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From: LegalanGreenleaf ()
Please continue. I am lovin' all the slash fics I've found today, lovin' 'em!! I really want to know what had become of Jack, if Will's life went that badly...
^^ No review of mine ever goes unappreciated ^^ You sound like a chika after my own heart. Ta muchly.
Anyway. As promised you'll now find out what the hells going on in this little fic of mine. Without further doodoo . The next chapter.
* Sips tea*.. *must stay away o.o *
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What Was Lost
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He turned to find the delicately browned face of Anna-Maria. Rising from his stool - he stood.
" Did you come looking for Jack? " she asked cautiously. He nodded.
" Sorry," he said quickly, seeing that he was acting like a man struck dumb. She looked at him with eyes full of veiled sorrow. " He's not well," she moved her gaze to the floor," he hasn't been for some time."
Something seemed to tear inside of Will and his gut reeled. His nervousness and elation seemed to be memory of a dream he once had. His lips moved as if to say something, which had not been commanded of them but a slight mumble could be heard before those words could be said.
" Won't accept his free bottles; upsets the girls, they miss him something awful and he just sits and sleeps . no man wants 'em now, with their faces tripping them. Usually a big event when "The Great Captain Sparrow" comes around, don't know why he's here now. If it's scurvy he has then he should've stayed on his ship, he wouldn't want to be seen so lifeless." With a contemptuous glance toward Jack's crew member she placed and unordered drink before the man, lifted her drinks tray and busied herself elsewhere.
" It's not scurvy," hissed the woman opposite him angrily," if it was anythin' so simple he wouldn't have stopped sailin'," she looked beyond Will with a sigh, "he's over there Will." she jerked her head and softening her voice told him once again ". he's over there."
With eyes wide, Will followed Anna-Maria's gaze to a small candle-lit alcove where a lithe figure had his boots set of the table, legs crossed and hands buried deep inside his pockets. This man could have been any pirate, was he not crowned with a distinctive captain's hat over his face and a red head wrap supporting small golden medallions covering black matted hair and random dreadlocks.
Will's eyes softened, and the breathe he had not realized he was holding was released. Part of whatever was broken, mended itself when he saw the form of the sleeping Jack Sparrow.
Ignoring the drunken snores of the people around him and the mooning looks of disappointed prostitutes who had noticed his direction, he paced over to the captain's table and seated himself opposite the flickering tones of flesh whose chest gracefully rose and fell.
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It had been a pointless life after the grand adventure nearly two years ago. He had been brought beyond bliss having the Pearl back, and being captain of a loyal crew of ragamuffins, for a while at least. Being hunted, slipping away into the night and back on his ship for a classical escape no longer held the thrill it once did, nothing could compare with the exhilaration of being the savior, the rogue or go-between.
Jack had endured a lot since the time of Will Turner and Elizabeth Swann. He had been pursued, challenged and, at one point, captured. Yet none of it interested him. What was it they could do to him? Hanging seemed like no threat; starving a man who had no interest in food was pointless- he did not value his life anymore.
He had lost so much. He had let it slip away.
He was a faded version of the legendary Captain Jack Sparrow- he wanted to be himself again but he had none of the energy it would take.
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The son of Bill Turner studied the features of the man opposite him as best he could. His eyes were hidden, as was his hair and so much of what he could see was the slightly parted lips, which had uncovered the glint of gold on his teeth, like a cave of treasure not yet plundered. Will shook himself from that particular line of thought but found his eyes drawn down Jack's frame, which was still healthily tanned and beautifully chiseled. It was odd, one of the main things that Will had noticed about Jack on the nights he had watched him sleep, was that one hand was always rested, half tense, on the hilt of his blade, but now both his hands weighed down his pockets and his sword lay abandoned in the corner of the in shot - inviting his own death.
He rubbed his eyes, which were moving in and out of focus due to exhaustion, but something disrupted him. He could feel a conscious presence watching him and looked up.
" Will? " To his surprise, the voice was soft and deep but not pathetic. He had expected a great number of insane mannerisms to burst forth from the Captain, for him to instantly know that he had left Elizabeth and that he loved him, but only one word fell from his lips.
Jack set the chair upright and rested his elbows on the table, eyes wide. It was clear that he had been using the bathing facilities of the inn. Fresh kohl lined his eyes, making them seem sharper and more alert, his calloused hands were clear of dirt and there was little smell of salt water or rum to be detected.
" What the hell are you in Tortuga for? " That was better. But his amazement had already been revealed.
" You could at least be a little happy to see me. " The man chuckled, but it was not his full laugh. He used to laugh with his full body, every inch of his spilling over with joy, though the one at present was sincere, it seemed tired in it's way. Jack composed himself with his infamous grin.
" Of course I am mate. But you did just wake me." He paused for a moment and leaned closer to Will, " Didn't bring the wife did you? It's no place for a lady.. Well, for that kind of lady."
" No." the young man ducked his head, " I left her."
The look he received was not one of shock or pity, but rather like he had been told news that he already heard. Jack shrugged and sat upright as if to stretch.
" Burned out quickly didn't she? "
" She isn't the same. Now I need somewhere to live. Do I still have a place on the Pearl?"
" I would hardly refuse you. Welcome company." He smiled.
By this point, Will's mind had wondered from the conversation to the odd situation of the table. There were three bottles of rum placed further away from Jack for his comfort and in their place was a large jug of water and some orange peels. Jack noticed the direction of his vision and sat back to catch his eye.
" They told me you were ill " He returned the glance.
" It's not that uncommon," he tried to dismiss it.
" The way Anna Maria spoke. It sounds almost deadly." The familiar laugh rang out again.
" I'll bet she didn't tell you the circumstances in which I gained my affliction." He wagered, in the mocking way most pirates turn to when using large words, turning his eye from Will to two approaching figures.
" But that's a tale best left 'til we're back on the Pearl," came a whisper before Mr. Gibbs and Anna-Maria came within an ear's shot.
" The crew is on deck capt'n. Do you want to rest here another night or should be leavin'?"
" Well I wouldn't stay here too long Gibbs, place seems to have lost it's charm," he looked round at all the somber faces, some of which were looking back. He used his hands to balance himself on the table and stand, but he quickly found that he needed the support of Will's shoulder to remain in an upright position. Laughing he held to the youth in hopes that it would be assumed that he was merely drunk again.
Will found the utmost shock in Jack's weakness. It was clear that the man who had the strength the run and to fight a dozen of Commodore's men did not even have the strength to stand. His heart broke all over again even with the comfort of contact when he wrapped his arm around the pirate's waist and helped his from the inn.
" That didn't work then.." Jack muttered glumly to himself.
I'm so tired. Must sleep. Hope you enjoyed this chapter, if you did a review would be more than appreciated.
Thank you to all who reviewed the last chapter. That was just lovely ^^ I feel all gooey inside.
Crimson.
From: LegalanGreenleaf ()
Please continue. I am lovin' all the slash fics I've found today, lovin' 'em!! I really want to know what had become of Jack, if Will's life went that badly...
^^ No review of mine ever goes unappreciated ^^ You sound like a chika after my own heart. Ta muchly.
Anyway. As promised you'll now find out what the hells going on in this little fic of mine. Without further doodoo . The next chapter.
* Sips tea*.. *must stay away o.o *
@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@
What Was Lost
*******
He turned to find the delicately browned face of Anna-Maria. Rising from his stool - he stood.
" Did you come looking for Jack? " she asked cautiously. He nodded.
" Sorry," he said quickly, seeing that he was acting like a man struck dumb. She looked at him with eyes full of veiled sorrow. " He's not well," she moved her gaze to the floor," he hasn't been for some time."
Something seemed to tear inside of Will and his gut reeled. His nervousness and elation seemed to be memory of a dream he once had. His lips moved as if to say something, which had not been commanded of them but a slight mumble could be heard before those words could be said.
" Won't accept his free bottles; upsets the girls, they miss him something awful and he just sits and sleeps . no man wants 'em now, with their faces tripping them. Usually a big event when "The Great Captain Sparrow" comes around, don't know why he's here now. If it's scurvy he has then he should've stayed on his ship, he wouldn't want to be seen so lifeless." With a contemptuous glance toward Jack's crew member she placed and unordered drink before the man, lifted her drinks tray and busied herself elsewhere.
" It's not scurvy," hissed the woman opposite him angrily," if it was anythin' so simple he wouldn't have stopped sailin'," she looked beyond Will with a sigh, "he's over there Will." she jerked her head and softening her voice told him once again ". he's over there."
With eyes wide, Will followed Anna-Maria's gaze to a small candle-lit alcove where a lithe figure had his boots set of the table, legs crossed and hands buried deep inside his pockets. This man could have been any pirate, was he not crowned with a distinctive captain's hat over his face and a red head wrap supporting small golden medallions covering black matted hair and random dreadlocks.
Will's eyes softened, and the breathe he had not realized he was holding was released. Part of whatever was broken, mended itself when he saw the form of the sleeping Jack Sparrow.
Ignoring the drunken snores of the people around him and the mooning looks of disappointed prostitutes who had noticed his direction, he paced over to the captain's table and seated himself opposite the flickering tones of flesh whose chest gracefully rose and fell.
=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=
It had been a pointless life after the grand adventure nearly two years ago. He had been brought beyond bliss having the Pearl back, and being captain of a loyal crew of ragamuffins, for a while at least. Being hunted, slipping away into the night and back on his ship for a classical escape no longer held the thrill it once did, nothing could compare with the exhilaration of being the savior, the rogue or go-between.
Jack had endured a lot since the time of Will Turner and Elizabeth Swann. He had been pursued, challenged and, at one point, captured. Yet none of it interested him. What was it they could do to him? Hanging seemed like no threat; starving a man who had no interest in food was pointless- he did not value his life anymore.
He had lost so much. He had let it slip away.
He was a faded version of the legendary Captain Jack Sparrow- he wanted to be himself again but he had none of the energy it would take.
=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=
The son of Bill Turner studied the features of the man opposite him as best he could. His eyes were hidden, as was his hair and so much of what he could see was the slightly parted lips, which had uncovered the glint of gold on his teeth, like a cave of treasure not yet plundered. Will shook himself from that particular line of thought but found his eyes drawn down Jack's frame, which was still healthily tanned and beautifully chiseled. It was odd, one of the main things that Will had noticed about Jack on the nights he had watched him sleep, was that one hand was always rested, half tense, on the hilt of his blade, but now both his hands weighed down his pockets and his sword lay abandoned in the corner of the in shot - inviting his own death.
He rubbed his eyes, which were moving in and out of focus due to exhaustion, but something disrupted him. He could feel a conscious presence watching him and looked up.
" Will? " To his surprise, the voice was soft and deep but not pathetic. He had expected a great number of insane mannerisms to burst forth from the Captain, for him to instantly know that he had left Elizabeth and that he loved him, but only one word fell from his lips.
Jack set the chair upright and rested his elbows on the table, eyes wide. It was clear that he had been using the bathing facilities of the inn. Fresh kohl lined his eyes, making them seem sharper and more alert, his calloused hands were clear of dirt and there was little smell of salt water or rum to be detected.
" What the hell are you in Tortuga for? " That was better. But his amazement had already been revealed.
" You could at least be a little happy to see me. " The man chuckled, but it was not his full laugh. He used to laugh with his full body, every inch of his spilling over with joy, though the one at present was sincere, it seemed tired in it's way. Jack composed himself with his infamous grin.
" Of course I am mate. But you did just wake me." He paused for a moment and leaned closer to Will, " Didn't bring the wife did you? It's no place for a lady.. Well, for that kind of lady."
" No." the young man ducked his head, " I left her."
The look he received was not one of shock or pity, but rather like he had been told news that he already heard. Jack shrugged and sat upright as if to stretch.
" Burned out quickly didn't she? "
" She isn't the same. Now I need somewhere to live. Do I still have a place on the Pearl?"
" I would hardly refuse you. Welcome company." He smiled.
By this point, Will's mind had wondered from the conversation to the odd situation of the table. There were three bottles of rum placed further away from Jack for his comfort and in their place was a large jug of water and some orange peels. Jack noticed the direction of his vision and sat back to catch his eye.
" They told me you were ill " He returned the glance.
" It's not that uncommon," he tried to dismiss it.
" The way Anna Maria spoke. It sounds almost deadly." The familiar laugh rang out again.
" I'll bet she didn't tell you the circumstances in which I gained my affliction." He wagered, in the mocking way most pirates turn to when using large words, turning his eye from Will to two approaching figures.
" But that's a tale best left 'til we're back on the Pearl," came a whisper before Mr. Gibbs and Anna-Maria came within an ear's shot.
" The crew is on deck capt'n. Do you want to rest here another night or should be leavin'?"
" Well I wouldn't stay here too long Gibbs, place seems to have lost it's charm," he looked round at all the somber faces, some of which were looking back. He used his hands to balance himself on the table and stand, but he quickly found that he needed the support of Will's shoulder to remain in an upright position. Laughing he held to the youth in hopes that it would be assumed that he was merely drunk again.
Will found the utmost shock in Jack's weakness. It was clear that the man who had the strength the run and to fight a dozen of Commodore's men did not even have the strength to stand. His heart broke all over again even with the comfort of contact when he wrapped his arm around the pirate's waist and helped his from the inn.
" That didn't work then.." Jack muttered glumly to himself.
I'm so tired. Must sleep. Hope you enjoyed this chapter, if you did a review would be more than appreciated.
Thank you to all who reviewed the last chapter. That was just lovely ^^ I feel all gooey inside.
Crimson.