Title: All Me Past Life
Author: WickedRum
Disclaimer: I have no right to use these characters, Disney does. Poems by John Wilmot. This is mainly for my own enjoyment.
Summary/Set: Captain Teague has some special plans for his two sons. A Libertine crossover.
Rating: NC 17, pretty much for language only.
Warning: kitschy nonsense, but I couldn't resist.
Pairing: several! This is Wilmot we're talking about here, and Jack!
Genre: drama/romance, crossover
"It took you long enough to get here, boy," Captain Teague set down his guitar next to his chair, which was usually considered as the big privilege of the keeper of the code granting someone permission to address him.
"I'm no takin the job," Jack stated, walking to stand at the other side of the table his father was sitting at.
"Nobody asks ye to be the keeper of the code, lad."
"What ye orderin misself here fe then? I've got good business to attend to."
"Sit Jackie," Teague ordered him with a prolonged raise of his eyebrows, "this be family business."
"Ye dyin?" Jack voiced his thoughts bluntly. He would've hardly cared if that was the case. Although it was beneficial in some circumstances to have a foot in Shipwreck City as the son of the much feared keeper, he hardly ever used that advantage, the legend Captain Jack Sparrow was his own making and didn't have much to do with his origins, especially if talking about his real ancestry. As for caring for Teague as a person, that stopped too when he was eleven, the time when Teague, formerly known as the Irish Henry Wilmot, named Earl of Rochester for military services had enough of his controlling and god fearing wife, took off abroad with Jack and sent fake letters back about their death, moving to their permanent home in the Caribbean. As a child, little Jack suffered a lot because of the climate at first, but most importantly he never forgave Teague for separating him from his twin brother Johnny and the fact that although Jack was the first born, Johnny was the favored chosen one for the title of Lord of Rochester for his cleverness and feel for the arts. If not for the caring woman Teague picked up on one ordinary drunken night in a pub, the woman Jack called mum, he probably would've not survived. And now that mother was dead too, what family matter could Teague talk to him about? Did he even have a right to mention the word family to him?
Teague gave him an admonitory look, but ignored the question, sliding the bottle of rum in front of him over to Jack on top of the table, "help yerself."
"An affable drink wit an ol friend then, ei?" Jack gave a little sarcastic smile, but he wasn't going to say no. The keeper of the code was always provided with the highest quality of the stuff.
"I want ye to help yer brother."
Jack almost choked on the sweet liquid. "What?? Me? How?" He said between coughs.
"Yer meant to do what the king says," Teague recited as if for himself. That was certainly the case as far as the code and he was concerned, let that be the pirate king or the English one. Hasn't he served Charles II well during his exile under the Commonwealth? Hasn't he accepted Elizabeth Swann's mad war on the navvy? Yet there he goes, the boy he favored over the other, John Wilmot, making fun of the king in public and forcing himself into exile, hunted by all royalists. "The Caribbean is far enough, but it's better for Johnny to disappear altogether. Signior Dildo!! What kind of piece is that to honor the king with?"
Jack looked on a little confused, still trying to clear his throat. He certainly wasn't up to date with the literary works of the contemporary British Empire, may that be his brother's writings or not. But he did hear about Johnny's antics, his impertinence and relationship to the king, not to mention the legend of his endurance in bed, his magnetism amongst the ladies and his love for the drink. Not to mention he was a hero in a sea battle against the Dutch. A true twin brother, just like him, his life was about adventure, wenches and some equivalent of rum, and being chased by the navvy now. And then it dawned on him. Did Teague just mention the Caribbean? "Is he here? Is Johnny here?"
"Aye Jackie. He is. But yer no going to meet him. I have other, more important plans for you. As for Johnny, he'll sail out tonight on the Pearl as Captain Jack Sparrow."
Jack raised to oppose when he felt a numbing feeling on his neck. It did register with him that somebody must've hit him, but he couldn't react. Only darkness followed.
Tbc
