Dead Man's Sea (PJO & POTC)

Do You Fear Death?

*The bold means it's in Greek*

Marina leans against the mast of the ship, eyes on the sky. Her posture is relaxed but not prone. Will imagines if anyone were to attack her she'd easily be ready. It didn't take long for Will to find her. Marina has taken up her usual residence in the crow's nest. It's a beautiful night, hot with a gentle breeze. The sky is littered with bright stars. "What are you doing up here?" He questions. His voice is barely above a whisper. It's as if he doesn't want to disturb the tranquility she has found despite the ruckus of the bumbling pirates down below.

She offers him a small smile. "The stars are out tonight," she responds. He returns her smile. Ever since they were children, she'd loved the stars. He doesn't know why, but he never denied her when she dragged him to the highest mountain in Port Royal to gaze at them until the night surrendered to the dawn. "Have you said hello?" he questions, amused. It is another one of her traditions, which she never explained. 

There is a brief glimmer of pain in her eyes. It's gone before he can fully read it. "What's wrong?" He questions softly. He leans next to her. She smells like the sea. "Nothing," Marina replies. He gives her a look that suggests he doesn't believe her. "I'm fine. Homesick I guess," Her answer is filled with sadness and longing.

It breaks Will's heart to hear it. Gently he wraps an arm around her and presses her against his side. "I know how you feel. We'll be home soon. Try not to worry too much." He lets his gaze drop to where she is fiddling with her clay necklace. "You never told me what those beads mean," He prompts. She looks down at her necklace and sighs. "They're stories from my childhood," she says. Her tone is wistful and her gaze becomes distant. 

He takes a moment to study her. She'd lost weight in the months of wedding planning. Will ignores the painful stab in his heart. Despite his, Elizabeth's, and the governor's attempts they couldn't stop it. The fact troubled him. What good was he if he couldn't protect her? She was always there for him. His sister in everything but blood. Ever since Beckett's arrival, she had an ashen look to her. Not that Will could blame her. Beckett is not a nice man to deal with on the best of days.

 Interrupting Will's wedding and threatening to hang Elizabeth was not the best of days. A shiver runs down his spine. Then anger. Fiery and all-consuming blooms. The bastard had interrupted his wedding and threatened the life of his soon-to-be wife. Not to mention he was alone with Marina.

Will glares at the ring on her finger. "Marina, what did you say to Beckett?" He questions. He tries to keep his tone light but the venom behind each word fools no one. "There is nothing left for you in Port Royal," she responds, still distant. He faces her fully. "What do you mean?" She shakes her head. "Marina, what are you talking about? Has Beckett killed Elizabeth?" She shakes her head again. When she looks at him her eyes are full of tears. "Elizabeth is fine. You'll have to run with her. Far away. Live as pirates. Don't go back. He'll kill you if you go back," despite the tears her voice is unwavering. It sends shivers down his spine as if someone had run a knife along his back. 

"Beckett? I have to go back for Elizabeth and what of you? What of Jack?" 

"Elizabeth is already out. She'll be in Tortuga when we-" She falters. Her eyes widened in horror. "Don't make a deal with him. Please, please," She begs. Will wraps his arms around her as she buries her face in his chest. "It'll be ok. Who shouldn't I make a deal with?" Will soothes. She heaves a great sob before answering him. "Davy Jones. He's," She hesitates. "He's cruel and you are so kind. He will burn the heart out of you. I can't watch that happen. It's happened once, please don't make me watch it again."

"I won't make a deal with Davy Jones. Please don't worry about me. I can take care of myself," Will responds. He runs his hand up and down her back. "What's brought this on? Looking for the Flying Dutchmen? I'll be fine," He says gently. She looks up at him. In that moment it strikes him how young she is. Her eyes are rid-rimmed and her face lacks the usual sharp angles. The puffiness makes her look childlike. The child she is. He wipes some of her tears. Her eyes are glistening, the usual knowingness gone from them. "Marina tell me what is the matter?" Will asks for the third time.