Upon a Painted Ocean - Part 2
Author: Daisy Sparrow
Pairing: Jack/Will, Will/Elizabeth
Rating: I don't know...PG so far I guess
Summary: errr....a first time fic....with some OC, some angst, some sap, some h/c, and a lot of supernatural. The original Part 2 was getting a little too long, so I chopped it in three smaller parts.
Disclaim: Pirate of the Caribbean isn't mine, I ain't making no money off of this, so don't sue. But Zeke is mine, touch him and die. Credit for the title goes to P. Spear, who wrote the most wonderful Weiss Kreuz fic. Special thanks to Darkdancer for the betaing.
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Hands and knees deep in the mud, he kept on digging. And in the background, the little white house kept on burning.
I must find them. I MUST.
One scoop. Then another. And another. His small hands trembling, nails broken and split He clawed through the rocks, the sand and the dirt as fast as he can. Still they escaped from between his fingers. There were mud on his face. Tears slide down slowly, leaving two arcs behind. Clear, reflecting the light cast from the flame. The light painted them red, as if he was crying blood.
He remembered her smile, terrified yet determined. Long black hair swirled with the wind, sweep past her shoulders like raven wings.
YOU have to take care of them now. I am counting on you.
A fleeing touch on his forehead. Was it a kiss? He reached out towards her back, his hand passed through smoke.
You failed.
A small voice startled him, he raised tear streaked face. Ruby eyes started back at him, split pupils and glowing. Straight hair, red and unmoving even in the wind, framed delicate face like a waterfall of blood. He shuddered. The boy smiled.
You FAILED. She BELIEVED IN you, and you failed HER.
I...I..... he stuttered.
You....you.... The boy mimicked, laughing softly. A clawed hand suddenly reached out and grabbed his neck, nails digging into the base of his throat.
You ought to pay for your failures ..... don't you think? The boy cocked his head slight to the side.
His eyes were misted. There were hands reaching out of the ground, grabbing him, pulling closer, pressing harder. No....no..... He tried to struggle. It hurts, it hurts so much.
The hand around his throat tightened. Tell me what you want......do you want..... wish me to take the pain away?
I....I.....want.... Then there was a warmth, lifting him, cuddling him in strong arms, enclosing him as if in a mother's womb.
He opened his eyes and stared into worried chocolate orbs.
~~~*~~~
Zeke narrowed his eyes and sat up. This really IS annoying. He flipped and landed soundless on the floor. Jess, the cabin boy, continued to snore in the bottom bunk. He pushed open the door and walked outside.
I need to kill something, he sulked.
~~~*~~~~
Jack had offered to put him and Elizabeth in the same cabin. Elizabeth had blushed. Will had blushed, too and stuttered out a few less than coherent sentences about engagement and honor. Jack had looked at him skeptically then shrugged. So here he lied, in the cabin between Jack's and Elizabeth's. The ship rocked slightly with each incoming wave, the candle burning at his bedside cast dancing shadows on the ceiling.
He's humming a lullaby slowly to himself. The walls on the Black Pearl are thin, he can hear Jack turning in the other room. He tried hard not to imagine what Jack looks like in his night shirt...or does he wear a night shirt.....or maybe nothing at..... No. No. NO. He pounded his head into the pillow. Ever since this morning....or more specifically, ever since that weird thought about Jack's hands, he had been having....difficulties keeping his mind off the pirate. He found himself musing about the strangest thing, like how the kohl around Jack's eyes only emphasize the depth in those dark orbs, and how the gold caught the sunshine when he smirks. In a panic, he had taken great effort to avoid the pirate all day. He even tried to hide in the kitchen. Zeke had stared at him the whole time. It was creepy, but the way the cook was peeling potatoes without looking or cutting his own fingers off was rather impressive.
Maybe I am coming down with something.
His eyes feel heavy, but sleep eluded him. He was just start counting the first sheep when a sound startled him. It came from Jack's room. He blinked, pulled over the cover and wriggled his nose when his toes touched the cold floor. He half kneeled and pressed his left ear to the wall. There it was again, a dull sound, like a fist hitting the wood. Then there was a loud yelp and he can just make out the next word.
"....hurts....."
He bolted, out of the room and throw opened Jack's door.
Moon light spilling through the open window. Jack was turning and twisting on the bed, the cover rolling down just above his hips. Will crossed the distance between the door and the bed in large strides. He froze as his hand hovered just above Jack's face.
What am I doing?
Jack moaned and his heart clenched. He sat down on the edge of the bed, pulled the sleeping man gently toward him, and began lightly trailing cycles on his back. Jack immediately snuggled up to him and nuzzled his chest unconsciously, but his body was still tensed and trembling. Jack, he wanted to call, but there was a thousand tons weighting down on his tongue.
Then Jack opened his eyes. They stared at each other, transfixed.
The silence was broken as Jack worked his upper body half way out of Will's embrace, bent down a little and pulled out a bottle of rum from under the bed. He took a large swig and squeezed his eyes shut. Only to open them and stared at Will for a few moments before he took another mouthful. He lowered his head and shook it a couple of times, then peaked at Will with one eye, and poked Will's cheek with an index finger. Will blinked, Jack opened both eyes and poked him again.
This time, the pressure stayed. One finger soon became two, then three, then a palm. Will cocked his head and leaned into the touch.
Soft.....soft and warm.
Close, they were getting closer. Will sniffed his nose a little. Jack was all around him, smelled of
rum and sweat and the sea. He closed his eyes.
A loud splash and the ship shook violently.
~~~*~~~
The first canon fire missed, but it did create a sizable shock wave and managed to wake up most of the crew.
Will almost collided with Elizabeth as he and Jack ran out of the room. He steadied her with one hand and took the sword she handed him with the other. Together the three climbed up to the top deck.
The first thing they saw was fire. The Pearl's black fans were on fire. Anamarie shouted at them: "We are under attack!!!!" The crews were running, screaming, shooting their pistols at the distant enemy. Gun fire and explosions surrounded them.
Jack immediately began barking orders. Another explosion. Will pulled Elizabeth behind a stack of crates for cover, she took out her pistol and held it firmly. A few meters away, Jack cursed loudly: "STOP blow holes in me ship!!!! You worthless cowards!!!!"
~~~*~~~
The other ship had moved within boarding distance. Figures, clad all in black began to throw hooked ropes and swing toward the Pearl.
Zeke rotated the small dagger between his fingers calmly as the others pulled out their swords. The Pearl rocked as another canon ball burst straight through the lower deck. The captain was at the helm, trying to steer the ship to a more advantageous position. Jack has one hand on the wheel, the other making rude gestures at the other ship. "Ye're hurt'ng me love, oh, me precious. STOP IT!!! Ye FUCKING BASTARDS!!!!!"
Zeke gave him a quick look and sidestepped just in time to avoid a sword thrust. He shifted his body 90 degrees to the left, putting himself behind his attacker. He brought his left hand up from an angle, held the man's jaw firmly from behind and slashed his throat with the dagger. He smiled, feeling better already.
~~~*~~~
Will and Elizabeth looked at each other hard, nodded and jumped out from the crates at the same time. Elizabeth shot the nearest enemy in the shoulder, causing the man to lose his grip in mid swing and fall down, straight onto Will's sword.
After a few sharp jerks, the Black Pearl finally began firing back. Jack laughed maniacally somewhere to his left, he tried futilely to keep Elizabeth in his sight. Stab, sweep, parry and stab again. The smoke was getting ticker, he was losing her. "Elizabeth!!!" he yelled and jabbed his elbow into the stomach of the man who had tried to sneak up behind him.
He spotted her as she was being backed into a corner. He jumped the last couple of steps and grabbed her attacker's right arm and twisted. It broke right off through the shoulder joint. Will's eyes widened, there was no blood. The severed arm thrust upward, and covered his face with its palm and pushed, smashing Will's head hard against the post behind him.
Pain exploded and blackness swallowed him.
~~~*~~~
"Will!!!" came Elizabeth's desperate cry.
Two pairs of eyes snapped towards her as she was knocked down. Her attacker flipped Will onto his shoulder and jumped overboard.
Sulfur. Zeke snarled. He smelled sulfur. Well, well, what do you know. Then he felt the pull around his waist, someone had throw a rope around him while he was distracted. Another sharp tag made him lose his balance and fall down the short stair he was standing on.
Oops. He couldn't even brace himself against the impact before a large hand grabbed the back of his shirt, and tossed him over the sail.
Oh, no. Not the water, anything but the water. Zeke flailed his arms gracelessly before he smashed head first into the sea.
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Zeke: The fighting scenes were horrible.
Me: I know, I was gonna keep them short so that nobody would figure out I am sucked at it. But then it just kept on growing. I really don't know anything about fighting,(comments, suggestions, anyone??) I prefer to use peaceful and diplomatic way to solve conflicts.
Zeke: Yeah, if she can't talk her way out of it, there are always the options of running away and playing dead.
Me: You SHUT UP! I still got that mullet, you know. Please R&R ^_^
Author: Daisy Sparrow
Pairing: Jack/Will, Will/Elizabeth
Rating: I don't know...PG so far I guess
Summary: errr....a first time fic....with some OC, some angst, some sap, some h/c, and a lot of supernatural. The original Part 2 was getting a little too long, so I chopped it in three smaller parts.
Disclaim: Pirate of the Caribbean isn't mine, I ain't making no money off of this, so don't sue. But Zeke is mine, touch him and die. Credit for the title goes to P. Spear, who wrote the most wonderful Weiss Kreuz fic. Special thanks to Darkdancer for the betaing.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Hands and knees deep in the mud, he kept on digging. And in the background, the little white house kept on burning.
I must find them. I MUST.
One scoop. Then another. And another. His small hands trembling, nails broken and split He clawed through the rocks, the sand and the dirt as fast as he can. Still they escaped from between his fingers. There were mud on his face. Tears slide down slowly, leaving two arcs behind. Clear, reflecting the light cast from the flame. The light painted them red, as if he was crying blood.
He remembered her smile, terrified yet determined. Long black hair swirled with the wind, sweep past her shoulders like raven wings.
YOU have to take care of them now. I am counting on you.
A fleeing touch on his forehead. Was it a kiss? He reached out towards her back, his hand passed through smoke.
You failed.
A small voice startled him, he raised tear streaked face. Ruby eyes started back at him, split pupils and glowing. Straight hair, red and unmoving even in the wind, framed delicate face like a waterfall of blood. He shuddered. The boy smiled.
You FAILED. She BELIEVED IN you, and you failed HER.
I...I..... he stuttered.
You....you.... The boy mimicked, laughing softly. A clawed hand suddenly reached out and grabbed his neck, nails digging into the base of his throat.
You ought to pay for your failures ..... don't you think? The boy cocked his head slight to the side.
His eyes were misted. There were hands reaching out of the ground, grabbing him, pulling closer, pressing harder. No....no..... He tried to struggle. It hurts, it hurts so much.
The hand around his throat tightened. Tell me what you want......do you want..... wish me to take the pain away?
I....I.....want.... Then there was a warmth, lifting him, cuddling him in strong arms, enclosing him as if in a mother's womb.
He opened his eyes and stared into worried chocolate orbs.
~~~*~~~
Zeke narrowed his eyes and sat up. This really IS annoying. He flipped and landed soundless on the floor. Jess, the cabin boy, continued to snore in the bottom bunk. He pushed open the door and walked outside.
I need to kill something, he sulked.
~~~*~~~~
Jack had offered to put him and Elizabeth in the same cabin. Elizabeth had blushed. Will had blushed, too and stuttered out a few less than coherent sentences about engagement and honor. Jack had looked at him skeptically then shrugged. So here he lied, in the cabin between Jack's and Elizabeth's. The ship rocked slightly with each incoming wave, the candle burning at his bedside cast dancing shadows on the ceiling.
He's humming a lullaby slowly to himself. The walls on the Black Pearl are thin, he can hear Jack turning in the other room. He tried hard not to imagine what Jack looks like in his night shirt...or does he wear a night shirt.....or maybe nothing at..... No. No. NO. He pounded his head into the pillow. Ever since this morning....or more specifically, ever since that weird thought about Jack's hands, he had been having....difficulties keeping his mind off the pirate. He found himself musing about the strangest thing, like how the kohl around Jack's eyes only emphasize the depth in those dark orbs, and how the gold caught the sunshine when he smirks. In a panic, he had taken great effort to avoid the pirate all day. He even tried to hide in the kitchen. Zeke had stared at him the whole time. It was creepy, but the way the cook was peeling potatoes without looking or cutting his own fingers off was rather impressive.
Maybe I am coming down with something.
His eyes feel heavy, but sleep eluded him. He was just start counting the first sheep when a sound startled him. It came from Jack's room. He blinked, pulled over the cover and wriggled his nose when his toes touched the cold floor. He half kneeled and pressed his left ear to the wall. There it was again, a dull sound, like a fist hitting the wood. Then there was a loud yelp and he can just make out the next word.
"....hurts....."
He bolted, out of the room and throw opened Jack's door.
Moon light spilling through the open window. Jack was turning and twisting on the bed, the cover rolling down just above his hips. Will crossed the distance between the door and the bed in large strides. He froze as his hand hovered just above Jack's face.
What am I doing?
Jack moaned and his heart clenched. He sat down on the edge of the bed, pulled the sleeping man gently toward him, and began lightly trailing cycles on his back. Jack immediately snuggled up to him and nuzzled his chest unconsciously, but his body was still tensed and trembling. Jack, he wanted to call, but there was a thousand tons weighting down on his tongue.
Then Jack opened his eyes. They stared at each other, transfixed.
The silence was broken as Jack worked his upper body half way out of Will's embrace, bent down a little and pulled out a bottle of rum from under the bed. He took a large swig and squeezed his eyes shut. Only to open them and stared at Will for a few moments before he took another mouthful. He lowered his head and shook it a couple of times, then peaked at Will with one eye, and poked Will's cheek with an index finger. Will blinked, Jack opened both eyes and poked him again.
This time, the pressure stayed. One finger soon became two, then three, then a palm. Will cocked his head and leaned into the touch.
Soft.....soft and warm.
Close, they were getting closer. Will sniffed his nose a little. Jack was all around him, smelled of
rum and sweat and the sea. He closed his eyes.
A loud splash and the ship shook violently.
~~~*~~~
The first canon fire missed, but it did create a sizable shock wave and managed to wake up most of the crew.
Will almost collided with Elizabeth as he and Jack ran out of the room. He steadied her with one hand and took the sword she handed him with the other. Together the three climbed up to the top deck.
The first thing they saw was fire. The Pearl's black fans were on fire. Anamarie shouted at them: "We are under attack!!!!" The crews were running, screaming, shooting their pistols at the distant enemy. Gun fire and explosions surrounded them.
Jack immediately began barking orders. Another explosion. Will pulled Elizabeth behind a stack of crates for cover, she took out her pistol and held it firmly. A few meters away, Jack cursed loudly: "STOP blow holes in me ship!!!! You worthless cowards!!!!"
~~~*~~~
The other ship had moved within boarding distance. Figures, clad all in black began to throw hooked ropes and swing toward the Pearl.
Zeke rotated the small dagger between his fingers calmly as the others pulled out their swords. The Pearl rocked as another canon ball burst straight through the lower deck. The captain was at the helm, trying to steer the ship to a more advantageous position. Jack has one hand on the wheel, the other making rude gestures at the other ship. "Ye're hurt'ng me love, oh, me precious. STOP IT!!! Ye FUCKING BASTARDS!!!!!"
Zeke gave him a quick look and sidestepped just in time to avoid a sword thrust. He shifted his body 90 degrees to the left, putting himself behind his attacker. He brought his left hand up from an angle, held the man's jaw firmly from behind and slashed his throat with the dagger. He smiled, feeling better already.
~~~*~~~
Will and Elizabeth looked at each other hard, nodded and jumped out from the crates at the same time. Elizabeth shot the nearest enemy in the shoulder, causing the man to lose his grip in mid swing and fall down, straight onto Will's sword.
After a few sharp jerks, the Black Pearl finally began firing back. Jack laughed maniacally somewhere to his left, he tried futilely to keep Elizabeth in his sight. Stab, sweep, parry and stab again. The smoke was getting ticker, he was losing her. "Elizabeth!!!" he yelled and jabbed his elbow into the stomach of the man who had tried to sneak up behind him.
He spotted her as she was being backed into a corner. He jumped the last couple of steps and grabbed her attacker's right arm and twisted. It broke right off through the shoulder joint. Will's eyes widened, there was no blood. The severed arm thrust upward, and covered his face with its palm and pushed, smashing Will's head hard against the post behind him.
Pain exploded and blackness swallowed him.
~~~*~~~
"Will!!!" came Elizabeth's desperate cry.
Two pairs of eyes snapped towards her as she was knocked down. Her attacker flipped Will onto his shoulder and jumped overboard.
Sulfur. Zeke snarled. He smelled sulfur. Well, well, what do you know. Then he felt the pull around his waist, someone had throw a rope around him while he was distracted. Another sharp tag made him lose his balance and fall down the short stair he was standing on.
Oops. He couldn't even brace himself against the impact before a large hand grabbed the back of his shirt, and tossed him over the sail.
Oh, no. Not the water, anything but the water. Zeke flailed his arms gracelessly before he smashed head first into the sea.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Zeke: The fighting scenes were horrible.
Me: I know, I was gonna keep them short so that nobody would figure out I am sucked at it. But then it just kept on growing. I really don't know anything about fighting,(comments, suggestions, anyone??) I prefer to use peaceful and diplomatic way to solve conflicts.
Zeke: Yeah, if she can't talk her way out of it, there are always the options of running away and playing dead.
Me: You SHUT UP! I still got that mullet, you know. Please R&R ^_^