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Log: Complete
When; When Tia returned from speaking with Davy
Rating; PG
Characters; Jack Sparrow and Tia Dalma
Summary; When Jack thought Tia had gone to The Flying Dutchman to talk Jones out of his deals with Jack or to make deals in his name, the pirate went a little over the edge. When she returned, she had to explain some things and pick up the pieces.
Log;
Tia Dalma: Meeting with Davy had not gone how Tia had imagined - of course, she had imagined so many different things, none of which she thought were plausible, that this did not surprise her. It left her in an oddly anxious state, because she was a woman who did not like to embrace the past, especially her own. She lived to live, to experience new things and learn new things about the world. To collect a vast empire of knowledge... which did mean to inspect the past, but not like this. Not face to face with a monster who had cast aside his soul for being scorned. 'No one can hold the sea in their grasp, Davy Jones', she thought to herself, 'You be knowing that too well.'
It was eerily silent back on the Black Swann, the ship's semblance of a crew having apparently evacuated to escape the wrath of their captain... who was still down below, and still seething, she could tell. His magic was was not the sort that should be able to protect anyone from mortal danger, but he went about it with all the force of his soul, and that made it powerful. It was, as she'd thought before, a touching thing, but dangerous to think on. Tia raised one hand to his cabin door and knocked softly, awaiting the response.
Jack Sparrow: Jack had heard the Dutchman's approach. He knew that Tia was returning. Either that, or Jones had decided to come for him. He was ready for either. He'd been ready for some time; on the floor of his quarters and staring down at Jones' heart, surrounded in the chalk, brick dust, and shell of his veves and wards. Jack had been making pleas to gods he barely understood.
He heard the knock and tossed the knife into the deck boards a last time, the 'thunk' sounding loudly and leaving the blade to stand in the wood only an inch from the heart. He rose to his feet and pulled the door open only a crack to peer out. "Oh good...you've come back. Thought it might be Jones ... or someone I'd made promise to kill if they knocked again. I've made several of those today...hard to keep track of." He stepped away, allowing the door to be opened completely and stood before Tia. Wearing nothing but his breeches and bandana along with the black and white markings he'd added to his skin; Jack was drunk, crazed and under his relief...angry.
Tia Dalma: Tia expected Jack to be upset, but the sight of him - and feel of him - told her he had taken an interesting turn while she'd gone out. Had she miscalculated how her actions would affect him? "Yes, I be back," she said, sounding tired. "Jack... I not go to stop your deal. I had something that had to be done."
Jack Sparrow: Hs brows arches and he breathed a scoffing laugh as he climbed up to sit on his desk and reclaim the rum bottle he'd been most recently emptying. "Oh, so I see... And what is it needed doing so badly? Hmm?... If not some renegotiation of the terms of my own deal with the man, what thing of such dire importance is it you needed with the man who killed me? Who would do so again and worse?... I'm deeply curious." Jack's eyes didn't quite focus as he tilted his head down to give her a solemn and grave look. He brought the bottle to his lips, drinking as he awaited his answers. Free of the alcohol and the opium, he would have thought better of saying such things.
Tia Dalma: Tia closed the door behind her after stepping inside Jack's quarters - but then stopped, and turned to face him, eyes cold. "Not everything be about you, Jack Sparrow," she said. "What I do be my business, and maybe I share knowledge of it with you, if you be of a sober mind. Go, make your deals, I know you not listen to my advice." She turned back to the door.
Jack Sparrow: "Tha's it...leave me with no clue and scared...and still I get no aswers?" He scowled, as much at himself as at the woman making her way from his room. Jack had wanted to hurt her for making him worry, but he had not wanted her to be hurt in the end. It was all very complicated and made sense somehow in the haze before she had returned. "I'm sober enough... And I'll listen, but you know I can't follow... Without the Pearl.... it was all for nothing. Everything is meaningless... " The idea that this was not all about him rolled around in Jack's head for a while. If not him, than what? "What other business...what else was there for you to ask of him? ... Tia, please..." He leaned forward on his perch, swaying until he grabbed the edge of the desk to keep from toppling.
Tia Dalma: She stood for a long moment at the door, hand raised to open it and leave... she could just go, leave him, and dissappear until someone needed her and made an effort to seek her out... surely there was enough to keep her occupied in the City. The idea of explaining her connection to Jones made her uncomfortable enough to see leaving all these people here a viable option. She cursed herself, but turned back, making her way slowly to stand before Jack, wondering if he would even remember her explanation after he slept it off.
"I ask nothing of him," she said. "I go to see for myself his curse."
Jack Sparrow: Jack had the dimmest hope that he'd be able to stop her leaving. When he succeeded, he was very pleased with himself and wore that pride right until she spoke. His expression then fell a bit and he tilted his head in confusion.
"Oh? ... I suppose it could be rather charming in the right light...and if you had a fondness for the horrifying..." His brow furrowed as he struggled to puzzle out why any woman, even Tia Dalma, would wish to see such a thing.
Tia Dalma: Tia couldn't suppress a recoil at the suggestion that Davy's mutations could be charming, even in jest. She moved to look out of a window, pulling her shawl tight around her as if to keep out the cold, even though it was quite warm in Jack's quarters.
"His curse be brought on himself because of a woman," said Tia, "and what woman? Every woman who think one day, 'This man not be for me' - for a man he once was - be a candidate for this curse. Not all women know what be his life, now, not all women have such a chance to go and look into his eyes and think, 'That be the last of him soul, in him eyes.' But him without a soul, now. The eyes too will fade, soon."
Jack Sparrow: She had told him already that it was for the love of a woman that Jones tore out his heart. So many others had always said it was for love of the sea, but Jack knew better. The sea could be cruel and it could ruin a man, but the sea would never reject you. The sea never needed to love you in return. Jack knew all of these things. So why was Tia telling him again? The parts of his brain left functional worked at the ideas and came up with solutions, but they were answers he didn't want.
"What are you getting at?... I don't understand." He wished he didn't.
Tia Dalma: Tia was tired, and didn't want to talk about this any longer. This sort of secret had been long silenced - perhaps she could have kept it longer had she not gone to see Jones, but she had to. She had to see him and speak with him, even if it was pointless and futile, or her mind wouldn't let her alone. Couldn't she have gone in secret? ... Not in this place. Nothing was hidden, here. She was well aware that such thoughts were revolting to others - she had no doubt that those who she counted as friends would not want to be near her, because they would not understand, and not want to accept it. She did not think even Jack would get past the thoughts this revelation was inspiring.
"You understand."
Tia turned to face him, and met his eyes. "You understand, Jack Sparrow. What you do with this understanding? If you be casting me out, do it now."
Jack Sparrow: He didn't know what to say. There was no right thing, no clever answer. Jack simply stared at her, mouth agape, for several long moments. Occasionally his mouth would move like a fish tossed on deck, but no sound came. How? Why? Why with Jones? And if she did that to him, then what was Jack risking...
He shook his head and willed his thoughts together as best he could. "How long ago? ... Did you? .. do that, I mean. To him. Make him what he is. ... Why? God.... I... Why?! And why have you never bloody told me this before?!"
Tia Dalma: For a moment, Tia looks like any woman might, hurt and ashamed, fragile. Easily broken and swayed by mens opinions. "Why would I tell you? Why would I want to speak of this?" But it's gone, and she withdraws in on herself once more, leaving only coldness.
"Long ago. I did nothing. He bring it on himself. I wanted to see how bad it truly was, how fargone him soul be. Just to know how foolish him be."
Jack Sparrow: Pouting may not have helped much, but it's the only defense Jack could come up with. The gears were running on slow, you see. So there was pouting. "I think maybe I would've liked to know, is all..."
No...surely he hadn't done anything wrong. It's Tia who had an unthinkable relationship with whatever sort of ugly brute Jones had been before the curse. "All men are foolish. It's what women like about us, they just don't want to admit it... Not every day it earns him an eternity on a cursed ship, though. That's very special. You should be proud." Wait..that may have been wrong. Oh bugger.
Tia Dalma: Tia shook her head, almost laughing. Leave it to Jack to come up with a response like that... well, he was quite drunk. "Maybe so," she said, "But women stop liking foolishness after some time, especially when it concerns them." She sighed. "You understand... freedom. I may love a man, but what sort of love would we have if they want to own me? No matter the love, they not be someone I can stay with if they want me as a prisoner, only for them. If they not understhand that, and their love become possession... Be no fault of mine, if the options are to save a man from his own madness and give up my own self."
Jack Sparrow: Now it was all laid out in words Jack could more than understand. Terms he lived by and rules he held to. Freedom in favor over any form of confinement. "I suppose, then, that I should count myself lucky... Women are more clever. They only find cause to strike me on our next meeting...not tear out vital bits and turn to a cursed life of enslaving the souls of men." Though some, he would ague, had that vocation before he met them. They simply lacked a ship. The pirate still felt lied to and jealous, but there was sense to it now. "So...how was your visit with the good Captain?"
Tia Dalma: "Bad," she said honestly. "He not want to be seeing me, but want to be seeing me - even without him heart, he feel something. I .. remember him before he lose him humanity... be a shock something awful." Tia slid down into a chair and pulled off her shawl, folding it absently in her lap. "No one knows of this, Jack. It another life for me, another time. It not who I am, it not ever be again. But here, in this place, I had to see..." she closed her eyes tight for a moment, and opened them again, with another small sigh. "Like him haunting me, haunting me for not becoming him slave."
Jack Sparrow: "That would make two of us, then." Jack grinned and hoped it helped, because he was really getting quite near curling up and going to sleep on the desk. It had been a long day and this conversation was even more exhausting. "Though...I suppose you at least lacked a proper contract." He looked at Tia, frowned a moment, and then passed the rum towards her. Surely, this was a sadness drink could cure. "Sometimes it's better just to leave the past behind...even when it makes to chase you, luv."
Tia Dalma: Tia stood so she could take the bottle, and took a long drink. Oh, intoxication seemed a fantastic idea. She shoo'd Jack toward his bed, because she could see he was getting ready to pass out. "Why he not fall for a ship," she complained mildly, her anxiety fading away like everything else. Tia was easy-going, her poor moods lifting easily after she'd gotten them out. In her youth she would remain angry or sad for days and days, her unfocused wrath a thing of terror. But now... she was tired. Davy was an itchy scab on her soul, but not a fatal wound, annoying her but nothing more. It was a painful world of memory to bring up, but once it was up, it melted away with the tide.
Jack Sparrow: "Ah...true. Though, a ship tends to leave you as well, I've found." He frowned a bit, partly from the mention of his obsession and partly because it's very true, and he misses his ship. The shooing was noted and Jack slid down awkwardly from the desk and staggered towards his berth. "Not all forgiven you know...but... 'm tired...and he's an idiot...and..." He flopped onto the mattress, curling up and raising a hand to signal there was more to come. "Might want t'do something with the thump-thump..."
Tia Dalma: Tia sat on the edge of his bed gingerly, not knowing if her company, even innocently, would be welcome after such a revelation - but she would stay regardless, because at the very least, the things he had been dabbling in needed to be cleaned up in proper order. "I not be touching that thing," she said. "You keep it close, 'lest you be needing it.."
Jack Sparrow: He chuckled and rolled over to face her. "Alright... it stays there for now. Hidden again in the morning.... " Jack reached up and tugged at her sleeve to pull her down upon the bed a bit more. "Keep me warm... s'cold..." He rolled over again, confident that he'd made his wants clear. "...'m nothing like him..." It was only a fragment of a conversation going on in Jack's head. If Tia was with Jones, than Jack had that much in common with the man. This left him to wonder if there was more. He hoped there was not. "...don't want to own you. ... nor belong to you..." Except that, in a way, he did and that was always what drew him in. She was like the sea, and the sea and his ship were all Jack would ever let himself belong to.
Tia Dalma: Tia sank down next to him, curling about him on one side and reaching to stroke his shoulder. "I know, Jack." She pressed a small kiss to his shoulder. He was such a unique spirit. If he asked, she would tell him that he was a little like Jones, but not in ways that defined them as people. She knew that she could care deeply for Jack, and he could care deeply for her, and he would never try to hurt her, cage her, or use her. He was one of the few beings she could trust.
Jack Sparrow: If he were to use her, it would be carefully and he would not expect forgiveness. The idea was always there, but it was like a self-destruct button: something Jack knew he could use but never intended to. For now, warming his bed and keeping away the ticking and the sadness was all he needed from Tia. He would do the same in return and all was fair. For now...he slept and was comforted.
Rating; PG
Characters; Jack Sparrow and Tia Dalma
Summary; When Jack thought Tia had gone to The Flying Dutchman to talk Jones out of his deals with Jack or to make deals in his name, the pirate went a little over the edge. When she returned, she had to explain some things and pick up the pieces.
Log;
Tia Dalma: Meeting with Davy had not gone how Tia had imagined - of course, she had imagined so many different things, none of which she thought were plausible, that this did not surprise her. It left her in an oddly anxious state, because she was a woman who did not like to embrace the past, especially her own. She lived to live, to experience new things and learn new things about the world. To collect a vast empire of knowledge... which did mean to inspect the past, but not like this. Not face to face with a monster who had cast aside his soul for being scorned. 'No one can hold the sea in their grasp, Davy Jones', she thought to herself, 'You be knowing that too well.'
It was eerily silent back on the Black Swann, the ship's semblance of a crew having apparently evacuated to escape the wrath of their captain... who was still down below, and still seething, she could tell. His magic was was not the sort that should be able to protect anyone from mortal danger, but he went about it with all the force of his soul, and that made it powerful. It was, as she'd thought before, a touching thing, but dangerous to think on. Tia raised one hand to his cabin door and knocked softly, awaiting the response.
Jack Sparrow: Jack had heard the Dutchman's approach. He knew that Tia was returning. Either that, or Jones had decided to come for him. He was ready for either. He'd been ready for some time; on the floor of his quarters and staring down at Jones' heart, surrounded in the chalk, brick dust, and shell of his veves and wards. Jack had been making pleas to gods he barely understood.
He heard the knock and tossed the knife into the deck boards a last time, the 'thunk' sounding loudly and leaving the blade to stand in the wood only an inch from the heart. He rose to his feet and pulled the door open only a crack to peer out. "Oh good...you've come back. Thought it might be Jones ... or someone I'd made promise to kill if they knocked again. I've made several of those today...hard to keep track of." He stepped away, allowing the door to be opened completely and stood before Tia. Wearing nothing but his breeches and bandana along with the black and white markings he'd added to his skin; Jack was drunk, crazed and under his relief...angry.
Tia Dalma: Tia expected Jack to be upset, but the sight of him - and feel of him - told her he had taken an interesting turn while she'd gone out. Had she miscalculated how her actions would affect him? "Yes, I be back," she said, sounding tired. "Jack... I not go to stop your deal. I had something that had to be done."
Jack Sparrow: Hs brows arches and he breathed a scoffing laugh as he climbed up to sit on his desk and reclaim the rum bottle he'd been most recently emptying. "Oh, so I see... And what is it needed doing so badly? Hmm?... If not some renegotiation of the terms of my own deal with the man, what thing of such dire importance is it you needed with the man who killed me? Who would do so again and worse?... I'm deeply curious." Jack's eyes didn't quite focus as he tilted his head down to give her a solemn and grave look. He brought the bottle to his lips, drinking as he awaited his answers. Free of the alcohol and the opium, he would have thought better of saying such things.
Tia Dalma: Tia closed the door behind her after stepping inside Jack's quarters - but then stopped, and turned to face him, eyes cold. "Not everything be about you, Jack Sparrow," she said. "What I do be my business, and maybe I share knowledge of it with you, if you be of a sober mind. Go, make your deals, I know you not listen to my advice." She turned back to the door.
Jack Sparrow: "Tha's it...leave me with no clue and scared...and still I get no aswers?" He scowled, as much at himself as at the woman making her way from his room. Jack had wanted to hurt her for making him worry, but he had not wanted her to be hurt in the end. It was all very complicated and made sense somehow in the haze before she had returned. "I'm sober enough... And I'll listen, but you know I can't follow... Without the Pearl.... it was all for nothing. Everything is meaningless... " The idea that this was not all about him rolled around in Jack's head for a while. If not him, than what? "What other business...what else was there for you to ask of him? ... Tia, please..." He leaned forward on his perch, swaying until he grabbed the edge of the desk to keep from toppling.
Tia Dalma: She stood for a long moment at the door, hand raised to open it and leave... she could just go, leave him, and dissappear until someone needed her and made an effort to seek her out... surely there was enough to keep her occupied in the City. The idea of explaining her connection to Jones made her uncomfortable enough to see leaving all these people here a viable option. She cursed herself, but turned back, making her way slowly to stand before Jack, wondering if he would even remember her explanation after he slept it off.
"I ask nothing of him," she said. "I go to see for myself his curse."
Jack Sparrow: Jack had the dimmest hope that he'd be able to stop her leaving. When he succeeded, he was very pleased with himself and wore that pride right until she spoke. His expression then fell a bit and he tilted his head in confusion.
"Oh? ... I suppose it could be rather charming in the right light...and if you had a fondness for the horrifying..." His brow furrowed as he struggled to puzzle out why any woman, even Tia Dalma, would wish to see such a thing.
Tia Dalma: Tia couldn't suppress a recoil at the suggestion that Davy's mutations could be charming, even in jest. She moved to look out of a window, pulling her shawl tight around her as if to keep out the cold, even though it was quite warm in Jack's quarters.
"His curse be brought on himself because of a woman," said Tia, "and what woman? Every woman who think one day, 'This man not be for me' - for a man he once was - be a candidate for this curse. Not all women know what be his life, now, not all women have such a chance to go and look into his eyes and think, 'That be the last of him soul, in him eyes.' But him without a soul, now. The eyes too will fade, soon."
Jack Sparrow: She had told him already that it was for the love of a woman that Jones tore out his heart. So many others had always said it was for love of the sea, but Jack knew better. The sea could be cruel and it could ruin a man, but the sea would never reject you. The sea never needed to love you in return. Jack knew all of these things. So why was Tia telling him again? The parts of his brain left functional worked at the ideas and came up with solutions, but they were answers he didn't want.
"What are you getting at?... I don't understand." He wished he didn't.
Tia Dalma: Tia was tired, and didn't want to talk about this any longer. This sort of secret had been long silenced - perhaps she could have kept it longer had she not gone to see Jones, but she had to. She had to see him and speak with him, even if it was pointless and futile, or her mind wouldn't let her alone. Couldn't she have gone in secret? ... Not in this place. Nothing was hidden, here. She was well aware that such thoughts were revolting to others - she had no doubt that those who she counted as friends would not want to be near her, because they would not understand, and not want to accept it. She did not think even Jack would get past the thoughts this revelation was inspiring.
"You understand."
Tia turned to face him, and met his eyes. "You understand, Jack Sparrow. What you do with this understanding? If you be casting me out, do it now."
Jack Sparrow: He didn't know what to say. There was no right thing, no clever answer. Jack simply stared at her, mouth agape, for several long moments. Occasionally his mouth would move like a fish tossed on deck, but no sound came. How? Why? Why with Jones? And if she did that to him, then what was Jack risking...
He shook his head and willed his thoughts together as best he could. "How long ago? ... Did you? .. do that, I mean. To him. Make him what he is. ... Why? God.... I... Why?! And why have you never bloody told me this before?!"
Tia Dalma: For a moment, Tia looks like any woman might, hurt and ashamed, fragile. Easily broken and swayed by mens opinions. "Why would I tell you? Why would I want to speak of this?" But it's gone, and she withdraws in on herself once more, leaving only coldness.
"Long ago. I did nothing. He bring it on himself. I wanted to see how bad it truly was, how fargone him soul be. Just to know how foolish him be."
Jack Sparrow: Pouting may not have helped much, but it's the only defense Jack could come up with. The gears were running on slow, you see. So there was pouting. "I think maybe I would've liked to know, is all..."
No...surely he hadn't done anything wrong. It's Tia who had an unthinkable relationship with whatever sort of ugly brute Jones had been before the curse. "All men are foolish. It's what women like about us, they just don't want to admit it... Not every day it earns him an eternity on a cursed ship, though. That's very special. You should be proud." Wait..that may have been wrong. Oh bugger.
Tia Dalma: Tia shook her head, almost laughing. Leave it to Jack to come up with a response like that... well, he was quite drunk. "Maybe so," she said, "But women stop liking foolishness after some time, especially when it concerns them." She sighed. "You understand... freedom. I may love a man, but what sort of love would we have if they want to own me? No matter the love, they not be someone I can stay with if they want me as a prisoner, only for them. If they not understhand that, and their love become possession... Be no fault of mine, if the options are to save a man from his own madness and give up my own self."
Jack Sparrow: Now it was all laid out in words Jack could more than understand. Terms he lived by and rules he held to. Freedom in favor over any form of confinement. "I suppose, then, that I should count myself lucky... Women are more clever. They only find cause to strike me on our next meeting...not tear out vital bits and turn to a cursed life of enslaving the souls of men." Though some, he would ague, had that vocation before he met them. They simply lacked a ship. The pirate still felt lied to and jealous, but there was sense to it now. "So...how was your visit with the good Captain?"
Tia Dalma: "Bad," she said honestly. "He not want to be seeing me, but want to be seeing me - even without him heart, he feel something. I .. remember him before he lose him humanity... be a shock something awful." Tia slid down into a chair and pulled off her shawl, folding it absently in her lap. "No one knows of this, Jack. It another life for me, another time. It not who I am, it not ever be again. But here, in this place, I had to see..." she closed her eyes tight for a moment, and opened them again, with another small sigh. "Like him haunting me, haunting me for not becoming him slave."
Jack Sparrow: "That would make two of us, then." Jack grinned and hoped it helped, because he was really getting quite near curling up and going to sleep on the desk. It had been a long day and this conversation was even more exhausting. "Though...I suppose you at least lacked a proper contract." He looked at Tia, frowned a moment, and then passed the rum towards her. Surely, this was a sadness drink could cure. "Sometimes it's better just to leave the past behind...even when it makes to chase you, luv."
Tia Dalma: Tia stood so she could take the bottle, and took a long drink. Oh, intoxication seemed a fantastic idea. She shoo'd Jack toward his bed, because she could see he was getting ready to pass out. "Why he not fall for a ship," she complained mildly, her anxiety fading away like everything else. Tia was easy-going, her poor moods lifting easily after she'd gotten them out. In her youth she would remain angry or sad for days and days, her unfocused wrath a thing of terror. But now... she was tired. Davy was an itchy scab on her soul, but not a fatal wound, annoying her but nothing more. It was a painful world of memory to bring up, but once it was up, it melted away with the tide.
Jack Sparrow: "Ah...true. Though, a ship tends to leave you as well, I've found." He frowned a bit, partly from the mention of his obsession and partly because it's very true, and he misses his ship. The shooing was noted and Jack slid down awkwardly from the desk and staggered towards his berth. "Not all forgiven you know...but... 'm tired...and he's an idiot...and..." He flopped onto the mattress, curling up and raising a hand to signal there was more to come. "Might want t'do something with the thump-thump..."
Tia Dalma: Tia sat on the edge of his bed gingerly, not knowing if her company, even innocently, would be welcome after such a revelation - but she would stay regardless, because at the very least, the things he had been dabbling in needed to be cleaned up in proper order. "I not be touching that thing," she said. "You keep it close, 'lest you be needing it.."
Jack Sparrow: He chuckled and rolled over to face her. "Alright... it stays there for now. Hidden again in the morning.... " Jack reached up and tugged at her sleeve to pull her down upon the bed a bit more. "Keep me warm... s'cold..." He rolled over again, confident that he'd made his wants clear. "...'m nothing like him..." It was only a fragment of a conversation going on in Jack's head. If Tia was with Jones, than Jack had that much in common with the man. This left him to wonder if there was more. He hoped there was not. "...don't want to own you. ... nor belong to you..." Except that, in a way, he did and that was always what drew him in. She was like the sea, and the sea and his ship were all Jack would ever let himself belong to.
Tia Dalma: Tia sank down next to him, curling about him on one side and reaching to stroke his shoulder. "I know, Jack." She pressed a small kiss to his shoulder. He was such a unique spirit. If he asked, she would tell him that he was a little like Jones, but not in ways that defined them as people. She knew that she could care deeply for Jack, and he could care deeply for her, and he would never try to hurt her, cage her, or use her. He was one of the few beings she could trust.
Jack Sparrow: If he were to use her, it would be carefully and he would not expect forgiveness. The idea was always there, but it was like a self-destruct button: something Jack knew he could use but never intended to. For now, warming his bed and keeping away the ticking and the sadness was all he needed from Tia. He would do the same in return and all was fair. For now...he slept and was comforted.