Upon A Painted Ocean - 18
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!
Archive:
As long as you 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 college 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.
I am getting so obsessed with Norrington, who is going to appear later on. But I realized that while not the most attractive guy in the movie, his stuck-up-ness is actually kind of cute. And he's justice obsessed, kind of remind me of Wufei from GundamWing.
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Elizabeth was avoiding him, and so was Jack.
He lay alone on the bed. The window and door were both shut, not even an ounce of light penetrated the confinement of the cabin. The darkness was his sanctuary and he welcomed it with open arms.
Elizabeth had not revisited him since their early disastrous reunion. The look of pure horror on her face was still stubbornly refusing to depart from his mind. He thought her absence was for the best right now, because he wasn't exactly ready to see her either.
He needed time to think and to sort out the jumbled mess that was his feelings. The last thing he wanted was to hurt the people he cared about involuntarily in the process, although that scenario was beginning to appear inevitable.
How he wished that this was all just a nightmare, that when he opened his eyes again, everything would have gone back to the way it was. Fortunately, or unfortunately, he wasn't so naive and ignorant as to believe that harmony can be restored and memory erased so easily. If there was indeed some natural or supernatural force that could accomplish this feat, he would gladly sell his soul for it.
As for Jack. Jack. Just the thought of the man would often push him to a state of coma like stupor, where his focus narrowed onto only the rogue pirate. He ran his finger tips, with painstaking conscientiousness, over the human shaped dent on the other side of the bed.
//I am sure it wasn't a dream//
Jack had held him and whispered comforting words in his ears until sleep claimed him. For the first time, he gave a name to the desperate craving inside him. It was hunger, hunger for the other man's touch. The pirate's embrace was like a safe harbor, some place that he could return to and would always belong.
When he woke up this morning, Jack was already gone. The only things that indicated the presence of the other from the previous night was the dent on the bed sheet, the lingering scent of rum and a few strands of black hair on the pillow. For some irrational reasons, he had felt like the female protagonist in a romance novel, abandoned after a one night stand.
Zeke had come in twice to bring him breakfast and lunch. He had faked sleep both times, although he didn't think the cook bought his acts.
The redhead had blithely chatted to the empty air above him, explained how they were headed for Isle de Aves, how the fish girl was still chasing after the Pearl, and how the younger man had cleverly caught an octopus, which the cook would secretly stuff into the pies for dinner. He had made a mental note that if he should go down to dinner, he should probably stay as far away from the pies as possible.
He sighed into stagnate air, and decided that this was about all the sulking he could endure. He sat up slowly and scanned his surrounding. From the little he could see, the room was a mess. A promiscuous heap of clothes was in one corner and a shattered lamp in the other.
He took off his nightshirt, kneeled down in front of his trunk and dug through the content. Luckily, there was a few clean shirts and trousers in it. He pulled one out, and stared at the small rip in the sleeve. It was the same shirt he wore when he went to the governor's house to deliver the sword and when he fought Jack for the first time.
The shirt was made of thick cotton and was one of the best he owned. The small imperfection on the sleeve was the result of a very fast swing of sword on Jack's part, which he had failed to dodge properly. Although the pirate did not manage to draw any blood, it had sped up his heart rate.
He nuzzled his face into the soft fabric and inhaled deeply until the coldness made him aware of his current state of under dress.
//Damn it. I have to stop doing that.//
He slide the shirt on top of his head and let the cloth fall onto his body. Then tugged his necklace inside his collar, averted gazing upon the ring. The friction between bare skin and smooth fabric was like a soft twinkling, like a gentle teasing, like Jack's touch.
His brain screamed at his hormones.
//Enough!//
He took a deep breath to compose himself and pushed open the door. Light poured into his cabin, something flashed silver on his night stand. He blinked and walked back towards his bed.
It was the dagger Zeke gave him when they were both captured and held on board of the Grey Owl. He had almost forgotten about it. His own sword was long gone, lost to God knows where. He picked it up gingerly, the metal was cool against the callous skin on his hand.
The dagger had offered him some comfort, small but nonetheless reassuring, when he was imprisoned on the enemy ship. He mused, perhaps it would help calming down his raging heart. He unfastened the straps around the leather hoist, and tied them around his left wrist. The hard blade pressed closely against the inside of his wrist through the thin layer of leather. He tightened the straps to secured it further and rolled down his sleeve to cover it.
//I hope Zeke doesn't mind if I hold on to it for a little while longer.//
He turned back toward the exit. A couple of large strides brought him out of the blackness of his cabin.
The hustling of the outside world invaded all his senses at the same time. It was the first time he had left his cabin since his return to the Black Pearl. A passing crew member chanted his name cheerfully in greeting. He waved back meekly.
The later afternoon sun was still shining brightly. The cries of dolphins and the humming of wind intertwined to generate a glissando of timbre, shivered up and down the scale. The melody was like the notes of a violin, undermined with sadness.
~~~*~~~
He balanced the dagger with two fingers. Sunlight glided across the body of the blade, and sharpened the silvery metal with a coating of frostily white. He ran his finger tip gingerly across the edge of the dagger, careful not to cut himself.
"Beautiful." He breathed out.
The ingenious piece of craftsmanship was simply stunning. Both sides of the blade started out perfectly parallel, followed the path of a small arc at half way until they reached the point of interception. Exotic design and drawing were carved from the tip, stayed mostly within the center line and diffused fluidly into the chamfering connected the blade to the hilt.
By closer inspection, he discovered that the drawings were actually scribbling fashioned in the forms of thorny vines. The miniature text blend sleekly into the flowing curvature and conferred the illusion of writhing plants.
His men had cleaned and polished the dagger before presented it to him. It was found embedded in the forehead of one of the guards on the Grey Owl. The wound was very shallow, barely scrapped the bones of the skull, yet the guard had been stunned into shock on the spot and bleed to death shortly afterward.
The metal appeared to be silver at first glance, but it has the hardness and weight of folded steel. He reckoned it to be made of some mixture of the two, or perhaps an unknown alloy. With a flick of wrist, he dropped the dagger, brought his hand around and gripped the hilt at the next instant.
"You might want to be careful with it." A bored voice rolled lazily from behind him.
He turned around to face the woman, as she tossed waves of blonde manes behind her shoulder casually and winked surreptitiously at him.
"The wound it inflected will never heal."
"Fascinating." His expressionless face said otherwise.
"One of Ezekiel's better ideas."
Her voice clanged softly like silver bells, the magnetic seductiveness in them could bring any ordinary man to his knees. But Edward Hensel Vann was no ordinary man. He ignored her warning and continued to fiddle with the dagger.
Pale arms sneaked around his neck like snakes, she purred beside his ear.
"Does nothing interest you?"
The motion of his hand did not pause. He shifted his head slightly, away from her intruding presence. The smell of limestone and spice clenched around her body like some kind of soured perfume.
"You know what interest me, or else you wouldn't be here."
"True."
She giggled. He found that the woman tended to giggle at everything, as if the world around her was one big joke. He wondered if the other one was as warped as she was.
"I don't care what you think, as long as you keep your end of the bargain."
"Of course, don't I always keep my words."
Vann wrinkled his shoulders out of her embrace. Her higher body temperature was blazing like the summer heat. Every time the woman came within five feet, he felt like he was being drained of all emotion until there was nothing left but a hollowed shell. She was almost unnaturally beautiful, yet she had always given him the impression of a vampiric slug.
"I just want you to be happy."
She pressed her petty body against his back, he could register every curve and roundness through thin fabric. It repulsed him further.
"I highly doubt that."
He quickly stepped away and she laughed out aloud. He pounded down the urge to reach for his pistol as her eyes glowed gold for one instant.
"That is wise. But I did keep my promise this time. The Black Pearl ... and her captain are on their way here as we speak."
She cycled around to face him. Her chin held high and amusement danced in large almond shaped violet eyes.
"Don't I deserve some praise? It's what you've been *wishing* for, isn't it?"
He did not raise to the bait. Over twenty years of anticipation and painfully biding for his time had taught him the virtue of patience and the delinquency of rashness. Not even love and passion could justify the miscalculation and reckless action he committed all those years ago. A true predator laid the trap and wait for its prey to come.
He had learned from his mistakes. This time, he won't let the boy get away. No, he corrected himself, the boy would be a man by now. A man who had made a name for himself, among everyone, the thieves, robbers, scum and especially the respectful citizens of the Caribbean.
"You will finally have you wanted."
"So will you."
His words were brisk and to the point. She shrugged nonchalantly.
"Ezekiel would have eventually come to his senses. He might not be the brightest, but he is not clueless neither. It just ... take him a while to process some things."
There was hurried footsteps down the hall way.
A few moments later, the door opened and brought a shaggily dressed man to their range of sight. The thin pirate ran the last couple of steps and kneeled down in front of Vann.
"Captain, we hav' a problem wit' th' priest. He's..."
A second voice cut off the pirate's report. Vann watched impassively as the door flung open again and Cane stampeded toward them.
"WHAT IS THE MEANING OF THIS!!!"
He turned his head slight towards the woman and droned into her ear. "Control your pet, or I will remove him."
"Now, now, is this any way to address your partner in crime." She chided without any real menace.
Cane stopped in front of them and bowed slightly to the woman first.
"My lady."
The priest then redirected his gaze towards him with poisonous intensity. In a voice baffled by anger and the long hike to the top of the compound, Cane accused him hotly.
"Where are my medicines?"
"I sold them." He answered evenly.
"What! How DARE you!"
Cane was breathing heavily and his cheeks had redden to the color of boiled lobster. He contemplate how upset the woman would be if he just put the moron out of his misery. His hand was almost to the hilt of his cutlass when she stepped into the argument.
"Waste energy arguing won't solve anything." She said in a soothing tone, like trying to calm down a child.
"But, but, my lady. The medicine are essential to my research." The priest pleaded in a pitiful tone.
"I understand that, but you need not trouble yourself with such trivial matter."
He watched the display impartially as she played the priest like a harp. Cane wobbled slightly on his feet as the woman caressed one cheek and ranked her fingers across the white hair.
"Do you not trust me?" She breathed into Cane's face.
"I...I do, my lady, implicitly."
Cane was trembling with repressed excitement. The priest sucked in a breath as she smiled at him. The small lift of rose-painted lips was like a ray of light, parted the clouds of gloom. Her face was suddenly transformed by an almost divine splendor. The priest shuddered at the dawning of new light in the woman's angelic face while Vann simply stared on.
"Good. You must be tired from your journey, go rest in your quarter."
"But.."
"No but, I will call for you when it is time."
"Y...yes."
"Do not worry. I will take care of everything."
"Thank you, thank you so much, my lady."
The priest was rooted to the ground and stared at her adorably. He glanced at the other pirate and motioned him to escort Cane away. The skinny man immediately obeyed and pulled the priest away rather forcibly towards the exit.
Vann turned to the woman and clapped mockingly a few times.
"Very well performed."
"Thank you." She smiled at him with false coziness.
"For a moment there, the word 'angel' crossed my mind."
Her shoulder shook with laughter and she upturned her face toward the sky. "Did you hear that, father." There was bitterness and something very keen to devious pride in her taunting voice.
A few moments later, he went back to examining the dagger, clearly dismissing her.
She chuckled and fixed the ribbons on her dress, then began walking toward the door. With one feet already out of the room, she looked back at him.
"A word of advice. If you see Ezekiel first, either kill him on sight or leave him alone and get out of his way completely."
He cocked one eyebrow at her, other than that his _expression was unchanged. Confidence reeked from the arrogant stance of his body.
"You are threading on dangerous territory. It would not be wise to anger a wish master, no matter how powerless he might appear in his current form."
The door clicked softly behind her.
He looked down on the dagger. He had no doubt that the one who forged it would be as deadly as the weapon itself. But he really did not care much about the demon.
The sole focus of his thoughts was the other one onboard the Black Pearl. He had difficulty imagining the scrawny little boy as a grown man. The other man would definitely be as beautiful and fierce as the ship he commanded. The grilling expectancy was simply killing him.
//Come back to me, my little sparrow.//
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Please tell me what you think! I am planning to end the story in another five chapters or so. If you have any comments or suggestion regarding the plot or anything else, now is the time to let me know. ^_^
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!
Archive:
As long as you 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 college 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.
I am getting so obsessed with Norrington, who is going to appear later on. But I realized that while not the most attractive guy in the movie, his stuck-up-ness is actually kind of cute. And he's justice obsessed, kind of remind me of Wufei from GundamWing.
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Elizabeth was avoiding him, and so was Jack.
He lay alone on the bed. The window and door were both shut, not even an ounce of light penetrated the confinement of the cabin. The darkness was his sanctuary and he welcomed it with open arms.
Elizabeth had not revisited him since their early disastrous reunion. The look of pure horror on her face was still stubbornly refusing to depart from his mind. He thought her absence was for the best right now, because he wasn't exactly ready to see her either.
He needed time to think and to sort out the jumbled mess that was his feelings. The last thing he wanted was to hurt the people he cared about involuntarily in the process, although that scenario was beginning to appear inevitable.
How he wished that this was all just a nightmare, that when he opened his eyes again, everything would have gone back to the way it was. Fortunately, or unfortunately, he wasn't so naive and ignorant as to believe that harmony can be restored and memory erased so easily. If there was indeed some natural or supernatural force that could accomplish this feat, he would gladly sell his soul for it.
As for Jack. Jack. Just the thought of the man would often push him to a state of coma like stupor, where his focus narrowed onto only the rogue pirate. He ran his finger tips, with painstaking conscientiousness, over the human shaped dent on the other side of the bed.
//I am sure it wasn't a dream//
Jack had held him and whispered comforting words in his ears until sleep claimed him. For the first time, he gave a name to the desperate craving inside him. It was hunger, hunger for the other man's touch. The pirate's embrace was like a safe harbor, some place that he could return to and would always belong.
When he woke up this morning, Jack was already gone. The only things that indicated the presence of the other from the previous night was the dent on the bed sheet, the lingering scent of rum and a few strands of black hair on the pillow. For some irrational reasons, he had felt like the female protagonist in a romance novel, abandoned after a one night stand.
Zeke had come in twice to bring him breakfast and lunch. He had faked sleep both times, although he didn't think the cook bought his acts.
The redhead had blithely chatted to the empty air above him, explained how they were headed for Isle de Aves, how the fish girl was still chasing after the Pearl, and how the younger man had cleverly caught an octopus, which the cook would secretly stuff into the pies for dinner. He had made a mental note that if he should go down to dinner, he should probably stay as far away from the pies as possible.
He sighed into stagnate air, and decided that this was about all the sulking he could endure. He sat up slowly and scanned his surrounding. From the little he could see, the room was a mess. A promiscuous heap of clothes was in one corner and a shattered lamp in the other.
He took off his nightshirt, kneeled down in front of his trunk and dug through the content. Luckily, there was a few clean shirts and trousers in it. He pulled one out, and stared at the small rip in the sleeve. It was the same shirt he wore when he went to the governor's house to deliver the sword and when he fought Jack for the first time.
The shirt was made of thick cotton and was one of the best he owned. The small imperfection on the sleeve was the result of a very fast swing of sword on Jack's part, which he had failed to dodge properly. Although the pirate did not manage to draw any blood, it had sped up his heart rate.
He nuzzled his face into the soft fabric and inhaled deeply until the coldness made him aware of his current state of under dress.
//Damn it. I have to stop doing that.//
He slide the shirt on top of his head and let the cloth fall onto his body. Then tugged his necklace inside his collar, averted gazing upon the ring. The friction between bare skin and smooth fabric was like a soft twinkling, like a gentle teasing, like Jack's touch.
His brain screamed at his hormones.
//Enough!//
He took a deep breath to compose himself and pushed open the door. Light poured into his cabin, something flashed silver on his night stand. He blinked and walked back towards his bed.
It was the dagger Zeke gave him when they were both captured and held on board of the Grey Owl. He had almost forgotten about it. His own sword was long gone, lost to God knows where. He picked it up gingerly, the metal was cool against the callous skin on his hand.
The dagger had offered him some comfort, small but nonetheless reassuring, when he was imprisoned on the enemy ship. He mused, perhaps it would help calming down his raging heart. He unfastened the straps around the leather hoist, and tied them around his left wrist. The hard blade pressed closely against the inside of his wrist through the thin layer of leather. He tightened the straps to secured it further and rolled down his sleeve to cover it.
//I hope Zeke doesn't mind if I hold on to it for a little while longer.//
He turned back toward the exit. A couple of large strides brought him out of the blackness of his cabin.
The hustling of the outside world invaded all his senses at the same time. It was the first time he had left his cabin since his return to the Black Pearl. A passing crew member chanted his name cheerfully in greeting. He waved back meekly.
The later afternoon sun was still shining brightly. The cries of dolphins and the humming of wind intertwined to generate a glissando of timbre, shivered up and down the scale. The melody was like the notes of a violin, undermined with sadness.
~~~*~~~
He balanced the dagger with two fingers. Sunlight glided across the body of the blade, and sharpened the silvery metal with a coating of frostily white. He ran his finger tip gingerly across the edge of the dagger, careful not to cut himself.
"Beautiful." He breathed out.
The ingenious piece of craftsmanship was simply stunning. Both sides of the blade started out perfectly parallel, followed the path of a small arc at half way until they reached the point of interception. Exotic design and drawing were carved from the tip, stayed mostly within the center line and diffused fluidly into the chamfering connected the blade to the hilt.
By closer inspection, he discovered that the drawings were actually scribbling fashioned in the forms of thorny vines. The miniature text blend sleekly into the flowing curvature and conferred the illusion of writhing plants.
His men had cleaned and polished the dagger before presented it to him. It was found embedded in the forehead of one of the guards on the Grey Owl. The wound was very shallow, barely scrapped the bones of the skull, yet the guard had been stunned into shock on the spot and bleed to death shortly afterward.
The metal appeared to be silver at first glance, but it has the hardness and weight of folded steel. He reckoned it to be made of some mixture of the two, or perhaps an unknown alloy. With a flick of wrist, he dropped the dagger, brought his hand around and gripped the hilt at the next instant.
"You might want to be careful with it." A bored voice rolled lazily from behind him.
He turned around to face the woman, as she tossed waves of blonde manes behind her shoulder casually and winked surreptitiously at him.
"The wound it inflected will never heal."
"Fascinating." His expressionless face said otherwise.
"One of Ezekiel's better ideas."
Her voice clanged softly like silver bells, the magnetic seductiveness in them could bring any ordinary man to his knees. But Edward Hensel Vann was no ordinary man. He ignored her warning and continued to fiddle with the dagger.
Pale arms sneaked around his neck like snakes, she purred beside his ear.
"Does nothing interest you?"
The motion of his hand did not pause. He shifted his head slightly, away from her intruding presence. The smell of limestone and spice clenched around her body like some kind of soured perfume.
"You know what interest me, or else you wouldn't be here."
"True."
She giggled. He found that the woman tended to giggle at everything, as if the world around her was one big joke. He wondered if the other one was as warped as she was.
"I don't care what you think, as long as you keep your end of the bargain."
"Of course, don't I always keep my words."
Vann wrinkled his shoulders out of her embrace. Her higher body temperature was blazing like the summer heat. Every time the woman came within five feet, he felt like he was being drained of all emotion until there was nothing left but a hollowed shell. She was almost unnaturally beautiful, yet she had always given him the impression of a vampiric slug.
"I just want you to be happy."
She pressed her petty body against his back, he could register every curve and roundness through thin fabric. It repulsed him further.
"I highly doubt that."
He quickly stepped away and she laughed out aloud. He pounded down the urge to reach for his pistol as her eyes glowed gold for one instant.
"That is wise. But I did keep my promise this time. The Black Pearl ... and her captain are on their way here as we speak."
She cycled around to face him. Her chin held high and amusement danced in large almond shaped violet eyes.
"Don't I deserve some praise? It's what you've been *wishing* for, isn't it?"
He did not raise to the bait. Over twenty years of anticipation and painfully biding for his time had taught him the virtue of patience and the delinquency of rashness. Not even love and passion could justify the miscalculation and reckless action he committed all those years ago. A true predator laid the trap and wait for its prey to come.
He had learned from his mistakes. This time, he won't let the boy get away. No, he corrected himself, the boy would be a man by now. A man who had made a name for himself, among everyone, the thieves, robbers, scum and especially the respectful citizens of the Caribbean.
"You will finally have you wanted."
"So will you."
His words were brisk and to the point. She shrugged nonchalantly.
"Ezekiel would have eventually come to his senses. He might not be the brightest, but he is not clueless neither. It just ... take him a while to process some things."
There was hurried footsteps down the hall way.
A few moments later, the door opened and brought a shaggily dressed man to their range of sight. The thin pirate ran the last couple of steps and kneeled down in front of Vann.
"Captain, we hav' a problem wit' th' priest. He's..."
A second voice cut off the pirate's report. Vann watched impassively as the door flung open again and Cane stampeded toward them.
"WHAT IS THE MEANING OF THIS!!!"
He turned his head slight towards the woman and droned into her ear. "Control your pet, or I will remove him."
"Now, now, is this any way to address your partner in crime." She chided without any real menace.
Cane stopped in front of them and bowed slightly to the woman first.
"My lady."
The priest then redirected his gaze towards him with poisonous intensity. In a voice baffled by anger and the long hike to the top of the compound, Cane accused him hotly.
"Where are my medicines?"
"I sold them." He answered evenly.
"What! How DARE you!"
Cane was breathing heavily and his cheeks had redden to the color of boiled lobster. He contemplate how upset the woman would be if he just put the moron out of his misery. His hand was almost to the hilt of his cutlass when she stepped into the argument.
"Waste energy arguing won't solve anything." She said in a soothing tone, like trying to calm down a child.
"But, but, my lady. The medicine are essential to my research." The priest pleaded in a pitiful tone.
"I understand that, but you need not trouble yourself with such trivial matter."
He watched the display impartially as she played the priest like a harp. Cane wobbled slightly on his feet as the woman caressed one cheek and ranked her fingers across the white hair.
"Do you not trust me?" She breathed into Cane's face.
"I...I do, my lady, implicitly."
Cane was trembling with repressed excitement. The priest sucked in a breath as she smiled at him. The small lift of rose-painted lips was like a ray of light, parted the clouds of gloom. Her face was suddenly transformed by an almost divine splendor. The priest shuddered at the dawning of new light in the woman's angelic face while Vann simply stared on.
"Good. You must be tired from your journey, go rest in your quarter."
"But.."
"No but, I will call for you when it is time."
"Y...yes."
"Do not worry. I will take care of everything."
"Thank you, thank you so much, my lady."
The priest was rooted to the ground and stared at her adorably. He glanced at the other pirate and motioned him to escort Cane away. The skinny man immediately obeyed and pulled the priest away rather forcibly towards the exit.
Vann turned to the woman and clapped mockingly a few times.
"Very well performed."
"Thank you." She smiled at him with false coziness.
"For a moment there, the word 'angel' crossed my mind."
Her shoulder shook with laughter and she upturned her face toward the sky. "Did you hear that, father." There was bitterness and something very keen to devious pride in her taunting voice.
A few moments later, he went back to examining the dagger, clearly dismissing her.
She chuckled and fixed the ribbons on her dress, then began walking toward the door. With one feet already out of the room, she looked back at him.
"A word of advice. If you see Ezekiel first, either kill him on sight or leave him alone and get out of his way completely."
He cocked one eyebrow at her, other than that his _expression was unchanged. Confidence reeked from the arrogant stance of his body.
"You are threading on dangerous territory. It would not be wise to anger a wish master, no matter how powerless he might appear in his current form."
The door clicked softly behind her.
He looked down on the dagger. He had no doubt that the one who forged it would be as deadly as the weapon itself. But he really did not care much about the demon.
The sole focus of his thoughts was the other one onboard the Black Pearl. He had difficulty imagining the scrawny little boy as a grown man. The other man would definitely be as beautiful and fierce as the ship he commanded. The grilling expectancy was simply killing him.
//Come back to me, my little sparrow.//
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Please tell me what you think! I am planning to end the story in another five chapters or so. If you have any comments or suggestion regarding the plot or anything else, now is the time to let me know. ^_^