Upon A Painted Ocean - Part 12
Author: Daisy Sparrow
Pairing: Jack/Will, Will/Elizabeth
Rating: PG-13 and rising
Summary: Port Royal is infected by a strange disease. Will and Elizabeth enlisted the help of the Black Pearl to go after the stolen medicien. On the way, they encountered an old nemesis, a crazy priest, a mermaid and a demon who is after Jack's soul.
Disclaimer: Pirates of the Caribbean and all its characters are not mine. I am making no money off this. Don't sue the colleage kid who are already broke. Credit for the title goes to Coleridge's poem and P.Speare who wrote the most wonderful Weiss Kreuz fic. Also special thanks to Darkdancer for the betaing.
Warning: Same as always, first fic ever and English not my first language. Jack is getting SO out of character now. _ Anyway, please R&R!!!!
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He did not know how long he held the unconscious body in his arms. The sun was high above the alley and the light shined directly into his eyes. He blinked, the sting of the light brought his concentration back to the matter at hand.
Will's temperature had dropped a considerable amount. His forehead was no longer burning hot. Jack wipedb his sleeve carefully over the delicate face. Will's skin was cold and clumsy to the touch, his lips were lush as always but slowly turning a sickly blue. He tightened his hold on the still shivering form, white mist formed around Will's mouth every time he took a breath.
//Now he's freezing. What is going on?//
His finger tips caressed the soft cheek. Sunlight bathed the angelic face in all its radiance, he sighed with amazement at the very personification of innocent and purity the boy presented. His heart was light despite the thought of the inevitable confrontation which lurked at the edge of this peacefulness. He did not want to vacillate or prod too deep on the hows and whys of the situation. Will was safe, not necessary unharmed, but safe and alive. A few hours ago, that was all he could have ever asked for. That fact alone would have convinced him that miracles do exist and some higher deity might indeed be watching over the lots of them. He looked down at Will fondly.
//Now let's just get ye back to the Pearl, and we'll figure out what's wrong with ye.//
Everything is going to be all right now, he whispered into silky hair.
Footsteps and loud cheering echoed through the street just when he was collecting the limp body onto his back. He stopped dead in his track as a handful of drunk sailors, or pirates as everyone is bound to be in this town, marched around the corner and came into view. Lecherous smiles crepe upon the dirty faces as the pirates spotted them.
//This is not good. What else could possibly go wrong now?//
The pirates looked at each other with conspicuous smirks, and immediately came around the ally, blocked the only exit.
//Right, me an' me big mouth.//
The leader of the gang, for he was the largest and the smelliest of the bunch, stepped up and said in a tipsy tone. "Wel', wher' do ye think ye ar' goin'g?"
"I was just leaving, as I am sure ye gentlemen would have some other places to be also." His voice was polite, but there was a brittle undertone which warned that any unwanted advances would be dealt with swiftly and painfully.
"Wha' s th.' hurry, pretti?"
Heavy intoxication obviously restrict the flow of the oxygen into the brain. Jack debated with himself whether or not he should slack off on the rum a little in the future. Then decided that unlike the idiots before him, his intelligence was naturally high, so it would be irrelevant even if the rum did knock it down a few notches.
"As ye can see, my companion is really ill. Ye might want to get out of th' way, it could be contagious." He really did not want to fight right now. Will's safety came first, and he did not like the odds against them.
"Ah, tha' pretti boy ye ar' carrin'g. How about share him wit' th' rest of us." That comment was followed by several crude laughter and leering at his direction. "Or do ye wanna have th' boy all to yeself."
Black eyes narrowed. "It's not about wantin'g to have what ye wanted to have, it's about not wantin'g ye to have what ye wanted to have."
With one hand secured said boy against his chest, he rest the other hand on the hilt of his sword. The leader laughed and extend one hand toward Jack's face. With a flourish swirl of his body, he stepped out of way and brought his sword up. In one smooth arc, the sharp blade sliced off the offending hand at the wrist.
The pirate howled with pain. The others appeared to gain back some sobriety at the sudden turn of event and drew out their respectable weapons. With a few battle cries, they charged.
Jack rammed his fist into the face of the first man, then knocked him aside with the hilt of his sword. He brought his weapon up just in time to parry the attack from the second man. His wrist flicked, twisted the cutlass out of the man's grip and stabbed him through the chest. He fought like a mad man, the group of pirates parted way around him as bodies pilled behind his path. The arm around Will's waist was nicked twice, he gritted his teeth against the sting and pressed the unresponsive body harder against his own.
His sword hacked against another when something was hurled toward his face. He brought his free hand up reflexively to deflect the incoming object. His grip around Will loosened and the boy tumbled toward the ground. His eyes widen, and he bend down to intercept the fall when a vicious kick send him flying.
His head met the wall with solid impact. He bit his tongue at the explosion of pain and willed his eyes to stay open. A few steps away, the leader of the pirates were looming over Will. The man was pressing his bleeding wrist against his side, while the other held a dagger which was coming down toward Will's vulnerable neck.
"Noooo!!!!" He screamed, a blind panic seized his heart.
A second dagger, came out of seemingly nowhere, knocked out the descending weapon with swiftness and precision. A shadowy figure grabbed the back of the pirate and pulled him away from Will. The unknown rescuer then hammered his fist into the other man's stomach, held his neck with the other and snapped. The drunkard fell down like a puppet with its strings cut. With their leader gone, the rest of the pirate abandoned the fight and quickly scattered.
With a few large strides, Jack put himself between Will and the still unknown person. The other stepped calmly into the light.
His shoulders relaxed and he lowered his sword as light glided past the rumpled flame hair, envelope each strands in an orange highlight. He took in the ripped clothes, the bare feet, the cracked lips, the dust covered face and the general grouchiness of the youth before him.
"What happened to ye?"
Zeke did not dignify that with an answer, only grumbled out a few curses and mumbled sentences. Jack grinned toothily as he caught the words: heat, overestimate and human endurance.
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The choking stiffness inside the guest room was too much for even Lieutenant Gillette, and he finally agreed to walk Elizabeth to the top deck. She leaned against the rail and breathed in the salty air. The day was still young and the seagulls were crying loudly in the sky above.
The prow of the ship was facing east and Elizabeth dipped her head slight to avoid the direct sunlight. There was something in the water below. The light whiten the foam on the surface of the sea, large bubbles were spurring with alarming speed. She bowed her upper body further out of the rail for a better look. Gillette's voice roared fearfully from behind her.
"Miss. Swann!"
Her toes had left the grounds and her body was dangling dangerously with only her arms supporting against the wooden bars of the rail. There was a shadowy shape ascending from beneath the sea at where the bubbles were.
"Miss. Swann!"
Lieutenant Gillette was almost begging now. She signed, lowered herself and turned around to face him.
"Miss. Swann, *please* restrict yourself from doing such dangerous stunts."
Gillette was obviously not happy to be stuck with the baby-sitting duty. Elizabeth shrugged her shoulders, she didn't liked to be nannied neither.
"Miss. Swann, be so kind to step away from the rail. If you wish to conduct any further extracurricular activity, please do so at your own peril, and not on my watch."
A snappy retort was half way out of her mouth when something whooshed behind her following a large splash. Her eyes widened as she was grabbed from behind and flipped across the rail. The last thing she heard before the coldness of the water stunned her, was Gillette's shout of her name.
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The trip back to the Black Pearl was blissfully quite and uneventful. The crews was overjoyed at the return of the three. The captain had carried Will directly into the blacksmith's quarter, and ordered for some water and extra blankets. When Jack came out of the cabin, his _expression was angry and troubled.
Zeke caught the word 'doctor' between the whispering discussion between the captain and Mr. Gibbs. He was wondering how they would ever find a doctor on this pathetic excuse of an island, and even if they did somehow managed to dig one out of some hole, what good would he or she do against the power of the black sorcery.
The crews was tense at the captain's bad mood and none questioned the absence of Miss. Elizabeth. He was hushed aside to have the cuts on his feet dressed.
//This is the last time I will ever overestimate human endurance.//
He had listened absent mindly to the bitching and complements of the men around him. Apparently Anamarie had been filling his shoes for the past couple of days. According to the others, the lady had the most unusual sense of taste, and all inquiries on the edibility of the dishes she prepared, had been silenced by death glares and threats of bodily harm.
They also told him with no small amount of regret, that his roommate, the cabin boy Jess didn't make it out of the last raid on the ship. Zeke's face had remained inscrutable and indifferent. The truth was, he did not know how he was suppose to feel, or was he even suppose to feel anything at all. He only knew that he was somewhat relieved to be finally back onboard the Black Pearl.
He laid lazily on his bunk after Anamarie finally came in to scowled the others away. He didn't want to admit it, but despite all the close calls with the sea and the lack of development in his master plan, this masquerading of a life of piracy had grown to be rather enjoyable. Eyes closed, he let his mind wander.
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HELP!!! More than one people had told me that my summary sucked..in a subtle kind of way. But this is the best I can do..really!!! Does anyone have any suggestions or ideas..please let me know. Thanks ^_^
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Me: Will's condition might be a little confusing; it will be clarified in later chapters. But I'll explain it right now, this is spoiler!!!!!!
Spoiler!!!!!!
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The potion didn't work as planned because the ruby protected Will. But Will is still slowly dying, and only his true love (Jack) can touch him, anyone else's touch will burn him.
Author: Daisy Sparrow
Pairing: Jack/Will, Will/Elizabeth
Rating: PG-13 and rising
Summary: Port Royal is infected by a strange disease. Will and Elizabeth enlisted the help of the Black Pearl to go after the stolen medicien. On the way, they encountered an old nemesis, a crazy priest, a mermaid and a demon who is after Jack's soul.
Disclaimer: Pirates of the Caribbean and all its characters are not mine. I am making no money off this. Don't sue the colleage kid who are already broke. Credit for the title goes to Coleridge's poem and P.Speare who wrote the most wonderful Weiss Kreuz fic. Also special thanks to Darkdancer for the betaing.
Warning: Same as always, first fic ever and English not my first language. Jack is getting SO out of character now. _ Anyway, please R&R!!!!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
He did not know how long he held the unconscious body in his arms. The sun was high above the alley and the light shined directly into his eyes. He blinked, the sting of the light brought his concentration back to the matter at hand.
Will's temperature had dropped a considerable amount. His forehead was no longer burning hot. Jack wipedb his sleeve carefully over the delicate face. Will's skin was cold and clumsy to the touch, his lips were lush as always but slowly turning a sickly blue. He tightened his hold on the still shivering form, white mist formed around Will's mouth every time he took a breath.
//Now he's freezing. What is going on?//
His finger tips caressed the soft cheek. Sunlight bathed the angelic face in all its radiance, he sighed with amazement at the very personification of innocent and purity the boy presented. His heart was light despite the thought of the inevitable confrontation which lurked at the edge of this peacefulness. He did not want to vacillate or prod too deep on the hows and whys of the situation. Will was safe, not necessary unharmed, but safe and alive. A few hours ago, that was all he could have ever asked for. That fact alone would have convinced him that miracles do exist and some higher deity might indeed be watching over the lots of them. He looked down at Will fondly.
//Now let's just get ye back to the Pearl, and we'll figure out what's wrong with ye.//
Everything is going to be all right now, he whispered into silky hair.
Footsteps and loud cheering echoed through the street just when he was collecting the limp body onto his back. He stopped dead in his track as a handful of drunk sailors, or pirates as everyone is bound to be in this town, marched around the corner and came into view. Lecherous smiles crepe upon the dirty faces as the pirates spotted them.
//This is not good. What else could possibly go wrong now?//
The pirates looked at each other with conspicuous smirks, and immediately came around the ally, blocked the only exit.
//Right, me an' me big mouth.//
The leader of the gang, for he was the largest and the smelliest of the bunch, stepped up and said in a tipsy tone. "Wel', wher' do ye think ye ar' goin'g?"
"I was just leaving, as I am sure ye gentlemen would have some other places to be also." His voice was polite, but there was a brittle undertone which warned that any unwanted advances would be dealt with swiftly and painfully.
"Wha' s th.' hurry, pretti?"
Heavy intoxication obviously restrict the flow of the oxygen into the brain. Jack debated with himself whether or not he should slack off on the rum a little in the future. Then decided that unlike the idiots before him, his intelligence was naturally high, so it would be irrelevant even if the rum did knock it down a few notches.
"As ye can see, my companion is really ill. Ye might want to get out of th' way, it could be contagious." He really did not want to fight right now. Will's safety came first, and he did not like the odds against them.
"Ah, tha' pretti boy ye ar' carrin'g. How about share him wit' th' rest of us." That comment was followed by several crude laughter and leering at his direction. "Or do ye wanna have th' boy all to yeself."
Black eyes narrowed. "It's not about wantin'g to have what ye wanted to have, it's about not wantin'g ye to have what ye wanted to have."
With one hand secured said boy against his chest, he rest the other hand on the hilt of his sword. The leader laughed and extend one hand toward Jack's face. With a flourish swirl of his body, he stepped out of way and brought his sword up. In one smooth arc, the sharp blade sliced off the offending hand at the wrist.
The pirate howled with pain. The others appeared to gain back some sobriety at the sudden turn of event and drew out their respectable weapons. With a few battle cries, they charged.
Jack rammed his fist into the face of the first man, then knocked him aside with the hilt of his sword. He brought his weapon up just in time to parry the attack from the second man. His wrist flicked, twisted the cutlass out of the man's grip and stabbed him through the chest. He fought like a mad man, the group of pirates parted way around him as bodies pilled behind his path. The arm around Will's waist was nicked twice, he gritted his teeth against the sting and pressed the unresponsive body harder against his own.
His sword hacked against another when something was hurled toward his face. He brought his free hand up reflexively to deflect the incoming object. His grip around Will loosened and the boy tumbled toward the ground. His eyes widen, and he bend down to intercept the fall when a vicious kick send him flying.
His head met the wall with solid impact. He bit his tongue at the explosion of pain and willed his eyes to stay open. A few steps away, the leader of the pirates were looming over Will. The man was pressing his bleeding wrist against his side, while the other held a dagger which was coming down toward Will's vulnerable neck.
"Noooo!!!!" He screamed, a blind panic seized his heart.
A second dagger, came out of seemingly nowhere, knocked out the descending weapon with swiftness and precision. A shadowy figure grabbed the back of the pirate and pulled him away from Will. The unknown rescuer then hammered his fist into the other man's stomach, held his neck with the other and snapped. The drunkard fell down like a puppet with its strings cut. With their leader gone, the rest of the pirate abandoned the fight and quickly scattered.
With a few large strides, Jack put himself between Will and the still unknown person. The other stepped calmly into the light.
His shoulders relaxed and he lowered his sword as light glided past the rumpled flame hair, envelope each strands in an orange highlight. He took in the ripped clothes, the bare feet, the cracked lips, the dust covered face and the general grouchiness of the youth before him.
"What happened to ye?"
Zeke did not dignify that with an answer, only grumbled out a few curses and mumbled sentences. Jack grinned toothily as he caught the words: heat, overestimate and human endurance.
~~~*~~~
The choking stiffness inside the guest room was too much for even Lieutenant Gillette, and he finally agreed to walk Elizabeth to the top deck. She leaned against the rail and breathed in the salty air. The day was still young and the seagulls were crying loudly in the sky above.
The prow of the ship was facing east and Elizabeth dipped her head slight to avoid the direct sunlight. There was something in the water below. The light whiten the foam on the surface of the sea, large bubbles were spurring with alarming speed. She bowed her upper body further out of the rail for a better look. Gillette's voice roared fearfully from behind her.
"Miss. Swann!"
Her toes had left the grounds and her body was dangling dangerously with only her arms supporting against the wooden bars of the rail. There was a shadowy shape ascending from beneath the sea at where the bubbles were.
"Miss. Swann!"
Lieutenant Gillette was almost begging now. She signed, lowered herself and turned around to face him.
"Miss. Swann, *please* restrict yourself from doing such dangerous stunts."
Gillette was obviously not happy to be stuck with the baby-sitting duty. Elizabeth shrugged her shoulders, she didn't liked to be nannied neither.
"Miss. Swann, be so kind to step away from the rail. If you wish to conduct any further extracurricular activity, please do so at your own peril, and not on my watch."
A snappy retort was half way out of her mouth when something whooshed behind her following a large splash. Her eyes widened as she was grabbed from behind and flipped across the rail. The last thing she heard before the coldness of the water stunned her, was Gillette's shout of her name.
~~~*~~~
The trip back to the Black Pearl was blissfully quite and uneventful. The crews was overjoyed at the return of the three. The captain had carried Will directly into the blacksmith's quarter, and ordered for some water and extra blankets. When Jack came out of the cabin, his _expression was angry and troubled.
Zeke caught the word 'doctor' between the whispering discussion between the captain and Mr. Gibbs. He was wondering how they would ever find a doctor on this pathetic excuse of an island, and even if they did somehow managed to dig one out of some hole, what good would he or she do against the power of the black sorcery.
The crews was tense at the captain's bad mood and none questioned the absence of Miss. Elizabeth. He was hushed aside to have the cuts on his feet dressed.
//This is the last time I will ever overestimate human endurance.//
He had listened absent mindly to the bitching and complements of the men around him. Apparently Anamarie had been filling his shoes for the past couple of days. According to the others, the lady had the most unusual sense of taste, and all inquiries on the edibility of the dishes she prepared, had been silenced by death glares and threats of bodily harm.
They also told him with no small amount of regret, that his roommate, the cabin boy Jess didn't make it out of the last raid on the ship. Zeke's face had remained inscrutable and indifferent. The truth was, he did not know how he was suppose to feel, or was he even suppose to feel anything at all. He only knew that he was somewhat relieved to be finally back onboard the Black Pearl.
He laid lazily on his bunk after Anamarie finally came in to scowled the others away. He didn't want to admit it, but despite all the close calls with the sea and the lack of development in his master plan, this masquerading of a life of piracy had grown to be rather enjoyable. Eyes closed, he let his mind wander.
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HELP!!! More than one people had told me that my summary sucked..in a subtle kind of way. But this is the best I can do..really!!! Does anyone have any suggestions or ideas..please let me know. Thanks ^_^
***
Me: Will's condition might be a little confusing; it will be clarified in later chapters. But I'll explain it right now, this is spoiler!!!!!!
Spoiler!!!!!!
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**
**
**
**
**
**
**
The potion didn't work as planned because the ruby protected Will. But Will is still slowly dying, and only his true love (Jack) can touch him, anyone else's touch will burn him.