Upon a Painted Ocean - Part 3
Author: Daisy Sparrow
Pairing: Jack/Will, Will/Elizabeth
Rating: I don't know...PG. so far I guess
Summary: This is quickly turning out to be an adventure story instead of ..a first time fic....with some OC, some angst, some sap, some h/c, and a lot of supernatural. But there is still gonna be slash, just gonna be slow in coming.
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. Specical Thanks to Darkdancer for the betaing.
Warning: This part is a bit boring, especially the last few paragraphs. I had to explain what happened to Port Royal, couldn't really put it off any longer. I know it isn't very original. But I just watched that movie a while ago and it's the scariest movie I've ever seen. It's stuck in my head and still giving me nightmares.
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"Casualties?"
"None. Light to moderate injuries to most of the crew, couple of seriously wounded, we still couldn't stop Jess' bleeding." Mr. Gibbs scratched his beard softly, "Young Mr. Turner and the cook are missing."
".....Any live ones?"
"Not the ones on board, but we did find this." He held out a small medallion made of some reddish metal, "the same thing was also tattooed on some of them attackers."
"....I see." Jack hissed out, his fist tightening around the medallion.
Mr. Gibbs swallowed and took an unconscious step back. He waited a few more minutes for an order, saw none coming, sighed and went back to help with the repairing. Jack stroked the wheel slowly, to calm himself. His heart had sunk when he heard Elizabeth's desperate cry last night. He had frozen when he saw Will; his lungs contracting painfully.
His limp body being flipped onto one shoulder, Will's eyes closed tight, small streams of blood dripping from his hair onto the deck.
You FAILED.
A sting on his shoulder shocked him out of the trance. He brought up his hand and traced the bandages on his right shoulder lightly. They were already soaked with blood again. It was a deep cut, but he hadn't felt anything at the time. All he could see was Will's ashen white face and that small singsong voice in the back of his mind kept on repeating.
You failed. You failed. You failed again.
He had dashed to the sail on the other side. There was nothing when he looked down, only the white foams where Will and his captor made impact. He felt his blood freeze over, the voice increased to a constant drumming. There was red, red everywhere, fire and blood.
By the time the last attacker was killed, the enemy ship was long gone. The other ship had left its own men behind as a diversion while it fled. He had calmed down and pushed Will's kidnapping to the back of his mind. There were more pressing matters to deal with at that time.
~~~*~~~~
Elizabeth pressed the bloodied cloth harder against the wound. "Hold on, you'll be fine." She stroked his forehead softly. Jess' mouth opened and closed a few times, his eyes stared ahead, unseeing. His hand reached out blindly, she immediately took hold of it, squeezing it tightly. His lips trembled, "...col.....cold.....I.....m.....s..soo.....col...." Each syllabus grew quieter until there were no more sound. Elizabeth squeezed her eyes shut, feeling the sting behind them and bit down hard on her bottom lip.
~~~*~~~
Maybe tripping that watchman into the sea hadn't been such a bright idea, Zeke crossed his legs and rested his back against the wall of the cell, but I needed to vent my frustration on something. Still, this was no ordinary ship. He hadn't seen it coming until it was too late and Zeke had VERY good night vision.
The door on the other side opened and two men walked in. They were both wearing black, with last night's blood and sweat still on them. Zeke grimaced at the smell and the flashes of bad teeth, but paid them no more mind.
"So th's tha trophy Gile brought in."
"Pretty thin'g, ain't he."
When he'd hit the water last night, he had panicked.....for the first time in hell knows how long. Human bodies are so fragile after all. That really was NOT how he wanted to return home, he would be the laughing stock of all nine rings. So he had flailed arms and legs in all directions, trying to keep afloat. His left hand had hit something solid and he had latched onto it with all his might. The something turned out to be another man's booted leg, one of the attackers, who was in the process of climbing back to his own ship via the net on the side. The enemy ship was already pulling away from the Pearl, and no way was Zeke going to brave the distance between the two. He had given the man a weak little grin and allowed himself to be pulled up.
"Wha di da cap'tn say about him."
"I heard he's go'na *reward* the pretty to tha crew later."
This is NOT my day. Come to think of it, it hasn't been my week or month. My luck's been in steady decline ever since I took this hell forsaken assignment.
"Yo, pretty, we're go'na eat ya alive."
"Yeaa, eat ya alive."
No wonder Ursella was smirking at me when I left. Everyone else made it look so easy, why does EVERY evil little trick I do ALWAYS backfire.
"We'll put tha pretty lit'le mouth of yars to good use."
"Ya'll scream so hard tha whole sea will hear ya."
He fingered the shackles on his wrists, wondering how much heat it would take to melt the metal.
"Yo, prick. Are ya even listening to us??"
"Stup'd pris, fuck'ng kids now days. I fuck'ng wish...."
"Oh, yeah." Zeke's face lighted up, "what do you WISH for?"
~~~*~~~
Elizabeth shut the door quietly behind her and slide down onto the floor.
I will not cry. I will NOT cry.
She had seen death before, both under violent and peaceful circumstances. She had even caused a few herself, either directly or indirectly. Every time, the ache in her heart grew strong. It ripped a small part of her away, a part of her humanity. Her shoulders shook
Will.....I wish you were here......
She buried her face between her knees. .....first Port Royal.....then father....now you, I can't lose you, too. Will. Not loss, she reminded herself. She hadn't lost her father nor Port Royal, but it was close and it's getting closer with each passing day. Elizabeth thought back to the events that lead to this.
It started out inconspicuous enough. The local baker fell ill, the doctor had deemed it minor and prescribed an herb and two. Then the baker's wife attacked some poor innocent bystander in the market. The couple were locked away. A few days later, their condition worsen. Their eyes turned bloody and their behaviors more and more eradicate and violent. The towns people began talking about demon possessions.
The gossips grew wider and louder until Elizabeth's father, governor Swan, invited his old friend to Port Royal to perform an exorcism ceremony. Father Cane was well known in the empire, especially for his efforts in hunting down and terminating supernatural creatures of darkness. Elizabeth thought it was all overly dramatic, but had kept her silent since the baker and his wife did get better.
Things quieted down for a few days. Elizabeth and Will had begun planning for their wedding. They had thought to decide a date soon, since the whole town was in such cheery spirit. The governor had extended an invitation to Father Cane and even entertained the idea of him performing the wedding instead of the local priest. He had became something of a celebrity.
It was a stormy night when Elizabeth heard the first scream. At first she thought it was another pirate attack. Her father had locked up the mansion and forbidden her to leave. She had tied together the bed sheets and made a rope, so that she could climb out through the window. The town was in an uproar, there were fire, smoke, screaming everywhere. People were hurting each other and themselves. Elizabeth was terrified. The first place she went was Mr. Brown's. She found Will in a headlock and Mr. Brown about to bring down an ax on him. She hit him on the head with a rum bottle. (Me: what goes around, comes around!!! sorry, couldn't resist)
It seemed to be a strange illness, an infection that had snatched almost half the town people. Most ships, included the navy vessels were out of port at the time, and were warned off in order to contain the spreading of this madness. Around the upper hills where the riches lived, the soldiers who were stationed at Port Royal had set up barricade for those who were still well. Father Cane and the governor held meeting well into midnight. Father Cane told them that he had ordered a large amount of rare herbs and medicines from the far east, which were due to arrive in a day or two. Those medicine, he told them, were essential in order to drive off the evil spirits and cure the towns people. How very convenient, Elizabeth had thought. She was still skeptical, but it seemed the priest was their best chance. Small groups of soldiers were sent out to retrieve it, none of them came back. Then governor Swan had fell ill as well. They had to tie him to his bed post to stop him from clawing out his own eyes.
Elizabeth had volunteered then. She and Will sneaked down to the town only to find a pirate ship docked at the bay. The pirates soon made off with their medicine. They had stolen a small ship, a boat really, and followed closely in pursuit. The last time Elizabeth saw Port Royal was through the thick morning fog as the town grew smaller and smaller into the horizon.
They lost their target shortly afterward. A few days later, they found the Black Pearl. Or perhaps it was the Black Pearl that found them, Elizabeth thought back. Either way, she was still extremely grateful for their fortune.
~~~*~~~~
Will woke up to singing. He tried to move his head to search for the soft voice, but his vision was swirling and he couldn't lift his hands.
Where am I?
The coppery taste in his mouth reminded him of the previous night. He felt pressed down, like when he got the flu as a child, his mother had put several thick blankets on top of him. They were heavy and always made him felt like being trapped in a cocoon.
Jack......the Pearl.....Elizabeth!! We were attacked.
He tried to move his hands again, this time they budged. He reached one hand behind his head, it came away sticky. Footsteps came closer, he would have jumped back if he could when a rather ugly face pressed itself against the bars.
The door burst open. The guard turned around and stood up, took a few steps towards the door, then froze. A few seconds of silence, the guard fell down, a smaller dagger stood out between his eyes. Will did a double take, his voice felt staging and unused.
"Well, fancy .... meeting you here."
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Me: It's getting darker, I should probably change the PG. rating.
Zeke: I liked it.
Me: You WOULD.
Zeke: Why does Will always have to be the one getting kidnapped? Why can't it be Jack, it will make my job so easy without his little anchor to support him.
Me: ...... you know, it's not a bad idea. Maybe I can have Jack kidnapped and Norrington come to his rescue....accidentally of course. I doubt the Commodore would do it willing....at least, not at first. But not for this one, it's too late to change the plot now. So R&R everyone, please. ^_^
Author: Daisy Sparrow
Pairing: Jack/Will, Will/Elizabeth
Rating: I don't know...PG. so far I guess
Summary: This is quickly turning out to be an adventure story instead of ..a first time fic....with some OC, some angst, some sap, some h/c, and a lot of supernatural. But there is still gonna be slash, just gonna be slow in coming.
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. Specical Thanks to Darkdancer for the betaing.
Warning: This part is a bit boring, especially the last few paragraphs. I had to explain what happened to Port Royal, couldn't really put it off any longer. I know it isn't very original. But I just watched that movie a while ago and it's the scariest movie I've ever seen. It's stuck in my head and still giving me nightmares.
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"Casualties?"
"None. Light to moderate injuries to most of the crew, couple of seriously wounded, we still couldn't stop Jess' bleeding." Mr. Gibbs scratched his beard softly, "Young Mr. Turner and the cook are missing."
".....Any live ones?"
"Not the ones on board, but we did find this." He held out a small medallion made of some reddish metal, "the same thing was also tattooed on some of them attackers."
"....I see." Jack hissed out, his fist tightening around the medallion.
Mr. Gibbs swallowed and took an unconscious step back. He waited a few more minutes for an order, saw none coming, sighed and went back to help with the repairing. Jack stroked the wheel slowly, to calm himself. His heart had sunk when he heard Elizabeth's desperate cry last night. He had frozen when he saw Will; his lungs contracting painfully.
His limp body being flipped onto one shoulder, Will's eyes closed tight, small streams of blood dripping from his hair onto the deck.
You FAILED.
A sting on his shoulder shocked him out of the trance. He brought up his hand and traced the bandages on his right shoulder lightly. They were already soaked with blood again. It was a deep cut, but he hadn't felt anything at the time. All he could see was Will's ashen white face and that small singsong voice in the back of his mind kept on repeating.
You failed. You failed. You failed again.
He had dashed to the sail on the other side. There was nothing when he looked down, only the white foams where Will and his captor made impact. He felt his blood freeze over, the voice increased to a constant drumming. There was red, red everywhere, fire and blood.
By the time the last attacker was killed, the enemy ship was long gone. The other ship had left its own men behind as a diversion while it fled. He had calmed down and pushed Will's kidnapping to the back of his mind. There were more pressing matters to deal with at that time.
~~~*~~~~
Elizabeth pressed the bloodied cloth harder against the wound. "Hold on, you'll be fine." She stroked his forehead softly. Jess' mouth opened and closed a few times, his eyes stared ahead, unseeing. His hand reached out blindly, she immediately took hold of it, squeezing it tightly. His lips trembled, "...col.....cold.....I.....m.....s..soo.....col...." Each syllabus grew quieter until there were no more sound. Elizabeth squeezed her eyes shut, feeling the sting behind them and bit down hard on her bottom lip.
~~~*~~~
Maybe tripping that watchman into the sea hadn't been such a bright idea, Zeke crossed his legs and rested his back against the wall of the cell, but I needed to vent my frustration on something. Still, this was no ordinary ship. He hadn't seen it coming until it was too late and Zeke had VERY good night vision.
The door on the other side opened and two men walked in. They were both wearing black, with last night's blood and sweat still on them. Zeke grimaced at the smell and the flashes of bad teeth, but paid them no more mind.
"So th's tha trophy Gile brought in."
"Pretty thin'g, ain't he."
When he'd hit the water last night, he had panicked.....for the first time in hell knows how long. Human bodies are so fragile after all. That really was NOT how he wanted to return home, he would be the laughing stock of all nine rings. So he had flailed arms and legs in all directions, trying to keep afloat. His left hand had hit something solid and he had latched onto it with all his might. The something turned out to be another man's booted leg, one of the attackers, who was in the process of climbing back to his own ship via the net on the side. The enemy ship was already pulling away from the Pearl, and no way was Zeke going to brave the distance between the two. He had given the man a weak little grin and allowed himself to be pulled up.
"Wha di da cap'tn say about him."
"I heard he's go'na *reward* the pretty to tha crew later."
This is NOT my day. Come to think of it, it hasn't been my week or month. My luck's been in steady decline ever since I took this hell forsaken assignment.
"Yo, pretty, we're go'na eat ya alive."
"Yeaa, eat ya alive."
No wonder Ursella was smirking at me when I left. Everyone else made it look so easy, why does EVERY evil little trick I do ALWAYS backfire.
"We'll put tha pretty lit'le mouth of yars to good use."
"Ya'll scream so hard tha whole sea will hear ya."
He fingered the shackles on his wrists, wondering how much heat it would take to melt the metal.
"Yo, prick. Are ya even listening to us??"
"Stup'd pris, fuck'ng kids now days. I fuck'ng wish...."
"Oh, yeah." Zeke's face lighted up, "what do you WISH for?"
~~~*~~~
Elizabeth shut the door quietly behind her and slide down onto the floor.
I will not cry. I will NOT cry.
She had seen death before, both under violent and peaceful circumstances. She had even caused a few herself, either directly or indirectly. Every time, the ache in her heart grew strong. It ripped a small part of her away, a part of her humanity. Her shoulders shook
Will.....I wish you were here......
She buried her face between her knees. .....first Port Royal.....then father....now you, I can't lose you, too. Will. Not loss, she reminded herself. She hadn't lost her father nor Port Royal, but it was close and it's getting closer with each passing day. Elizabeth thought back to the events that lead to this.
It started out inconspicuous enough. The local baker fell ill, the doctor had deemed it minor and prescribed an herb and two. Then the baker's wife attacked some poor innocent bystander in the market. The couple were locked away. A few days later, their condition worsen. Their eyes turned bloody and their behaviors more and more eradicate and violent. The towns people began talking about demon possessions.
The gossips grew wider and louder until Elizabeth's father, governor Swan, invited his old friend to Port Royal to perform an exorcism ceremony. Father Cane was well known in the empire, especially for his efforts in hunting down and terminating supernatural creatures of darkness. Elizabeth thought it was all overly dramatic, but had kept her silent since the baker and his wife did get better.
Things quieted down for a few days. Elizabeth and Will had begun planning for their wedding. They had thought to decide a date soon, since the whole town was in such cheery spirit. The governor had extended an invitation to Father Cane and even entertained the idea of him performing the wedding instead of the local priest. He had became something of a celebrity.
It was a stormy night when Elizabeth heard the first scream. At first she thought it was another pirate attack. Her father had locked up the mansion and forbidden her to leave. She had tied together the bed sheets and made a rope, so that she could climb out through the window. The town was in an uproar, there were fire, smoke, screaming everywhere. People were hurting each other and themselves. Elizabeth was terrified. The first place she went was Mr. Brown's. She found Will in a headlock and Mr. Brown about to bring down an ax on him. She hit him on the head with a rum bottle. (Me: what goes around, comes around!!! sorry, couldn't resist)
It seemed to be a strange illness, an infection that had snatched almost half the town people. Most ships, included the navy vessels were out of port at the time, and were warned off in order to contain the spreading of this madness. Around the upper hills where the riches lived, the soldiers who were stationed at Port Royal had set up barricade for those who were still well. Father Cane and the governor held meeting well into midnight. Father Cane told them that he had ordered a large amount of rare herbs and medicines from the far east, which were due to arrive in a day or two. Those medicine, he told them, were essential in order to drive off the evil spirits and cure the towns people. How very convenient, Elizabeth had thought. She was still skeptical, but it seemed the priest was their best chance. Small groups of soldiers were sent out to retrieve it, none of them came back. Then governor Swan had fell ill as well. They had to tie him to his bed post to stop him from clawing out his own eyes.
Elizabeth had volunteered then. She and Will sneaked down to the town only to find a pirate ship docked at the bay. The pirates soon made off with their medicine. They had stolen a small ship, a boat really, and followed closely in pursuit. The last time Elizabeth saw Port Royal was through the thick morning fog as the town grew smaller and smaller into the horizon.
They lost their target shortly afterward. A few days later, they found the Black Pearl. Or perhaps it was the Black Pearl that found them, Elizabeth thought back. Either way, she was still extremely grateful for their fortune.
~~~*~~~~
Will woke up to singing. He tried to move his head to search for the soft voice, but his vision was swirling and he couldn't lift his hands.
Where am I?
The coppery taste in his mouth reminded him of the previous night. He felt pressed down, like when he got the flu as a child, his mother had put several thick blankets on top of him. They were heavy and always made him felt like being trapped in a cocoon.
Jack......the Pearl.....Elizabeth!! We were attacked.
He tried to move his hands again, this time they budged. He reached one hand behind his head, it came away sticky. Footsteps came closer, he would have jumped back if he could when a rather ugly face pressed itself against the bars.
The door burst open. The guard turned around and stood up, took a few steps towards the door, then froze. A few seconds of silence, the guard fell down, a smaller dagger stood out between his eyes. Will did a double take, his voice felt staging and unused.
"Well, fancy .... meeting you here."
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Me: It's getting darker, I should probably change the PG. rating.
Zeke: I liked it.
Me: You WOULD.
Zeke: Why does Will always have to be the one getting kidnapped? Why can't it be Jack, it will make my job so easy without his little anchor to support him.
Me: ...... you know, it's not a bad idea. Maybe I can have Jack kidnapped and Norrington come to his rescue....accidentally of course. I doubt the Commodore would do it willing....at least, not at first. But not for this one, it's too late to change the plot now. So R&R everyone, please. ^_^