"What are you doing here, love?" He asked, resignedly.

"Looking for you."

He lit a lantern and eyed her curiously.

"I…"

"You what? I'm not playing games, darling. Speak up."

"You can't stab the heart!" She blurted.

"Who told you that I was?"

"Your father."

"Mmhmm…"

"I…I can't let you do it."

"Oh. And why not, dearie?"

She stepped further into the light. "We've only just rescued you. We can't lose you again. I can't lose you again. Not both of you."

He frowned. "Both of us? From my reckoning there's only one Captain Jack Sparrow, love. Have you been drinking?" He frowned and moved to her side, sniffing at her mouth.

Elizabeth sighed. "Jack…Will is going to stab the heart. He's vowed to rescue his father."

"And I gave him the option to have his father and you. If I stab the heart everyone's happy." He threw his arms wide.

All except you…and me. She floundered for a less revealing excuse and found one."Not everyone. Did you consider the fact that Bootstrap may choose to stay aboard?"

He opened his mouth, raising a finger and then paused. "If he does choose to stay aboard it will be his own choice. Will would understand that."

"Jack…I can't let you stab the heart."

"Yet you seem set on Will stabbing the heart."

"I can't bear to see him lose his father too. He'll pick him over me. He probably already has. And I can't…I can't face life without knowing you're in the world. Whose stories would I read?" She offered a weak smile. I have so much to lose if he doesn't agree.

"There will still be stories about me, love."

She sighed and grasped his hand between both of hers, pressing it to her bosom. "Jack…please…"

He looked at his hand and swallowed. "You're asking too much of me, Elizabeth."

"And you're giving me too little."

"Pirate."

"The both of us." She gave him a sad smile. "And I'll be begging for your forgiveness for it the rest of my life."

"You had it the moment you did it, darling."

She looked into his eyes sharply. Did he?

"Aye. I've forgiven you for leaving me to die. In fact, I deserved it."

She looked down. But not for everything. I can see that, plain as day. "But not for everything."

"No." He agreed solemnly. "It will take a lot more than pleading to forgive that."

She wondered what he meant, but did not ask. "If you don't stab the heart, then I will try to do whatever it is that you require in earning the rest of your forgiveness, Jack."

He chuckled bitterly. "You have your heart set on that, don't you?"

"You have no idea."

"Go get some rest, my liege. You'll need it."

"I have nowhere to go."

"You have a ship, don't you? Go to your own cabin."

She shrugged sheepishly. "I gave it away to someone more deserving."

He raised an eyebrow. "You expected to stay here."

She blushed and looked away, biting her lip. "I…might have been a bit presumptuous…but I was hoping to stay with someone I trust."

"And you trust me?"

She nodded.

"I'm not sure who the bigger fool is…me for letting my murderer stay or you for trusting a pirate."

"Jack, I-"

He raised his hand. "I know you won't. Believe it or not…I trust you too."

She met his gaze and they nearly smiled. "I can't imagine how you can trust me."

"Mm…well Hector and the rest of the crew for some reason can't imagine how I can't trust you."

She looked down. "I really am sorry, Jack. If I could do it all over again, I'd find a way to save you."

"Don't beat yourself up about it, darling. I was going to stay behind." He mumbled, and began rummaging through a trunk in the corner.

"Then I should have kissed you goodbye instead."

She watched him pause for a moment, wondering how he would take that little piece of information. He shut his eyes briefly and then began rummaging again. She's only saying that because she wants to earn my forgiveness. You're wrong. She's only saying that because she wants to be with you. How can you be so certain? Why don't you ask her? I'm afraid of either answer, that's why.

"Jack?"

"Hm?" He asked as he found a shirt and stood up.

"When we were talking in the hold and I asked you why you were talking to me, you said you couldn't help yourself…what did you mean by that?" She asked as she sank onto his bed and began removing her boots.

He chose to avoid the question. "Here." He tossed a large shirt into her lap and began removing his effects, turning his back to her.

"Thank you." She picked it up and turned around. "You didn't answer me though." She mumbled, sliding her Singaporean top off. Feeling a bit daring, she pulled a dagger out of her boot and sliced her way through her breast bindings. I won't need those anymore anyway. Everyone already knows I'm a woman.

Jack chose that moment to look at her and sucked in a sharp breath of air as she let her bindings fall away. His eyes skimmed over her deliciously creamy skin and he nearly went to her and took her right then and there.

She paused, reaching for the shirt he had tossed her. Maybe a bit too daring, love. That thought sounded remarkably like the man that gasped. She knew she was giving him a good side view of one of her breasts as she bent to pick up the shirt, but she didn't care. She merely put his shirt on and seeing that it came a good distance down her thighs she removed her trousers.

He quickly went about removing his own shirt and effects, busying himself so he wouldn't do anything he'd regret.

Her mouth went dry as she climbed into his bed. I'm half-naked in Captain Sp-good lord…The train of thought she was on vanished when she looked up and found Jack in nothing, but trousers, leaning over a map on his desk. She nearly forgot everything she had asked altogether when he caught her looking him over. His eyebrows shot into his bandana in surprise and then his eyes narrowed.

A blush came over her face and she quickly turned away.

"I don't know the answer to your question." He replied and sank into a chair at his desk. Yes you do. You're in love with her. Tell her. No. I can't. I won't be able to bear giving her up if I do. What if she loves you? You could die tomorrow and she'd never know how you feel. And what if she chooses Will tomorrow?

"I should have stayed with you."

He turned to look at her back, wrapped in his blankets.

"I thought I was doing the right thing, but instead I've just made a mess of everything."

He sighed raggedly. "Elizabeth, you were doing the right thing."

"I'm a horrible person." She whispered, mostly to herself.

"No. You're a pirate. A pirate king. You do what you have to, to stay alive."

"To leave a good man behind? Why, I'm no better than Barbossa…But I'll never measure up to you."

"Elizabeth, don't give me such high praise."

"Why not?"

"I was going to leave you all behind." He stood up and went to the window.

"But you didn't. You came back and you just told me yourself that you would have stayed behind."

"Why do you think so highly of me? I'm not the pirate of your childhood storybooks."

She got up and moved to face him. "No. You're so much more."

He looked at her then. Elizabeth Swann, the pirate king, the glow of the moon reflecting on her skin…wearing nothing but his shirt…of that last he was very aware…and she had never looked more beautiful.

He let his hand slide to the small of her back, shakily, slowly, but once it was resting there he was grabbing her into his arms and kissing her softly.

She shuddered against him and slid her hands up his biceps and into his hair. The feel of his body pressed tight against her was something she had only dreamed about and she let out a low moan as he nibbled at her bottom lip causing him to groan a bit and pull her closer.

His kisses began trailing down her neck until he found a spot that made her toss her head back and moan. "Jaaack."

The sound of his name from her lips drove him wild. His hands slid down her back and gripped her bare bottom until she wrapped her legs around his waist. She ground her nether regions against his hardness and he stumbled them both to his bed frantically.

Then, he was on top of her. She tightened her legs around him, enjoying the press of his weight as he continuously kissed that spot below her jawline that drove her crazy. Desperately, she scrambled her hand to the hem of the shirt and yanked it above her bare breasts. He moaned into her neck at the contact of their bare skin. She grabbed him by the hair and yanked him to her mouth. Slanting hers against his until he was probing her mouth with his tongue to a rhythm they had begun between her legs.

He could feel how wet she was through his own trousers. He reached between them and began tweaking her nipple until she was panting against his mouth. As they came up for air, he moved to suckle the neglected one. "Oh God! Jack! Jack!" She panted as his other hand slid between her legs and began to rub her in a slow rhythm that took her breath away. It was then she knew she wanted all of him. They might very well die tomorrow and she knew she might never get another chance.

"Jack! Your breeches! Take them off! Want them off!"

He rose up on his elbows then and looked down at her. His eyes were nearly black with desire, his lips swollen deliciously. No wonder there are stories of a woman in every port. He's absolutely astonishingly dashing when he's in the act of lovemaking.

The look of desperate desire on his face changed to something more tender. "Are you sure, love?" It was then that she finally completely admitted to herself that she was madly and irrevocably in love with this man. If only I weren't afraid he would run…I'd tell him here and now.

Instead she reached up and pulled him into a tender open-mouthed kiss that left them both panting a bit. "I've never been more certain about anything in my entire life."

So she held his gaze as he stood up and slowly let her eyes slide down. His tattoos and scars were something to marvel over on his bronzed muscles. She could stare at them for days. If only she had days to do so. The very real thought that she might not, made her eyes tear up a bit. Then she began watching his hands undo the laces of his breeches. His manhood was something else to marvel over between those legs of pure wiry muscle. She had never seen a more beautiful man and tonight, he was hers.

He was between her legs before she could even look up, but when she did, she met those dark orbs and all she could think was that she could finally be his.

JEJEJEJE

Afterwards, she lay naked in his arms, her head resting on his shoulder and his hand tracing lazy circles on her back. Oh how she wanted to tell him she loved him. She ached to. Pushing up onto her elbows, the sheet covering them low on her waist, she looked at him.

He watched her through heavy lids, a completely sated wildcat. They didn't speak. It might break the spell.

His hand shook as he pushed a strand of hair out of her face and he reached to pull her down on top of him.

She pulled back a bit. "I can't…" see myself with anyone else. I can't express in words how I feel…about you. Her thoughts choked her, tears pooling in her eyes. She was so frightened of telling him.

His face darkened, misunderstanding her completely. "Go to sleep, love."

"Jack…"

"I have to go." He pushed her aside.

She turned to face the wall, wondering what he thought she was going to say. His cold words hurting her heart more than he could even imagine. Tears rolled down her cheeks as he removed himself from the bed, a rustle of clothing telling her he was leaving her alone. A few moments later, she flinched as he slammed the door behind him.

I should have known that Teague was wrong, that he could never forgive me.

A/N: *Dodges rotten tomatoes* No worries! I won't leave you hanging long. She almost told him she loved him there didn't she? It's getting close to the love confessions...or is it?