Author's Note: Well, I wasn't going to update till November, but USA today had the POTC trilogy and I got inspired. So here we go! HAPPY HALLOWEEN MY LITTLE PIRATES!

~Beside the Seemingly Perfect Angel~

Chapter 9: Conversations, Conversations, Conversations

Amour looked on the night sky in wonder. She missed the sea, and as she closed her eyes, she took in the ocean air. She was oblivious to being watched by a pair of brown eyes.

"What'cha doin' luv?" She heard a voice asked.

She opened her eyes and turned to face Jack. She sighed and shrugged.

"Staring at the sea, taking in something I dearly missed. The question is Captain, what are you doing here?"

He smiled charmingly and walked over to her leaning against the side with her.

"Looking at the scenery" he said winking at her.

She rolled her eyes and hid a smile.

"Honestly Captain? What a surprise considering that you barely remembered my name" She looked at him smirking.

He looked unsure for a moment and waved her off.

"Oh come now luv, I never remember a pretty face, after all I'm Captain Jack Sparrow" He said enthusiastically.

"Hm…..really?" she whispered "Then when was I called Amir, I don't recall that"

He frowned and placed his dirty hand around her shoulders. '

"Now forget this little banter and tell me, what brought ye here?" he asked "Why not stay at home eh?"

She turned to him bemused.

"What do you mean?" she asked.

Jack smiled and tugged her left hand.

"A woman with a ring this size shouldn't be in a man's ship, that is unless it's her husband" He drawled out.

Indeed, she had forgotten to take off her dreaded engagement ring in the rush of it all. She scoffed at his comment. She turned to face him and smirked seeing that he kept his eyes on the ring, it was a big diamond, but nothing she really cared for.

"Want it?" she asked him.

He looked at her confused. Amour shrugged and lifted her other hand to slip it off easily. Her right hand grabbed his hand and opened it to place the ring in his palm, closing it then after

"Have it" she said.

He looked down at the ring and placed it in his pocket with ease.

"Ah, I see lass, arranged marriage luv?" he asked.

She chuckled and shook her head.

"More like…forced by a pompous arse" Amour finished smiling.

Jack raised a brow and smiled pulling her closer.

"Really? Do tell me about this arse of yours?" he asked.

She smirked.

"My arse, or my fiancé?" she asked with a smirk.

"Both will be an interesting conversation but I think the second one. The first we can't talk 'bout luv, with topics like that I like to inspect" he said motioning his hands.

She elbowed him and smirked.

"Lord Beckett, the biggest arse in the EITC" she said scoffing.

Jack tensed slightly, and looked at her in surprise.

"Beckett?" he repeated.

"Yes, Jack. Beckett" she said.

"Shame, such a lovely figure given away"

His hands began to slide down her side, till she grabbed it and slapped it away. He smirked and leaned down to whisper against her ear.

"Thought about me?" he whispered.

She closed her eyes and shivered, thanking the night for hiding her blush.

"Not one second" she whispered.

Jack smirked and kissed her lobe.

"Then think of this…..why aren't ye talking to your beloved Commodore"

She opened her eyes and slid her body away from him in surprise.

"Go to hell Jack" she hissed and stomped downstairs towards her room.

Jack smiled and took out his compass. He was surprised seeing that it lead towards her direction, as she disappeared it began to spin again, thus he closed it and sighed. He walked up towards the wheel and saw Gibb was observing then.

"Women are bad luck" Gibbs said.

"I know, I know, I'm starting to believe you" Jack mumbled and continued to sail the direction Elizabeth had asked.

Flying Dutchman…

"What are they wagering?" Will asked his father.

"The only thing we have, years of service" Bootstrap replied.

Will had an idea from his father's comment.

"So any crewmember can be challenged?" he asked.

"Aye, anyone" he replied.

Will took a deep breath and knew what he had to do.

"I challenge Davy Jones" he said aloud.

Everyone froze and they then heard footsteps coming down towards them. Thunder began and laughter was heard. As he appeared before then Jones smirked.

"I accept" he sneered.

A table was placed immediately and the game began. They were handed the dice and the a cup.

"The stakes?" Davy asked.

"My soul, and an eternity of servitude" Will replied.

"Against?" he asked.

"I want this" Will said and threw the cloth drawing on the betting table.

Jones unfolded the cloth to see what it was: the key, his key. He slammed the drawing on the table.

"How do you know of the key?" he asked.

Will looked stoic.

"That's not part of the deal now is it?" he replied. He smirked and added "You can still walk away"

They slipped the dice inside and slammed it down after shaken; suddenly a third cup was placed on the table. Will turned to see Bootstrap looking at him intently.

"What's this?" he asked.

"I'm in" Bootstrap Bill replied. "Matching his wager"

"No!" Will cried out "Don't do this"

Bootstrap Bill started at in eyes sad.

"I bet three twos" he said. "Your bid captain"

Jones chuckled.

"Four fours" he said.

Will looked down for a second.

"Four fives" he said softly.

"Six trees" Bootstrap said.

"Seven fives" Jones called.

They all looked at their dices. Will took in a deep breath, he had a chance to lose.

"Eight fives" Will called out.

Jones chuckled.

"Welcome to the crew lad"

The crew laughed.

"Twelve fives" Bootstrap interrupted his triumph.

"Calling me a liar?" Jones growled "Bootstrap Bill you are a liar and you will spend eternity on board. Master Turner, feel free to go ashore"

He turned away.

"The very next time we turn port" Jones added and laughed.

Later the same night…

Will walked out of Jones room thanking whoever had saved him more than anything. He had almost lost his soul and almost had to work his entire afterlife to him. He repeated to himself that it was all for Elizabeth, who was currently in jail missing him.

"Elizabeth" he whispered.

As he reached the deck, he rushed over to his father and placed the key around his neck.

"Here" Bootstrap said handing him a rolled up dagger. "Now take this and head to land and stay there. It was always in my blood to die at sea, but it was not a fate I ever wanted to you."

Will frowned.

"It's not a fate you had to choose yourself either. It would be a lie to say it wasn't what I wanted. You owe me nothing Will, so go"

"They'll know you helped me?" Will protested.

"What else can they do to me?" Bootstrap chuckled.

"I will not rest until this blade rips through his heart" Will promised.

Black Pearl..

It was morning and Amour was the first one up. She had had a restless sleep from what Jack had uttered the previous night before her. She had promised herself that she would talk to the Commodore today. She repeated this like a mantra and walked up the deck.

She there saw the crew had already woken up. Elizabeth was still downstairs sleeping and Jack was God knows where. She tugged her vest uncomfortable and tried to fix her hair as much as she could to look more feminine. Her hat was forgotten feeling that she needed to be more like a lady. Jack wasn't kidding when he said he had no dresses.

She saw him in his dirty attire washing the deck of the ship he hated so much and had followed to his destruction. He looked up as he saw a pair of black boots shading the sun. He saw the girl he had not seen in a year.

"Hello Commodore" she whispered.

"Miss Swann…please call me James. I am no longer a Commodore" he said bitterly.

She frowned at his comment and bent down to see him clearer.

"James, can we talk?" she asked shyly.

"Very well Miss Swann" he sighed.

She instantly hated herself for reverting back to her old her. She was no longer the shy sister hiding behind the shadow of Elizabeth she was her own woman.

"Was she the right choice?" she asked.

He looked up immediately.

"What?" he asked.

She looked away knowing what she had to say.

"Was she the right person? Was she worth all this?" she said shakily.

"Miss Swann, I-"

She shook her head.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to pry Commodore" she whispered.

He frowned.

"Miss Swann, she was not the right choice, nor the wrong. I love her and even if it wasn't meant to be I don't regret it" he said.

She looked down and nodded forcing a smile.

"I loved you" she commented after a moment of silence.

He dropped the wet rag and looked up to see her. This time he truly saw her. She had long curly brown hair, it wasn't curled like Elizabeth did in their meeting, but it was lovely and long. As a wind blew it pushed her hair to the side and he smelled the ocean in her scent. She was looking shown as he studied her, her lashes long and her lips full. He had never really looked at the girl before him. Woman. He corrected himself. He noticed his mistake at that moment, the younger sister had the torch lighted just for him and he let it dimmed.

"Miss Swann I-"

She looked to face him and he was impacted by her eyes staring at him so vulnerably. He saw that she was hurt at his choices but he didn't really regret it. He did realize that even though he didn't really love her, she would have taken very good care of him and given him what Elizabeth hadn't.

"Don't" she whispered and lifted her hand shakily to wipe a few tears from dripping.

He lifted his dirty hand almost automatically to try and comfort her, but as he almost touched her, she curled away from him, rejecting him. He was surprised that she rejected him.

He wanted to comfort her, tell her words that she wanted to hear. She deserved to hear the flowery words that any man could give her, but he wished that he himself could really utter it. Perhaps it was foolish to have fallen for the beauty of Elizabeth. He wasn't that oblivious, he had seen her blushes her shy smiles and how she fanned herself a little more when she got near him. He thought it was just shyness, but when he saw her walking barefoot in the beach he wondered how contradicting she was. Now he had realized that he was the cause of all this and that since she was a child, she held something for him.

"If I could Miss Swann I would-" he tried in vain.

"Norrington" she whispered "All that is in the past, now at least I know"

They stayed next to one another in silence, that is until they heard footsteps coming their directions.

"Good morning luv" a slurry voice said.

Norrington glared at Jack who had interrupted the moment. Jack seemed to know what he was doing and he merely smiled. Jack wasn't overly bright…in the naked eye, but he was one of the most cunning pirate there was in the seven seas. He had seen their little interaction and he wanted to ruin anything good that came the former Commodore's way.

Norrington didn't know how to feel at the change in atmosphere. Amour had her eyes away from him now, he had saw her smile softly. He noticed that as soon as Jack had said something her eyes were connected to his. Norrington saw her smile and get up, almost as if he was invisible.

"Morning Captain" she said softly.

"Have a good sleep luv? Ye know after our conversation"

"Our conversation?" she repeated amused.

"Fine luv, our stimulating conversation" he corrected himself.

Jack slipped his hand out and she took it immediately laughing softly at their little banter.

"Come luv, come watch me steer the ship aye? Leave the crew alone, come along" he said walking her up the stairs.

As she shook her head amused, he turned back to face Norrington and smirked widely. Norrington glared in return and began to wipe the deck angrier than before. He cursed Jack on the day that Jack Sparrow entered his life, ever since then, his life had gone south.

"I'll get my revenge Sparrow" he hissed.

He saw someone spit on the deck he had just cleaned, and he looked up to see Jack showing off his skills to a disgusted yet amused Amour.