Title: Past the Horizon
Author: Alanya
Rating: PG-13
Summery: Starting at the time they met and going through to the end of PotC and after. William Turner, know as Bootstrap Bill and Captain Jack Sparrow had a bond that couldn't be broken, until they were separated by Barbossa, never to see each other again. This is a story of their shared love, and to what lengths they would go to return to each other. Bill/Jack slash.
Disclaimer: yeah, I don't own the characters and places in this story, you know the drill.
Chapter One: In the waves
I watched him as we sailed away. I could see into his heart and soul through his deep brown eyes, and I knew that he was truly defeated. He had lost everything he had worked so hard to gain throughout his life. His ship, his crew, his plunder, and his heart. I will never know how intense his sadness was as he saw Barbossa steering his ship, the Black Pearl, away from him, never to return.
I ran to the stern of the ship in time to see him drop to his knees. Part of me wanted to jump off after him, to spend our last days together, never to part. I climbed onto the railing of the ship, and prepared to jump, to swim to my lover and embrace him, heal his pain. I looked back at Jack Sparrow, infamous pirate and love of my life. He saw me preparing to jump, and he shook his head, and I knew that he didn't want me to suffer. Jack was always like that to me. Loyal and kind, while maintaining his reputation of being the best pirate of the Caribbean, and upholding his famous sense of humor..
I had a decision to make. Either to jump, be with the one I love, and doom myself to certain death on a deserted island, while defying Jack's wishes. Or I could stay here, watching the one I love fade away into ashes, never to return. With a sigh and a heavy heart, I stepped off the rail onto the deck. I turned to look back at Jack, who was still sitting in the warm sand staring at his live, which was slowly sailing away from him.
I needed to show him how I cared for him, I needed to embrace him, to make his pain and sorrow go away, but I know that he didn't want me to face his fate, so I made my choice. I quickly blew him a kiss, which drifted on the wind before reaching the only one I would ever love for the rest of my life. He smiled, and I forced a smile before turning and walking back to the front of the boat. I will never know if Jack saw the tears that stained my cheeks as I left him. And pirates don't cry.
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Sometimes I wish I had jumped. Death was inevitable, but even death is better than the curse that pains me, and the loneliness that plagues my heart and soul with every waking second of my pitiful existence. I am here, at the bottom of the sea, separated from life other than bottom dwelling fish. After I left Jack, Barbossa led us to the cavern of the treasure of Cortez. We took the treasure, and gained all of the riches we could ever want. But with the package came a curse more terrible than death.
Barbossa and me became distant after Jack was abandoned. I would never be close with him again. He had always treated me differently when he found out about me and Jack. Jealousy, maybe. Who knows. But whatever the cause he didn't appreciate my constant nagging about going back to the island, and rescuing Jack. He obviously didn't care. He didn't understand how I felt. He didn't want to help.
When I couldn't take it anymore, I planned a revolt. Because we couldn't kill or be killed, all we had to do was catch him and lock him up, forcing him to give up his position as captain. I rallied many of the pirates, and we were planning our attack for days. The night before the planned date, someone must have ran to Barbossa and told him of my plans.
He took me in front of the entire crew, and questioned me about our secret plan. I denied it, saying that he only wanted me to be banished from the ship. This successfully pissed him off, which was not a very intelligent thing for me to do. The crew as it turns out, was more loyal to him than to me. They told me of our planned attack, down to the very last detail. Barbossa had obviously had it with me. He got a hold of me, tied me to a cannon, and threw me overboard. Unfortunately, I can't die, but my spirit is beginning to. When the cannon hit the bottom of the sea, it fell on top of my arm, holding it down and insuring my eternal capture.
It's been almost a year and I have been able to do nothing. I cant walk, run, sail, or even love. The only thing I have are my precious memories. About Jack. His handsome face, sense of humor, and his dark eyes. He is one memory that will never leave me or fade away as long as I am on this earth. But one thing that has faded, is my hope of ever escaping.
Right now, I long to die. At least in death, I wont be lonely. I won't feel the pain of hunger stabbing at my stomach, or have the unquenchable thirst that always accompanies me in my watery prison. And most of all, I will have Jack. I know I will see him there. What I would give to feel his arms around me, to feel the sensation of his coarse lips on my skin. But never again. As long as I am cursed, I am stuck here, letting my own thoughts run in and out of my brain like poisonous snakes whose venom paralyzes its victim in pain but that cannot kill.
There is no hope left for me.
I shrink to my knees, reminding myself of the day that Jack did just so and I did nothing to help. Only he can heal me now, but he has left this earth as well. I try to move. I kick and thrash and try to free my arm. But to no avail. Like always. I feel a deep rumbling in my stomach, a reminder to my eternal hunger. I sigh, and look up to the surface I know must exist above this horrid place.
But something unusual catches my eye. The curse has allowed me to see, even in the dark abyss of the sea. Its an object, not a living creature, falling down into the sea bed. I squint to see clearer. It falls and falls, so slowly. As luck would have it, it falls right into my outstretched hand. It's a necklace.
Strangely familiar at that. I squint, and then my body tensed. It's Jacks. I gave it to him as a pledge of my love to him, and he took it with him wherever he went, even to death as I assumed. But seeing it here, there was only one cause. Jack Sparrow was alive. My Jack.