Ooook, how long has it been, attempts counting.... fails well its been a very
long time and you're going to find out why, right now!
My elder sister stole my disk with all knew chapters and full –yet-to-be-
posted stories! to put a uni essay on. Fine. I have no troubles with a
little bit of space being taken up. But when at the library, in Glasgow,
she printed her masterpiece and proceeded to leave.... WITHOUT MY DISK! Many
of you shall not care that much as this is a mere trifle of a story but to
those who might, you have been deprived of 1 Jack/ Irish OC fic
3 Parodies
2 Jack/wills
Lord of the rings fics
And about 5-7 remaining chapters of this story....
Okay, she left it. Ever heard of lost and found? She has, I have, she
supposedly looked and supposedly the place was closing. That was in
October! This story shall not be the same as such – blame her! I'm not in
the same frame of mind. But like a manic grin, I'll try to keep face and
enjoy this fic as if it were the first time I'd written it.
So here's the latest, I hope it fits.
For the Living
Will woke to the sound or restless shuffling. Wearily opening his eyes
once again to the day's smoky light, he saw the slender form on Captain
Jack Sparrow clutching at the fine blankets of his bed, his face distorted
with pain. After a second his body stopped it's motion but the expression
on his face spoke volumes; pain, anger, frustration... and something that
could only be described as heart-breaking sorrow, all crowded and tore at
his usually gentle expression.
Whatever this horror was, it would simply not leave him of its own accord.
Will scrambled from his chair to Jack's bed, quite unsure of what to do.
Taking a small rag from the table beside him, the young runaway spilled
some water onto it and slid it over the Captain's sweat-tortured face.
"Its alright Jack," he uttered in a voice, calm and full of the same sorrow
he could read on his friend's face, "My God Jack, what have they done to
you? Why won't you tell me?"
He slid round to take the position of a pillow, allowing the pirate to sit
up and breathe more clearly. His lips parted slightly, releasing a small,
trembling sigh.
........................
Two days with the bodies of two dead youths that he had effectively killed
was all he could see for three days. Like two slaughtered birds in a cage,
their eyes were dark beads, staring at him accusingly, silently singing and
screaming their hatred.
'Thank you,'
The only words that he had ever heard them say. He could feel the blood
slide coldly down his back where they had slit is smooth skin.
Suddenly something cried out to him. 'It's gone. It's a memory.' Something
in him repeated the children's thanks, perhaps they had known, perhaps they
had longed for death – Jack had.
He knew he was waking. His realization comforted him, but then, so had
something else; something warm had enveloped him as a mother would envelop
a troubled child.
Arms.
...............................
Jack's eyes flew open.
Will jumped. Lord, what reaction was he about to receive?
"Will," the man acknowledged, emotionless.
"You looked fevered, I-"The youth spouted in an attempt to justify
himself.
"My thanks Mr. Turner," the pirate replied, turning to face him, "I'd
reckon I was about to loose my wits, being on the belly side of a ship
instead of at the wheel does strange things to a Captain's mind." He leaned
in again, it was in the same manner that he leaned close to tell the
Commodore that he had been on 'his side', but with Will he lay his head on
his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart as if it were the most
normal of things to do.
Jack savored every flux, every sign of life that was Will Turner's. He was
alive and well and he was so because the pirate had helped him, his young
friend was living proof that Jack Sparrow had the best intentions for
people when he so chose.
Will felt the soft beard of Captain Sparrow on his partially covered chest.
The closeness was something that he had dreamt of for all the time that the
man was not within his reach. He folded his arms round the older man,
careful and unsure; perhaps there was hope yet.
"Have you every seen dead children Turner?" He questioned as he imitated
Will's move to a friendly embrace, appreciating the comfort of contact. He
received no answer from his companion, but smiled into him, knowing that
the nature of his comment seemed completely random, "Well, thank God for
the living, eh?"
The young man's heart sank. Jack was only listening to his heartbeat for
comfort, as he would if Will had been a woman or a cat or pig in such a
situation, there was little to no chance that he would be accepted for
pouring his heart out as if it were fresh from the kettle, he was little
more than 'Jack's reliable friend,' and that title would drive him insane
if it was his for the rest of his existence.
"It's best you sleep," he said, trying not to sound cold and still holding
the raven-haired man.
Captain Sparrow made no move to withdraw, but quickly fell asleep where he
belonged, close to Will's heart.
It was near midday before Will became uncomfortable, he had been sitting
with his legs partly trapped beneath Jack, and running his fingers through
the pirate's surprisingly soft hair – so much so that it had now untangled
– for around four or five hours. Regretfully he relinquished his hold of
the man and doubled over pillows to take his place as he slid out of the
room and onto the deck.
The unfamiliar flood of the light from the garish sun almost blinded Will
Turner as he could only recall seeing it in the morning through a small
window in Jack's room in the last forty-eight hours. Holding up his hand to
protect himself from the illumination, he could just about see the lively
silhouettes scattering here and there across the ship.
"Turner!" the voice of Anna Marie traveled across the noise, "We haven't
seen your face in day light for a while." She approached him.
"I haven't felt the need."
"How's the Captain?"
"Restless, but asleep." They say down on one of the steps close-by.
"You haven't told him yet have you?"
"Sorry?" The youth was taken aback.
"If you don't say anything now, Will, there may not be another time. The
Pearl grows more sluggish each day – it's lamenting..."
"And what is it I should tell him? How can I say anything when I have held
him in my arms and he has thought nothing of it?"
"If you have held him then there is little more to be done. The words are
yours Turner, no bad can come of them."
"I seem fooli-"
"He lost something after he boarded the Pearl as its rightful captain. He
was too busy living the life that he had been chasing to regain to notice
for the first year, it was only when he became content that he began to
feel whatever emptiness has taken him over - if there is a single chance
that you can help him to find it the I will not let you live unless you do...
For both your sakes."
They day passed to dusk and nothing more was said on the matter. Will
passed the time among the crew and looking out onto the sea that had been
Jack's first love. But the sea grew cold and bitter, warning the boy away
from the man that she had entranced, but he took no heed and stole away
once more, to Jack's room below the deck.
Well, I know there's definitely something wrong with this piece. It seems
so scattered and short and I know for a fact that the first bit came outta
nowhere! ARG!
Please tell me in your reviews what I've done wrong and how I can fix it...
and if you forgive me!!
I hope I get back into my stride and I promise a better next chapter as
this was a non-event. (That's right! Will SHALL tell him!) That's when it
shall all kick off! Yes!
Okay Babes! Fare thee well! for now at least.
Crimson.
long time and you're going to find out why, right now!
My elder sister stole my disk with all knew chapters and full –yet-to-be-
posted stories! to put a uni essay on. Fine. I have no troubles with a
little bit of space being taken up. But when at the library, in Glasgow,
she printed her masterpiece and proceeded to leave.... WITHOUT MY DISK! Many
of you shall not care that much as this is a mere trifle of a story but to
those who might, you have been deprived of 1 Jack/ Irish OC fic
3 Parodies
2 Jack/wills
Lord of the rings fics
And about 5-7 remaining chapters of this story....
Okay, she left it. Ever heard of lost and found? She has, I have, she
supposedly looked and supposedly the place was closing. That was in
October! This story shall not be the same as such – blame her! I'm not in
the same frame of mind. But like a manic grin, I'll try to keep face and
enjoy this fic as if it were the first time I'd written it.
So here's the latest, I hope it fits.
For the Living
Will woke to the sound or restless shuffling. Wearily opening his eyes
once again to the day's smoky light, he saw the slender form on Captain
Jack Sparrow clutching at the fine blankets of his bed, his face distorted
with pain. After a second his body stopped it's motion but the expression
on his face spoke volumes; pain, anger, frustration... and something that
could only be described as heart-breaking sorrow, all crowded and tore at
his usually gentle expression.
Whatever this horror was, it would simply not leave him of its own accord.
Will scrambled from his chair to Jack's bed, quite unsure of what to do.
Taking a small rag from the table beside him, the young runaway spilled
some water onto it and slid it over the Captain's sweat-tortured face.
"Its alright Jack," he uttered in a voice, calm and full of the same sorrow
he could read on his friend's face, "My God Jack, what have they done to
you? Why won't you tell me?"
He slid round to take the position of a pillow, allowing the pirate to sit
up and breathe more clearly. His lips parted slightly, releasing a small,
trembling sigh.
........................
Two days with the bodies of two dead youths that he had effectively killed
was all he could see for three days. Like two slaughtered birds in a cage,
their eyes were dark beads, staring at him accusingly, silently singing and
screaming their hatred.
'Thank you,'
The only words that he had ever heard them say. He could feel the blood
slide coldly down his back where they had slit is smooth skin.
Suddenly something cried out to him. 'It's gone. It's a memory.' Something
in him repeated the children's thanks, perhaps they had known, perhaps they
had longed for death – Jack had.
He knew he was waking. His realization comforted him, but then, so had
something else; something warm had enveloped him as a mother would envelop
a troubled child.
Arms.
...............................
Jack's eyes flew open.
Will jumped. Lord, what reaction was he about to receive?
"Will," the man acknowledged, emotionless.
"You looked fevered, I-"The youth spouted in an attempt to justify
himself.
"My thanks Mr. Turner," the pirate replied, turning to face him, "I'd
reckon I was about to loose my wits, being on the belly side of a ship
instead of at the wheel does strange things to a Captain's mind." He leaned
in again, it was in the same manner that he leaned close to tell the
Commodore that he had been on 'his side', but with Will he lay his head on
his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart as if it were the most
normal of things to do.
Jack savored every flux, every sign of life that was Will Turner's. He was
alive and well and he was so because the pirate had helped him, his young
friend was living proof that Jack Sparrow had the best intentions for
people when he so chose.
Will felt the soft beard of Captain Sparrow on his partially covered chest.
The closeness was something that he had dreamt of for all the time that the
man was not within his reach. He folded his arms round the older man,
careful and unsure; perhaps there was hope yet.
"Have you every seen dead children Turner?" He questioned as he imitated
Will's move to a friendly embrace, appreciating the comfort of contact. He
received no answer from his companion, but smiled into him, knowing that
the nature of his comment seemed completely random, "Well, thank God for
the living, eh?"
The young man's heart sank. Jack was only listening to his heartbeat for
comfort, as he would if Will had been a woman or a cat or pig in such a
situation, there was little to no chance that he would be accepted for
pouring his heart out as if it were fresh from the kettle, he was little
more than 'Jack's reliable friend,' and that title would drive him insane
if it was his for the rest of his existence.
"It's best you sleep," he said, trying not to sound cold and still holding
the raven-haired man.
Captain Sparrow made no move to withdraw, but quickly fell asleep where he
belonged, close to Will's heart.
It was near midday before Will became uncomfortable, he had been sitting
with his legs partly trapped beneath Jack, and running his fingers through
the pirate's surprisingly soft hair – so much so that it had now untangled
– for around four or five hours. Regretfully he relinquished his hold of
the man and doubled over pillows to take his place as he slid out of the
room and onto the deck.
The unfamiliar flood of the light from the garish sun almost blinded Will
Turner as he could only recall seeing it in the morning through a small
window in Jack's room in the last forty-eight hours. Holding up his hand to
protect himself from the illumination, he could just about see the lively
silhouettes scattering here and there across the ship.
"Turner!" the voice of Anna Marie traveled across the noise, "We haven't
seen your face in day light for a while." She approached him.
"I haven't felt the need."
"How's the Captain?"
"Restless, but asleep." They say down on one of the steps close-by.
"You haven't told him yet have you?"
"Sorry?" The youth was taken aback.
"If you don't say anything now, Will, there may not be another time. The
Pearl grows more sluggish each day – it's lamenting..."
"And what is it I should tell him? How can I say anything when I have held
him in my arms and he has thought nothing of it?"
"If you have held him then there is little more to be done. The words are
yours Turner, no bad can come of them."
"I seem fooli-"
"He lost something after he boarded the Pearl as its rightful captain. He
was too busy living the life that he had been chasing to regain to notice
for the first year, it was only when he became content that he began to
feel whatever emptiness has taken him over - if there is a single chance
that you can help him to find it the I will not let you live unless you do...
For both your sakes."
They day passed to dusk and nothing more was said on the matter. Will
passed the time among the crew and looking out onto the sea that had been
Jack's first love. But the sea grew cold and bitter, warning the boy away
from the man that she had entranced, but he took no heed and stole away
once more, to Jack's room below the deck.
Well, I know there's definitely something wrong with this piece. It seems
so scattered and short and I know for a fact that the first bit came outta
nowhere! ARG!
Please tell me in your reviews what I've done wrong and how I can fix it...
and if you forgive me!!
I hope I get back into my stride and I promise a better next chapter as
this was a non-event. (That's right! Will SHALL tell him!) That's when it
shall all kick off! Yes!
Okay Babes! Fare thee well! for now at least.
Crimson.