Upon a Painted Ocean - Part 5
Author: Daisy Sparrow
Pairing: Jack/Will, Will/Elizabeth
Rating: PG-13 ... and probablly higher
Summary: This is quickly turning out to be an adventure story instead of a romance....with some OC, some angst, some sap, some h/c, and a lot of supernatural. But fear not, there's still gonna be tons of slash, it's 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.....or I'll put voodoo curse on ye. Credit for the title goes to P.Spear, who wrote the most wonderful Weiss Kreuz fic. Also special thanks to Darkdancer for the betaing.
Warning: This is the shortest chapter so far. Same warning as always, first fic ever and English isn't my first language. For those of you who read CLAMP's work, you can probablly guess that I am addicted to them, which means I like to write dream sequels with a lot of crying, screaming and flower petals. As for the love scenes(or can they even be counted as such?_) my apologizes in advance if they sucked. I must confess that I try not to write them because I really don't know what I am doing. I mean is there some kind of guidelines, or handbook or something...?
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The man at the door was dressed in the attire of a priest. The corner of his lips lifted up smugly as Will gasped, "Father Cane?!"
Men in black poured out from behind the priest and soon had the three surrounded Zeke drew out his dagger from his sleeve, but found pistols and cutlasses in the radius of the room all pointing at their heads. He reluctantly dropped the dagger and raised his hands in a universal sign of surrender. Tisha squeaked and burrowed herself deeper into the armchair.
"What....are you....how.....why....." Will was still staring unbelievably at the priest.
"Mr. Turner, how very wonderful to see you again." The oily voice said in response. Zeke found himself instantly disliking the man. "I must admit I did not expect to find you among the prisoners."
"You are ... in league with THEM?!!"
"No, my dear boy. I merely require their services."
"But you were at....Port Royal.... and..... YOU attacked the Pearl. Jack.... and Elizabeth!!!" With a cry, he lunged at Cane.
He stopped abruptly as the tip of a sword was pressed into his throat. "Tsk, tsk" Cane chided, "still as rash as ever, how did young Miss. Swann ever stand you? I believe I shall liberate her from your ever pestering presence."
"Mr. Algol. You remember Mr. Algol, don't you my boy." He gestured towards the man stepping out from behind him. "You may... indulge yourself."
Will recognized the man as the one who had attacked Elizabeth last night. The man was still sporting a missing arm. He sized Will up and with a scowl raised his left fist. Will instinctively brought up his hands to shield his face, seconds before a tremendous force rammed into his chest. He dubbed over in pain. In the distance, he could hear Zeke's angry yells and Tisha's terrified screams.
Algol laughed cruelly. "We are goin'g to have a lot of fun wit' ye, boy." He strode closer, grabbed the front of Will's shirt and ripped. Strings snapped and the fabric tore to reveal a smooth creamy chest. Will tried to shrink back, but a hand was twisting his shoulder painfully and a sharp kick at the knees made him lose his balance. Both of his kneecaps hit the floor, the pain shot from his legs straight to the his spine. He gasped for breath and glared up at the man defiantly.
A flash of red, the silver chain around his neck swung forth with the ring dangled at the end.
"STOP!" Cane's voice thundered.
Algol snarled at the order, but paused. None the less, he kept his feet on the back of Will's knees and grasped his hair to tilted his head up. Cane still had his sword drawn. He picked up the ring with the tip of his sword and examined it carefully.
"........ tell me, boy. How did you come about this ring?"
Silence answered him.
He smirked and backhanded Will across the face. Will coughed and blinked back the tears. His bottom lip was split, blood dripping down from the wound. Algol crouched down beside him. He licked the small stream from Will's chin and whispered into his ear.
"You better answer th' boss, boy. Or the fish lady here," he leered at Tisha, "... will be tonight's main cours'e."
".....it's my engagement ring."
"Is that so." Cane was rubbing the ring attentively between his finger tips. "And how long have you had it?"
"Long enough."
"...you are an interesting young man indeed, Mr. Turner." Cane's shoulders shook with invisible laughter. "Ahh..... what a treasure I've found!"
He sheathed his sword and straightened his back. "Now, Mr. Algol, kindly escort our guests to my quarters, there are some... private ... matters that we need to discuss."
"And th' fish lady?"
"Put her back in the barrel."
~~~*~~~
He's dreaming again.
But this dream was strangely peaceful. No fire. No blood. No sorrowful black eyes. No sarcastic laughter. Instead, he was filled with a sense of purpose.
There is something I must do.
He recognized the street. It was Port Royal. His legs took him over the bridge, under the stone gate and passed the statue of the goddess.What goddess? His hand paused at the door. The crystal sound of metal pounding on metal can be heard from the inside. He hesitated. He turned around with his back to the door.
I.... I can't do it.
The pounding sound stopped. He can hear the door open. Arms craddled him from behind. He leaned his head back, breathing in the smell of fresh apples mingled with the salty taste of sweat. Lips brushed across the skin just below his ear, followed by something wet and hot, which encircled his earlobe. The pure velvet heat swept pass the sensitive skin, front, back, and gone again. Only to be replaced by gentle yet insistent nipping.
Oh, God.
He gulped down lungfuls of air through a suddenly dry mouth. He pictured himself screaming, but the moan that came out was almost a purr, laced with need and desperation. The teeth clamped down a little more, pulling softly. One hand tightned around his waist, the other pinched the point just below his naval. He yelped, a teasing voice chuckled beside his ear. Two fingers sneaked into his half opened shirt, found a nipple, rubbed it until he was gasping and writhing.
I want more.
A silky voice whispered, "Aren't you going to reward me? Twice I've come to your rescue."
"What... do you want?" He never sounded this weak.
You.
I want you.
Jack.
Can I keep you?
A prayer. A sinful hope.
He swirled around and slammed the other against the wall. Chestnut hair tousled, maghogany eyes half lidded. He tore at the other's clothes.
"Hurry, Jack....PLEASE" the satiny voice urged. He was clawing and ripping at the clothes now. His hands went straight through the other's chest. Grey, everything was turning grey. The other's face blurred and smoke escaped between his fingers.
Gone.
Someone was pounding at the door. "Jack, wake up. Jack!!" Elizabeth's voice rang, chased away the last mist from his sleepy eyes. He stared at the ceiling solemly for a moment.
What would old Bill say if he could see ye now? ....probably beat yer face in for hav'ng designs on his son.
He shivered. There were no warm brown eyes watching over him. No strong arms anchoring his trembling body.
That's right. Will isn't here.
He drew his knees closer and wrapped the covers around himself.
~~~*~~~
Cane's room looked more like a torture chamber than sleeping quarters. There were instruments of all shapes and sizes lying on the metal table in the center. Will shuddered to think what they were for. He and Zeke were currently being chained to the wall, bound by both wrists and ankles.
Zeke hadn't looked in his direction once and had flinched when Will tried to talk to him. The cook was paler than usual. His gray eyes had darkened to the color of coal. His normally wild red hair had lost it's shine and fell lifeless forward to shadow part of his face. The silence was erie and Will had only his own thoughts for company.
What is going on here? Father Cane..... it all made some twisted sort of sense..... but why......
Algol and the other guards had taken Zeke's dagger but did not bother to search Will. He still had the small knife hidden inside his sleeve. He rested his head against the wall, the pressure in his shoulder was becoming bothersome. The cool presence of the knife was reassuring against the inside of his wrist. It was too big to use for a lock pick, but it comforted his raging mind.
A few minutes later, Cane entered the room. He looked disgustingly happy, but before he could open his mouth....
"You are the mastermind behind it all," Will spit out each word, his eyes piercing, "you are responsible for everything."
"Bravo, my boy! And how did you come by that conclusion?" Cane claped mockingly a few times.
Will's fierce gaze followed Cane as he stalked toward him. "Other than the obvious, your timings were too.... convenient. How is it that a priest in your position and statuere just happen to be cruising around the Caribbean when the madness began? And the arrival of the medicines, even it's abduction. I suppose the pirates who did it were working for you as well?"
"Captain Vann is an old ..... acquaintance."
"Is that why you attacked the Black Pearl? To detain us?"
"You were becoming an annoyance. It appears that I have underestimated you and Miss. Swann. I did not foresee that you would enlist the help of a pirate....especially not one such as Jack Sparrow."
Cane had leaned his elbows on either side of Will's head, he spoke softly into Will's face. "I am curious, how did a respectable citizen like Miss. Swann, and a lowly blacksmith such as yourself, befriend one of the most despicable criminals in the history of the empire?"
Will suppressed the urge to head butt the priest, and instead channeled all his anger and hatred into his gaze. "Jack Sparrow is a good man. He may not hold the most legitimate profession, but he is a hundred times more honorable than those who lie and hide behind the mask of righteous."
"Is that so." Cane taunted, "This...Jack Sparrow. Were you two.... good friends?" Will gritted his teeth and pawed his hands useless against the wall behind him. Cane was getting dangerously close now, his body almost touching Will's. He tried to change the topic in a haste.
"So those medicines, do they....they probably wouldn't work, would they. Then why did you let us chase after them??"
"Now, now, my boy. You don't really expect me to reveal ALL of the details of my plan, do you?"
"Did...did you start the madness as well?" Will found his thoughts lingering on the people left at Port Royal.
What happens to them now....and the governor. Elizabeth would be heartbroken.
"I did not start anything. The seed of evil is in the heart of every man, I simply gave it a little... fertilizing."
"How can you say that! You are a priest, an advocator of God. Do you know what you've done?" Will yelled back .
"What do YOU think I have done?"
"You've made a pact with the devil." A voice to his left said, gray eyes stared at him thoughtfully.
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Author: Daisy Sparrow
Pairing: Jack/Will, Will/Elizabeth
Rating: PG-13 ... and probablly higher
Summary: This is quickly turning out to be an adventure story instead of a romance....with some OC, some angst, some sap, some h/c, and a lot of supernatural. But fear not, there's still gonna be tons of slash, it's 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.....or I'll put voodoo curse on ye. Credit for the title goes to P.Spear, who wrote the most wonderful Weiss Kreuz fic. Also special thanks to Darkdancer for the betaing.
Warning: This is the shortest chapter so far. Same warning as always, first fic ever and English isn't my first language. For those of you who read CLAMP's work, you can probablly guess that I am addicted to them, which means I like to write dream sequels with a lot of crying, screaming and flower petals. As for the love scenes(or can they even be counted as such?_) my apologizes in advance if they sucked. I must confess that I try not to write them because I really don't know what I am doing. I mean is there some kind of guidelines, or handbook or something...?
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The man at the door was dressed in the attire of a priest. The corner of his lips lifted up smugly as Will gasped, "Father Cane?!"
Men in black poured out from behind the priest and soon had the three surrounded Zeke drew out his dagger from his sleeve, but found pistols and cutlasses in the radius of the room all pointing at their heads. He reluctantly dropped the dagger and raised his hands in a universal sign of surrender. Tisha squeaked and burrowed herself deeper into the armchair.
"What....are you....how.....why....." Will was still staring unbelievably at the priest.
"Mr. Turner, how very wonderful to see you again." The oily voice said in response. Zeke found himself instantly disliking the man. "I must admit I did not expect to find you among the prisoners."
"You are ... in league with THEM?!!"
"No, my dear boy. I merely require their services."
"But you were at....Port Royal.... and..... YOU attacked the Pearl. Jack.... and Elizabeth!!!" With a cry, he lunged at Cane.
He stopped abruptly as the tip of a sword was pressed into his throat. "Tsk, tsk" Cane chided, "still as rash as ever, how did young Miss. Swann ever stand you? I believe I shall liberate her from your ever pestering presence."
"Mr. Algol. You remember Mr. Algol, don't you my boy." He gestured towards the man stepping out from behind him. "You may... indulge yourself."
Will recognized the man as the one who had attacked Elizabeth last night. The man was still sporting a missing arm. He sized Will up and with a scowl raised his left fist. Will instinctively brought up his hands to shield his face, seconds before a tremendous force rammed into his chest. He dubbed over in pain. In the distance, he could hear Zeke's angry yells and Tisha's terrified screams.
Algol laughed cruelly. "We are goin'g to have a lot of fun wit' ye, boy." He strode closer, grabbed the front of Will's shirt and ripped. Strings snapped and the fabric tore to reveal a smooth creamy chest. Will tried to shrink back, but a hand was twisting his shoulder painfully and a sharp kick at the knees made him lose his balance. Both of his kneecaps hit the floor, the pain shot from his legs straight to the his spine. He gasped for breath and glared up at the man defiantly.
A flash of red, the silver chain around his neck swung forth with the ring dangled at the end.
"STOP!" Cane's voice thundered.
Algol snarled at the order, but paused. None the less, he kept his feet on the back of Will's knees and grasped his hair to tilted his head up. Cane still had his sword drawn. He picked up the ring with the tip of his sword and examined it carefully.
"........ tell me, boy. How did you come about this ring?"
Silence answered him.
He smirked and backhanded Will across the face. Will coughed and blinked back the tears. His bottom lip was split, blood dripping down from the wound. Algol crouched down beside him. He licked the small stream from Will's chin and whispered into his ear.
"You better answer th' boss, boy. Or the fish lady here," he leered at Tisha, "... will be tonight's main cours'e."
".....it's my engagement ring."
"Is that so." Cane was rubbing the ring attentively between his finger tips. "And how long have you had it?"
"Long enough."
"...you are an interesting young man indeed, Mr. Turner." Cane's shoulders shook with invisible laughter. "Ahh..... what a treasure I've found!"
He sheathed his sword and straightened his back. "Now, Mr. Algol, kindly escort our guests to my quarters, there are some... private ... matters that we need to discuss."
"And th' fish lady?"
"Put her back in the barrel."
~~~*~~~
He's dreaming again.
But this dream was strangely peaceful. No fire. No blood. No sorrowful black eyes. No sarcastic laughter. Instead, he was filled with a sense of purpose.
There is something I must do.
He recognized the street. It was Port Royal. His legs took him over the bridge, under the stone gate and passed the statue of the goddess.What goddess? His hand paused at the door. The crystal sound of metal pounding on metal can be heard from the inside. He hesitated. He turned around with his back to the door.
I.... I can't do it.
The pounding sound stopped. He can hear the door open. Arms craddled him from behind. He leaned his head back, breathing in the smell of fresh apples mingled with the salty taste of sweat. Lips brushed across the skin just below his ear, followed by something wet and hot, which encircled his earlobe. The pure velvet heat swept pass the sensitive skin, front, back, and gone again. Only to be replaced by gentle yet insistent nipping.
Oh, God.
He gulped down lungfuls of air through a suddenly dry mouth. He pictured himself screaming, but the moan that came out was almost a purr, laced with need and desperation. The teeth clamped down a little more, pulling softly. One hand tightned around his waist, the other pinched the point just below his naval. He yelped, a teasing voice chuckled beside his ear. Two fingers sneaked into his half opened shirt, found a nipple, rubbed it until he was gasping and writhing.
I want more.
A silky voice whispered, "Aren't you going to reward me? Twice I've come to your rescue."
"What... do you want?" He never sounded this weak.
You.
I want you.
Jack.
Can I keep you?
A prayer. A sinful hope.
He swirled around and slammed the other against the wall. Chestnut hair tousled, maghogany eyes half lidded. He tore at the other's clothes.
"Hurry, Jack....PLEASE" the satiny voice urged. He was clawing and ripping at the clothes now. His hands went straight through the other's chest. Grey, everything was turning grey. The other's face blurred and smoke escaped between his fingers.
Gone.
Someone was pounding at the door. "Jack, wake up. Jack!!" Elizabeth's voice rang, chased away the last mist from his sleepy eyes. He stared at the ceiling solemly for a moment.
What would old Bill say if he could see ye now? ....probably beat yer face in for hav'ng designs on his son.
He shivered. There were no warm brown eyes watching over him. No strong arms anchoring his trembling body.
That's right. Will isn't here.
He drew his knees closer and wrapped the covers around himself.
~~~*~~~
Cane's room looked more like a torture chamber than sleeping quarters. There were instruments of all shapes and sizes lying on the metal table in the center. Will shuddered to think what they were for. He and Zeke were currently being chained to the wall, bound by both wrists and ankles.
Zeke hadn't looked in his direction once and had flinched when Will tried to talk to him. The cook was paler than usual. His gray eyes had darkened to the color of coal. His normally wild red hair had lost it's shine and fell lifeless forward to shadow part of his face. The silence was erie and Will had only his own thoughts for company.
What is going on here? Father Cane..... it all made some twisted sort of sense..... but why......
Algol and the other guards had taken Zeke's dagger but did not bother to search Will. He still had the small knife hidden inside his sleeve. He rested his head against the wall, the pressure in his shoulder was becoming bothersome. The cool presence of the knife was reassuring against the inside of his wrist. It was too big to use for a lock pick, but it comforted his raging mind.
A few minutes later, Cane entered the room. He looked disgustingly happy, but before he could open his mouth....
"You are the mastermind behind it all," Will spit out each word, his eyes piercing, "you are responsible for everything."
"Bravo, my boy! And how did you come by that conclusion?" Cane claped mockingly a few times.
Will's fierce gaze followed Cane as he stalked toward him. "Other than the obvious, your timings were too.... convenient. How is it that a priest in your position and statuere just happen to be cruising around the Caribbean when the madness began? And the arrival of the medicines, even it's abduction. I suppose the pirates who did it were working for you as well?"
"Captain Vann is an old ..... acquaintance."
"Is that why you attacked the Black Pearl? To detain us?"
"You were becoming an annoyance. It appears that I have underestimated you and Miss. Swann. I did not foresee that you would enlist the help of a pirate....especially not one such as Jack Sparrow."
Cane had leaned his elbows on either side of Will's head, he spoke softly into Will's face. "I am curious, how did a respectable citizen like Miss. Swann, and a lowly blacksmith such as yourself, befriend one of the most despicable criminals in the history of the empire?"
Will suppressed the urge to head butt the priest, and instead channeled all his anger and hatred into his gaze. "Jack Sparrow is a good man. He may not hold the most legitimate profession, but he is a hundred times more honorable than those who lie and hide behind the mask of righteous."
"Is that so." Cane taunted, "This...Jack Sparrow. Were you two.... good friends?" Will gritted his teeth and pawed his hands useless against the wall behind him. Cane was getting dangerously close now, his body almost touching Will's. He tried to change the topic in a haste.
"So those medicines, do they....they probably wouldn't work, would they. Then why did you let us chase after them??"
"Now, now, my boy. You don't really expect me to reveal ALL of the details of my plan, do you?"
"Did...did you start the madness as well?" Will found his thoughts lingering on the people left at Port Royal.
What happens to them now....and the governor. Elizabeth would be heartbroken.
"I did not start anything. The seed of evil is in the heart of every man, I simply gave it a little... fertilizing."
"How can you say that! You are a priest, an advocator of God. Do you know what you've done?" Will yelled back .
"What do YOU think I have done?"
"You've made a pact with the devil." A voice to his left said, gray eyes stared at him thoughtfully.
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