Title: Zatlatzonco
Chapter: Eight
Pairing: Jack/Will/Elizabeth
Archive: At my site (http://www.angelfire.com/ct/CheshiresCastle/) by tomorrow afternoon. The first parts at ffnet (under Cheshire), next parts will get there when they get there. Anyone else, please ask, first.
Warnings: Adult content, adult language, violence, SPOILERS for the whole movie, slash, menage-a-trois
Disclaimer: Pirates of the Caribbean, as well as all of its characters, events, places, and plot points, are property of Disney. This is a non-profit fanwork for entertainment purposes only, and does not in any way take money away from Pirates of the Caribbean: The Curse of the Black Pearl, or its owners. In fact, if anything, it encourages viewership and the purchase of merchandise.
Author's Notes: JACK! Look, it's Jack! I hope I did him okay. I always worry about Jack. He's difficult to grasp when writing...the good thing about this story, of course, is it's Will-centric third person, which means I don't have to worry about Jack's thoughts and whatnot. Hope all of you like it!
And remember, if you loved me, you'd review!
Oh, yeah, just a quick reminder: I'll be at a writing workshop for ten days, starting tomorrow (okay, a writing workshop and then pittsburgh's local sci-fi/fantasy con ::hoping for PotC stuff:: ), so whether or not I'll be able to get out new chapters is questionable. I've got the next chapter written out about 1/3 of the way, and will try to at least finish that and send it in a few days.
VIII
The sound of canon fire frustrated both of the captives. "This is ridiculous," Elizabeth said sotto voce, and Will found himself agreeing with her.
He took the steps two or three at a time and came upon their unconscious guards. "What are you doing?" The questioning ceased quickly as he ran back upwards, handing Elizabeth her pistol and buckling his dagger back to his belt.
"Oh," she smiled at him, he smiled back. Once more they were caught in their own private moment, broken as another barrage of fire hit against the sides of the boat.
"Up?"
"Up." She went first. She had the gun, could shoot quicker than Will could lock swords with someone, it made sense. It didn't make him feel any better about letting a girl take the lead.
As they ascended, a sudden thought took Will back into the past year, and he paused. Elizabeth kept climbing, but he paid her no heed. "I know those guns," he whispered, eyes widening, a weight lifting from his shoulders. "It's the Pearl!"
When he looked to see if Elizabeth had also noticed, he found her already topside, probably causing hell. A laugh escaped his throat, flowing off his lips. He bounded up the stairs, bursting forth into the fury of fighting with a sharp lookout for anyone he recognized.
There was Gibbs. Anamaria was on the far side of the ship. Cotton he could see still on the Pearl, loading canons. Will had the realization that no one seemed outnumbered, and by the amount of people fighting, that meant Jack had finally gotten a full crew, just like the Black Pearl deserved. Jack....
A large black man flew from his side, saber bared and already bloody. He was strong, much stronger than Will, but that was something any experienced person could work around, especially during such desperate moments. Will, in a stroke of inspiration, managed to trip the man after a particularly complicated thrust-and-parry movement. It would normally not have worked, but no one was expecting Will to cheat. And again, his thoughts turned back to the one man who could possibly be leading the attack on this ship.
He heard a noise, a drunken chuckle with a twinge of hysteria. Slipping past one pirate he made his way towards the noise, having to fight for every inch he won. And there was the Captain of the Black Pearl, in all his shoddy glory.
Will was proud that he didn't shout out the name on the tip of his tongue, or go barreling towards the older man. Instead he hung back, taking on a particularly easy opponent with a long handled ax. At the...opportune moment...he went forward and managed to take one of the three opponents fighting the unstable pirate out of the way.
"Will?" Those dark eyes looked at him for a moment as though Jack thought he was seeing things (Will was sure it wouldn't be the first time, if he were simply an hallucination--with as much as the pirate drank, he most likely saw purple giraffes dancing on water some days).
"Jack," he replied, face completely expressionless.
"Will!" An arm was thrown around his shoulder, the other casually elbowed an enemy who had been running towards them. "What are you doing here? And where's the lass? She didn't run off with that Commodore chap, did she? Bad break, though if you wanted to be a pirate, you just had to ask old Jack here."
He could have laughed with relief. Same Jack, same Pearl, same situation he had been in a few times before and wouldn't it be his luck to continue in the same pattern for years. "No, she didn't run off. We're engaged. And I'm not a pirate," a glare was given at that statement, because Jack knew very well he wouldn't be on such a ship if he were, "we're hostages."
An over dramatic wince (though, what did Jack do that wasn't over dramatic?) followed. "Hostages, eh? Parlay, then?"
"Um, yes." Will was pushed out of the way in time to avoid a bullet through the skull.
Just as suddenly as their camaraderie-filled reunion had begun, it ended. Once more, just as they had back when he had helped Jack escape from the hangman's noose, they were fighting in unison. Back to back they managed to fend off all attackers.
"After thee girl, again?"
"No, actually. They wanted something else from the ship. We had been fighting, but were overpowered." He parried a thrust of a sword, lunged, felt once more the familiar weight as his blade was pushed into an opponent's body. It disturbed him, how easily he could remember such a feeling, how clear it stuck out in his mind.
He had been in too many fights, in too short a lifetime, he decided. Half the royal navy had not seen as much action as he had in a year's time. But, then again, most pirates had seen just as much, if not more.
Jack was shouting orders as he fought, and even if his crew was busy, they were being carried out perfectly. It was always a sight, how he switched from friendly lush to the commanding figure most who had served under him found familiar. Will had known Jack was capable when they had managed to steal the boat right out from under Norrington's nose, but it was only after they had sailed again from Tortuga with a crew that he realized, as foolish as some may think it was, that Jack Sparrow _was_ a captain.
Anyone could claim that title if they had a boat. Call themselves "captain" and even make others do it as well. But few could truly command, and few could instill such respect in a person. That was the difference between Jack and so many others running around the oceans: he had the knowledge, the charisma, and the extreme skill needed.
"You have a full crew, I noticed," Will said at a point when both he and Jack faced each other, having swung around in order to avoid the swipes of bladed weapons. There was a very soft, muffled noise as their backs hit against each other. The press of hard muscles felt odd yet comforting to Will, as if fighting back-to-back with Jack somehow made being in the middle of an awful fight safer.
"Planning on insulting me crew again, are you?" He didn't have to see the Jack's face to know a smile had appeared once more--he simply had to know that he, too, was grinning at the memory of that particular moment in Tortuga.
"They were all capable and worthy pirates, I was simply hoping you had displayed the same luck once more. We both know that luck and you don't always go hand-in-hand." They turned as one, Will having felt the shifting of Jack's body moments before it would have become obvious to someone watching.
He was facing most of the ship, now, and his eyes roved over the people on deck for a split second he had free between severely injuring one pirate and parrying a thrust from another. Elizabeth had gotten hold of a short staff and, backed into a semi-circle with two others who had to be from the Black Pearl, was taking hard swipes at anyone who came near. Will was very relieved that she appeared to be unharmed, and focused once more on the fight, and, though he didn't wish to, the emotions roiling through his mind at once more being near Jack.
"Why did they happen to take you prisoner, mate? Take a fancy to the girl?" Will could actually hear the smirk in the Jack's voice. "Take a fancy to you? Should've claimed to be a eunuch, bet ya they'd believe it."
"Yes, that's exactly it. I tried using the eunuch excuse, but they made me show them the truth." There was a sudden stop of all movement from Jack, before he continued on in the fight. The stop cost him a needed second, though, and Will found himself being pushed forward as his partner had to take a step backwards to narrowly avoid a blow.
"That," a breathless voice finally told him as they regained their momentum once more, "was not funny." But Will still smiled, because something in the tone told him that was not at all what Jack was thinking.
Chapter: Eight
Pairing: Jack/Will/Elizabeth
Archive: At my site (http://www.angelfire.com/ct/CheshiresCastle/) by tomorrow afternoon. The first parts at ffnet (under Cheshire), next parts will get there when they get there. Anyone else, please ask, first.
Warnings: Adult content, adult language, violence, SPOILERS for the whole movie, slash, menage-a-trois
Disclaimer: Pirates of the Caribbean, as well as all of its characters, events, places, and plot points, are property of Disney. This is a non-profit fanwork for entertainment purposes only, and does not in any way take money away from Pirates of the Caribbean: The Curse of the Black Pearl, or its owners. In fact, if anything, it encourages viewership and the purchase of merchandise.
Author's Notes: JACK! Look, it's Jack! I hope I did him okay. I always worry about Jack. He's difficult to grasp when writing...the good thing about this story, of course, is it's Will-centric third person, which means I don't have to worry about Jack's thoughts and whatnot. Hope all of you like it!
And remember, if you loved me, you'd review!
Oh, yeah, just a quick reminder: I'll be at a writing workshop for ten days, starting tomorrow (okay, a writing workshop and then pittsburgh's local sci-fi/fantasy con ::hoping for PotC stuff:: ), so whether or not I'll be able to get out new chapters is questionable. I've got the next chapter written out about 1/3 of the way, and will try to at least finish that and send it in a few days.
VIII
The sound of canon fire frustrated both of the captives. "This is ridiculous," Elizabeth said sotto voce, and Will found himself agreeing with her.
He took the steps two or three at a time and came upon their unconscious guards. "What are you doing?" The questioning ceased quickly as he ran back upwards, handing Elizabeth her pistol and buckling his dagger back to his belt.
"Oh," she smiled at him, he smiled back. Once more they were caught in their own private moment, broken as another barrage of fire hit against the sides of the boat.
"Up?"
"Up." She went first. She had the gun, could shoot quicker than Will could lock swords with someone, it made sense. It didn't make him feel any better about letting a girl take the lead.
As they ascended, a sudden thought took Will back into the past year, and he paused. Elizabeth kept climbing, but he paid her no heed. "I know those guns," he whispered, eyes widening, a weight lifting from his shoulders. "It's the Pearl!"
When he looked to see if Elizabeth had also noticed, he found her already topside, probably causing hell. A laugh escaped his throat, flowing off his lips. He bounded up the stairs, bursting forth into the fury of fighting with a sharp lookout for anyone he recognized.
There was Gibbs. Anamaria was on the far side of the ship. Cotton he could see still on the Pearl, loading canons. Will had the realization that no one seemed outnumbered, and by the amount of people fighting, that meant Jack had finally gotten a full crew, just like the Black Pearl deserved. Jack....
A large black man flew from his side, saber bared and already bloody. He was strong, much stronger than Will, but that was something any experienced person could work around, especially during such desperate moments. Will, in a stroke of inspiration, managed to trip the man after a particularly complicated thrust-and-parry movement. It would normally not have worked, but no one was expecting Will to cheat. And again, his thoughts turned back to the one man who could possibly be leading the attack on this ship.
He heard a noise, a drunken chuckle with a twinge of hysteria. Slipping past one pirate he made his way towards the noise, having to fight for every inch he won. And there was the Captain of the Black Pearl, in all his shoddy glory.
Will was proud that he didn't shout out the name on the tip of his tongue, or go barreling towards the older man. Instead he hung back, taking on a particularly easy opponent with a long handled ax. At the...opportune moment...he went forward and managed to take one of the three opponents fighting the unstable pirate out of the way.
"Will?" Those dark eyes looked at him for a moment as though Jack thought he was seeing things (Will was sure it wouldn't be the first time, if he were simply an hallucination--with as much as the pirate drank, he most likely saw purple giraffes dancing on water some days).
"Jack," he replied, face completely expressionless.
"Will!" An arm was thrown around his shoulder, the other casually elbowed an enemy who had been running towards them. "What are you doing here? And where's the lass? She didn't run off with that Commodore chap, did she? Bad break, though if you wanted to be a pirate, you just had to ask old Jack here."
He could have laughed with relief. Same Jack, same Pearl, same situation he had been in a few times before and wouldn't it be his luck to continue in the same pattern for years. "No, she didn't run off. We're engaged. And I'm not a pirate," a glare was given at that statement, because Jack knew very well he wouldn't be on such a ship if he were, "we're hostages."
An over dramatic wince (though, what did Jack do that wasn't over dramatic?) followed. "Hostages, eh? Parlay, then?"
"Um, yes." Will was pushed out of the way in time to avoid a bullet through the skull.
Just as suddenly as their camaraderie-filled reunion had begun, it ended. Once more, just as they had back when he had helped Jack escape from the hangman's noose, they were fighting in unison. Back to back they managed to fend off all attackers.
"After thee girl, again?"
"No, actually. They wanted something else from the ship. We had been fighting, but were overpowered." He parried a thrust of a sword, lunged, felt once more the familiar weight as his blade was pushed into an opponent's body. It disturbed him, how easily he could remember such a feeling, how clear it stuck out in his mind.
He had been in too many fights, in too short a lifetime, he decided. Half the royal navy had not seen as much action as he had in a year's time. But, then again, most pirates had seen just as much, if not more.
Jack was shouting orders as he fought, and even if his crew was busy, they were being carried out perfectly. It was always a sight, how he switched from friendly lush to the commanding figure most who had served under him found familiar. Will had known Jack was capable when they had managed to steal the boat right out from under Norrington's nose, but it was only after they had sailed again from Tortuga with a crew that he realized, as foolish as some may think it was, that Jack Sparrow _was_ a captain.
Anyone could claim that title if they had a boat. Call themselves "captain" and even make others do it as well. But few could truly command, and few could instill such respect in a person. That was the difference between Jack and so many others running around the oceans: he had the knowledge, the charisma, and the extreme skill needed.
"You have a full crew, I noticed," Will said at a point when both he and Jack faced each other, having swung around in order to avoid the swipes of bladed weapons. There was a very soft, muffled noise as their backs hit against each other. The press of hard muscles felt odd yet comforting to Will, as if fighting back-to-back with Jack somehow made being in the middle of an awful fight safer.
"Planning on insulting me crew again, are you?" He didn't have to see the Jack's face to know a smile had appeared once more--he simply had to know that he, too, was grinning at the memory of that particular moment in Tortuga.
"They were all capable and worthy pirates, I was simply hoping you had displayed the same luck once more. We both know that luck and you don't always go hand-in-hand." They turned as one, Will having felt the shifting of Jack's body moments before it would have become obvious to someone watching.
He was facing most of the ship, now, and his eyes roved over the people on deck for a split second he had free between severely injuring one pirate and parrying a thrust from another. Elizabeth had gotten hold of a short staff and, backed into a semi-circle with two others who had to be from the Black Pearl, was taking hard swipes at anyone who came near. Will was very relieved that she appeared to be unharmed, and focused once more on the fight, and, though he didn't wish to, the emotions roiling through his mind at once more being near Jack.
"Why did they happen to take you prisoner, mate? Take a fancy to the girl?" Will could actually hear the smirk in the Jack's voice. "Take a fancy to you? Should've claimed to be a eunuch, bet ya they'd believe it."
"Yes, that's exactly it. I tried using the eunuch excuse, but they made me show them the truth." There was a sudden stop of all movement from Jack, before he continued on in the fight. The stop cost him a needed second, though, and Will found himself being pushed forward as his partner had to take a step backwards to narrowly avoid a blow.
"That," a breathless voice finally told him as they regained their momentum once more, "was not funny." But Will still smiled, because something in the tone told him that was not at all what Jack was thinking.