~ Please note, this is not intended as slash. I don't write slash-I don't
have a problem with people who do, I just don't. Thanks. (
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After swimming until their arms ached so much, Jack and Will finally stopped when they reached on of the formatted coves on the shoreline.
"We'll stop here for tonight, then we'll make our way back," Jack explained.
Will was already taking his shirt off and ringing it out with his hands. Jack turned to him. He eyed the blacksmith up and down before coyly leaning in and clearing his throat.
"It is not acceptable for you to do that, Will." Jack said.
Will stared at him, holding onto his shirt tightly, and he frowned.
"Its wet, Jack. We can make a fire and dry our clothes." He replied innocently.
Jack glared at him.
"What, and sit huddled in our underwear? I am not sharing a fire, cove or anything else for that matter with you if you insist on being less than fully clothed, Will Turner." Jack replied sharply.
Will smirked. As much as Jack had front, he was also very picky as to whom he shared a place with and how they were categorised.
"Well, what if I was a woman?" Will asked with a mocking smile upon his lips.
"You're not, you never can be-believe me, I've tried to think of how I could be one for a day and nothing works. Well, nothing that I'm prepared to put myself through, anyway. Just put the shirt back on, Will, and we'll forget this ever happened." Jack replied.
Will hung it loosely over his shoulders, but refused to put it back on. He would warm and dry it, no matter what Jack had to say about the issue, and then he began to help Jack collect driftwood in order to make a fire.
*** The evening crept slowly on. The waves gently met the shore; the fire crackled and popped as the slight breeze caught it. Orange firelight bounced off Jack's face, and Will smiled as he put his -now dried-shirt back on.
"You really will regret not drying your clothes, Jack." He said, as he stretched out.
Jack turned to him.
"I really won't. Don't worry." He replied.
Will sighed as he laid down and tried to get comfy on the rocky ground.
"Well, I'm going to try and get some sleep. I've never swum so much in all my life." He mentioned, hazily.
Jack nodded.
"We'll be up early. So we can outrun them. Don't worry, I'll be up long before you, so I'll wake you in time." Jack's voice was as equally hazy, and he rolled over onto his side.
"Oh, and if you were a woman, you wouldn't be my type. You're far too pretty for your own good." Jack replied.
Will smiled and laughed softly, before drifting off into a dreamless sleep.
***
In the morning, Will was awoken by a rather sharp jolt to the back.
"If this is you way of waking me, Jack Sparrow, I-" He stopped. "Mayor Cran!" He said.
Mayor Cran nodded.
"Aye, it is. You're coming with me." He answered sharply, dragging Will to his feet.
Will franticly scanned for Jack. He was no-where. If that bloody pirate had left him to take the blame and he ever got out of this alive Will would have more than a few words to say to him.
"Don't worry about your fancy pirate friend. We've already got him." Mayor Cran answered.
Will felt his heart sink. This time, he was certain they'd never get out of this. If Jack had been captured, there would be no-way of telling how much longer they had left on the island, let alone how much longer they'd have left to live.
"Do you swear on your father's life that you were not by any means connected to the robbery of the Mayor's goblet and chain that proceeded to disappear on the night you arrived on Yardhill Island?"
Jack was tied tightly to a wooden post that rose a good seven feet upwards. It was secured in a pit, which, incidentally, was infested with some rather angry jellyfish waiting to sting their next victim. Whenever Jack did not provide an answer the Mayor and order of conformists were not satisfied with, the post was dropped, and he was subjected to a painful belt of stings from the little beasts. The Mayor's subjector repeated his question, though more forcefully.
"I don't have a father. But if I did, I wouldn't swear on his life. Far too complex for family issues and arguments. I wouldn't want a family rift now, would I?" Jack answered.
"Your mother's life, then?" The subjector asked, finding his patience was wearing thin.
"I don't have one of those either." Jack replied frankly.
The subjector gave a somewhat disconcerted sigh and looked to the Mayor.
"If you didn't have a mother and you didn't have a father, how then, we're you conceived?" Mayor Cran asked.
Jack smiled a let out a little laugh.
"Mr. Cran, if you do not know how babies are made, then I don't think your fit to be Mayor, now, are you? Someone of your intellect should really know how to-"
The post was dropped. Jack received a good belt of sharp stings and nips to his arms and neck, and, when the post was raised again, he looked a little bit sorry for himself. Will had been made to watch, to prepare himself with what was yet to come.
"Let's try again, shall we? If you won't swear on either of your parent's lives, then swear on your own, that you indeed was not in anyway related to the event that occurred four nights ago." The subjector said after giving Jack a few moments to recover himself.
"If I swear on my life, that would be like fate. I don't like that word. I don't want to take that chance. I can tell you that I was here four nights ago, but I most certainly was not connected with what went on with the stolen goods." Jack replied.
The Subjector moved forward.
"How? What were you doing on that night?" He asked.
Jack smirked again and looked to the Mayor and then to Will.
"I was 'conceiving' with the Mayor's daughter, Alice. If anything was stolen that night, it certainly wasn't those things you said to be. Alice, what is she, twenty? Twenty-two? Yes, something like that, but she most certainly did things that I believe a sixteen-year-old would do. Not much happens on this island, does it?"
For his remark, Jack received another belt of stings from the rancid little creatures. Will rolled his eyes. Why Jack had to be so un-constructed, he'd never know, but maybe this little punishment would teach the Pirate to be more formal and just answer the question instead of taking the longer way round.
"Throw them both in. Give me the key and we'll see what happens on this Island. As for Alice, we'll be speaking to her promptly." Mayor Cran replied.
Jack was untied, and he dropped to the ground. His arms were throbbing, and sharp, red flints of stingers etched into his tanned arms. His neck was covered with little marks and dots of where he'd been stung, but the worse marking occurred on his face, from his left cheek and over his eye. Will was released and he went straight over to him.
"Jack! Jack, are you all right? Jack, say something!" Will cried.
Jack slowly looked up.
"Jellyfish don't like me, Will, and now, I really don't like them." Came the response.
Will smiled in relief that Jack was alright, before both he and the Pirate where dragged off and thrown into a gloom-ridden cell. The heavy wooden door was bolted fast-from the outside, and there was one window, very high up that allowed the smallest pool of light into the cell. The window was only big enough for a child's hand to fit through and it seemed that this time, there really was no way out.
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After swimming until their arms ached so much, Jack and Will finally stopped when they reached on of the formatted coves on the shoreline.
"We'll stop here for tonight, then we'll make our way back," Jack explained.
Will was already taking his shirt off and ringing it out with his hands. Jack turned to him. He eyed the blacksmith up and down before coyly leaning in and clearing his throat.
"It is not acceptable for you to do that, Will." Jack said.
Will stared at him, holding onto his shirt tightly, and he frowned.
"Its wet, Jack. We can make a fire and dry our clothes." He replied innocently.
Jack glared at him.
"What, and sit huddled in our underwear? I am not sharing a fire, cove or anything else for that matter with you if you insist on being less than fully clothed, Will Turner." Jack replied sharply.
Will smirked. As much as Jack had front, he was also very picky as to whom he shared a place with and how they were categorised.
"Well, what if I was a woman?" Will asked with a mocking smile upon his lips.
"You're not, you never can be-believe me, I've tried to think of how I could be one for a day and nothing works. Well, nothing that I'm prepared to put myself through, anyway. Just put the shirt back on, Will, and we'll forget this ever happened." Jack replied.
Will hung it loosely over his shoulders, but refused to put it back on. He would warm and dry it, no matter what Jack had to say about the issue, and then he began to help Jack collect driftwood in order to make a fire.
*** The evening crept slowly on. The waves gently met the shore; the fire crackled and popped as the slight breeze caught it. Orange firelight bounced off Jack's face, and Will smiled as he put his -now dried-shirt back on.
"You really will regret not drying your clothes, Jack." He said, as he stretched out.
Jack turned to him.
"I really won't. Don't worry." He replied.
Will sighed as he laid down and tried to get comfy on the rocky ground.
"Well, I'm going to try and get some sleep. I've never swum so much in all my life." He mentioned, hazily.
Jack nodded.
"We'll be up early. So we can outrun them. Don't worry, I'll be up long before you, so I'll wake you in time." Jack's voice was as equally hazy, and he rolled over onto his side.
"Oh, and if you were a woman, you wouldn't be my type. You're far too pretty for your own good." Jack replied.
Will smiled and laughed softly, before drifting off into a dreamless sleep.
***
In the morning, Will was awoken by a rather sharp jolt to the back.
"If this is you way of waking me, Jack Sparrow, I-" He stopped. "Mayor Cran!" He said.
Mayor Cran nodded.
"Aye, it is. You're coming with me." He answered sharply, dragging Will to his feet.
Will franticly scanned for Jack. He was no-where. If that bloody pirate had left him to take the blame and he ever got out of this alive Will would have more than a few words to say to him.
"Don't worry about your fancy pirate friend. We've already got him." Mayor Cran answered.
Will felt his heart sink. This time, he was certain they'd never get out of this. If Jack had been captured, there would be no-way of telling how much longer they had left on the island, let alone how much longer they'd have left to live.
"Do you swear on your father's life that you were not by any means connected to the robbery of the Mayor's goblet and chain that proceeded to disappear on the night you arrived on Yardhill Island?"
Jack was tied tightly to a wooden post that rose a good seven feet upwards. It was secured in a pit, which, incidentally, was infested with some rather angry jellyfish waiting to sting their next victim. Whenever Jack did not provide an answer the Mayor and order of conformists were not satisfied with, the post was dropped, and he was subjected to a painful belt of stings from the little beasts. The Mayor's subjector repeated his question, though more forcefully.
"I don't have a father. But if I did, I wouldn't swear on his life. Far too complex for family issues and arguments. I wouldn't want a family rift now, would I?" Jack answered.
"Your mother's life, then?" The subjector asked, finding his patience was wearing thin.
"I don't have one of those either." Jack replied frankly.
The subjector gave a somewhat disconcerted sigh and looked to the Mayor.
"If you didn't have a mother and you didn't have a father, how then, we're you conceived?" Mayor Cran asked.
Jack smiled a let out a little laugh.
"Mr. Cran, if you do not know how babies are made, then I don't think your fit to be Mayor, now, are you? Someone of your intellect should really know how to-"
The post was dropped. Jack received a good belt of sharp stings and nips to his arms and neck, and, when the post was raised again, he looked a little bit sorry for himself. Will had been made to watch, to prepare himself with what was yet to come.
"Let's try again, shall we? If you won't swear on either of your parent's lives, then swear on your own, that you indeed was not in anyway related to the event that occurred four nights ago." The subjector said after giving Jack a few moments to recover himself.
"If I swear on my life, that would be like fate. I don't like that word. I don't want to take that chance. I can tell you that I was here four nights ago, but I most certainly was not connected with what went on with the stolen goods." Jack replied.
The Subjector moved forward.
"How? What were you doing on that night?" He asked.
Jack smirked again and looked to the Mayor and then to Will.
"I was 'conceiving' with the Mayor's daughter, Alice. If anything was stolen that night, it certainly wasn't those things you said to be. Alice, what is she, twenty? Twenty-two? Yes, something like that, but she most certainly did things that I believe a sixteen-year-old would do. Not much happens on this island, does it?"
For his remark, Jack received another belt of stings from the rancid little creatures. Will rolled his eyes. Why Jack had to be so un-constructed, he'd never know, but maybe this little punishment would teach the Pirate to be more formal and just answer the question instead of taking the longer way round.
"Throw them both in. Give me the key and we'll see what happens on this Island. As for Alice, we'll be speaking to her promptly." Mayor Cran replied.
Jack was untied, and he dropped to the ground. His arms were throbbing, and sharp, red flints of stingers etched into his tanned arms. His neck was covered with little marks and dots of where he'd been stung, but the worse marking occurred on his face, from his left cheek and over his eye. Will was released and he went straight over to him.
"Jack! Jack, are you all right? Jack, say something!" Will cried.
Jack slowly looked up.
"Jellyfish don't like me, Will, and now, I really don't like them." Came the response.
Will smiled in relief that Jack was alright, before both he and the Pirate where dragged off and thrown into a gloom-ridden cell. The heavy wooden door was bolted fast-from the outside, and there was one window, very high up that allowed the smallest pool of light into the cell. The window was only big enough for a child's hand to fit through and it seemed that this time, there really was no way out.