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*hums the Up is Down theme* All right, letâs get the usual stuff for the POTC AU out of the way super quick so we can just jump right in --
Previous part is here -- full tag is here -- alternate version of picture two with a lame attempt at blood is here -- and characters that arenât mine are Jules Farrier-Weasley @cursebreakerfarrier; Finn McGarry/Davy Jones @theguythatdraws; Samantha OâConnell @samshogwarts; Arjun Singh and Aishwarya Mehra @hogwarts9; and Ellie Hopper @that-ravenpuff-witch! Hope you enjoy! xoxo
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The crew member Orion sent delivered his Piece of Eight -- his right earring -- to Jules aboard the Revolution. Both Bill and Jules had been concerned about Orion sending it on ahead rather than bringing it back to them himself; they were even more concerned when the fleet of small ships was led by Jae and the Kumiho, rather than by the Artemis. Jacob and Ashe, however, didnât seem surprised, even though Jacobâs eyes narrowed slightly and he went oddly quiet when he heard the news. If Bill didnât know any better, he couldâve sworn he mightâve even seen some guilt in the curly-haired pirateâs face.
Meanwhile Charlie pulled up alongside the Revolution to drop Chia Dalma off safely before the Phoenix rejoined the Blackbird, Naga, and Treasure. Before parting ways, Charlie actually pulled Chia aside.
âSo,â he said a bit sheepishly, âguess itâs time, then?â
Chia nodded. She tilted her head slightly to the right in response to how uneasy Charlie looked.
âSomething troubles you?â she asked.
âNot trouble, exactly,â said Charlie, offering a smile. âI mean, Iâm glad youâll get to be free. What the Brethren Court did, back then...it was a right rotten thing to do...â
His smile faded. âI guess I just wondered why you called yourself âChia Dalma,â and not Calypso. I mean -- you are Calypso, right? Itâs not like when the spell is broken, youâll just...disappear, right?â
Chia was taken aback by the concern. Then her pale face softened, betraying genuine fondness.
âYou have a noble heart, Charles Weasley,â she said. âIâm afraid that Chia Dalma will cease to be, when the spell is broken. She is human -- I am human...and I no longer will be, when the spell is broken. I will no longer feel things the way I do now, or see things the way I do now...and my perspective once again will be that of an immortal, not a mere human.â
She gave Charlie a reassuring smile.
âBut Calypso will not forget what Chia Dalma has seen and learned. Nor will she forget the kindness you showed her.â
The corners of Charlieâs lips turned up too. He brought up a hand and clapped Chia on the shoulder, giving it a squeeze.
âAnd I wonât forget the sea goddess who was once my friend,â he said with a grin.
Meanwhile, on the HMS Lion, Cutler Beckett had assembled his higher-ranked officers on deck to give them their last set of orders. There would be no quarter during the battle, no prisoners taken -- everyone in the piratesâ fleet and in Shipwreck Cove would be wiped out, without exception or mercy. Carewyn could see how hesitant the other officers were, upon hearing this. Percy, in particular, looked very troubled.
âLord Beckett -- â he said before he could stop himself, âd-denial of quarter -- surely that isnât necessary...we have more than enough room to transport prisoners back to Port Royal -- â
âThe pirates themselves wave a flag that represents no quarter,â said Beckett very smoothly without stopping his stride as he walked past the line of officers. âThey have not earned the right to it themselves.â
Percy faltered. âW-well...yes, but...they are pirates, sir. Should we not...show a better example, as Kingâs Men -- ?â
Beckett came to a sharp stop in front of Percy, looking up at the slightly taller man with a rather beady dark eye.
âDo I sense a lack of conviction, Captain Weasley?â he asked, his voice very soft but very dangerous.
Percy stiffened, his freckled face losing quite a bit of its color. The officers surrounding him looked worried too. Rakepick, who was standing a few feet away from the line of soldiers with her arms crossed, didnât look worried, but her dark blue eyes did narrow grimly upon Percy and Beckett.
âNo, sir!â said the red-haired Captain very quickly.
âAh, then itâs a conflict of interest, perhaps,â said Beckett, his voice becoming a bit harder as his lips spread into a cold smirk.
He leaned in a bit closer, and whispered something else in Percyâs ear that no one else could hear. It made Percyâs entire frame stiffen, his face blanching in horror as his wide brown eyes flickered over to Carewyn.
âLord Beckett, Captain Weasleyâs loyalty to the English Crown is unflappable,â Carewyn said in a very loud, harsh voice. âAs is the loyalty of all of our officers. He meant no disrespect, I assure you.â
Beckett looked at her, his eyebrows raised high over his coldly narrowed eyes. As he strode purposefully over to stand in front of Carewyn, all of the officers tensed up even more anxiously, none more so than Percy. Rakepick had uncrossed her arms and was watching the scene unfold like a hawk.
âI certainly hope that is true,â said Beckett very softly. âTreason is -- as we all know -- a death sentence.â
Carewyn met Beckettâs icy gaze head-on, even as he likewise leaned in, his head once again lingering over her shoulder like it had back in his cabin, so that his breath grazed her face.
âI will not punish your brother for his insubordination, as a favor to you. But I expect proper gratitude on your part. After all, Iâm already doing quite a favor for you already, allowing you and him to remain among the ranks.â
Carewynâs almond-shaped blue eyes narrowed, but she refused to look at him or speak. Beckettâs face grew a bit colder still as he tilted his head enough that his lips were mere inches from her ear.
âDonât forget, Admiral,â he whispered, and there was an odd satisfaction creeping into the corners of his pitiless voice, âyour loyalty is, first and foremost, mine.â
He then moved away, turning his focus back to the rest of the officers with his more usual, detached sort of expression.
âAttack when ready -- no prisoners, no mercy. Youâre dismissed.â
The officers all saluted and immediately bustled off to head back to their ships. Carewyn glanced over just in time to see Percy, rather than heading immediately back to his ship, rush up to her. His freckled face was ashen and his eyebrows were knitted tensely over his eyes.
âCarey...Lord Beckett -- â
âI know,â Carewyn cut him off. She already knew what Beckett must have said to Percy, for the rose-colored lenses to fall from his eyes so quickly.
Percyâs brown eyes widened even more. They darted over to Beckett heading up to the helm and then back to Carewyn, welling up with anxiety.
âHe suspected it after you expressed interest in him hiring a woman,â said Carewyn softly. âI reckon him knowing Rakepick first made it easier -- she dressed as a man for a while, when she was in the Navy...â
Percy seemed to be losing more and more of his courage every second. His face suddenly looked so much more boyish as his gaze fell away from Carewynâs face, staring down at the deck of the ship without seeing it.
âItâs my fault,â he mumbled.
âDonât say that,â Carewyn cut him off firmly.
Percy closed his eyes and shook his head.
âItâs all my fault,â he repeated, shame and pain pulsing through his face. âI never shouldâve trusted him, I never shouldâve believed -- I just -- he was so against piracy, and I...after you were taken by Orion Amari -- after you got kidnapped by the crew of the Revenge -- â
âPercy -- â
Carewyn brought a hand onto his shoulder, but he cut her off, his soft voice more choked and upset than ever.
âI never shouldâve let Bill and Charlie go after you alone -- I shouldâve followed them myself in my own ship, if I had to -- â
âPercy.â
Her hand clutched the top of his shoulder, right beside his neck, so as to force him to look up at her.
âYou were only trying to do what was right, as an officer,â said Carewyn, her blue eyes blazing with conviction despite their pain and empathy. âThe Navy is your dream, far more than it ever was mine, or Charlieâs, or Billâs. Donât hate yourself for trying to do things the right way. ...Thatâs always been who you are.â
Giving Percyâs shoulder a tight squeeze, she steered him forward enough that she could bring her other arm around him and give him a hug.
âI know what Beckett mustâve threatened you with, Perce, but I want you to forget it,â she said, and her voice betrayed a crack of emotion Percy had never heard before. âDonât try to protect me or my reputation -- those things wonât matter much longer anyway. Do what you need to, to do whatâs right...for yourself and them.â
Them... Percy tensed. He knew who that âthemâ was, but...the way her voice choked -- was she...trying not to cry?
He looked at his surrogate sibling with dismay, but he couldnât see her expression.
âCarey -- â
âAdmiral.â
Carewyn pulled away from Percy and looked up.
Rakepick had approached them, her dark blue eyes flickering from Carewyn to back over her shoulder at Beckett, who had seemed to have turned his focus back to the two red-haired officers -- almost as if she was...trying to warn them.
Recovering from this surprise quickly, Carewyn turned to Percy with a harder, more serious look and grabbed his shoulder, giving him a light push backward.
âGo, now,â she said, her voice hardening to try to obscure the pain and tears she was trying to force back.
Percyâs brown eyes rippled with anxiety. He clearly wanted to insist on her explaining, wanted to argue her point -- but he too could sense Beckettâs gaze. So, with a pained expression, he reluctantly straightened up and exchanged a salute with Carewyn, before finally leaving the deck and returning to the jollyboat that would return him to the Clearwater.
Rakepick and Carewyn both watched Percy go.
âYou didnât tell him,â said Rakepick lowly. âNo doubt because you donât want him to try to stop you...â
Carewyn looked at Rakepick, her eyes narrowing in suspicion. âDidnât tell him what?â
Rakepick, however, didnât respond. Her eyes watched the horizon absently, but seemed to almost look beyond it.
Carewyn's eyes flashed with even more distrust as she turned to face the older woman. âDonât play games with me, Rakepick -- â
âThe time for games is long since through,â said Rakepick sharply, as she turned to looked Carewyn straight on in the face.
What...was that, in her expression? It was certainly harsh and arrogant as ever, and yet...there was something almost sadder there.
âYou truly are a guardian, Admiral Weasley,â murmured Rakepick. âRight now, though...it seems to me that itâs you who most needs guarding.â
Carewyn felt a knife in her chest at the thought of Jones and the fate that awaited her. Her blue eyes drifted off to the side and away from Rakepickâs face, hardening further as she tried to obscure her emotions.
âIâm not so much of a coward as to choose my safety over the lives of othersâ,â she said very harshly, turning her focus to the helm.
She turned her back on Rakepick, her arms looping behind her straightened back in proper Navy posture.
âYou should return to your post...before Beckett gives you the side eye too.â
Rakepick didnât respond, and Carewyn refused to look back as she strode away.
Almost immediately, the strategy Jacob had devised did not go as planned.
The plan had been for Jules to bluff Beckett before releasing Calypso -- but although the Revolution, as flag ship, had pulled into position at the head of the piratesâ charge, Beckettâs (and therefore the Navyâs) flag ship the HMS Lion did not. Instead it hung back, letting individual Man Oâ Wars immediately start the charge without it.
In alarm, Jules ordered her crew to hoist the colors and signal to the rest of the Pirate Lords to attack, as the Flying Dutchman sailed out in front as if to meet the Revolution. Charlie and Merula led the charge in the Phoenix and the Blackbird, firing at will against the Man Oâ Wars in an attempt to hit their stores of ammunition, even as the Navyâs shipsâ superior firepower quickly overwhelmed them, cutting down the smaller ships in the dozens with their cannons.
âCaptain!â said Barnaby from his place at the helm. âWe just lost three more ships -- oh. Make that four!â
Charlieâs eyes narrowed as he racked his brain.
The Man Oâ Wars were too powerful to face head-on -- they just had far too much firepower, compared to their piratesâ fleet --
A mad idea beginning to take root in Charlieâs head, he whirled around toward Samantha OâConnell, whoâd been up in the rigging adjusting sails so that the Phoenix could better avoid the Navyâs cannon fire.
âSignal to the Naga! We need to get closer to that Man Oâ War at the front!â
Samanthaâs mouth dropped open disbelievingly. âCloser? But thatâll only make it easier for them to shoot us down!â
âNot if we divide their attention!â Charlie shot back forcefully.
He ran up to the deck of the ship and leapt onto the railing so he could dangle off the rigging and better talk over the sound of cannon fire.
âWeâre going to do what pirates do best,â said the red-haired pirate captain, shooting a huge, blazing grin up at Samantha, âweâre going to sack and commandeer that Man Oâ War ourselves!â
With some help from Arjun and Aishwarya running interference, Charlie was able to steer the Phoenix up alongside one of the Navyâs ships, called the Clearwater. As mad as Charlieâs idea was, however, it seemed he hadnât been completely off-base -- just as Ben Copper himself had proposed earlier, the Navy had indeed not expected the pirates to try sacking and stealing their ship. Unfortunately to get close enough, the Phoenix ended up directly in the path of the Clearwaterâs cannons, and as the pirates started to board, cannonballs blasted through the air, smashing the Phoenix to pieces.
âABANDON SHIP!â roared Charlie. âALL HANDS TO THE CLEARWATER!â
The pirates all flocked to the rigging and gangplanks to board the Man Oâ War, now their only hope at avoiding the ocean waves. Charlie met up with Barnaby on deck, even as its planks was blasted to pieces.
âIs everyone else off?â demanded Charlie.
âAye, Captain!â said Barnaby.
As splinters of wood and metal shot through the air, Charlie and Barnaby both leapt up into the rigging, preparing to swing across --
Unfortunately, just as they both swung, a cannonball collided squarely with the ringing. In an instant, both men were flung off of the ropes theyâd been holding and into the air, falling toward the water with the weight of stones.
Barnaby, in a purely instinctual move, leaned forward in mid-air and, with all of his strength, shoved Charlie forward just enough that he could clear the hurtle between the two ships.
Charlie ended up colliding harshly with the deck of the Clearwater, his leg collapsing out from under him with an unpleasant CRACK.
âACK!â
With a bellow of pain, the red-haired pirate captain crumpled in on himself, gritting his teeth as he struggled to control his breathing.
âCharlie!â
Samantha chucked a lit grenade right into the side of one of the Navy soldiersâ heads, using the Navy officersâ alarm and the subsequent small explosion as a distraction so she could run over. Bending down, she quickly grabbed hold of his arm to help Charlie to his feet.
âAugh -- â choked Charlie. âMy leg -- I canât...ack!â
Samantha secured her arm around his waist, using a considerable amount of strength to try to hold him up at her side. âHold on -- Iâve got you -- â
Charlie looked up and around, taking in the scene of his men hot in battle with the Navyâs men.
âBarnaby?â
Charlie looked around. His First Mate wasnât there.
Limping badly on his injured leg, Charlie threw himself across the deck to look over. In the ocean between the two ships was an unsettling set of ripples -- as if a body had collided with the water.
âBARNABY!â
âLOOK OUT!â yelled Samantha.
Charlie wouldâve likely thrown himself overboard to try to retrieve his fallen comrade, but he immediately had to yank out his cutlass and defend himself against a Navy soldier whoâd made to attack him. Samantha pulled out her pistols and began shooting, trying to beat the enemy forces back as they descended on the fallen Phoenixâs captain.
Neither Charlie or Samantha saw the second cluster of ripples and bubbles that burbled up from under the surface, nor the gold mermaid tail that briefly flipped up out of the water before disappearing again under the waves.
Nothing turned out as it should. The battle plan Jacob and the pirates had devised hoping to scare the majority of the Man Oâ Wars into surrendering was cut off at the legs. If they released Calypso now, there would be no reason for any of the Navy officers to think that her release was a threat pointed squarely at them. Calypso would certainly have no reason to cooperate, even if Chia Dalma had expressed some favoritism toward Orion and Charlie previously. They were still pirates, and Calypso had no reason to help the kind of people who had trapped her for so long just because they released her, especially since the decision was made out of desperation. The only thing guaranteed by Calypsoâs release would be that the battle would be harder and would likely put everyoneâs lives in even more jeopardy.
Despite this, however, Jules was firm in her conviction. Theyâd made a promise to release Calypso, and more importantly, it was a decision that was already well overdue. Regardless of whether Calypso decided to help them or not, she didnât deserve to stay in bondage.
So despite the hesitance on Jacobâs and the majority of her crewâs faces, Jules fetched the tricorn hat full of the seven Pieces of Eight sheâd been given by the other Pirate Lords -- Orionâs gold hoop earring, Jaeâs copper mun coin, Ellieâs sunflower-engraved pocketwatch, Arjunâs snake-engraved fob seal, Charlieâs âSâ-trimmed anchor button, and Merulaâs jade ring. Then Jules plopped in the eighth that Samantha had fetched from the inside of the Pirate Codex (a cheap copper brooch shaped like a mermaid and scarred over with greenish-white rust), to represent her as Pirate King, and handed the full hat to Chia Dalma before setting the pieces on fire.
âCalypso,â Jules murmured as gently as she could, âI release you from your human bonds.â
The transformation was terrifying. It was little wonder that the process of turning Calypso into a human was described as her âbeing bound in her bones,â for when the goddess was set free of her human form, it was like a foreboding, slow-motion explosion. Chiaâs eye sockets erupted blueish-white light, while her hair and clothes dissolved away into terrible gusts of wind and crashing sea spray. The low, rumbling, earthquake-esque sound that erupted from her could not be contained by her lips, instead coming from her every pore, as she levitated up off the ground, her flesh and blood limbs dangling uselessly in the face of her supernatural essence breaking free of them. Her flesh seemed to melt away, becoming more liquid and blue and white and incorporeal -- until at last, Chia Dalmaâs frame burst open in a violent crash of seawater that for an instant submerged the entire pirate ship.
Jules, Bill, Jacob, and the rest of the crew were suddenly underwater, scrambling to escape so they could breathe. It was only thanks to Ashe that they survived. The merman quickly swam up to the helm and took control of the shipâs steering wheel, chucking it all the way around to tilt the Revolution sharply enough that it forced the ocean wave that had been Calypso back off the side.
Calypso, however, was not just the wave, as the pirates quickly found out. Overhead, there was a horrible rumble of thunder. Within moments, the ocean began to quake under the Revolution and the Flying Dutchman, darkening forebodingly. Somewhere in the distance, Jules could hear a delighted roar, like a triumphant beastâs -- it was Jones, delighted by the liberation of his lover and by the vengeance she would wreck for him.
Rakepick stared up at the darkening sky, her eyes very wide. âThis...this storm -- it canât be -- !â
âOh, but it is.â
The cursed captain whirled on Rakepick, a smirk curling up into his octopus-stained features and a malevolent gleam in his eye.
âAnd now,â he said as he unsheathed his sword, âI fear no consequence oâ this!â
Rakepick cried out in agony as Jones plunged his sword right through the upper-right side of her chest. The privateer-turned-pirate-hunter crumpled up on the base of the stairs, her tricorn hat flying off into the wind. She tried to pull the blade out, but she was pinned down to the deck, unable to move as blood spurted out of her chest like a red flower.
âAugh...augh...â
Satisfied that the woman whoâd so haughtily lorded over him was going to suffer properly before dying, Jones whirled on the rest of his crew with a victorious gleam in his eye.
âLetâs finish dismantling this ship afore us!â he indicated the Revolution, which was sailing up alongside the Flying Dutchman. âThen we can turn our sights toward different prey!â
Out of the blackening sky, a bolt of lightning crashed down, colliding with the ocean a mere twenty feet from the HMS Lion. The threat of fiery white death terrified Beckettâs men. Carewyn struggled to keep them calm, ordering them to weigh anchor so the HMS Lion could join its brothers in the charge. Beckett, however, contradicted her.
âIf we advance, then weâll merely be sailing right into the piratesâ hands,â he said coolly, as he sipped a cup of tea from the helm. âOur other ships are already dismantling them well enough.â
Carewynâs blue eyes flashed. In an oddly harsh move, she brought up a hand and slammed it down on the table, making the china tea set rattle precariously and her fellow Navy men flinch.
âDonât be a fool!â she hissed. âThis isnât some normal storm! Look at the waves youâve sent our ships into! Look at this lightning -- itâs touching the sea itself! This is not an act of God -- this can only be Calypso!â
The rest of the Navyâs crew tensed up at the name. Beckett looked up from his tea, his dark eyes flickering with some interest for the first time.
âCalypso?â he repeated.
âThe Pirate Lords bound her years ago, and now it seems theyâve released her,â said Carewyn fiercely. "We canât stay still, if we hope to evade the wrath of a sea goddess -- â
âBut you believe she can, in fact, be evaded,â said Beckett mildly, putting down his cup on its saucer with a soft clink. âGood. From what I understand, Calypso doesnât particularly like pirates much either...so it seems we can have her do some of our workload for us, if we merely steer clear of her destructive path.â
Carewynâs eyes widened, her pupils narrowing to slits of rage.
âSo you sentence your men to death? You choose to abandon our other ships to the mercy of both the pirates and to a vengeful goddess, in the deluded hope that theyâll destroy each other and leave us be -- ?!â
She didnât even care if her voice was shriller than it shouldâve been, thanks to the emotions that rebelled against her chest.
Beckett got to his feet, stepping right into Carewynâs personal space with a fierce, cold eye.
âOur men know where their loyalty lies -- may you not forget the placement of yours, Admiral!â
Carewyn, however, got right back up in Beckettâs space in return, yanking her pistol out of her belt and pointing it right between his eyes.
All of the soldiers on deck stiffened or let out small, shocked cries. Even Beckett, whose expression did not flinch, raised his eyebrows.
âJust because my soul is no longer mine doesnât mean that I wonât protect my men, Beckett,â Carewyn spat.
Beckettâs eyebrows furrowed over his eyes, which gleamed with cold, stony, foreboding rage.
âYou dare...?â he whispered.
Carewynâs eyes flared with hatred. âThe only leverage you had over me is currently out there, being sent to his death on your orders.â
âYou have nothing left to take from me, Beckett. Iâm already enslaved to Jones, and therefore you. I have no future. I canât do any more good for the others. ...Iâm worthless...â
Carewyn returned her pistol to her belt and turned to her men with a gentler, but still very serious look.
âPrepare to abandon ship, Lieutenant.â
The young Lieutenant whoâd nearly caught Ben the previous night straightened up sharply. âSir?â
âI will not have men who were assigned to this mission lay down their lives fighting a sea goddess,â said Carewyn solemnly. âJust as I donât intend to let the men out there do so. We canât signal to them to retreat from this far-off, but I wonât endanger your lives while I call them back. Tell the men to abandon ship and head for the Swallow...and then do so yourself.â
Despite the firmness of her voice, she knew the gravity of what she was asking of him.
The boyish, uptight Lieutenant looked from the silently seething Beckett to the grim, pale face of his commanding officer, visibly conflicted. Then, his lower lip trembling, he saluted.
â...Yes, sir,â he said weakly.
The young officer and his compatriots reluctantly followed orders and left the helm, leaving Beckett and Carewyn alone.
âYou will regret this most dearly,â Beckett said in a very soft, pitiless voice.
âI only regret that I wasnât able to do it sooner,â Carewyn shot back icily.
âThere will be no safe place to hide from me,â said Beckett. âThe entire world will know who and what you are. I will hunt you down with the might of my Company and the English Crown, until you sit under my heel like a dog.â
Carewyn was reminded of how he spoke to Orion, back on that tiny island -- like he was some pathetic, disgusting cockroach.
âIâm not a coward like you, Beckett -- I have no intention of running and hiding.â
âYou wonât need to hunt me down,â she thought. âI already know I'm trapped.â
She turned her back on Beckett and walked away, shooting coldly back over her shoulder,
âFlee with your life while you still can.â
Once Carewyn was sure that her soldiers had all boarded the jollyboats and were on their way toward the HMS Swallow, she immediately made her way down to the lower deck, to where she knew Ben Copper had set up the explosives from the previous night.
The HMS Lion could not use flags to signal the other ships to fall back, from this distance...but the flagship being in distress would be more than enough for them to come back to try to help.
Carewyn approached the highly flammable barrels of black powder, her jaw set in determination despite the fear and paleness of her face. There was only one way she could make it explode on her own -- and so, with a deep breath and a faintly trembling hand, she slowly slid her loaded pistol from her belt and raised it to point at the barrels.
All of a sudden, Carewyn felt someone grab her from behind. She struggled against the grip as the personâs hands seized her arm, trying to pull it back -- âNo, please -- please, no -- please -- â
The voice made Carewyn freeze where she stood.
It was soft, detached, almost airy, and yet so choked and tense...sheâd never heard that voice sound that way. Not that voice, at least...only a voice much younger, much less confident --
Carewyn slouched immediately.
âOrion?â she breathed.
The Pirate Lordâs shaking hands still clutched at her arm even after her pistol was no longer raised.
âPlease,â he gasped for air, clearly trying to steady his heavy breathing. âPlease -- â
âOrion!â
Carewyn dropped her pistol to the floor with a clatter. She couldnât pull out of his grip, but she tried to turn around to face him. Only managing to make it half-way, she looked up at him, taking in his parted lips and hollow dark eyes, and reached up to take hold of his face.
âOrion...itâs all right...â
Shakily Orion released her arms. Then, very abruptly, he just as quickly grabbed the back of her head with one hand, cradling it almost desperately.
âOrion, breathe,â Carewyn said desperately as she trailed a hand through his dreadlocks to try to comfort him. âBreathe...Iâm here -- Iâm here...â
The pirate closed his eyes. His breathing gradually slowed and quieted as he worked to ground himself.
â...Carewyn...â he murmured against her hair at last, still sounding faintly tense, but much more level again.
Carewynâs chest was so overfull of emotion that her eyes flooded with tears.
âGod, Orion!â she swore.
She placed a short, searing kiss against his lips before pulling away to look at him and tearing into him with anxiety,
âWhat are you doing here!? Youâre going to get yourself killed!â
âI could say the same to you,â said Orion, his much more usual, calmer voice low in his throat with disapproval.
Carewynâs eyes fell down to his shoulder uncomfortably. âI have to signal the rest of the fleet to retreat -- â
âYou neednât sacrifice yourself for that.â
âI canât make this signal any other way!â
âDonât take all of this onto yourself -- â
âItâs the only way I can help now!â Carewyn burst out. Her own hands were shaking now. âI know what you and Jacob were trying to warn me about, Orion, but itâs no use -- I canât just stay off the Dutchman! Jones told me that the contract canât be undone unless I wanted to condemn someone else in my place, and I...I canât do that, Orion! Even if it means I can never make that world I promised for you -- even if it means I can never get Bill and Charlie and Jules their lives back, or protect Jacob and Ashe from the Navy, or even see you again...â
She fiercely tried to hold back her tears even as they blurred her vision.
âMy life isnât worth protecting, if it means I lose you! I canât lose you! Without all of you, thereâs no point to anything, anything I do!â
Orionâs dark eyes were swirling like miniature galaxies as he adjusted his hand on the back of Carewynâs head more securely, tilting it up to try to prompt her to look at him before speaking again.
âCarewyn...will you marry me?â
Carewyn looked up at him like sheâd just gotten a splash of cold water right to the face.
âWhat?â
âWill you marry me?â Orion repeated, undaunted.
Carewynâs mouth hung open in disbelief. Where in the world did this come from?!
âI donât think nowâs the best time!â she said in a weaker, more high-pitched voice than usual.
âNow may be the only time,â said Orion, sounding oddly serious.
Carewyn scanned his face, struggling to understand his thought process.
âOrion...Iâll be part of Jonesâs crew -- there canât be a future for us, even if we -- â
âOn the contrary,â Orion cut her off gently. âWe would only have the freedom to be together, this way.â
Carewynâs eyebrows furrowed. Then, very, very slowly, her blue eyes widened in understanding.
âYouâd be a member of our family,â she whispered.
Orion inclined his head in a nod. âIâd take the Cromwell name, rather than give you mine. That would make it so that Jonesâs conditions could apply to either of us -- and so, if we wished to be together...the one Jones does not take could volunteer to remain with the other, as part of his crew...or, if not...one of us would be free to leave, with the debt still paid.â
Carewyn stared, hardly believing what she was hearing. She clutched at Orionâs shirt with both hands.
âYou...you canât!â she said desperately. âJones is still under Beckettâs command -- if you join Jonesâs crew, you...youâll never be free again! I canât let you enslave yourself to Beckett, not after what he did to you!â
âWhat he did to me...â murmured Orion.
He cradled Carewynâs head as he leaned his forehead against hers so that their noses touched.
âCarewyn...what Beckett did to me was make it so that Iâm no longer able to live a normal life. What he did to me was make it so that the only life I can lead is that of a pirate -- a creature of few friends, adrift on an unfriendly sea. However much Iâve been able to find independence and camaraderie on the high seas, that doesnât mean Iâve ever been truly free. For I was never free to stop being a pirate. I was never free to stop running. I was never free...to return to the island where I first met the girl who would flit in and out of my dreams, like a songbird on the wing...see if she was happy...see if...she even still remembered me...â
Carewynâs eyes widened.
âWhen I met you, I was an orphan with no name or home to call my own,â murmured Orion. âAlthough Iâve since crafted a name for myself...thanks to Beckett, I can never have the second. And even if I somehow ever could...that home would not be complete without you.â
His lips spread into a smile as his dark eyes slowly flooded with tears too.
âThe freedom I want more than anything,â he said, âis the freedom to stay. Perhaps this choice wasnât one we ever wanted to make, and perhaps it will be one weâll have to live with longer than either of us envisioned, but...please...will you let me stay with you?â
Carewyn choked, trying to hold in the storm of emotions beating at the inside of her chest. She covered her face in both hands in a vain attempt to obscure the pain. She could feel Orionâs hand on the back of her head tense slightly, but he made no move to comfort her -- the pirate wasnât entirely sure how, and he didnât know if he should, since he knew heâd unloaded a lot onto her.
At last, Carewyn finally tore her hands away and threw her arms around Orionâs neck, burying her tear-stained face into his chest.
âYes,â she whispered against his neck. â...Yes...â
She placed a feathery kiss to his collarbone.
â...Orion, Iâm...Iâm so sorry...â
Orion mirrored her, bringing his lips into the crook of her neck.
âDonât be,â he said seriously, âfor I am not.â
Carewyn looked up at him, prepared to speak -- but she stilled when her ear caught the sound of a pistol being cocked.
âGET DOWN!â
In an instant, sheâd thrown herself against Orion, knocking him down to the floor just as the bullet whizzed overhead with a loud BANG, just barely missing the barrels of black gunpowder and instead colliding with one of the columns.
Carewyn and Orion both shot up, to find Cutler Beckett standing at the base of the stairs, his stony eyes set ablaze with a kind of hatred Carewyn had never seen.
At the exact same time, the Revolution and the Flying Dutchman were hotly engaged in battle on the rockier, more tempestuous sea. Jules had been firm in not having anyone swing over to the Dutchman until their ship had the upper hand, since she knew her mortal men would be outmatched by men who were already technically dead -- but Jacob, it seemed, had no intention of following her direction. Jones was still aboard the Flying Dutchman, and he had a score to settle with Jones. And so he swung over to the ship of the damned himself to confront its captain.
âAh, Captain Roberts,â sneered Jones. âWelcome aboard.â
âWhere is she!?â he snarled.
Jonesâs dark eyes narrowed coldly. âIf you mean the Admiral, Iâm afraid youâve come to the wrong place. Her enlistment isnât set to begin for another month or so.â
With a roar of fury, Jacob lunged at Jones, hacking at him with his cutlass. The shorter man was very talented with a blade -- it was fortunate, considering he was hotly engaged in battle with someone who couldnât be killed through ordinary means.
âDonât know what youâre intending to do, Jacob Roberts!â spat Jones. âThe contract is not one I can break either! The Admiral will be in my crew, no matter what she or anyone else thinks of the matter -- â
Jacob slashed at Jonesâs beard, slashing off several tentacles. Jones cried out in pain and frustration and when Jacob tried to attack again, Jones seized his arm in his claw, snapping down on it really hard.
âAUGH!â
Jones lifted the smaller man up off the deck by his arm so that he dangled off his feet.
âShe only has her brother to blame for her misfortune,â the captain of the damned said lowly. âYet she somehow has enough grace to not do so.â
Jacobâs face blanched and his slit-like pupils flared with hatred as he fought against Jonesâ grip.
âYou -- argh!â
Jonesâs claw twisted Jacobâs arm painfully, making him drop his sword.
âWere I not a heartless wretch, I would feel remorse, knowing I have to condemn so decent a person,â said Jones.
All of a sudden, out of nowhere, Jones cried out in surprise as a sword was plunged through his back.
It was Bill.
The eldest Weasley knew that the wound wouldnât really hurt Jones (and he was correct), but it was the proper distraction for Jules to jump in from the other side and bring her sword down on Jonesâs claw with enough leverage that he dropped Jacob. The curly-haired pirate captain fell onto the deck, clutching his arm, as Bill yanked his sword back out of Jonesâs back.
âThat is for Carey,â he snarled at Jones.
Jones whirled on Bill with his own cutlass, hacking away at him. Jules rushed to help Bill, while Ashe ran over to Jacobâs side to help him up.
âJack, youâre bleeding -- â
âIâll be fine,â croaked Jacob as he clutched his wounded arm.
Jones fought both Bill and Jules singlehandedly, his cutlass slashing at Bill as his claw snapped at the air sweeping through Julesâs dark hair.
âTell me, William and Juliette Weasley,â he crowed, âdo you fear death?â
âDo you?â
Jones froze. Everybody else on the deck froze. Then, as if as a unit, they slowly turned, to look at Rakepick standing at the foot of the stairs.
The privateer-turned-pirate-hunter had shed her red jacket, leaving her in her blood-stained, high-necked and long-sleeved white undershirt, and her ginger-red hair had come loose of its bun and flapped in the gusting wind like a flag. In her hand was the throbbing, pulsating heart of Davy Jones.
Both Jacob and Bill lunged forward, but Rakepick moved before either of them could. Her dark blue eyes flaring with pure, undiluted hatred upon Jones, she yanked her loaded pistol out of its holster, thrust Jonesâs heart down hard onto the deck, and fired at point-blank range.
BANG.
Jones lurched forward as if he'd been shot in the chest. He choked, his dark eyes going very wide as he struggled to breathe -- then he swayed, suddenly finding himself unable to stand, as his claw shakily clutched the railing of his ship.
Rakepickâs eyes held no compassion whatsoever as she bore down upon the crumpled-up Jones.
âThe Chestâll be doing its work soon enough,â she said very softly. âAs itâs said...âthe Dutchman must have a captain.ââ
Jacob suddenly felt like his hand was on fire. Ripping off the bandages, he stared in disbelief as the Black Spot Jones had given him so long ago seemed to shrink and disappear, leaving his palm completely unscarred.
For the deal Jacob had made was only in effect as long as both he and Jones lived.Â
Jones gasped for air as Rakepick seized him by the collar.
âI would ask if you wished to serve under me -- but I donât want scum like you on my crew. So Iâll instead be kind...and send you to meet your dear Calypso.â
In a heartless move Jacob only knew too well, Rakepick shoved Jones overboard, right off of the Dutchman into the rushing waves.
âNo!â hissed Jacob.
Rakepick turned to Jacob, a cold smirk spreading onto her face. âYou know what this means, then, Black Jack? I suppose I shouldnât be surprised!â
Out of nowhere, Rakepick lurched forward, clutching at her chest, which pulsated with demented, sickly sea-green light. She shrieked in agonizing, hellish pain as her chest ripped itself apart, her own heart molting out of her skin -- the Dead Manâs Chest appeared out of nowhere in a flare of light at her feet -- and it swallowed up the heart that had ripped itself out of her chest before snapping shut.
âWhat -- â gasped Bill, âwhat is -- ?â
âThe one who stabs the Heart,â said Ashe, his face very pale with fury and anxiety, âmust replace it with their own.â
âAnd become the immortal Captain of the Flying Dutchman.â
Rakepick clutched her chest with one hand, her long ginger hair in her face. She breathed heavily as her lips spread little by little into a broad smirk. When she pulled her hand away, the wounds in her chest and in her shoulder had completely sealed up. Even the blood had dissipated.
âIncredible,â she whispered. âI can feel the Dutchman -- the sea -- the creatures of the deep, all responding to my every whim...â
She flung out her arm. In an instant, Jonesâs fallen barnacle-encrusted blade soared into her open hand, and she raised her head, her dark blue eyes devoid of human light or mercy upon Bill, Jacob, Jules, and Ashe as her loosely flying ginger hair seemed to smack the air like tentacles.
âNow I finally have the power I need,â she whispered triumphantly, âthe power to destroy all of you and Cutler Beckett, in one fell swoop!â
#hphm#hogwarts mystery#potc au#au#carewyn cromwell#orion amari#jacob cromwell#bill weasley#charlie weasley#jules farrier#samantha o'connell#arjun singh#aishwarya mehra#jae kim#merula snyde#ellie hopper#patricia rakepick#duncan ashe#finn mcgarry#barnaby lee#sorry to leave you on ANOTHER cliffhanger#oh finn ;-;#don't worry man your ending will have a more bittersweet aftermath I promise#and barnaby ack!!#I know at least *one* of you will know what that fish tail means *smirk*#and percy!! my poor bb boy!! finally coming around!!#and carion!! AAAAHHHH#also rakepick had his heart in her coat pocket all along#when she said she 'couldn't give it to carewyn' it was because she had her own plans for the heart not because she physically couldn't DX#pirates of the caribbean
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