DISCLAIMER: Disney owns everything except the fictional character
Cassandra and Hans.
TEASER: The compass is stolen and Jack hires Will and a man to find
it... will they succeed??
WARNING: Rated NC17
GENRE: Humour/drama/romance/slash
What vexes All Men CHAPTER III
Jack was sitting slumped in his chair by the big table in the bar… a half-empty rum bottle in one hand and in the other a big leather bag of silver coins. The only reason that he dared to bring some of his treasure here was simply because he knew how good of a swordsman he was.
"And really bad eggs…", Jack hummed as he stared out in the room, scanning it for any possible threats to either his rum or money.
"Really bad indeed", the pirate captain mumbled as he noticed who was moving towards him through the dancing and fighting crowd.
"Well, g'day Commodore… what brings YOU to the edges of the map?", Jack asked casually as he looked up at the wigged Norrington. Norrington just sat himself down on the chair opposite Sparrow and looked him in the eye with his falcon-like stare:
"You know very well, Sparrow… hand it over. And it's night, not day by the way", Norrington said and got an annoyed look on his face as Jack leaned his head back and laughed a rather emotionless laugh:
"Now your mind's taking a walk OFF the map!", Jack grinned and pointed to the place on his belt where the compass WOULD have been:
"See? I don't have it… but I will soon. And I sure as ell won't give it to YOU", he said and took another slurp of the rum. Wow, two commodores!', Jack thought as his vision doubled. Very bad eggs indeed. Not exactly what he needed right now. Two commodores, that was, not double-vision.
"You are drunk", the commodore said with disgust in his voice. Jack tilted his head:
"Your point being?", Jack asked and took another sip of the golden liquid. Norrington just shook his head and stood back up, pointing a finger at Jack:
"That compass WILL be mine, Sparrow. You can count on it", Norrington said as he turned around and disappeared back into the crowd, headed for the exit. The governor wanted that compass… and Norrington was just the man to bring it. Apparently. As he was walking down the swampy street buried in his own thoughts, he suddenly bumped into someone – annoyed he looked at… where a face should be, instead he was looking at an upper torso of a man. Looking further up Norrington met two steel grey eyes which just looked down on him as if he was a fly to be crushed. Norrington now looked to the side – and recognized the young man standing by the titan's side:
"William Turner… out scavenging as usual?", the wigged man said with a mocking in his voice. Pushing himself past the commodore, Hans merely said while laughing:
"We're just out looking for the White Lady"
Will punched Hans mildly in the side and sent him a harsh stare – Hans didn't seem to care though, and they were now several feet behind the rather stunned commodore, on their way back to the tavern and Jack. The boat had been empty – and another silver coin had gotten them the information that Glory was sailing at five o'clock in the morning just the next day.
The commodore was just standing there, thinking to himself. Were they out hunting ghosts? Had the otherwise – even though he hated to admit so – sensible Will Turner gone mad? And who was the weird, rude giant he was dragging around? Then a puzzle started to solve itself inside Norrington's brain… the White Lady… White Lady… it had to be a boat! Or maybe… a person? Whatever it was it had to be a piece of the puzzle… this… White Lady thing had something to do with the missing compass. Norrington had actually believed Sparrow when he said that it was missing… and the commodore had been able to tell that Jack was telling the truth by looking at how fast that rum disappeared. He HAD seemed rather frustrated and depressed, which amused Norrington a bit. Although a missing compass DID make the mission a bit more complicated. Now he just had to solve The White Lady Puzzle', as he now named it in his mind. Norrington was far from a simpleton. Immediately he headed for the harbour, caressing the silver coins in his pocket. They should come in handy.
Jack's eyes lit up when he saw the two men enter the tavern. Although there were four of them… he gestured eagerly for them to join him at the table. As they approached Jack immediately burst out:
"Have you got it??"
Both Will and the giant shook their heads and Jack's dark eyes lost the little twinkle of anticipation.
"Well, did you find out ANYTHING?", Jack asked and took a slurp of rum as if to lighten a burden of ten thousand rocks on his back. Will placed his slender hands on the table top:
"Well, we know that Cassandra's ship, Glory, heads out tomorrow at five o'clock", Will said and smiled a bit as Jack's lips formed a little smile.
"Good. Then there's lots of time to sleep", said the drunken Jack, who was slumping more and more in his chair. Will and Hans looked at each other:
"Umm, it's five o'clock in the morning, Jack", Will said and watched how Jack's red eyes shot open in surprise.
"She must be the devil!", Jack mumbled as he tried to lift the rum bottle to his lips again – however Will grabbed his wrist:
"I think you have had enough, Jack… you need to sleep", Will said and tried to take the bottle from Jack's clamped grasp.
"Jack!", Will insisted and finally Jack let go
"Don't you lose that", he mumbled and then his eye lids shut like two heavy curtains – he was out as a light. Will looked at Hans, who merely nodded – walking around the table, Hans picked up the passed out pirate captain and started ploughing through the crowd towards the staircase. Quicker than Will had anticipated Hans was up the
stairs and disappeared into a room, where he placed the unconscious Jack on the bed. For a moment Hans studied the infamous captain… he looked kind of scrawny. How could a twig of a man like that become so great? He couldn't say that he wasn't jealous. Almost like a mother he tapped Jack's hat for goodnight and then left the room, closing the door and went back to Will, who was sitting by the table, holding onto both the rum and the money in the leather bag.
"Everything good?", Will asked and Hans nodded:
"Yes, but I need to say something to you in private… about this mission", he said and looked almost worried. Will frowned a little, but then shrugged, grabbed Jack's effects and followed Hans outside. In the cool, misty air they could see each other's breath and Hans gestured for Will to go with him around the corner to avoid being
heard by the crowd inside the tavern doors. Finally they were standing in an alley way full of mud and other not-so-pleasant substances.
"What is it that you wanted to say, Hans?", Will asked, but was suddenly pushed up against the brick wall by two strong arms:
"
What are you doing?!", Will managed to spit out in surprise under the pressure of Hans's weight. The dimly lit face just inches from his own merely smiled at him:
"I just wanted to say that I find it hilarious how naïve ye are… oh, and that I'll be taking that", Hans said as he tore the leather bag out of Will's right hand. Will immediately started squirming violently, but Hans was solid as a rock and when Will reached for the bag of money, the large man grabbed a hold of his throat with his free hand:
"Don't push it, lad… things could be far worse… you know, you are quite handsome, don't you?", Hans whispered as he suddenly nibbled on Will's right ear. In shock and disgust Will quickly snapped his head to the side as far as he could – while trying desperately to breathe. He couldn't believe that this was happening.
"Easy now…", Hans mumbled as he let the bag of money drop to the muddy ground, placing his other hand on Will's chest. Now Will had his left hand free – and with great effort he swung the rum bottle at Hans's head – however the bottle was caught midair by a big, strong fist. With a snort Hans tossed the bottle over his shoulder, shattering it against the opposite wall of the alley.
"That was stupid, whelp", Hans said hoarsely and finally let go of Will's throat, allowing him to take in big gulps of air. Will had been too close to fainting, and before he knew it one strong hand was holding both of his wrists above his head and the other was caressing his chest through the thin fabric of his white shirt.
"Don't touch me!", Will hissed and kicked Hans hard across the shin – however not a single sound escaped Hans's thin lips… instead an eerie kind of gloom spread in his steel grey eyes and his hand became more brutal and ripped Will's shirt open. Will gasped and dug his nails into one of Hans's hands – without any effect at all. The rough
sailor hand started sliding down Will's smooth chest and stopped right by his belt. Will's thoughts were racing like crazy and he felt like throwing up. Without noticing it Will was almost hyperventilating from the extreme discomfort and humiliation… which only made Hans even more eager.
"I know you like it…", Hans whispered in Will's ear and now his hand was fondling the bulge in Will's pants through the linen trousers. Will's body was shaking all over and as Hans started to unbuckle his belt something inside Will snapped – and he head butted Hans right on the nose, sending a spray of blood into the foggy air. With a howl
Hans stumbled backwards, holding his bloody nose – and now murder was on display in his steel eyes. Will quickly reached for his sword… it wasn't there!?
"Looking for this, whelp?", Hans snorted as he pointed Will's own sword directly at him. Will slowly lifted his hands into the air… surrendering.
"
Wise move… now get lost before I run ye through!", Hans hissed and advanced on Will, who saw no other option – humiliating as it was – but to flee. He ran through the mud, rounded the corner almost skidding past the tavern, where he grabbed a hold of the double doors and yelled:
"SWORD!"
Instantly he had a sword in his hands and Will spun around, scanned his surroundings in a split second, and then entered the alley way… but it was empty. Hans was gone – and so was the money. As well for the rum. Shivering Will lowered the sword… how on earth could he explain this to Jack? Looking at the clock tower the time said four-thirty in the morning… Will might as well wake up the captain now, zxsinforming him of the rather bad news…
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