Upon A Painted Ocean - Part 13
Author: Daisy Sparrow
Pairing: Jack/Will, Will/Elizabeth
Rating: PG-13 and rising
Summary: When a mysterious plague hits Port Royal Will and Elizabeth go with Captain Jack Sparrow to find a cure. But when Will is captured by the man who unleashed the plague and infected with a strange new disease that feeds on love things start to get complicated. Slashiness!
This is the new summary, how do you like it ^_^
Archive: I don't mind, but at least have the courtesy to ask me first.
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.
Me: Tisha is back.
Zeke: Will she ever go away?
Me: Not in the near future, but I've been told that you two make a cute couple.
Zeke: *gag*
Anyway, please R&R!!!!
P.S: If you want faster update, join the PotC slash group on yahoo, I usually post two chapters at a time there.
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He sat on the beach and gazed blankly into the ocean while one hand traced cycles on the sand beneath. The little white house in the distance had already stopped burning. In its place stood the ashen remains of the wooden structure.
"Do you ever get tired of the same dream?"
He turned his head towards that sarcastic voice. The other boy was perching on the upturned boat beside him, one leg tugged under a tight while the other dangled freely. Pointy chin rested on both palms and his elbow were supported against one knee. Crimson hair stayed motionless against the gentle wind, a curious smile lifted the pink lips. The boy would have looked normal if not for the slits in the scarlet orbs.
"Ye are later than usual this time."
"Yeah? Why do you say that?"
The boy cocked his head to the side slightly. The gesture was hauntingly familiar, but for the life of him, he could not remember where he'd seen it before.
"Ye are part of my dream. I made ye, ye only come out because I wish for it."
Red eyes darken to the shade of garnet, surprised at the insightful assertion, but recovered quickly.
"You are wrong. But.... what made you think that?"
"Did my mind not conjured ye up?" It was an honest question. "It must have. Ye are my personal tormentor, a reminder of all the sins I have committed."
"What sin would that be?"
Another cock of head. The boy had extracted the bend leg and was swing both back and forth happily.
"The wrong decisions that I made. And my failures.... I.... I failed everyone. Everyone back at the orphange, ...her....... and.....and..... Will."
"Yes, you did." The boy nodded eagerly, his smile widened.
"But ye are here to reprimand me...... so that I won't fail again."
"Is that what you think?" The boy pouted, shoulders dropped slightly. "No wonder this doesn't work as I thought it would."
"What didn't work?"
"Never mind what. If you knew this was a dream, why didn't you just wake up?"
"I can't."
"You can't." The boy was staring at him with the most strange _expression, like he didn't know whether he should laugh or cry. "This is *your* dream. You can do anything."
"I just can't. Ye usually come, say some awful things and wake me up."
"....what?"
"Can you do that now? Do it before *he* comes."
Now the boy looked like he was about to cry.
"You... you are telling me, that *my* torments woke you before the really bad stuff happens."
"Yes, that's what ye are here for, isn't it?"
The boy stared at him with inconceivable horror, before jumped off the boat and stomped both feet furiously against the sand. He stared open mouthed as the redhead began to swear fluently in foreign languages. A few he could recognize, the rest were just mumble jumble to his ears, but he was impressed nonetheless.
Distant footsteps distracted him from the display of childish trauma throwing. His eyes widen, he grabbed the other boy and shook him hard.
"Wake me up! Wake me up! Wake me up!"
During all the jumping, cursing and the general exercise, the black slits had expanded, filling almost the entire eye, leaving only the outer rim in the color of coral red. Now they were peering curiously over his shoulder.
"Him? You are afraid of him? I saw him the first time I was here. He never does anything except talk and talk."
He ignored that comment. His nails dug into clothed shoulders hard in anxiety.
"Wake me up! Wake me up! Damn you, WAKE ME UP!"
The boy said in the same nonchalantly tone, "Well, I guess it does kind of bite to save the same man, who would later murder everyone you cared about."
He considered running, but that had never helped before. The only thing that had been able to spared him of the imminent agony and misery was right in front of him. He gazed imploring at the boy, who was watching the approaching man with pique and disgust.
"This is unacceptable! Why do you fear him, yet are indifferent to me."
A clawed hand thrust into his chest. He looked fixedly down at the gaping wound where the forearm was still inserted, then stared up at the snarling face. The boy tipped his head down and whispered secretly into his ear.
"Kill him and all your nightmares will end."
He coughed, blood spilled from his mouth. He did not understand the brisk instruction. How would he kill something that was immortal and invincible. Furthermore, he did not understand why the boy was providing him with a solution when all he ever gave out before were more riddles and ambiguous replies.
"Why are ye..?"
The boy looked unsure and spoke with gloomy countenance, "I... don't know." Then with a cheerfully singsong tone, "But it will be fun to watch."
The arm was removed abruptly from his chest and he fell. The ground opened up beneath him as he was sinking deeper and deeper into the sand.
His eyes snapped open, the dream was quickly fading away. Unfamiliar ceilings, was his first thought.
//I am in Will's cabin.//
He looked down at the young man's still shivering form with worry. He touched the cold cheek lightly and tugged the blankets closer under the boy's chin. Then he sat back down on the chair beside the bed and hugged the blanket around himself firmly.
//It's goin'g to be all right, Will. I'll protect ye.//
~~~*~~~
Darkness loomed endlessly before him. He was lost within this shadowy maze. Each turn only brought him to more dead ends and monsters was hidden in every corner. Pain coursed through his body and he fought his way towards consciousness.
The first thing he saw was Jack's face hovering above him. He almost yelped at the closeness before he felt the warmth of a large hand caressing his forehead softly, reassuring him.
//Where am I?//
He stared despondently ahead, still dazzled from the long sleep. A gentle shake around his shoulder, Jack's eyebrows had drew together tightly due to his lack of reaction.
"Will? Can ye hear me?"
He opened his mouth to answer, but no sound came out. He tried again. There was only a small squeak, his throat was dry and throbbing painfully.
"It's all right now, mate. Ye are on the Black Pearl. Ye are safe."
A couple of fluffy pillows were inserted between his aching back and the hard mattress. A calloused but gentle hand grasped the back of his head, and a cup was delivered in front of his lips. He gulped down the cool liquid.
"Better?"
He nodded. The last few days were gradually coming back to him. He recalled the attack on the Black Pearl, his imprisonment on the enemy ship, the soothing feeling of Zeke's dagger against his wrist and ..... that crazy priest.
//What happened after that?//
The last clear memory he had was Cane's smirking face and the bitter sweet taste of the potion.
//The potion!//
Images assaulted his mind like swarms of scorpions. He dubbed over at the pain while Jack hastily gathered him up into strong arms. An anxious voice was repeating the same questions over and over, but his mind was already immersed in the flashing of colors and sounds.
He remembered.
Jack's surprised eyes.
The feeling of his palms slide over that sun-kissed skin.
The taste of soft lips, like rum, salt and something so uniquely Jack.
The sweet and warm cavern of Jack's mouth.
The feeling of a hard body shuddering beneath him.
He remembered them all, and most importantly he remembered Jack's struggle, his fierce shouting and the frightened light in those black eyes.
//Oh, god. What have I done!//
His face blanched. He also recalled the heat and the cold, although they were no longer as strong and demanding as they were before.
"Will? Are ye all right? What happened?"
"I don't remember anything!" The answer was blurted out of his mouth without any conscious thought. Jack's kohl rimmed eyes narrowed.
"Ye don't remember anything?"
"I.... I.....it's still all so blurring, but...I....was....eh....knocked out most of the time."
He could not care less about dishonesty now. All he wanted was to scavenge whatever was left of the friendship between him and Jack. Perhaps if Jack believed him to have amnesia, then he would be willing to forgive and forget. Maybe it was too much to hope for, but the iciness of desperation that is slowly spreading through his body, did not allowed him more time to contemplate the situation carefully.
"I... I may not have been myself. I think they did something to me.... some kind of....eh...black magic." He tried again when Jack's inquiring gazes did not stray.
"Is that so?" Jack's voice was rising steadily.
"Ye...yes."
"Ye really don't remember? Nothing at all?"
"N...No."
Their would-be argument was interrupted by soft screeching at the door followed by a knock.
~~~*~~~
She woke as the gentle wave of sea was splashed against her face. She was lying on a rock, the lower part of her body was still submerged under the water.
A small ray of light was shining through from the opening on top of what appeared to be a cave. The soft illumination cast a pale cycle of light around her. From the large crack between the stone in front of her, she can see the blurring line which linked sea and sky. The sun was slowly setting.
//Where am I?//
Another splash of water was throw onto her face. She turned her head and was rendered speechless by the sight before her.
A young girl was perching on the stone beside her, only there was fish tail connected the girl from waist down instead of legs. Thick mops of wet hair were pooling down her shoulder as if they were carved out of emerald. Large golden eyes adorned equally golden skin. The greenish half transparent fins on the girl's forearms were glittering with a metallic light.
"What?"
Her vocal cord was refusing to work and she could utter nothing other than that single word.
"So you are Elizabeth Swann."
She blinked at the curiosity and unfriendliness in that statement. The girl.....
//Mermaid. It's a mermaid.//
The mermaid was studying her intently. She shook her head. She didn't remember consuming any alcoholic substance beforehand, and the hardness of the rock below felt too real to be a hallucination.
"What?"
"Zeke told me all about you. I must say I was expecting someone a lot prettier."
The name Zeke had penetrated the thick fog gathered around her brain. She was instantly alerted.
//Zeke? The cook?//
"He said you are Will's fiancé."
Upon hearing the name of her beloved, she immediately sobered up. She pushed herself up and reached out toward the mermaid.
"Will? You know Will? You know where he is? Is he all right? Is he..."
The mermaid wrinkled her nose slightly as she bombed her with questions. Cheeks puffed up angrily, she shouted. "Hey, I am the one asking questions here. You are Elizabeth Swann, are you not. I heard that tall man call you Miss. Swann."
She composed herself and collected her anxious thoughts.
"I am sorry. Yes, I am Elizabeth Swann. What...I mean who are you?"
"Tisha. And you better remember my name, human."
The mermaid was looming over her with an challenging air.
"From now on, we are rivals."
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Zeke: Why! Why!!!! *pounding fists against the floor*
Me: You really are not very good at this whole torturing and driving people crazy thing. Remember what happened with the pharaoh?
Zeke: *Don't* remind me.
Me: Well, I am thinking about doing a little flashback next chapter.
Zeke: You are just doing that to spit me, aren't you!
Me: Actually, No. I tought your personality could use a little substance.
Tisha: *Poped up* He's got a personality?
Zeke: You are one to talk! Why won't both of you just die!!!!!
Thanks again for all of you who reviewed. You supports and encouragements are what's keeping me going. *bow*
^_^
Author: Daisy Sparrow
Pairing: Jack/Will, Will/Elizabeth
Rating: PG-13 and rising
Summary: When a mysterious plague hits Port Royal Will and Elizabeth go with Captain Jack Sparrow to find a cure. But when Will is captured by the man who unleashed the plague and infected with a strange new disease that feeds on love things start to get complicated. Slashiness!
This is the new summary, how do you like it ^_^
Archive: I don't mind, but at least have the courtesy to ask me first.
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.
Me: Tisha is back.
Zeke: Will she ever go away?
Me: Not in the near future, but I've been told that you two make a cute couple.
Zeke: *gag*
Anyway, please R&R!!!!
P.S: If you want faster update, join the PotC slash group on yahoo, I usually post two chapters at a time there.
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He sat on the beach and gazed blankly into the ocean while one hand traced cycles on the sand beneath. The little white house in the distance had already stopped burning. In its place stood the ashen remains of the wooden structure.
"Do you ever get tired of the same dream?"
He turned his head towards that sarcastic voice. The other boy was perching on the upturned boat beside him, one leg tugged under a tight while the other dangled freely. Pointy chin rested on both palms and his elbow were supported against one knee. Crimson hair stayed motionless against the gentle wind, a curious smile lifted the pink lips. The boy would have looked normal if not for the slits in the scarlet orbs.
"Ye are later than usual this time."
"Yeah? Why do you say that?"
The boy cocked his head to the side slightly. The gesture was hauntingly familiar, but for the life of him, he could not remember where he'd seen it before.
"Ye are part of my dream. I made ye, ye only come out because I wish for it."
Red eyes darken to the shade of garnet, surprised at the insightful assertion, but recovered quickly.
"You are wrong. But.... what made you think that?"
"Did my mind not conjured ye up?" It was an honest question. "It must have. Ye are my personal tormentor, a reminder of all the sins I have committed."
"What sin would that be?"
Another cock of head. The boy had extracted the bend leg and was swing both back and forth happily.
"The wrong decisions that I made. And my failures.... I.... I failed everyone. Everyone back at the orphange, ...her....... and.....and..... Will."
"Yes, you did." The boy nodded eagerly, his smile widened.
"But ye are here to reprimand me...... so that I won't fail again."
"Is that what you think?" The boy pouted, shoulders dropped slightly. "No wonder this doesn't work as I thought it would."
"What didn't work?"
"Never mind what. If you knew this was a dream, why didn't you just wake up?"
"I can't."
"You can't." The boy was staring at him with the most strange _expression, like he didn't know whether he should laugh or cry. "This is *your* dream. You can do anything."
"I just can't. Ye usually come, say some awful things and wake me up."
"....what?"
"Can you do that now? Do it before *he* comes."
Now the boy looked like he was about to cry.
"You... you are telling me, that *my* torments woke you before the really bad stuff happens."
"Yes, that's what ye are here for, isn't it?"
The boy stared at him with inconceivable horror, before jumped off the boat and stomped both feet furiously against the sand. He stared open mouthed as the redhead began to swear fluently in foreign languages. A few he could recognize, the rest were just mumble jumble to his ears, but he was impressed nonetheless.
Distant footsteps distracted him from the display of childish trauma throwing. His eyes widen, he grabbed the other boy and shook him hard.
"Wake me up! Wake me up! Wake me up!"
During all the jumping, cursing and the general exercise, the black slits had expanded, filling almost the entire eye, leaving only the outer rim in the color of coral red. Now they were peering curiously over his shoulder.
"Him? You are afraid of him? I saw him the first time I was here. He never does anything except talk and talk."
He ignored that comment. His nails dug into clothed shoulders hard in anxiety.
"Wake me up! Wake me up! Damn you, WAKE ME UP!"
The boy said in the same nonchalantly tone, "Well, I guess it does kind of bite to save the same man, who would later murder everyone you cared about."
He considered running, but that had never helped before. The only thing that had been able to spared him of the imminent agony and misery was right in front of him. He gazed imploring at the boy, who was watching the approaching man with pique and disgust.
"This is unacceptable! Why do you fear him, yet are indifferent to me."
A clawed hand thrust into his chest. He looked fixedly down at the gaping wound where the forearm was still inserted, then stared up at the snarling face. The boy tipped his head down and whispered secretly into his ear.
"Kill him and all your nightmares will end."
He coughed, blood spilled from his mouth. He did not understand the brisk instruction. How would he kill something that was immortal and invincible. Furthermore, he did not understand why the boy was providing him with a solution when all he ever gave out before were more riddles and ambiguous replies.
"Why are ye..?"
The boy looked unsure and spoke with gloomy countenance, "I... don't know." Then with a cheerfully singsong tone, "But it will be fun to watch."
The arm was removed abruptly from his chest and he fell. The ground opened up beneath him as he was sinking deeper and deeper into the sand.
His eyes snapped open, the dream was quickly fading away. Unfamiliar ceilings, was his first thought.
//I am in Will's cabin.//
He looked down at the young man's still shivering form with worry. He touched the cold cheek lightly and tugged the blankets closer under the boy's chin. Then he sat back down on the chair beside the bed and hugged the blanket around himself firmly.
//It's goin'g to be all right, Will. I'll protect ye.//
~~~*~~~
Darkness loomed endlessly before him. He was lost within this shadowy maze. Each turn only brought him to more dead ends and monsters was hidden in every corner. Pain coursed through his body and he fought his way towards consciousness.
The first thing he saw was Jack's face hovering above him. He almost yelped at the closeness before he felt the warmth of a large hand caressing his forehead softly, reassuring him.
//Where am I?//
He stared despondently ahead, still dazzled from the long sleep. A gentle shake around his shoulder, Jack's eyebrows had drew together tightly due to his lack of reaction.
"Will? Can ye hear me?"
He opened his mouth to answer, but no sound came out. He tried again. There was only a small squeak, his throat was dry and throbbing painfully.
"It's all right now, mate. Ye are on the Black Pearl. Ye are safe."
A couple of fluffy pillows were inserted between his aching back and the hard mattress. A calloused but gentle hand grasped the back of his head, and a cup was delivered in front of his lips. He gulped down the cool liquid.
"Better?"
He nodded. The last few days were gradually coming back to him. He recalled the attack on the Black Pearl, his imprisonment on the enemy ship, the soothing feeling of Zeke's dagger against his wrist and ..... that crazy priest.
//What happened after that?//
The last clear memory he had was Cane's smirking face and the bitter sweet taste of the potion.
//The potion!//
Images assaulted his mind like swarms of scorpions. He dubbed over at the pain while Jack hastily gathered him up into strong arms. An anxious voice was repeating the same questions over and over, but his mind was already immersed in the flashing of colors and sounds.
He remembered.
Jack's surprised eyes.
The feeling of his palms slide over that sun-kissed skin.
The taste of soft lips, like rum, salt and something so uniquely Jack.
The sweet and warm cavern of Jack's mouth.
The feeling of a hard body shuddering beneath him.
He remembered them all, and most importantly he remembered Jack's struggle, his fierce shouting and the frightened light in those black eyes.
//Oh, god. What have I done!//
His face blanched. He also recalled the heat and the cold, although they were no longer as strong and demanding as they were before.
"Will? Are ye all right? What happened?"
"I don't remember anything!" The answer was blurted out of his mouth without any conscious thought. Jack's kohl rimmed eyes narrowed.
"Ye don't remember anything?"
"I.... I.....it's still all so blurring, but...I....was....eh....knocked out most of the time."
He could not care less about dishonesty now. All he wanted was to scavenge whatever was left of the friendship between him and Jack. Perhaps if Jack believed him to have amnesia, then he would be willing to forgive and forget. Maybe it was too much to hope for, but the iciness of desperation that is slowly spreading through his body, did not allowed him more time to contemplate the situation carefully.
"I... I may not have been myself. I think they did something to me.... some kind of....eh...black magic." He tried again when Jack's inquiring gazes did not stray.
"Is that so?" Jack's voice was rising steadily.
"Ye...yes."
"Ye really don't remember? Nothing at all?"
"N...No."
Their would-be argument was interrupted by soft screeching at the door followed by a knock.
~~~*~~~
She woke as the gentle wave of sea was splashed against her face. She was lying on a rock, the lower part of her body was still submerged under the water.
A small ray of light was shining through from the opening on top of what appeared to be a cave. The soft illumination cast a pale cycle of light around her. From the large crack between the stone in front of her, she can see the blurring line which linked sea and sky. The sun was slowly setting.
//Where am I?//
Another splash of water was throw onto her face. She turned her head and was rendered speechless by the sight before her.
A young girl was perching on the stone beside her, only there was fish tail connected the girl from waist down instead of legs. Thick mops of wet hair were pooling down her shoulder as if they were carved out of emerald. Large golden eyes adorned equally golden skin. The greenish half transparent fins on the girl's forearms were glittering with a metallic light.
"What?"
Her vocal cord was refusing to work and she could utter nothing other than that single word.
"So you are Elizabeth Swann."
She blinked at the curiosity and unfriendliness in that statement. The girl.....
//Mermaid. It's a mermaid.//
The mermaid was studying her intently. She shook her head. She didn't remember consuming any alcoholic substance beforehand, and the hardness of the rock below felt too real to be a hallucination.
"What?"
"Zeke told me all about you. I must say I was expecting someone a lot prettier."
The name Zeke had penetrated the thick fog gathered around her brain. She was instantly alerted.
//Zeke? The cook?//
"He said you are Will's fiancé."
Upon hearing the name of her beloved, she immediately sobered up. She pushed herself up and reached out toward the mermaid.
"Will? You know Will? You know where he is? Is he all right? Is he..."
The mermaid wrinkled her nose slightly as she bombed her with questions. Cheeks puffed up angrily, she shouted. "Hey, I am the one asking questions here. You are Elizabeth Swann, are you not. I heard that tall man call you Miss. Swann."
She composed herself and collected her anxious thoughts.
"I am sorry. Yes, I am Elizabeth Swann. What...I mean who are you?"
"Tisha. And you better remember my name, human."
The mermaid was looming over her with an challenging air.
"From now on, we are rivals."
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Zeke: Why! Why!!!! *pounding fists against the floor*
Me: You really are not very good at this whole torturing and driving people crazy thing. Remember what happened with the pharaoh?
Zeke: *Don't* remind me.
Me: Well, I am thinking about doing a little flashback next chapter.
Zeke: You are just doing that to spit me, aren't you!
Me: Actually, No. I tought your personality could use a little substance.
Tisha: *Poped up* He's got a personality?
Zeke: You are one to talk! Why won't both of you just die!!!!!
Thanks again for all of you who reviewed. You supports and encouragements are what's keeping me going. *bow*
^_^