Set Me Free

By Niana

Rating: pg-13 for now, NC-17 for later (I won't be posting that on FF.net when it gets there I'll tell you)

Warnings: Nothing really bad..slash, tho. If you're uncomfortable with a male/male relationship stop right here and go read another fic.

Disclaimer: I own nothing. 'cept a piece of string.

Summary: Okay..In the beginning of the movie we see sweet lil' Will floating around after his ship is attacked by the Black Pearl..but what if Barbossa picked Will up? I've been toying with this fic for a long time, and I'll probably end up reposting this chapter before sending it to Parley.

Go on! Start reading! Go! 'N tell me what you think when you're done! 'Cause I aint gonna post it on Parley with all that wonderful NC-17ness if I don't think that anyone's gonna read it.

   Will Turner lay on his bunk, trying to settle his stomach. No matter how many times he was in one, he just couldn't get used to a storm at sea. His belly always protested at the violent, rolling rock of the ship, and threatened to present the food he had eaten during the day to the floor. At least after he had done this very act of unpleasant presentation once or twice in front of him, Barbossa had let Will rest during storms, and now he was rolling around on his cot below the main deck, trying to get some rest.

   He had been so close this time! So close to leaving his captain in his madness.

But fortunately, Barbossa had been standing right behind him, and had caught him, just when he was about to jump. Unfortunately Will was sure that he couldn't weasel his way out of punishment via kisses or touches, Barbossa had been livid.

   "Get out of the way, boy! The mainsail's come loose!" Will managed to duck a heavy load of canvas and scrambled to stand beside the main cabin Moving swiftly he wove his way through the bodies of his shipmates that were working to pull down the other sails in the storm. He narrowly missed being caught in the neck by a rope flying up to release another sheet of black canvas as he ran up to the bow and looked over the rail, waves rolling over his knees as the ship dipped dangerously into the trough of a huge swell.

// There! I can make that! //

   Will had seen a small merchant ship, also helpless in the squall, It's tall mast stood bare and not very many men were on board. They were obviously just going to ride out the storm, not fight it, just like The Pearl was preparing to do. The five or six sailors on board all had their faces turned towards Will, and the two ships were so close together that Will could see the amazement and fear on their faces; a sighting of the Black Pearl is a forerunner of death!

But not tonight.

That small ship was lucky that The Pearl was just as helpless as they were in this horrid weather: Barbossa would have surely attacked them and sunk their vessel, not only to gain stores of gun powder and the like, but also to uphold their ghastly reputation.

Will climbed over the rail and took a deep breath. // You can make this, Will. Just swim fast, and don't look back. //

Rolling his shoulders back, he swung his body forward and went crashing into the-

    A strong hand grabbed the back of his collar just as he went under.

"Boy! What in Satan's unholy name were you doing?"

 // Shit! What was I thinking? //

Will was lifted bodily into the air and thrown back onboard by a very angry Barbossa.

"Get below deck! I don't want to see yer face until I say ya can come out again! You stupid boy!"

Will got shakily to his feet and was pulled to the main hatch by his ear. Barbossa pushed him down into the dark of the narrow hallway.

 "I'll deal with you later."

    And so, Will was left rolling around on his tiny bunk, all alone in the darkness of the hold, wondering what kind of punishment awaited him.

"Hey sweetheart. Ya lonely?"

Will knew the answer to that question.

"Don't touch me, Dirk."

"Ya know, sweetie, there'll come a day when the Cap'n tires of you. And when that day comes, he'll hand ya right over ta me, so you'd better be nice."

"You and I both know that he won't give me to anyone."

"Well, we'll see. He seems pretty pissed at ya now; maybe today'll be the day. Go on up to his quarters, he's waiting for ya."

   Will rolled over and pushed his blanket off of himself.

 // Great. Fantastic. This is exactly how I want to start my day. //