Untamable as the Sea
Chapter 3: Wine for Blood
And you, breathing in
Finesses a innocent
From her partying...
-Frou Frou
Only half the day was spent up to reach the crowded port of Tortuga, pirates' paradise. The bustling city reeked of all sinful entertainments man could perform. The smells were as diverse as the faces of its people. On the first floor of every ale house hummed of rum, gin, wine, vodka, and if available there might be cognac. And as the stumbling feet of a pirate reaches the upstairs the aroma would transfer to the overwhelming mixture of perfume the whores wore. Yet everywhere else gun powered was plentiful, cloaking even some of the narrowest allies to thick black smog.
During the day, the town was no more then a ghost town. Like vampires everyone stayed in for the light. The beams of the sun irritated their swollen eyes, and the weight of make up, blood, and alcohol cooked their skin. When the evening slowly adrift, the abandoned streets were lit with the many shades of light by the gas lamps. All ran about the streets, dodging each other to get somewhere. Everyone laughed, sang, smiled in their merry way. Even after a fight the victor beamed and if drunk enough, so did the loser.
To Will's eyes it was a magical town. The many colors of the harlot's silks, and the man's clothing illuminated under the candle light. Ruffles and feathers boasted a person's wealth, but Will was taught that clothes are the greatest lie. So you wouldn't be seeing him goggling over someone for their remarkable style.
Once the ship ceased to a pause, revealing that they were fully boarded on land, the crew didn't wait for the dismissal of their captain and flee to the nearest pawn shop or bar. The last to leave the ship was Will and Jack. William didn't rush to scrub off all traces of blood that stained his clothes. Jack without knowing asked Will what took him so long.
"Just getting together." Will reply simply. After their kiss Jack tried to avoid all ways to not look Will in the eye. He believed that Will was now regretting to touch him in such a way. Of course Will was a man and was drunk, so all ways of persuasive tactics were necessary at the time. But when Will's back was turned, Jack took advantage to gawk over Will. He walked as if every piece of wood on the ship belonged to him, such arrogance Jack thought. Will didn't worry stepping on anybody's toes in getting what he wants, all the more reason why Jack wanted him.
"Are you going to come along or just stand there?" Jack woke up to the present. Will was now fully clothed and ready for whatever errand he had to take.
"Well we're here where you wanted to be," Jack said as they made their way into the streets. "But I still don't understand why you're here." Will smiled at Jack but said nothing. A paused passed by for Will to put into words.
"I am looking for some work as first mate." Will answered. Another puzzlement of Will's game now took its turn for Jack.
"It takes a time of servitude to rise up to first mate. You can't just instantly waltz into the role!" Jack said.
"Not when it comes to crats." Will assured.
"Crats?" Jack questioned.
"Aristocrats. Tortuga is now the hot spot for all activities for both pirates and those who can't find entertainment anywhere else. In London there have been groups to monitor the streets, cleaning up whores and gambling. Now a normal game and fuck is hard to come by in the main land."
Will's coarse lingo stirred Jack all the more. He loved it when the youth talked dirty, but not as much as those dark looks he would cast that both scared Jack and yearn for. They now stood at the entrance way of a striking green painted bar called The Crow's Nest. The sight of rum hankered Jack's stomach for the taste of the burning liquor. But just as when he returned his gaze back to Will, the boy was not there. Will weaved in and out of the mob only keeping his eye on the goal.
Never lose sight of the prize. He remembered. It wasn't the hearty laugh, or the dark rich velvet the man wore that caught his attention. The man, who Will knew was a crat, sat in the largest table with many around him. Crats always need the most to protect them. From money, women and men, to titles or land.
William moved slowly, but crafty manner so he wouldn't touch anyone in the slightest space. Jack noticed Will only looked at the dark man whose age seemed impassive. A sleek leopard would be best to define Will's manner towards the man. Like an untroubled mouse, ignoring all signs of its death. Will was now close enough to hear the conversation but was pulled back by Jack.
"What the hell!" Will sneered.
"That's Smirnoff! A plantation owner but still an outlaw who paid off his bad name. You can't expect to get work from him; he only takes in family relatives on his ships."
"His ships are not what I'm after Jack!" That menacing tone chilled Jack and he backed out, watching Will make his way to be invited to sit down.
Smirnoff was Russian descent, growing a thick black beard and eyebrows but thinning his greasy hair. Jack's earliest memories from his father were that greasy hair or a gap between the teeth only hinted greed. And that's what Smirnoff looks at Will were, greed and desire. He seemed to talk tenderly to Will, who surprisingly responded. Smirnoff brushed one of his golden ringed finger across Will's cheek. The boy didn't flinch at his touch at all, which most boys would from such a bear like man.
Instead he whispered something in Smirnoff's ear. Jack couldn't read what from Will's lips. Suspicion boiled in Jack's stomach. Envy angered inside him like poisonous bile that Jack couldn't cure. He left Will there to play with his food, and walked out to the ship. Stamping his way to the comforts of his cabin, overlooking the welcomes of the ghastly whores that most were familiar.
When the security of his four walled quarters enclosed around him, Jack was parched. But no rum from the Italian ship could satisfy his thirst. It wasn't drink or food he wanted to taste tonight. It was Will he was dreaming to savor. Jack would die just to run his hands over Williams' body. Memorizing the contours of every muscle the long years of blacksmith trade produced. But he wasn't a blacksmith anymore, Jack thought.
He didn't know what Will was but a mystery. An enigma that Jack would love to take the time to figure out. It wasn't just Will's captivating looks that memorized Jack but the wonder of what was behind that head of his. What was the boy thinking after every move he made? What did he whisper into that beef of man and what interest did he take in him? From Jack's experience everybody wasn't their truest unless they were in bed riding out the night. The darkness gave one comfort that no one was looking, and the high drives of sex would sent them screaming out their unspoiled thoughts.
What would William scream if Jack ever had the pleasure to commit such acts with him? If it was his name, God, wouldn't Jack give anything up to hear that. Only one Will's fluids would quench Jack's thirst tonight, but he wasn't here. The fear sank deeper as Jack pondered about it. I don't think I will ever have him. He thought.
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