Upon a Painted Ocean - Part 7
Author: Daisy Sparrow
Pairing: Jack/Will, Will/Elizabeth
Rating: PG13 and rising
Summary:
Jack is in pain, Will is confused, Elizabeth is cluless and Zeke really just want to do it right for once.
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 a voodo curse on you.
Credit for the title goes to P. Spear, who wrote the most wonderful Weiss Kreuz fic. Also special thanks for Darkdancer for the betaing.
Warning:
Jack doesn't appear in this part at all. I just thought I should get the whole thing with the ring and potion over with.
Zeke: It is really... unoriginal.
Me: Be nice. I wanted Will to initiate the relationship (it's always the other way around), and I need some kind of motivation. He doesn't seem like someone who would ditch Elizabeth just because he's lusting after Jack. I think he's responsible and has a strong sense of duty...and he does love Elizabeth, just in a brotherly sort of way. So R&R everyone.... even if it is to tell me how much I suck. : )
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Cane was caressing the ring like a lover. Will had plastered his back against the wall, there was no other place to go.
"This ring ... this ruby was part of a bigger piece. The original gem was excavated .... no, robbed about a hundred years ago, from the tomb of an Egyptian pharaoh. The piece was too big to smuggled out of the country, so the thief broke it into thirteen pieces and engraved them into various adornments."
Cane scratched his chin softly, deep in thought. Will wondered where he's going with this. It all seemed so completely off topic with their current issue.
"Now, the thief died shortly after. Some said it was the curse of the pharaoh. But according to the stone tablets inside the tomb, the ruby was used to imprison one of the most powerful demons of ancient time. By destroying the stone, the demon was released."
"Why are you telling me this?" Will tested his hands around the shackles, his shoulders were getting really sore.
"Patience, my boy, patience." Cane dismissed Will's protest with a wave, "....have you ever heard of something called wish master?"
Will's silence and bored _expression were his only answers.
"They grant you wishes in exchange for your soul. They are supposedly one of the highest ranking demons in hell. Especially this one, who was so evil, so vicious that he painted the Nile crimson with blood." Cane's voice raised with his excitement, like a professor in the middle of his favor lecture. "The ruby, after over five thousands years of containing the evil, has absorbed all his wickedness. The jewel made from it will corrupt its wearer and eventually drain him of all life. .....it was said that only those who has the purest heart and the strongest will could resist the temptation."
He stroked his finger across Will's bottom lip, pulled away just in time to avoid being bitten. "Such innocent... and purity, is just *begging* to be tainted."
~~~*~~~
Finally. Some respect. Zeke listened approvingly to the priest. One little mistake though, it wasn't the entire river, just a section of it, a very small section. Ok, so it was only a pod, but it was right in the pharaoh's backyard. But I still couldn't figure out why that spoiled Pharaoh brat was so pissed with the gore and all. He was the one who wanted to see the wonders that he had never laid eyes upon.
Will's eyebrows had just skyrocketed. Zeke chuckled to himself, what was that old saying...oh, yeah, the devil's greatest achievement is convicting mankind that he doesn't exist. He recalled that particular tomb raider. A non-believer he was, which you had to be if your livelihood happened to involve disturbing the dead. The thief had shown surprisingly amount of good sense and refused the gratitude offered by the nice little boy who came out of the gem. Actually he had stuffed the jewels in his pocket and ran.
I wasn't exactly in my best element at that time, being stuck inside a rock for five thousands years can do that to you. He was really scrawny, too. Probably died of malnutrition, not that I mind taking the credit for his dismissal.
But that thing with the ruby pieces was just ridiculous. Who the hell came up with such ludicrous tales? Sure, blame everything on the demons. In Zeke's limited experience, he found that greed is usually the cause for most deaths involving shiny and expensive objects. If anything, he should be the one afraid. That Egyptian brat may have been arrogant, but he was also very powerful.
~~~*~~~~
Will sighed. His suspicion had just been confirmed.
Cane was crazy.
Not about the demons. After skeleton pirates and mermaid, he can believe anything. It was the way Cane talked, the way he held himself, like a man possesed.
Maybe that's what Zeke meant.
His head had cleared up a great deal since his unfortunate encounter with that post. There was only a tiny tingling every time his wound is exposed to a breeze. He found his mind toning out Cane's chattering and drifted towards a certain ship and its inhabitants. He had no doubt that the Black Pearl won the fight the other night. He stared blankly at the setting sun outside of Cane's window.
How long has it been? Almost two days I think.
Guilt swelled up in his stomach. Elizabeth. He had spared her only a handful of thoughts since his captivity.
I am a terrible fiancé. I know she's all right, Jack wouldn't let anything happen to her .... I hope.
He had found himself somewhat preoccupied since he boarded the Pearl. All his life he had tried to mold himself into the image of a respectful citizen of the law, just liked the false image of his father, but he had never quite fitted in. Even back in Port Royal, he had heard the calling of the sea and its bewitching lulling. There were nights when he stayed awake and debated whether he should have jumped after Jack that day.
I wanted to stay with Elizabeth. My home is wherever she is. I love ..... her.
The last one sounded almost like a question in his mind. When he had first opened his eyes after the pirate attack on the passage ship, he had thought he was in heaven. There was the most beautiful angel smiling down at him. From that day on, she had became his lifeline, his connection to a past that was lost too soon and a future that seemed never to come. He wanted to stay close to her, to bask in her glory and radiance, because he was so cold, so very cold and lonely. As they grew older, that childish adoration transformed to devotion and admiration. But he dared not advance any closer; he was content to just watching her from afar. His world was perfect until that one fateful day when he met captain Jack Sparrow.
His first sight of the man had been those kohl-lined black eyes, so deep and hard, yet they shined with such childish innocence and mischief. He had felt like he was drowning again. During that fight, a single thought kept running through his mind. I MUST not let him go. He had an inkling that if he failed, he would lose the most precious thing in his life. He knew he liked Jack, they were friends after all. He liked his laughing eyes, those colorfully decorated braids, those thin lips that would curved into a bow when he smiled, that smooth tanned skin which contrasts so sharply against the crystal beads of sweat, that......
Oh, my god. I ... I think....I am ... attracted to Jack Sparrow, and...maybe even more.
Is this why he so often found himself watching the pirate captain, imprinting every detail with his hungry eyes? Is this why his thought always involuntarily turned to daydream of high sea and said captain by his side? Is this why he had felt so hesitant and unsure when he was courting Elizabeth?
How....could I....... I am a monster.
His friendship with the pirate was one of the most important things to him. He can not lose that just on the basis of some youthful curiosity and unsatisfied lust.
Jack must never find out about this.
Suddenly, a sharp burn across his cheek brought him back to reality.
~~~*~~~
The boy was clearly not paying attention. Cane slapped him, "Am I boring you, Mr. Turner?" There was a dangerous hint in his voice that the answer had better be no.
"Since you have been such a captivating audience, I'll let you in on a secret. You, my dear boy, are going to help me with a little experiment." Cane walked to the table, opened a drawer and took out a small flask. He spun the flask around its neck a few times, the clear liquid inside bubbled. "This is potion I've been making, not that different from the one I used in Port Royal..."
"So it WAS you!"
"...and I've been meaning to test it out." Cane continued as if uninterrupted, "Instead of drawing on people's fear, hatred and pain, this particular concation draws on .... love and...desire. The curse that is brewed into the potion will feed on that desire, twist that love until there is only the need to hurt and take."
Will was beginning to feel sick. "Tell me, boy. You haven't .... bedded young Miss. Swann, have you?" The priest looked vaguely proud of himself. With one hand clamped down Will's jaw and forcing it open, Cane poured the liquid down his throat. Will twisted his head fruitlessly within that iron grip, the potion was cool and sweet as honey, but left a bitter aftertaste. His vision was spinning out of control, his heartbeats thundered in his ears. Between loud laughter, Cane was saying something.
"seek out your true love.... your heart.... pure.... meant to be broken.... innocent spoiled.....trust destroyed.... suffering.... power.... the ultimate freedom..." Will could only make out a few discontinued fragments before the abyss of sleep claimed him.
~~~*~~~
"That was twisted." Zeke said matter of fact.
I like it, although it's not my usual cup of tea. But I doubt it will go according to your plan.
"And you are mad. Power will bring the complete opposite of freedom. It will bind you and control you. It's a drug, the more you have the more you will want."
I really have no luck. What is it with me and the mentally unstable ones? One lunatic is more than enough, thank you very much.
Cane gave him a meaningful look, ".... what would a pirate know."
Apparently more than you. Fool. I'll definitely be seeing you in a couple of years. In hell.
"Mr. Algol!" The door swing opened, and the one armed man walked in. "How is our course?"
"We ar' still heading towards the..." Algol glanced at Zeke from the corner of his eyes, "....meetin'g place."
"Change the course. We are going to Tortuga."
"Tortuga, sir?"
"That's where the Black Pearl will be. Couldn't excatly conduct my experiment without the other necessary ingredients ..... Ahhhaahaaaa...."
Zeke's ears were beginning to hurt, but he had to ask: "How did you know?"
"Haaahaaa..... a little blue bird told me...... Ahhahhaaaahhhaa.." Zeke kept his mouth shut. It *was* possible, one learn not to question psychopath like that. "Ahhhaaa....er....Mr. Algol. Inform me when we arrived and prepare the boat. We will be taking Mr. Turner with us."
"Th' redhead?"
Cane smirked, "The young gentleman here has an appointment with...what do you call it...Dave Jone's locker."
Shit. Not again.
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Author: Daisy Sparrow
Pairing: Jack/Will, Will/Elizabeth
Rating: PG13 and rising
Summary:
Jack is in pain, Will is confused, Elizabeth is cluless and Zeke really just want to do it right for once.
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 a voodo curse on you.
Credit for the title goes to P. Spear, who wrote the most wonderful Weiss Kreuz fic. Also special thanks for Darkdancer for the betaing.
Warning:
Jack doesn't appear in this part at all. I just thought I should get the whole thing with the ring and potion over with.
Zeke: It is really... unoriginal.
Me: Be nice. I wanted Will to initiate the relationship (it's always the other way around), and I need some kind of motivation. He doesn't seem like someone who would ditch Elizabeth just because he's lusting after Jack. I think he's responsible and has a strong sense of duty...and he does love Elizabeth, just in a brotherly sort of way. So R&R everyone.... even if it is to tell me how much I suck. : )
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Cane was caressing the ring like a lover. Will had plastered his back against the wall, there was no other place to go.
"This ring ... this ruby was part of a bigger piece. The original gem was excavated .... no, robbed about a hundred years ago, from the tomb of an Egyptian pharaoh. The piece was too big to smuggled out of the country, so the thief broke it into thirteen pieces and engraved them into various adornments."
Cane scratched his chin softly, deep in thought. Will wondered where he's going with this. It all seemed so completely off topic with their current issue.
"Now, the thief died shortly after. Some said it was the curse of the pharaoh. But according to the stone tablets inside the tomb, the ruby was used to imprison one of the most powerful demons of ancient time. By destroying the stone, the demon was released."
"Why are you telling me this?" Will tested his hands around the shackles, his shoulders were getting really sore.
"Patience, my boy, patience." Cane dismissed Will's protest with a wave, "....have you ever heard of something called wish master?"
Will's silence and bored _expression were his only answers.
"They grant you wishes in exchange for your soul. They are supposedly one of the highest ranking demons in hell. Especially this one, who was so evil, so vicious that he painted the Nile crimson with blood." Cane's voice raised with his excitement, like a professor in the middle of his favor lecture. "The ruby, after over five thousands years of containing the evil, has absorbed all his wickedness. The jewel made from it will corrupt its wearer and eventually drain him of all life. .....it was said that only those who has the purest heart and the strongest will could resist the temptation."
He stroked his finger across Will's bottom lip, pulled away just in time to avoid being bitten. "Such innocent... and purity, is just *begging* to be tainted."
~~~*~~~
Finally. Some respect. Zeke listened approvingly to the priest. One little mistake though, it wasn't the entire river, just a section of it, a very small section. Ok, so it was only a pod, but it was right in the pharaoh's backyard. But I still couldn't figure out why that spoiled Pharaoh brat was so pissed with the gore and all. He was the one who wanted to see the wonders that he had never laid eyes upon.
Will's eyebrows had just skyrocketed. Zeke chuckled to himself, what was that old saying...oh, yeah, the devil's greatest achievement is convicting mankind that he doesn't exist. He recalled that particular tomb raider. A non-believer he was, which you had to be if your livelihood happened to involve disturbing the dead. The thief had shown surprisingly amount of good sense and refused the gratitude offered by the nice little boy who came out of the gem. Actually he had stuffed the jewels in his pocket and ran.
I wasn't exactly in my best element at that time, being stuck inside a rock for five thousands years can do that to you. He was really scrawny, too. Probably died of malnutrition, not that I mind taking the credit for his dismissal.
But that thing with the ruby pieces was just ridiculous. Who the hell came up with such ludicrous tales? Sure, blame everything on the demons. In Zeke's limited experience, he found that greed is usually the cause for most deaths involving shiny and expensive objects. If anything, he should be the one afraid. That Egyptian brat may have been arrogant, but he was also very powerful.
~~~*~~~~
Will sighed. His suspicion had just been confirmed.
Cane was crazy.
Not about the demons. After skeleton pirates and mermaid, he can believe anything. It was the way Cane talked, the way he held himself, like a man possesed.
Maybe that's what Zeke meant.
His head had cleared up a great deal since his unfortunate encounter with that post. There was only a tiny tingling every time his wound is exposed to a breeze. He found his mind toning out Cane's chattering and drifted towards a certain ship and its inhabitants. He had no doubt that the Black Pearl won the fight the other night. He stared blankly at the setting sun outside of Cane's window.
How long has it been? Almost two days I think.
Guilt swelled up in his stomach. Elizabeth. He had spared her only a handful of thoughts since his captivity.
I am a terrible fiancé. I know she's all right, Jack wouldn't let anything happen to her .... I hope.
He had found himself somewhat preoccupied since he boarded the Pearl. All his life he had tried to mold himself into the image of a respectful citizen of the law, just liked the false image of his father, but he had never quite fitted in. Even back in Port Royal, he had heard the calling of the sea and its bewitching lulling. There were nights when he stayed awake and debated whether he should have jumped after Jack that day.
I wanted to stay with Elizabeth. My home is wherever she is. I love ..... her.
The last one sounded almost like a question in his mind. When he had first opened his eyes after the pirate attack on the passage ship, he had thought he was in heaven. There was the most beautiful angel smiling down at him. From that day on, she had became his lifeline, his connection to a past that was lost too soon and a future that seemed never to come. He wanted to stay close to her, to bask in her glory and radiance, because he was so cold, so very cold and lonely. As they grew older, that childish adoration transformed to devotion and admiration. But he dared not advance any closer; he was content to just watching her from afar. His world was perfect until that one fateful day when he met captain Jack Sparrow.
His first sight of the man had been those kohl-lined black eyes, so deep and hard, yet they shined with such childish innocence and mischief. He had felt like he was drowning again. During that fight, a single thought kept running through his mind. I MUST not let him go. He had an inkling that if he failed, he would lose the most precious thing in his life. He knew he liked Jack, they were friends after all. He liked his laughing eyes, those colorfully decorated braids, those thin lips that would curved into a bow when he smiled, that smooth tanned skin which contrasts so sharply against the crystal beads of sweat, that......
Oh, my god. I ... I think....I am ... attracted to Jack Sparrow, and...maybe even more.
Is this why he so often found himself watching the pirate captain, imprinting every detail with his hungry eyes? Is this why his thought always involuntarily turned to daydream of high sea and said captain by his side? Is this why he had felt so hesitant and unsure when he was courting Elizabeth?
How....could I....... I am a monster.
His friendship with the pirate was one of the most important things to him. He can not lose that just on the basis of some youthful curiosity and unsatisfied lust.
Jack must never find out about this.
Suddenly, a sharp burn across his cheek brought him back to reality.
~~~*~~~
The boy was clearly not paying attention. Cane slapped him, "Am I boring you, Mr. Turner?" There was a dangerous hint in his voice that the answer had better be no.
"Since you have been such a captivating audience, I'll let you in on a secret. You, my dear boy, are going to help me with a little experiment." Cane walked to the table, opened a drawer and took out a small flask. He spun the flask around its neck a few times, the clear liquid inside bubbled. "This is potion I've been making, not that different from the one I used in Port Royal..."
"So it WAS you!"
"...and I've been meaning to test it out." Cane continued as if uninterrupted, "Instead of drawing on people's fear, hatred and pain, this particular concation draws on .... love and...desire. The curse that is brewed into the potion will feed on that desire, twist that love until there is only the need to hurt and take."
Will was beginning to feel sick. "Tell me, boy. You haven't .... bedded young Miss. Swann, have you?" The priest looked vaguely proud of himself. With one hand clamped down Will's jaw and forcing it open, Cane poured the liquid down his throat. Will twisted his head fruitlessly within that iron grip, the potion was cool and sweet as honey, but left a bitter aftertaste. His vision was spinning out of control, his heartbeats thundered in his ears. Between loud laughter, Cane was saying something.
"seek out your true love.... your heart.... pure.... meant to be broken.... innocent spoiled.....trust destroyed.... suffering.... power.... the ultimate freedom..." Will could only make out a few discontinued fragments before the abyss of sleep claimed him.
~~~*~~~
"That was twisted." Zeke said matter of fact.
I like it, although it's not my usual cup of tea. But I doubt it will go according to your plan.
"And you are mad. Power will bring the complete opposite of freedom. It will bind you and control you. It's a drug, the more you have the more you will want."
I really have no luck. What is it with me and the mentally unstable ones? One lunatic is more than enough, thank you very much.
Cane gave him a meaningful look, ".... what would a pirate know."
Apparently more than you. Fool. I'll definitely be seeing you in a couple of years. In hell.
"Mr. Algol!" The door swing opened, and the one armed man walked in. "How is our course?"
"We ar' still heading towards the..." Algol glanced at Zeke from the corner of his eyes, "....meetin'g place."
"Change the course. We are going to Tortuga."
"Tortuga, sir?"
"That's where the Black Pearl will be. Couldn't excatly conduct my experiment without the other necessary ingredients ..... Ahhhaahaaaa...."
Zeke's ears were beginning to hurt, but he had to ask: "How did you know?"
"Haaahaaa..... a little blue bird told me...... Ahhahhaaaahhhaa.." Zeke kept his mouth shut. It *was* possible, one learn not to question psychopath like that. "Ahhhaaa....er....Mr. Algol. Inform me when we arrived and prepare the boat. We will be taking Mr. Turner with us."
"Th' redhead?"
Cane smirked, "The young gentleman here has an appointment with...what do you call it...Dave Jone's locker."
Shit. Not again.
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