Thank you so much for all the lovely reviews! Can't believe I got through
that last chapter - the voices in my head would not shut up! XP
I'm soooo sorry that this one took so long. I've been really busy and forgetful.. Everything has been going wrong. I hope this chapter is worth it.
Anyway, on to the third chapter! Bon appetite! (Please do not eat the computer)
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The Air of Jack Sparrow
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A fine powder like rain was drifting through the sky and autumn's chill spiked its way through the air. Will still supported the captain's weight, feeling his hips sway in rhythm with his tired walk, into the side of his own. Jack's heat radiated from his body in a fever, which had been unapparent before, through his shirt his burning hot flesh could be felt; yet he shivered uncontrollably. His assistant turned to comment on his condition, but his thoughts seemed to have been intercepted and Captain Sparrow gave him a knowing look - a warning to keep his silence.
Will wished that he could hold him closer to him and keep him from the cold, and that Jack could surround him with his arms in turn; to tell him he'd survive, but any such movement would simply confuse the situation; it would blurt out his feelings in one single mass without a word, and rejection, at this moment, would be unbearable.
They crossed the sliver of sea to the Black Pearl, which swayed on the churning waves, looking as formidable as ever it did. They climbed the rope ladders as they clung desperately to the side of the ship, the crew already on board waiting to assist their leader over the side. It seemed strange to Will for a crew or pirates to be willing to slow their pursuit or treasure for their captain, usually he would be left somewhere to die or at least taken over by the first mate, but then, who would have the heart to overthrow Jack? . Again. Was it respect? Or was it pity?
Once standing on the ship, leaning heavily on the rail, Jack clapped a hand on Will's shoulder
" Welcome home mate." He smiled before hobbling over to the stairs leading to his room.
The younger man watched him leave, deciding to leave him be he then turned his attention to the sea. He had been staring into the vast ocean before the tiny impressions that the rain left his eyes tired and unfocused and he simply wished to have a sleep uninterrupted by any kind of large fruit. Will turned to find Gibbs and ask where he could go and sleep. The stout man reminded him of the captain on his last voyage, he was sitting on one of the steps near the wheel where Anna-Marie was positioned.
" Problem Turner? " he asked as he felt the figure draw near him.
" I just wondered if there was a place for me to rest. I don't think I've slept properly in a while."
" Ah," the man remarked in short. He got up from the stair and appeared to be in deep thought for several moments before walking purposefully to where the crew's beds lay.
" Looks like we're a crew member up and a bed short." He admitted on returning. " O' course there was the first mate's cabin but Anna- Maria took residence there a while back; partly 'cause she ^is^ the first mate, 'n' partly 'cause she needs her privacy - bein' a woman and all." He snorted slightly, " If having a woman on board is bad luck, I'll wonder what havin' one in second command is. Anyway, I'd think your best bet would be to go see Jack. God knows he's probably got a bunk hidden somewhere."
The taller of the two nodded and reluctantly turned to where the captain had disappeared.
His movement down those darkened stairs was a restrained trot, eager yet almost afraid somehow. He reached the dark door, it had two panels of red glass at the top, which distorted the view of the interior - but it was most definitely Jack's figure which slouched, asleep on the rather large bed. The fact that Will had already noticed the size of the bed and had pictured himself in the empty spot beside the captain disturbed him greatly. In this shock - induced trance he opened the door without knocking, only to be brought back to sense by a perfume which simply whispered "Jack". It was a light odor of sweet rum, oranges and something that he couldn't quite place. It overwhelmed him and made him light headed with thoughts of Jack; something made him desire to smell as such; to be Jack's.
Through the incessant flickering of multiple candles Will's eyes focused on the bed, his mind telling him all the time that Captain Sparrow was asleep - one knee drawn to his chest, hands clasped round it and head bowed and resting on it, the other limb flat - and if he had any decency he would not disturb him.
" Do tell me if there is anything I can do for you, or is this merely a wondering? " There was no hint of scorn or anger in that quilted voice, only a ghost of the sharp humor that was once Jack Sparrow, though there was a new shine to him and his demonic smirk.
" Bed," stumbled Will. Jack's head lifted from his knee and one eyebrow raised and instantly Will stumbled over an explanation" There are no bunks left. Gibbs wondered it there was one.. Hidden?" By this point Jack had eased off the bed and now stood shakily in contemplation.
" We lost any dead weight back in Tortuga," he slurred in a charming way, then, tilting his chin upward, he looked down his nose at the raven-haired man as if the room's lighting did not quite suit him and concluded, " You can have mine. I should be up on deck anyway - can't be letting my lovely first mate take over." He smiled again and, before the young Turner could refuse, made for the door. However, it seemed that a momentary memory lapse had caused him to forget his weakened state and his knees buckled - soon he was leaning on the wall. " I'll sleep in the chair," he gestured.
"No. The chair would be luxury for me." Will noticed the look of sheer confusion on his captain's face. " The boat I- it's a long story that I have no wish to remember."
Jack sat back down, slouching on the bed with no intention of being flat, which would leave him vulnerable or at least feeling small. Will sat on the plush, high-backed chair on the back of which Jack's coat held pride of place - the familiar perfume cocooning him. While staring into an empty space filled with his own thoughts, Bootstraps son recalled a conversation only a few hours ago. Jack had a tale to tell, the story of his invalidity and now there was a burning desire to have it told to him. For some curious reason he wanted to feel the pain that had been felt by the object of his affections - something beautiful in experiencing the echo of the same agony - and he wanted to know its origin.
" Jack? " he questioned in an urgent tone, ".Jack? " he shifter forward to catch the man's eye. But the eye could not be caught - it was closed to the world. With a sigh of exhaustion, comfort and half disappointment he whispered, " Goodnight Jack," and, laying his head upon the scented coat he breathed in that air of Captain Sparrow and found the hidden delicacy of honey's sweet fragrance - the missing ingredient of the perfect pirate.
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Damn! Why am I so mean? ! I meant to write Jack's story in this chapter but it felt too soon. So this was a chapter to let things settle, sometimes I need one of them even if it is terribly short.. Everything has fallen where it wants to lie now and so. I swear that the next chapter will tell you exactly what you want to know. What happened to our beloved Jack?
Please review my freaky little darlings it is ever so much appreciated and the more review juice you feed me the harder I'll try with the next chapter. It has to be decent after this one. :P
All me love
Crimson
I'm soooo sorry that this one took so long. I've been really busy and forgetful.. Everything has been going wrong. I hope this chapter is worth it.
Anyway, on to the third chapter! Bon appetite! (Please do not eat the computer)
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The Air of Jack Sparrow
**
A fine powder like rain was drifting through the sky and autumn's chill spiked its way through the air. Will still supported the captain's weight, feeling his hips sway in rhythm with his tired walk, into the side of his own. Jack's heat radiated from his body in a fever, which had been unapparent before, through his shirt his burning hot flesh could be felt; yet he shivered uncontrollably. His assistant turned to comment on his condition, but his thoughts seemed to have been intercepted and Captain Sparrow gave him a knowing look - a warning to keep his silence.
Will wished that he could hold him closer to him and keep him from the cold, and that Jack could surround him with his arms in turn; to tell him he'd survive, but any such movement would simply confuse the situation; it would blurt out his feelings in one single mass without a word, and rejection, at this moment, would be unbearable.
They crossed the sliver of sea to the Black Pearl, which swayed on the churning waves, looking as formidable as ever it did. They climbed the rope ladders as they clung desperately to the side of the ship, the crew already on board waiting to assist their leader over the side. It seemed strange to Will for a crew or pirates to be willing to slow their pursuit or treasure for their captain, usually he would be left somewhere to die or at least taken over by the first mate, but then, who would have the heart to overthrow Jack? . Again. Was it respect? Or was it pity?
Once standing on the ship, leaning heavily on the rail, Jack clapped a hand on Will's shoulder
" Welcome home mate." He smiled before hobbling over to the stairs leading to his room.
The younger man watched him leave, deciding to leave him be he then turned his attention to the sea. He had been staring into the vast ocean before the tiny impressions that the rain left his eyes tired and unfocused and he simply wished to have a sleep uninterrupted by any kind of large fruit. Will turned to find Gibbs and ask where he could go and sleep. The stout man reminded him of the captain on his last voyage, he was sitting on one of the steps near the wheel where Anna-Marie was positioned.
" Problem Turner? " he asked as he felt the figure draw near him.
" I just wondered if there was a place for me to rest. I don't think I've slept properly in a while."
" Ah," the man remarked in short. He got up from the stair and appeared to be in deep thought for several moments before walking purposefully to where the crew's beds lay.
" Looks like we're a crew member up and a bed short." He admitted on returning. " O' course there was the first mate's cabin but Anna- Maria took residence there a while back; partly 'cause she ^is^ the first mate, 'n' partly 'cause she needs her privacy - bein' a woman and all." He snorted slightly, " If having a woman on board is bad luck, I'll wonder what havin' one in second command is. Anyway, I'd think your best bet would be to go see Jack. God knows he's probably got a bunk hidden somewhere."
The taller of the two nodded and reluctantly turned to where the captain had disappeared.
His movement down those darkened stairs was a restrained trot, eager yet almost afraid somehow. He reached the dark door, it had two panels of red glass at the top, which distorted the view of the interior - but it was most definitely Jack's figure which slouched, asleep on the rather large bed. The fact that Will had already noticed the size of the bed and had pictured himself in the empty spot beside the captain disturbed him greatly. In this shock - induced trance he opened the door without knocking, only to be brought back to sense by a perfume which simply whispered "Jack". It was a light odor of sweet rum, oranges and something that he couldn't quite place. It overwhelmed him and made him light headed with thoughts of Jack; something made him desire to smell as such; to be Jack's.
Through the incessant flickering of multiple candles Will's eyes focused on the bed, his mind telling him all the time that Captain Sparrow was asleep - one knee drawn to his chest, hands clasped round it and head bowed and resting on it, the other limb flat - and if he had any decency he would not disturb him.
" Do tell me if there is anything I can do for you, or is this merely a wondering? " There was no hint of scorn or anger in that quilted voice, only a ghost of the sharp humor that was once Jack Sparrow, though there was a new shine to him and his demonic smirk.
" Bed," stumbled Will. Jack's head lifted from his knee and one eyebrow raised and instantly Will stumbled over an explanation" There are no bunks left. Gibbs wondered it there was one.. Hidden?" By this point Jack had eased off the bed and now stood shakily in contemplation.
" We lost any dead weight back in Tortuga," he slurred in a charming way, then, tilting his chin upward, he looked down his nose at the raven-haired man as if the room's lighting did not quite suit him and concluded, " You can have mine. I should be up on deck anyway - can't be letting my lovely first mate take over." He smiled again and, before the young Turner could refuse, made for the door. However, it seemed that a momentary memory lapse had caused him to forget his weakened state and his knees buckled - soon he was leaning on the wall. " I'll sleep in the chair," he gestured.
"No. The chair would be luxury for me." Will noticed the look of sheer confusion on his captain's face. " The boat I- it's a long story that I have no wish to remember."
Jack sat back down, slouching on the bed with no intention of being flat, which would leave him vulnerable or at least feeling small. Will sat on the plush, high-backed chair on the back of which Jack's coat held pride of place - the familiar perfume cocooning him. While staring into an empty space filled with his own thoughts, Bootstraps son recalled a conversation only a few hours ago. Jack had a tale to tell, the story of his invalidity and now there was a burning desire to have it told to him. For some curious reason he wanted to feel the pain that had been felt by the object of his affections - something beautiful in experiencing the echo of the same agony - and he wanted to know its origin.
" Jack? " he questioned in an urgent tone, ".Jack? " he shifter forward to catch the man's eye. But the eye could not be caught - it was closed to the world. With a sigh of exhaustion, comfort and half disappointment he whispered, " Goodnight Jack," and, laying his head upon the scented coat he breathed in that air of Captain Sparrow and found the hidden delicacy of honey's sweet fragrance - the missing ingredient of the perfect pirate.
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Damn! Why am I so mean? ! I meant to write Jack's story in this chapter but it felt too soon. So this was a chapter to let things settle, sometimes I need one of them even if it is terribly short.. Everything has fallen where it wants to lie now and so. I swear that the next chapter will tell you exactly what you want to know. What happened to our beloved Jack?
Please review my freaky little darlings it is ever so much appreciated and the more review juice you feed me the harder I'll try with the next chapter. It has to be decent after this one. :P
All me love
Crimson