Title: Corsair
Author: Dorian Elizabeth
Rating: G-R. Depending on the chapter. I give up trying to rate this.
Pairing: Will/Jack
Disclaimer: Not mine. If it were, well...I would be wealthy and pleased.
Feedback: I love feedback. Keeps me alive, it does. So, if you don't want me dead, review.
Summary: "It's funny how beautiful people look when they're walking out the door" and "Just because someone sees, you know, two naked people asleep in bed together, it doesn't necessarily prove sex was involved. It does, however, make for a very strong case." (Velvet Goldmine).
Author's Note: I apologize for being a writer with ADD who can't sit still and needs really short chapters. This one is perhaps my shortest. In fact, I just popped it out in 15 minutes. But it's important. It moves the plot along, which is, might I add, quite almost finished. I'll be sad to see it go. ::Sniffle:: And I know I said I wasn't going to update for awhile, but I'm in a really good mood. Sooooo.fanfic.
Warning: Violence. Mucho violence ahead. Ahoy.
Corsair Chapter 7
Will was slowly sinking into the depths of loneliness and depression. He was still terribly upset about Elizabeth, and that made Jack terribly upset. Which, in turn, made the crew entirely upset. Finally, after having enough of this nonsense, Anamaria decided she would talk some sense into the boy who seemed to have so much unconscious control over the captain.
"Look, whelp," she started, sitting him down on some overturned barrels. "Ye've got to let go o' her. The lady woul'n't want ye to be actin' like this. She'd want ye to be strong, she would. There's a man in there, do anythin' fer ye. Ye're crazy fer jus' sittin' around here, mopin'."
Will looked at her, angry first, then sad and then thoughtful. He knew she was right, no matter how much he wished to deny it. Jumping up (and almost shocking Anamaria), he ran to the captain's quarters. Will flung open the door and threw his arms around an unsuspecting Jack.
"I'm sorry," he murmured into the captain's shoulder.
Jack looked at him awkwardly, and after the long pause, Will pulled away and looked back at him. Jack smiled and kissed him.
Will nuzzled Jack's neck, and sort of purred, much to Jack's amusement.
"Now, why are ye apologizing to me? Not that I mind, of course," Jack's eyes flickered with curiosity.
"I've been horrible to you, all about Elizabeth. I realized she wouldn't want me to be this way." He kissed Jack, and pulled him closer, deepening the contact.
"Ship off the port bow!" bellowed Gibbs.
Jack pulled away, with an annoyed, reluctant look on his face.
"Damn that man, an' his bad timing," he murmured and then faced the door, "Let her pass," he yelled, much to the crew's dismay (except Anamaria, who just grinned).
"Jack, I really think ye'll want a look at this," Gibb's bellowed back.
Jack sighed and signaled Will to follow him as he left the room. When they got out on deck, Gibb's ran up to Jack and handed him a spyglass.
"It's Blood's jack, or I'm the devil. Bad luck, I said, 'aving a woman on board."
Anamaria scowled at him, and he cowered behind the mast.
"What's this now, Gibb's? Blood became governor," Jack laughed. "He gave up piracy, don't ask me why. Pro'ally just some fools tryin' to scare the great Jack Sparrow. We'll show 'em. Head for the ship!"
Will made sure he had his sword at his side, and Jack smiled at him.
"Ready for some action?"
Will just grinned.
As they approached, however, Jack noticed something peculiar. Either Captain Blood was back in business, as it were, or his ghost was. For the man aboard the ship he was headed for was certainly the one he knew from long ago.
"Gibbs! Ye be right, and not the devil! 'Tis our lucky day! We've come across Captain Blood, and all his spoils will be ours!"
The crew cheered. This was the captain they were used to.
They hadn't, however, figured on Blood and his men swinging over onto their boat to attack.
"Man the guns!" a quick-thinking Jack shouted, grabbing his sword.
Will drew his and stood ready. Soon, he had his eye set on an opponent. Jack, on the other hand, didn't have a mere opponent. Jack had a battle to fight with the dread Captain of legends even greater than his own (although he'd never tell that to anyone, not even Will. Especially not Will).
"So, we meet again Jack Sparrow." Blood bowed low and grinned.
"Captain. Captain Jack Sparrow."
Blood laughed and thrust his sword at Jack, who parried it rather quickly.
"Brushed up on your sword fighting, I see," chuckled Blood.
"Gone back to pirating, I see. Knew ye would."
Each word was punctuated with the sound of metal on metal and shouts all around them. Blood was good, an excellent swordsman, but Jack had more going for him and soon had the captain at the dangerous end of his blade.
"Parley?" asked Blood, and allowed himself a smile.
"Idiot, I'm the captain, and I say you've done too much speaking." With that, Jack killed the most legendary pirate on the Spanish Main.
His victory was shortly interrupted by a scream-turned-groan, and he glanced frantically around him. There. Lying down, blade in his side, was that.? It was.
He ran over there, slicing at the foes that attempted to block his way. He was soon by Will's side.
"Anamaria!" he called and nodded to her. She surveyed the scene and nodded back.
"Will," he murmured. The boy had broken out into a sweat and his eyes were tightly closed. "Will, don't worry. I'm here." He lifted his head slightly and looked at him.
Will opened his eyes, halfway.
"I'm.fine..Nothing, really. A scratch." Will attempted to smile at him, but it didn't last, for a grimace took over his face..
"We've got to get ye inside, now." He lifted Will up and carried him through what seemed a field of dead enemies. Well, that at least was a positive thought, mused Jack. At least they'd won.
He lay Will down gently on his bed, and surveyed the wound. It wasn't too deep, but it was large. He immediately put a cloth to Will's side to stem the blood flow. The boy winced.
"Ye'll be better soon, lad. I promise ye, I promise," Jack whispered. He put his hand on Will's forehead. "I promise."
Author: Dorian Elizabeth
Rating: G-R. Depending on the chapter. I give up trying to rate this.
Pairing: Will/Jack
Disclaimer: Not mine. If it were, well...I would be wealthy and pleased.
Feedback: I love feedback. Keeps me alive, it does. So, if you don't want me dead, review.
Summary: "It's funny how beautiful people look when they're walking out the door" and "Just because someone sees, you know, two naked people asleep in bed together, it doesn't necessarily prove sex was involved. It does, however, make for a very strong case." (Velvet Goldmine).
Author's Note: I apologize for being a writer with ADD who can't sit still and needs really short chapters. This one is perhaps my shortest. In fact, I just popped it out in 15 minutes. But it's important. It moves the plot along, which is, might I add, quite almost finished. I'll be sad to see it go. ::Sniffle:: And I know I said I wasn't going to update for awhile, but I'm in a really good mood. Sooooo.fanfic.
Warning: Violence. Mucho violence ahead. Ahoy.
Corsair Chapter 7
Will was slowly sinking into the depths of loneliness and depression. He was still terribly upset about Elizabeth, and that made Jack terribly upset. Which, in turn, made the crew entirely upset. Finally, after having enough of this nonsense, Anamaria decided she would talk some sense into the boy who seemed to have so much unconscious control over the captain.
"Look, whelp," she started, sitting him down on some overturned barrels. "Ye've got to let go o' her. The lady woul'n't want ye to be actin' like this. She'd want ye to be strong, she would. There's a man in there, do anythin' fer ye. Ye're crazy fer jus' sittin' around here, mopin'."
Will looked at her, angry first, then sad and then thoughtful. He knew she was right, no matter how much he wished to deny it. Jumping up (and almost shocking Anamaria), he ran to the captain's quarters. Will flung open the door and threw his arms around an unsuspecting Jack.
"I'm sorry," he murmured into the captain's shoulder.
Jack looked at him awkwardly, and after the long pause, Will pulled away and looked back at him. Jack smiled and kissed him.
Will nuzzled Jack's neck, and sort of purred, much to Jack's amusement.
"Now, why are ye apologizing to me? Not that I mind, of course," Jack's eyes flickered with curiosity.
"I've been horrible to you, all about Elizabeth. I realized she wouldn't want me to be this way." He kissed Jack, and pulled him closer, deepening the contact.
"Ship off the port bow!" bellowed Gibbs.
Jack pulled away, with an annoyed, reluctant look on his face.
"Damn that man, an' his bad timing," he murmured and then faced the door, "Let her pass," he yelled, much to the crew's dismay (except Anamaria, who just grinned).
"Jack, I really think ye'll want a look at this," Gibb's bellowed back.
Jack sighed and signaled Will to follow him as he left the room. When they got out on deck, Gibb's ran up to Jack and handed him a spyglass.
"It's Blood's jack, or I'm the devil. Bad luck, I said, 'aving a woman on board."
Anamaria scowled at him, and he cowered behind the mast.
"What's this now, Gibb's? Blood became governor," Jack laughed. "He gave up piracy, don't ask me why. Pro'ally just some fools tryin' to scare the great Jack Sparrow. We'll show 'em. Head for the ship!"
Will made sure he had his sword at his side, and Jack smiled at him.
"Ready for some action?"
Will just grinned.
As they approached, however, Jack noticed something peculiar. Either Captain Blood was back in business, as it were, or his ghost was. For the man aboard the ship he was headed for was certainly the one he knew from long ago.
"Gibbs! Ye be right, and not the devil! 'Tis our lucky day! We've come across Captain Blood, and all his spoils will be ours!"
The crew cheered. This was the captain they were used to.
They hadn't, however, figured on Blood and his men swinging over onto their boat to attack.
"Man the guns!" a quick-thinking Jack shouted, grabbing his sword.
Will drew his and stood ready. Soon, he had his eye set on an opponent. Jack, on the other hand, didn't have a mere opponent. Jack had a battle to fight with the dread Captain of legends even greater than his own (although he'd never tell that to anyone, not even Will. Especially not Will).
"So, we meet again Jack Sparrow." Blood bowed low and grinned.
"Captain. Captain Jack Sparrow."
Blood laughed and thrust his sword at Jack, who parried it rather quickly.
"Brushed up on your sword fighting, I see," chuckled Blood.
"Gone back to pirating, I see. Knew ye would."
Each word was punctuated with the sound of metal on metal and shouts all around them. Blood was good, an excellent swordsman, but Jack had more going for him and soon had the captain at the dangerous end of his blade.
"Parley?" asked Blood, and allowed himself a smile.
"Idiot, I'm the captain, and I say you've done too much speaking." With that, Jack killed the most legendary pirate on the Spanish Main.
His victory was shortly interrupted by a scream-turned-groan, and he glanced frantically around him. There. Lying down, blade in his side, was that.? It was.
He ran over there, slicing at the foes that attempted to block his way. He was soon by Will's side.
"Anamaria!" he called and nodded to her. She surveyed the scene and nodded back.
"Will," he murmured. The boy had broken out into a sweat and his eyes were tightly closed. "Will, don't worry. I'm here." He lifted his head slightly and looked at him.
Will opened his eyes, halfway.
"I'm.fine..Nothing, really. A scratch." Will attempted to smile at him, but it didn't last, for a grimace took over his face..
"We've got to get ye inside, now." He lifted Will up and carried him through what seemed a field of dead enemies. Well, that at least was a positive thought, mused Jack. At least they'd won.
He lay Will down gently on his bed, and surveyed the wound. It wasn't too deep, but it was large. He immediately put a cloth to Will's side to stem the blood flow. The boy winced.
"Ye'll be better soon, lad. I promise ye, I promise," Jack whispered. He put his hand on Will's forehead. "I promise."