Title: Promotion
Author: WickedRum
Disclaimer: I have no right to use these characters, Disney does. This is mainly for my own pleasance. I also used one of my favorite lines from Charmed, with all the implications of it.
Summary/Set: closely post AWE. Barbossa searches for Jack and his maps.
Rating: NC 17 for aggression and implied slash.
Pairing: I wouldn't say it's Sparrossa, but there are some mild connotations. Sparrabeth too, of course, can't leave that out.
Genre: simply and purely my usual hurt/comfort, eventually that is.
Barbossa wasn't delighted, not delighted at all, to say the least. To suggest he was royally pissed would be an understatement too. The constant wish to strange Jack would be more like it. He hardly uttered a word since he noticed the map's disappearance other than hissing some orders along with some not so chosen words and his new crew stayed as clear of him as it was possible under the circumstances. Barbossa's reputation was frightening as it was, but now with his constant gruff mood and inclination to be on deck so he can act quickly in case they've spotted something of interest he was adding some to the fable about his obsessional personality. So when after three weeks of hunting to find a little dinghy he was told that Sparrow's colors have been spotted right on the bow, just off the coast of Samana Cay, Barbossa gave the orders for the Pearl to head straight at the small boat full speed and crush it into pieces.
"Yer late, mate," the man in the dinghy said and stood motionless for a while facing the menacing hull of the Black Pearl approaching. It's not that Jack wasn't aware of Barbossa's intentions, but his plan was to jump at the last moment, diving in head first and get out of sight under water. Then he would climb onto the Pearl on his own later, hopefully unnoticed, rather than getting hauled out by his enemy's men. He challenged his old first mate with the look in his eyes for the short while this was possible, his smug displaying an air of authority in the face of danger and one of his greatest enemies. He dared him to touch him with a sudden sparkle of the eyes and then it was time for action. He leaped into the depths like a bullet and set off right under the ship to surface at the other side, hanging on to a rope. He was out of sight there from deck, Barbossa can send him men searching the water as much as he wants, even on that side, he'd just go under, he could do it, advantages to being keelhauled as a young pirate, you'd not be afraid of such things.
Barbossa ordered six men into the water and stumped below deck. He's never been such a good swimmer as Jack, but if he would've been he'd be on the other side of the ship now, right at the water line. No way he'd let Jack away with it this time. He popped his neck out one of the portholes, and there he was, with his back to him. All he had to do was give Jack a strong pull by one of his belts. He surprised the younger priate tugging him through the opening rough, "trying to outfox me Jack? No chance, none of yer old crew's around, got rid of everyone with a tad a loyalty to ye," he intonated in such a way it almost sounded like a self certain song.
Jack struggled his way round out the grip to face him to find a cutlass directed at his neck, but he still managed to put in a good kick at the intimate parts of the other man's anatomy, gaining time so he can draw his own blade, his pistol probably being too wet to work.
"Want to try yer luck?" A new voice was heard from behind him and a man he had never seen before with shoulder length blond hair and piercing sea colored blue eyes, carrying a cutlass came forward. About five others followed, armed with various weapons from machetes to hammers.
"Miscalculating yer position, Jack?" Barbossa found his voice, "here be me partner Vladimir of the Caspian, he's like a pirate lord, but on the vast unmapped areas of Asia on land."
"Captain Jack Sparrow," the younger captain introduced himself.
"And did I mention he was immortal and be wanting his maps back once and for all?" Barbossa continued.
Cornered all around, with the porthole cut off from him, Jack did know when to lower his sword. Not that he would've wanted to flee anyway, he was where he wanted to be, bar a couple of predicaments in the way, namely Barbossa and this new, or more like it very old chap. "That's riveting, but are ye sure they're friends? Cause ye don't want to be wasting good rum on so called friends that turn on ye when ye show them certain maps of any treasure, do ye?"
"Search him," Barbossa ordered.
Jack only pulled back a little when hands patted him all over and didn't resist when his pistol and cutlass was taken off him either. Then, the men assumed their positions directing their various weapons at him.
"Do ye think I'd carry me leverage wit me?" Jack asked airily.
"Come on Jack, ye want to make me maroon ye? Have ye had no enough of that? Where's the map?"
"At the safest place I can think of."
"Mayhap not as safe as you want it to be?" Vladimir stepped to him, ripped his compass out his belt and looked at where it pointed, seemingly aware of the way the unique instrument worked. He was satisfied with the result, "Barbossa, our course is taking us south east," he concluded, "Dmitrij, take the half-wit Jack Sparrow to the brig," he ordered one of his Asian looking dark men, "oh, sorry," he bowed in a way he just saw Jack do when he was introduced to him, "I almost forgot. Would it not sound better if I'd say take the half wit Captain Jack Sparrow to the brig?"
"I'd hate to disappoint ye on that," Jack started in the direction he was supposed to go to avoid to be manhandled again. A couple of weeks in the brig of his beloved ship would not hurt for a better cause. They'd come to him again when the compass fails.
Tbc