Chapter: 10
Rating: R
Pairing: Jack/Will/Elizabeth
Genre: Drama, Romance, Action, Horror
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, tell me and send me a link!
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: Yes, this has taken quite some time to get out...I'd like to say there were good reasons, but they sort of ended last week, and the only reason this was out before was because I don't particularly like this chapter. I've had my few BETA-ers (thanks, guys! 'specially GN!) say it was fine, so I didn't think it would be that big of a problem....
X
"There," they had not spoken while the fighting continued to rage around them, so Jack's sudden pointing took Will by surprise.
"What?"
Jack smirked, waggling a finger at one figure moving towards the captain's quarters. "The unbeloved ruler of the ship is making his move to escape." Will could tell from his voice that he thought it a very cowardly thing. Jack would never leave his crew like that.
"So? How is he expecting to get away?" Will ran carefully after Jack as he took off towards the stairs.
"No idea, mate, but I'm not about to let him get away with me loot."
They reach the door just before it swung shut, Jack stopping its motion with a booted toe. He then kicked it into the wall, pouring into the room. Will was right behind him, sword ready and waiting for the fight that would surely come.
"Ah, captain." Jack's tone was smooth, friendly sounding. Will would have to someday ask whether he purposely played up the seeming harmlessness of his normal actions whenever in such a situation. Still, there was something sinister in the way his voice slid over the words, something that Will wasn't very used to hearing.
"Sparrow," the man acknowledged. He turned, the skin shining with sweat on his large forehead.
"Captain Sparrow to you, mate," was the predictable answer.
Jack sauntered forward about two feet, stopping before he was within arms-reach. The other captain had no weapon in his hand, as if he had really been expecting a clean getaway. The only thing near him was a chest--Mr. Fielding's chest. Will wondered if that was what the Black Pearl was after.
"I've heard about ye, Sparrow. I knows what ye's after." The captain's pale eyes narrowed. "It's me treasure, me find."
A laugh was the only thing that greeted those words. Jack lifted a hand, an obvious request for the chest, but the captain made no move to give it to him. So Jack raised his sword arm, and pointed the blade towards his enemy.
"You've heard about me? Then ye'd know not to put forth a challenge--I'll win, hands down."
The look given to Jack at those words confirmed them, but still the captain seemed unable to take the other option of surrendering. Instead he put the chest down on the table at his side, and drew his own blade. His movements seemed jerky and clumsy to Will, who was used to his own and Jack's abilities. It was obvious that this pirate captain had little to no formal fencing training.
"I'll not be letting ye get to that treasure, Sparrow. It's mine by rights."
"By rights it belongs te' neither of us," Jack corrected, emphasizing his words with a lazy slash of his sword towards the other captain.
The opponent's eyes were furtive, trying to find some means of escape from the obviously better swordsman baring down upon him. He sidestepped, coming almost halfway around the room before Jack decided to stop him. A quick swipe and Will's former captor had blood slowly dripping down his cheek.
"What, no fighting spirit? Do ye honestly think I'll let ye go so easy?" Jack made a lethargic thrust, allowed it to be parried, and he was suddenly between the other captain and the chest.
Will met his eyes for a moment, and began edging towards him, and away from the other captain. He wasn't quite sure what was happening, but had some ideas. Everyone was after the chest, and Jack had at least one hand full trying to keep his opponent at bay. That meant it was Will's job to fetch it (he winced at the word his mind supplied, knowing how easy it would be to simply fall into a pattern of doing whatever Jack wanted).
"It's my treasure, Sparrow. Damn ye, ye don't have a monopoly on these types, no matter what ye think."
"No one else was willing to try, not before this. Risk wasn't worth enough before, eh? But for this chest," Jack nodded towards the case which Will was within feet of, and getting closer, "for what it promises...it's worth a crew, a ship."
"It's worth the same for ye!"
Jack's eyes narrowed, and this time his blade struck true once more. The captain let out a shout, free hand clutching at his wounded side. Will moved again in the moment of distraction, and had the small trunk in his hands within seconds. All he could do afterwards was watch the blood dripping onto the planks within the cabin, and glancing at where it stained Jack's sword.
He was playing with the other pirate, taking his time and savoring the moment. The idea made Will nauseous. He had the chest, that meant that they could leave, but Jack made no move towards the door, and the wild look in the captain of the ship's eyes made Will stay behind the protective barrier Jack offered.
The ship rocked from an explosion, and both the captain and Will let out surprised gasps. Jack acted as if he'd been expecting it, which was likely, and managed to keep perfectly balanced as the solid wood beneath them swayed sharply to either side. Will clutched at the chest with one arm, pressing it hard against his torso, and with the other gripped the bolted down desk.
"Your time's up and luck's out, mate. Stand aside now and I'll be willing to let ye go without anymore bloodying."
The other captain hesitated, glancing from Jack, to his sword, and then to Will with the trunk. He seemed about to refuse, to throw his relatively worthless life away at a chance to keep whatever it was the pirates were after, but thought better of it. With a yell he clumsily threw his sword towards Jack and ran out the cabin door.
The sword fell, on its side, to the ground a foot infront of Jack. The two men left in the cabin stared at the blade for a moment, quizzical looks on their faces. Finally, Jack shrugged and moved towards about the cabin. Will knew he was looking for anything else he wanted to take.
"What's in the chest?" Will finally asked, watching the sashaying Jack move about the small, though nice, room.
Jack glanced at him, then shook his head. "I'll tell you when we're safe."
"We're not safe, now?" As if make Will seem more of the fool, the boat rocked once more, harder this time.
With his natural sense of ships that he must have inherited from his father, Will knew the boat was sinking. Shooting a nervous look at Jack, he was happy to see that they seemed to be finished. Soon they were once more on deck and facing the fleeing and fighting pirates racing back and forth across the open space.
"This way." Jack latched on to one of Will's arms, drawing him towards the side, where wooden planks had been set as bridges onto the Pearl.
Will followed, occasionally glancing over at Jack, a questing look that he either missed or ignored. It was unnerving to Will, how easy-going Jack seemed to be, even after what had happened with the captain. Had he always been this cold? Had he always been so effortlessly ruthless?
The answer had to be yes, Will knew, and he simply hadn't noticed. Hadn't bothered to pay attention when it suited his purposes. After all, he had needed someone ruthless to help him save Elizabeth. He was more than a bit upset at himself, but knew he'd have time later, once safely on the Pearl, to berate himself for the selfishness he had shown the year before, during their great brush with the undead.
They crossed onto the deck of the Black Pearl, the successful pirates cheering at the sight of their captain. Will couldn't help but notice the large amount of treasure everyone seemed to be carrying, but while they had plenty of booty, eyes kept wandering to the chest in his hands. He had to get answers from Jack, because the curiosity was gnawing at his mind...and, just maybe, he was interested in what the treasure was that was so coveted.
The Black Pearl rocked with the sea underneath his feet, and he found himself easily moving through the crew, following Jack to wherever their destination might be. He hadn't even seen the ship since the day Elizabeth and he officially got together, and here he was upon it. A smile came to his face, and then disappeared as a thought occurred.
"Jack?"
"Hm?" He stopped before they would pass through a door, and Will realized they were heading towards the captain's quarters.
"Have you seen Elizabeth?"
A chuckle answered him. "Lost track of your girl, have ye? We'll have ta tie you two together." But his dark eyes narrowed and swept across the large deck.
Will bit his lip. He hoped that Elizabeth was fine, but at the same time couldn't be sure she would be. He'd hate himself if anything had happened to the woman he loved...he had just been too distracted by Jack to notice that he had lost track of her. That sort of thing wasn't supposed to happen.
Rating: R
Pairing: Jack/Will/Elizabeth
Genre: Drama, Romance, Action, Horror
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, tell me and send me a link!
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: Yes, this has taken quite some time to get out...I'd like to say there were good reasons, but they sort of ended last week, and the only reason this was out before was because I don't particularly like this chapter. I've had my few BETA-ers (thanks, guys! 'specially GN!) say it was fine, so I didn't think it would be that big of a problem....
X
"There," they had not spoken while the fighting continued to rage around them, so Jack's sudden pointing took Will by surprise.
"What?"
Jack smirked, waggling a finger at one figure moving towards the captain's quarters. "The unbeloved ruler of the ship is making his move to escape." Will could tell from his voice that he thought it a very cowardly thing. Jack would never leave his crew like that.
"So? How is he expecting to get away?" Will ran carefully after Jack as he took off towards the stairs.
"No idea, mate, but I'm not about to let him get away with me loot."
They reach the door just before it swung shut, Jack stopping its motion with a booted toe. He then kicked it into the wall, pouring into the room. Will was right behind him, sword ready and waiting for the fight that would surely come.
"Ah, captain." Jack's tone was smooth, friendly sounding. Will would have to someday ask whether he purposely played up the seeming harmlessness of his normal actions whenever in such a situation. Still, there was something sinister in the way his voice slid over the words, something that Will wasn't very used to hearing.
"Sparrow," the man acknowledged. He turned, the skin shining with sweat on his large forehead.
"Captain Sparrow to you, mate," was the predictable answer.
Jack sauntered forward about two feet, stopping before he was within arms-reach. The other captain had no weapon in his hand, as if he had really been expecting a clean getaway. The only thing near him was a chest--Mr. Fielding's chest. Will wondered if that was what the Black Pearl was after.
"I've heard about ye, Sparrow. I knows what ye's after." The captain's pale eyes narrowed. "It's me treasure, me find."
A laugh was the only thing that greeted those words. Jack lifted a hand, an obvious request for the chest, but the captain made no move to give it to him. So Jack raised his sword arm, and pointed the blade towards his enemy.
"You've heard about me? Then ye'd know not to put forth a challenge--I'll win, hands down."
The look given to Jack at those words confirmed them, but still the captain seemed unable to take the other option of surrendering. Instead he put the chest down on the table at his side, and drew his own blade. His movements seemed jerky and clumsy to Will, who was used to his own and Jack's abilities. It was obvious that this pirate captain had little to no formal fencing training.
"I'll not be letting ye get to that treasure, Sparrow. It's mine by rights."
"By rights it belongs te' neither of us," Jack corrected, emphasizing his words with a lazy slash of his sword towards the other captain.
The opponent's eyes were furtive, trying to find some means of escape from the obviously better swordsman baring down upon him. He sidestepped, coming almost halfway around the room before Jack decided to stop him. A quick swipe and Will's former captor had blood slowly dripping down his cheek.
"What, no fighting spirit? Do ye honestly think I'll let ye go so easy?" Jack made a lethargic thrust, allowed it to be parried, and he was suddenly between the other captain and the chest.
Will met his eyes for a moment, and began edging towards him, and away from the other captain. He wasn't quite sure what was happening, but had some ideas. Everyone was after the chest, and Jack had at least one hand full trying to keep his opponent at bay. That meant it was Will's job to fetch it (he winced at the word his mind supplied, knowing how easy it would be to simply fall into a pattern of doing whatever Jack wanted).
"It's my treasure, Sparrow. Damn ye, ye don't have a monopoly on these types, no matter what ye think."
"No one else was willing to try, not before this. Risk wasn't worth enough before, eh? But for this chest," Jack nodded towards the case which Will was within feet of, and getting closer, "for what it promises...it's worth a crew, a ship."
"It's worth the same for ye!"
Jack's eyes narrowed, and this time his blade struck true once more. The captain let out a shout, free hand clutching at his wounded side. Will moved again in the moment of distraction, and had the small trunk in his hands within seconds. All he could do afterwards was watch the blood dripping onto the planks within the cabin, and glancing at where it stained Jack's sword.
He was playing with the other pirate, taking his time and savoring the moment. The idea made Will nauseous. He had the chest, that meant that they could leave, but Jack made no move towards the door, and the wild look in the captain of the ship's eyes made Will stay behind the protective barrier Jack offered.
The ship rocked from an explosion, and both the captain and Will let out surprised gasps. Jack acted as if he'd been expecting it, which was likely, and managed to keep perfectly balanced as the solid wood beneath them swayed sharply to either side. Will clutched at the chest with one arm, pressing it hard against his torso, and with the other gripped the bolted down desk.
"Your time's up and luck's out, mate. Stand aside now and I'll be willing to let ye go without anymore bloodying."
The other captain hesitated, glancing from Jack, to his sword, and then to Will with the trunk. He seemed about to refuse, to throw his relatively worthless life away at a chance to keep whatever it was the pirates were after, but thought better of it. With a yell he clumsily threw his sword towards Jack and ran out the cabin door.
The sword fell, on its side, to the ground a foot infront of Jack. The two men left in the cabin stared at the blade for a moment, quizzical looks on their faces. Finally, Jack shrugged and moved towards about the cabin. Will knew he was looking for anything else he wanted to take.
"What's in the chest?" Will finally asked, watching the sashaying Jack move about the small, though nice, room.
Jack glanced at him, then shook his head. "I'll tell you when we're safe."
"We're not safe, now?" As if make Will seem more of the fool, the boat rocked once more, harder this time.
With his natural sense of ships that he must have inherited from his father, Will knew the boat was sinking. Shooting a nervous look at Jack, he was happy to see that they seemed to be finished. Soon they were once more on deck and facing the fleeing and fighting pirates racing back and forth across the open space.
"This way." Jack latched on to one of Will's arms, drawing him towards the side, where wooden planks had been set as bridges onto the Pearl.
Will followed, occasionally glancing over at Jack, a questing look that he either missed or ignored. It was unnerving to Will, how easy-going Jack seemed to be, even after what had happened with the captain. Had he always been this cold? Had he always been so effortlessly ruthless?
The answer had to be yes, Will knew, and he simply hadn't noticed. Hadn't bothered to pay attention when it suited his purposes. After all, he had needed someone ruthless to help him save Elizabeth. He was more than a bit upset at himself, but knew he'd have time later, once safely on the Pearl, to berate himself for the selfishness he had shown the year before, during their great brush with the undead.
They crossed onto the deck of the Black Pearl, the successful pirates cheering at the sight of their captain. Will couldn't help but notice the large amount of treasure everyone seemed to be carrying, but while they had plenty of booty, eyes kept wandering to the chest in his hands. He had to get answers from Jack, because the curiosity was gnawing at his mind...and, just maybe, he was interested in what the treasure was that was so coveted.
The Black Pearl rocked with the sea underneath his feet, and he found himself easily moving through the crew, following Jack to wherever their destination might be. He hadn't even seen the ship since the day Elizabeth and he officially got together, and here he was upon it. A smile came to his face, and then disappeared as a thought occurred.
"Jack?"
"Hm?" He stopped before they would pass through a door, and Will realized they were heading towards the captain's quarters.
"Have you seen Elizabeth?"
A chuckle answered him. "Lost track of your girl, have ye? We'll have ta tie you two together." But his dark eyes narrowed and swept across the large deck.
Will bit his lip. He hoped that Elizabeth was fine, but at the same time couldn't be sure she would be. He'd hate himself if anything had happened to the woman he loved...he had just been too distracted by Jack to notice that he had lost track of her. That sort of thing wasn't supposed to happen.