This is a WIP, Work In Progress. I absolutely HATE doing this, because then I can't go back and change things, but I desperately want to share the story with you, so here it is, nearly complete, but at some point, if I can't get rolling again, it might come to a standstill for a bit.
D/C: PotC is a Disney creation.
D/C 2: Scars of a Fallen Angel is mine.
Warnings: Non-con (Rape!) talked about and a rape scene later on, mentions of sex, slash (m/m pairing), abuse, language, violence, self-harm (cutting, drinking). It's not that bad, but I gotta warn so people don't flame me.
By the ways: There are new characters, one is a main one. His name is Blake. You'll learn about him.
Also, DON'T FLAME ME. It's your own fault if you read it, so don't waste my time telling me it sucks.
Please however, review if you do enjoy it.
Now, please enjoy!
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Here's a recap for those of you who didn't actually read the first one!
Jack and Will are tied to poles under Barbosa's ship. Jack sees whip marks across Will's back, Will explains that he was once caught by the police, but doesn't explain why the marks are of all ages. Barbosa comes in and taunts them. He has a three strapped whip and slashes across Will's chest with it, terrifying the boy and making Jack furious. Jack knows what Barbosa is up to and convinces Will to go with Barbosa when he asks for a 'volunteer'. Barbosa informs Will that he's been deceived and is now going to be his plaything. He sends a shocked and angry Will away and tells Jack that because he deceived his friend, he's going to be thrown to the crew as their toy. However, Jack knew that, which is why he sent Will with Barbosa, figuring, he'd be able to handle the crew better than the boy. Barbosa rapes Will and the crew is killed in Jack's fury when he hears Will's scream. Jack saves a bloodied up Will from Barbosa's Captain's Cabin, killing Barbosa by stabbing him through the heart, with the vulgar man seeing his face of fury as he dies. Will is quiet and shy and Jack feels like it's his fault he didn't get to WIll in time. Jack becomes slightly masochistic even though Will is becoming more comfortable around him and tells him it's not his fault. Jack takes the Pearl toward Port Royale, as to get Will back home to Lizzie, but Will wants to stay with Jack. He feels that the pirate can protect him better than Elizabeth. Jack is falling for WIll but won't admit it to himself, feeling he doesn't deserve it. Will is confused by his feelings and wants to stay with Jack until they're figured out. So, off to Tortuga to find a crew for Captain Jack Sparrow. The Black Pearl holding only the devil Jack and the fallen angel Will Turner.
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There were two men aboard the Black Pearl: Will Turner and Jack Sparrow. Both had escaped Barbosa and his crew, both had been wronged and hid their secrets, but mostly, both were friends. Will had become more comfortable around Jack. He still occasionally was found pacing or avoiding the pirate, but not often. Jack himself was almost always under Will's watch, he could feel the edge on the boy and understood completely. However, he'd had less of a chance to inflict any sort of pain to himself, being always watched, so he'd resorted to clenching his fists when memories overwhelmed him, thus digging his long nails into his skin. He was fairly sure that Will knew he was doing this, but whenever it looked like he'd ask, Jack turned on the cold look in his eyes, therefore scaring Will into silence.
After the first few days at sea, Will had gotten fed up with being told to sleep and not worry about Jack. He practically shoved Jack away from the wheel and ordered him to get some rest. Jack was surprised, but obeyed. The two then fell into a routine of sharing the steering time and sleep. There were luckily no storms, but there were many days with hardly any wind, leaving the men at a standstill with nothing to do but talk. Jack was teaching Will how to do things about the ship and the boy learned quickly. Will didn't speak much anymore, but he wasn't afraid to be in Jack's presence.
"Jack!" Will called from the rail. He was pointing off the side of the ship and leaning over the edge. He had a grin on his face that Jack recognized at once.
"Tortuga?" He guessed.
"I don't know about that, but it's a city of sorts!" Will was watching, as though willing it to draw closer. Jack couldn't help but grin. A breeze picked up in the sails, as though sensing their want to be ashore. They spun the boat and headed toward the land. The ship jerked to a halt as they threw the anchor down into the shallow water and jumped out onto the sands. Will could smell the alcohol already, even though they were on the edge of the town. He shook his head and looked to Jack for guidance.
"We're off to find a crew now. To the bar!" Will followed as Jack strolled flamboyantly through the streets. The place hadn't changed much since the last time they were here together. Drunks littered the streets along with criminals and prostitutes. Will unconsciously stepped closer to Jack as they entered the populated bar. Jack told him to find a table and went to the bartender, trying to charm his way into free drinks. Will felt the hairs raise on his neck as soon as Jack left him. He swallowed and looked around, finding no empty tables.
"Here ya go lad. Ye should learn the fine art of persuasion." he winked at Will and looked around. There was a table in the far corner with only one person. A boy that looked not much older than Will. Jack strode over to him with Will in his wake. This young man had wavy dark blonde hair that fell to his ears, maybe a little longer. His bright green eyes sparkled with deep thought and he was dressed very plainly; a simple white shirt and plain brown slacks with simple dark shoes to match. His shirt fell to his hands and his fingers were long an elegant looking. Jack thought for a moment that the man was much like a lighter version of Will, very innocent looking. In fact, this boy looked quite out of place in a bar. He looked up when Jack sat across the table from him. He glanced at Will standing behind the pirate.
"You're a pirate, aren't you?" He asked in a echo sort of voice. He seemed almost singing, a ringing tone to his words.
"Aye." Jack answered.
"And him?" He asked, looking to Will.
"Aye." Jack said again. "Now, why would a fine lad such as yerself be sitting alone in a pub, not drinking, nor whoring?" He asked with a slight smirk. The blonde had a mug much like Jack's, only full, rather than empty. Will sipped his, almost choking on the vile liquid inside. Jack almost rolled his eyes, but he was trying to rope in this kid at the moment. When the boy said nothing, Jack extended a hand over the table. "Captain Jack Sparrow. From the looks of it, yer lost. Now, it just so happens that we're searching fer a crew o' lost men, such as yerself. Care to join?" The blonde looked between the two for a moment, glanced at his full mug and placed his hand in Jack's firmly.
"Blake Welsch. When do we set sail, Captain?" He smiled a charming smile, dark lips making his teeth look bright. Jack smirked and looked over his shoulder to Will.
"Introduce yerself lad." He pulled Will's arm, bringing him up to the table, rather than shielded behind Jack. Will set his drink down and nodded to Blake.
"Will Turner." He said softly. Blake looked over him for a moment and Will squirmed a little under the gaze. Jack was ready to step in if Blake made Will feel any more uncomfortable.
"William Turner, son of Bill Turner, the pirate?" Blake guessed. Jack cocked an eyebrow and Will looked at him with an untrusting look. "I knew I'd seen you before Captain Jack Sparrow. When I was young, my father was aboard a pirate ship. He wasn't a pirate for long, he was killed for lying to a crew mate and thieving aboard the ship. I remember he brought me aboard once, he introduced me to the crew and the Captain wasn't close, but he pointed him out and said 'That son, is Captain Jack Sparrow. Never forget the name, never cross his path.'" Jack smirked and Will was a bit confused.
"You met my father..." he muttered. Will was still amazed when he met people that knew him, it seemed as though anyone associated with Jack was known. The boy nodded and Jack snagged Will's drink, downing it in one, not that Will minded.
"Ye gonna drink that?" He asked, pointing to the lone mug in front of Blake. He shook his head and Jack happily drank it for him. He stood up, swaying a little and staggered from the noisy bar with the two following, Will closer to Jack than Blake.
It was beginning to really hit Will that Jack was serious. He of course knew that, but now it was slamming him in the face; Will was going to be aboard a ship with a crew of unknown men. He shook a bit and Jack noticed even in his drunkenness. He frowned and stopped short in the middle of the street. Blake was looking curiously at the two, staying smartly silent.
"Welsch," Jack slurred out, keeping his eyes on Will. "Ye know of any sailors here?" He caught the bright green eyes and the boy thought a moment.
"I suppose, but I don't know if they'd want to help." Jack stepped closer to the boy, alcohol smell wafting from his throat, a menacing look in his eye even though he was grinning.
"Tell 'em Jack Sparrow called 'em out, savvy?" The blonde nodded and turned to leave. "Wait, ye don' know where the Pearl is." It was true. Blake turned back. "Follow tha' road," He said pointing ahead of them. "Till it comes out on the beach. She ain't at a dock." The young man nodded and left, skimming through the crowd looking for certain people. Jack turned back to Will, who was staring at the ground. Jack touched his shoulder gently, noticing that he tensed slightly. "Listen, I won't let anyone hurt ye. Ye can even share a room with me if ye be wanting to." Will nodded silently and went to staring at the surrounding area.
"There's something about that guy that he's hiding." Will said quietly as they headed back to the Pearl.
"Aye, but we're all hidin' something, are we not?"
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What do you think?
Blake will not be a quiet boy for long...
Tell me what you think! I'm tired, so I hope I didn't screw anything up. haha.