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Warnings: M/M, blood, mentions of rape.
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"Captain its too rough! We have to stop!" Ana Maria could barely be heard over the roar of the ocean. Jack was only a few feet from where Ana stood but he could only see a vague silhouette of what appeared to be a female through the turrets of rain.
"She can handle it!" Jack shouted back to her as a particularly violent wave crashed onto the deck throwing several of the crew perilously close to falling overboard.
"The Pearl can! It's the crew that cant!"
Jack swore violently as he was thrown forward. They were only a day from port. One day away from his dear love. Will was already in Tortuga waiting for him and the only thing between them is this god-forsaken storm. Jack waited a year but now that Will was almost in his grasp his heart felt like it would burst if made to wait a minute longer. It was only when Ana Maria, a very seaworthy lass, was nearly swept overboard did Jack relent. The sea, which should have been his friend, had betrayed him.
"Fine! Ana take over!" Even as he spoke he glared venomously at the sea, daring it to sweep him into its depths as he stomped his way to the captains' cabin in a way only Jack could, unhindered by the overpowering forces of nature pounding on him. The part of the crew that could see their captain through the downpour watched in amazement as Jack gave up the wheel to Ana. With any other captain they would not think twice about the action but Jack is by no means a normal captain. He never let anyone steer his beloved Pearl, especially not in a storm.
Jack threw himself onto the bed and grabbed a bottle of rum from the floor as it rolled towards him. After downing half of the bottle in a single pull Jack felt mildly better. It was enough rum to let him think straight anyway. Immediately his thoughts went to a certain blacksmith that had been preoccupying his mind for quite some time now. Somewhere in his week-long venture to Tortuga Jack had promised himself to tell Will exactly how he felt the moment they were together again. Far too many things could happen to separate them and he would not miss another chance. Every moment with Will is an opportune one.
Hours later the ocean had calmed and Ana Maria found her way to Jacks cabin. She opened the door without bothering to knock and entered with long confident steps. Ana Maria stopped at the bedside where Jack lay, still clutching a bottle of rum.
"We'll be there tomorrow Jack, what could happen to the boy in a day?" Ana took the bottle from Jacks hand and took a deep pull. Jack looked back at her through dark liquored eyes.
"We are talking about a Turner here! With any luck he will manage to be hit by lightning, kidnapped, and be barely clinging to life by the time I get there! THAT is if we are lucky." Jack sat up and waved his arms in the air for emphasis, managing to grab the bottle of rum back and take a swig.
"I know ye haven't had that much to drink yet, stopping being stupid. Your dear Will will be fine until we get there."
"You didn't see him like I did. When I left him a year ago he was living a fairytale, nothing could possibly go wrong! Still...he was beaten and raped by the only father he can remember, did not marry the strumpet and tried to kill himself." Tears Pooled in Jacks eyes and threatened to spill down his cheeks. "I can't see him like that again, I cant."
It had only taken a day for Jacks resolve to break and tell Ana Maria everything that had happened. She had already known that Jack loved the boy, after being around a man like Jack for as many years as Ana Maria you learned how to pick up a thing or two. Ana Maria knew that if it were anyone else with Jack at the moment that despite his obvious pain he would never let it show. Despite Jacks downfalls Ana Maria took a certain pride in being one of Captain Jack Sparrows few trusted friends.
"He just found you again Jack, do you really think that he would let himself die now?" Jack only glared at her. He still couldn't believe that there was a chance that Will could return his feelings.
"Its not him killing himself I'm worried about. Something is wrong I can feel it." The Pearl shifted underneath them and Jack stroked the wall lovingly. "Pearl can feel it to, something is very wrong here."
Will and Elizabeth had already been in port two days when Jack finally made it to Tortuga. As the Black Pearl glided into port the moonless sky provided no light for docking. Normally Jack would have waited until morning to dock but he felt that if he had to spend another minute without Will his heart would burst in his chest, not to mention that the feeling of impending doom had not lifted.
In a lone dingy Jack paddled to shore and made his way through the crowded streets of Tortuga. Jack headed to the bar he had brought Will to on their adventure, hoping the boy had the sense not to go into one of the rowdier pubs. With any luck Will rented a room above the pub and stayed in there. Jack stepped up to the bartender who doubled as the 'hotel' clerk.
"Did a lad by the name of Turner rent a room here?" The bar keep checked a book behind the bar and nodded to Jack.
"Checked in two nights ago he did."
"What room?" The man took a step back, startled from the bite in Jacks Voice.
"Four" The man said quickly, wanting to be rid of Jack. Jack nodded and ran up the stairs; more than a little concerned at the ease he had gotten the number of the room with. The bartender didn't know anything about Jack yet he still gave away Will.
Jack didn't bother to knock but burst through the door, ready to grab onto Will and never let go. Instead of his love Jack found Elizabeth sitting on the end of the bed crying into her hands.
"Elizabeth! Where is Will?" Elizabeth ran to Jack the moment she realized he had finally come, relief flooding her features.
"They have him Jack! They took him!" Pain ripped through Jacks chest but he kept his composure, finding Will took priority over freaking out.
"Calm down luv. Who took Will?" Jack settled his hands on Elizabeth's slender shoulders, calming the shaking of her lithe frame.
"Barbossa and his men!"
"That is not possible, Barbossa is dead, killed him me self."
"I know but he was there, real as I stand before you now!" chocked sobs broke up her words and they grew more and more frantic as she spoke. "Last night Will decided to wait for you in the bar. He was sure that something had happened to you. Barbossa walked in and asked the man at the bar if he knew if you were in town Jack! He was leaving when he spotted Will." Elizabeth started crying again. "I'm sorry Jack, I tried to stop them but there were to many. Barbossa, he laughed and said that I was not to be harmed." She stopped crying and looked into Jacks eyes, realization hitting her for the first time. "He said I was to be kept alive so I could tell you what's happened to Will! It's a trap!"
Jack nodded, his mind shut down and his body worked on instinct. "Elizabeth you should go home. I will save Will, there is nothing for you to do here." Elizabeth didn't protest, knowing Jacks words rang true. But as Jack turned to leave she stopped him.
"Wait!" Elizabeth ran to the bed and pulled down the covers. Upon the bed lay the most beautiful sword Jack had ever seen. Elizabeth picked it up and handed it to Jack. "He made it for you."
Jack examined the sword. It was perfectly balanced and its long blade glinted softly in the candlelight. The handle fit perfectly into his hand, almost as if Jack had become one with the blade. Three sapphires Jack recognized as the ones he had given to Will at Isle De Muerta for helping get the Pearl back were imbedded in the handle. Engravings decorated the blade, one in particular stood out. At the hilt of the blade was a carving so beautiful that it seemed like the creature would fly from the metal at any second. The carving was a sparrow flying free, a pearl clutched in its hand. Jack felt tears sting the back of his eyes as he gently caressed the bird. Never had someone given him something so heartfelt and beautiful as the sword that lay delicately in his hands.
"Thank you luv."
"Oh! Jack! One last thing. Once you do find him...please send word that you're both alright!"
"Aye, I promise."
Jack traveled as fast as he could back to the Pearl. He knew that he was running head first into a trap but there was no way around it. With a groan Jack realized that his crew had not been allowed on shore at the last two ports, they are not going to be happy to say the least.
The entire crew was standing on deck when Jack finally made it onboard. He had made such a racket trying to get help with the dingy that he woke everyone on board.
The second his boots touched the deck Jack faced his crew, prepared to scream and threaten anyone who opposed his seemingly baseless decision to leave.
"We are headed to Isle De Muerta and we leave now!" To Jacks surprise no one said a word, instead they all went directly to work. Jack stood stunned as Ana stepped up behind him.
"I might have let it slip that you were chasing after Will." Jack spun around to face the woman with a look that could kill. "Besides, the crew took a liking to Will. We will fight to save him." Jack managed a small smile. Jack knew that without a doubt he had the best crew in all of the Caribbean under his command, the most loyal at any rate. It was almost as if the gods had tried to make up for having Barbossa as a first mate by sending him the best men of this world. Either that or the gods wanted a twist to their sick little soap opera that was Jacks life.
Ana Maria and Jack made their way to the ships wheel. "It was Barbossa, he is alive, or undead at any rate. He wants revenge so he took the lad to get to me." Jack turned so that he could see any change in Ana Marias face and found none.
"Like I said before, we will fight."
No matter what ship Barbossa had acquired it would be no match for the Pearl. In a matter of days they would catch up. Despite that Jack knew that the final battle would be held at Isle De Muerta. His former first mate always had a flare for Drama, delaying the inevitable until the opportune moment for his twisted artistic ideals.
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"So boy, you gonna tell me what kind relationship you have with Jack?" Barbossas finger made its way slowly down Wills face as he spoke. Unable to move do to the shackles on his hands and ankles that bound him to the floor and ceiling Will spit at the smirking pirate. Barbossa wiped the spit from his face and made an angry grab for Wills chin. "No mater, whelp, you will serve your purpose."
"You will gain nothing by holding me here." Will said defiantly.
"Oh, quite the contrary lad, you will bring me what I need. Then I will take from you what I want." Barbossa groped Wills crotch with his greasy ring-covered hand for emphasis.
"I will never help you!" Will shouted as he tried to no avail to pull himself free of the pirates searching hand.
"You already are! Jack is undoubtedly after us at this very moment. On a foolhardy quest to save his whelp. Risking life and limb to save you. Its so touching its almost enough to make hurl. Jack always was a fool. Personally I don't see what he sees in you beyond a good fuck." Barbossas eyes raked over Wills struggling body.
"Jack is a pirate, and a good one at that! He would never walk into your little trap."
"He will if his dear whelps life is on the line. Even as we fought back on Isle De Muerta he couldn't focus on me. Always trying to sneak a peek at you, make sure you hadn't gotten yourself skewered." Will was beyond surprised at the jealousy he found in Barbossas voice, but he couldn't focus on that. Jack had been living the revenge he had dreamt of for years but he still he took the time to check on Will. Had Will really been so blind not to see that Jack cared if only as a friend?
"You have been treated far to much like a guest whelp, time to change that!" Barbossas jealousy turned to anger as he looked upon Wills angelic form. He took a blade from his belt and tore ruthlessly at Wills cloths.
Will bit his lip as he felt the blade slicing into his skin as his cloths where torn from him. With a grunt Barbossa slashed half-hazardly at the remains of Wills pants. The metallic taste of blood flooded into Wills mouth as his teeth sank deeper into the flesh of his lip. The knife cut into his thigh and burned like hellfire, determined not to give Barbossa the pleaser of hearing his pain Will bit further into his bloodied lip. Barbossa took a step back and admired his handy word with a twisted glee.
"You look much better in blood then without. I'm beginning to see what Jack sees in you. I might even keep you when this is through." Will shivered at the lust in Barbossas eyes and resisted the urge to gag as Barbossa ran a hand down his bare chest. "Not to worry whelp, there is no reason for me to take you now. No fun in that. Can't feel it anyway..." He mumbled the last part more to himself than anything else.
Will was immensely relieved when Barbossa finally left him alone. He let his head fall down to his chest and watched blood well in thin red lines all over his body, crimson clashing violently with his ivory white skin. A twisted smile spread across Wills face as crimson liquid dribbled down his naked form. He couldn't help but notice the irony. Not a month before Will would have watched his life essence flow from his body with a childish delight. It seems that Barbossa and Will found something they have in common, to bad for Will it's that they both like to see him bleed.
Even in his current state Will couldn't help but think of what Barbossa had said about Jack and the jealousy hidden inside those words. If the pirate was telling the truth then Jack had been in the middle of an epic battle and still took the time to check on a boy who was no longer of any use to him. Will himself had ignored his opponent far to many times than completely sane to see how Jack was fairing against Basbossa. He remembered the pain ripping through his body as he watched Jack being impaled on Barbossas cold blade, until that moment he had not realized what true fear was. Whatever happened now he couldn't let Jack meet that fate again. This time immortality was not an option.
Days passed slowly and Will was given only water, and only enough to survive at that. On the second day two of the crew came into the brig with keys to re-shackle him so that he could sit on the floor of the cold wet cell. Instantly Will recognized the pirates as part of Barbossas original crew that had been taken to Port Royal. The lanky pirate who constantly scratched at his fake eye saw the look of bewilderment on Wills face and was quick to brag of their escape. Barbossas men had been the ones who escaped Port Royal earlier that year, they were the reason security had been bumped up making it difficult for Elizabeth and Jack to escape. Will couldn't believe that he had never figured out that it had been Barbossas crew that escaped the gallows. The most alarming thing was that besides the occasional taunt or grope from the crew Will was not harmed, Barbossa had not even been back to see him. Was Barbossa just biding his time? Waiting until not only Will would suffer but Jack as well?
On the fifth day Will woke with a boot to his already broken ribs. Pain clouded his mind and the pirate above him made an attempt at another kick when Will ignored whatever the man had said in favor of the pain. Will turned just in time for the boot to catch his back. It hurt, but this time he could concentrate on what was being said to him as the cloud of pain had somewhat diminished.
"Get up whelp! Wouldn't want to miss Jack now would you?" It was Barbossas sneering voice above him. "The Pearl will be here shortly, in fact why don't you go on deck and give dear Jack a wave, I know he is watching."
When Will made no attempt to stand so he was roughly pulled to his feet and dragged up several flights of stairs. Barbossa dragged him all the way to the rear of the boat and threw him to the ground at his feet. He hadn't been lying; The Pearl was close behind them, now it was only a matter of hours before they caught up. As his eyes adjusted from being in the dark cell to the bright Caribbean sun figures materialized on the deck of the Pearl. One in particular stood out, a man behind the wheel, a telescope in hand.
"Looks like we 'ave an audience." Barbossa stated happily as he pulled Will up by his knotted brown hair. Knowing that Jack could see everything through his telescope Barbossa held the knife to Wills throat. The small Jack figurine did not move, he had become so unnaturally still that it looked as if Jack had turned into an exotic doll rather than the normally flamboyant pirate of legend. "See, Jacks not a complete idiot, he knows that if I even feel threatened he will pay with your life."
"You will not win this Barbossa! Only a fool would cross Captain Jack Sparrow!" Will spoke loudly and confidently, determined to show no fear with Jack undoubtedly watching his every move.
"Jack will not be a problem, but you should be taught a lesson none the less. No one speaks up against me." Barbossa looked over Wills naked form; ivory skin smudged with dirt and dried blood. "You hardly look pretty anymore, need fresh blood to clash with your pearly white skin." The knife was raked slowly down Will chest, just deep enough to get the blood Barbossa desired, but not enough too allow Will to find his death. Will tried to fight but two of the crew saw what was happening and held him in place. His attempts where smothered as one of the men holding him in place ground his hips into Wills ass. Despite Wills wish to be defiant the unspoken threat of rape was enough to frighten Will obedient, at least for the moment.
Barbossa licked at the fresh blood like a cat would milk. "Just a taste. Saving the rest for when our audience had a better view." Barbossa said with a confident smirk gracing his twisted face.
"Your disgusting! And you're a fool if you think Jack will ever be defeated by the likes of you!" Will spat out in a fit of rage and disgust.
"Its not wise to cross me boy." Barbossa pulled his nails across Wills already bloody chest leaving five streaks of crimson. The nail cuts burned hotter than any mortal fire and Will struggled to keep his gasps of pain at bay. He refused to let Barbossa see him weak and even more prominent in his mind was the fact that Jack was watching. If Jack thought Will was in pain he would risk himself to save Will.
Barbossa let out a cold laugh enjoying what he was doing to both Will and Jack. With a nod from Barbossa the men holding Will tied him to the wheel, facing Jack.
"Now we wait."
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Jack resisted the urge to leap off the side of the boat and swim to Wills rescue. Barbossas ship was in view and with the aid of his telescope he could he see his former first mate heading into the bowels of the ship. He returned with Will in tow. Jack winced as Will hit the ground; even from where he stood on the Pearl Jack could see the bruising and cuts covering the boys' body.
A feral growl resonated from Jacks chest alarming several of the crew. Not only was Will hurt but he was completely naked and Barbossa was treating him like some mutt. Jack resigned that there would be one more eunuch in the world if Barbossa had so much as touched HIS Will. Jack prayed to the gods that having Will naked was just some cruel joke. He didn't know if Will could take another rape and live to tell the tale. Even if the boys' body survived his soul would be broken.
A closer inspection showed several serious wounds decorating Wills pale body. Jack could tell Barbossa was saying something to Will. Barbossa took out a blade that glinted sharply in the hot Caribbean sun and held it to Wills pallid throat. Jack froze, he was so close to his love, too watch him die now and be able to do nothing to stop it would do nothing short of kill him. Luckily Barbossa lowered the blade. A warning. If anything looked even slightly amiss Will would pay for it with his life. Barbossa was looking for a negotiation of sorts.
'Fine, I won't attack just put Will down you bastard!' Jack thought desperately. He watched in horror as a knife cut into his loves perfect chest, crimson rivers flowed over Wills graceful figure. Jacks telescope threatened to break under the pressure of his crushing grasp. Barbossa was lapping some of the dark crimson blood from Wills chest. 'He will die! NO ONE touches MY Will!' Anger turned to pride as Will fought back, undoubtedly saying something incredibly stupid to defend someone's honor. There was a time for heroics but when one is at the mercy of anothers blade is not the time. 'Please Will just this once, don't do anything stupid!' It was to late; five new gashes decorated Wills porcelain skin.
Will was tied standing to the wheel. Jack was sure that if Will had not been tied standing that he would not have the strength to stand alone.
"ANA!" Jack yelled only to find the woman already at his side.
"I have to go on board alone. You must follow the ship to Isle De Muerta. If you get there first you can all set up and ambush them. Do something, anything! I'm leaving you in charge. I wont let them take him from me, not when I just found him again."
"Aye captain." Ana Maria knew that Jacks fate was in her hands. Any other pirate would have to be mad to trust his crew so blindly. Jack was mad, but not for handing overt command to Ana Maria. He was lucky that he had Ana and Gibbs onboard, it is rare to have such loyal friends when they are truly needed. Never in the history of the world was a pirate crew ever so loyal to their captain or a captain so loyal to his love.
Jack made quick work of boarding Barbossas ship and making his way to his beloved Will. He was stopped just short of being able to see his love, caught on the other side of the sight-hindering wheel. Barbossa stood tall and commanding in his path, fire burning in his eyes. Jack swallowed, Barbossa was not looking for treasure, he was looking for revenge, it was written clear as day in his soulless eyes. As things were Barbossa would more then likely get his revenge. Jack had experienced Barbossas twisted torture once, before he was marooned on that godforsaken island. Barbossa was truly a creature of hell, mad beyond reason and with the blood thirst of a vampire. Any man in Jacks position would be worried, but Jack was not just worried, he was frightened, more frightened then he had ever been in his life. His life no longer meant anything to him, all that mattered was that he had to survive long enough to save his love from this fate worse then death.
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"Captain its too rough! We have to stop!" Ana Maria could barely be heard over the roar of the ocean. Jack was only a few feet from where Ana stood but he could only see a vague silhouette of what appeared to be a female through the turrets of rain.
"She can handle it!" Jack shouted back to her as a particularly violent wave crashed onto the deck throwing several of the crew perilously close to falling overboard.
"The Pearl can! It's the crew that cant!"
Jack swore violently as he was thrown forward. They were only a day from port. One day away from his dear love. Will was already in Tortuga waiting for him and the only thing between them is this god-forsaken storm. Jack waited a year but now that Will was almost in his grasp his heart felt like it would burst if made to wait a minute longer. It was only when Ana Maria, a very seaworthy lass, was nearly swept overboard did Jack relent. The sea, which should have been his friend, had betrayed him.
"Fine! Ana take over!" Even as he spoke he glared venomously at the sea, daring it to sweep him into its depths as he stomped his way to the captains' cabin in a way only Jack could, unhindered by the overpowering forces of nature pounding on him. The part of the crew that could see their captain through the downpour watched in amazement as Jack gave up the wheel to Ana. With any other captain they would not think twice about the action but Jack is by no means a normal captain. He never let anyone steer his beloved Pearl, especially not in a storm.
Jack threw himself onto the bed and grabbed a bottle of rum from the floor as it rolled towards him. After downing half of the bottle in a single pull Jack felt mildly better. It was enough rum to let him think straight anyway. Immediately his thoughts went to a certain blacksmith that had been preoccupying his mind for quite some time now. Somewhere in his week-long venture to Tortuga Jack had promised himself to tell Will exactly how he felt the moment they were together again. Far too many things could happen to separate them and he would not miss another chance. Every moment with Will is an opportune one.
Hours later the ocean had calmed and Ana Maria found her way to Jacks cabin. She opened the door without bothering to knock and entered with long confident steps. Ana Maria stopped at the bedside where Jack lay, still clutching a bottle of rum.
"We'll be there tomorrow Jack, what could happen to the boy in a day?" Ana took the bottle from Jacks hand and took a deep pull. Jack looked back at her through dark liquored eyes.
"We are talking about a Turner here! With any luck he will manage to be hit by lightning, kidnapped, and be barely clinging to life by the time I get there! THAT is if we are lucky." Jack sat up and waved his arms in the air for emphasis, managing to grab the bottle of rum back and take a swig.
"I know ye haven't had that much to drink yet, stopping being stupid. Your dear Will will be fine until we get there."
"You didn't see him like I did. When I left him a year ago he was living a fairytale, nothing could possibly go wrong! Still...he was beaten and raped by the only father he can remember, did not marry the strumpet and tried to kill himself." Tears Pooled in Jacks eyes and threatened to spill down his cheeks. "I can't see him like that again, I cant."
It had only taken a day for Jacks resolve to break and tell Ana Maria everything that had happened. She had already known that Jack loved the boy, after being around a man like Jack for as many years as Ana Maria you learned how to pick up a thing or two. Ana Maria knew that if it were anyone else with Jack at the moment that despite his obvious pain he would never let it show. Despite Jacks downfalls Ana Maria took a certain pride in being one of Captain Jack Sparrows few trusted friends.
"He just found you again Jack, do you really think that he would let himself die now?" Jack only glared at her. He still couldn't believe that there was a chance that Will could return his feelings.
"Its not him killing himself I'm worried about. Something is wrong I can feel it." The Pearl shifted underneath them and Jack stroked the wall lovingly. "Pearl can feel it to, something is very wrong here."
Will and Elizabeth had already been in port two days when Jack finally made it to Tortuga. As the Black Pearl glided into port the moonless sky provided no light for docking. Normally Jack would have waited until morning to dock but he felt that if he had to spend another minute without Will his heart would burst in his chest, not to mention that the feeling of impending doom had not lifted.
In a lone dingy Jack paddled to shore and made his way through the crowded streets of Tortuga. Jack headed to the bar he had brought Will to on their adventure, hoping the boy had the sense not to go into one of the rowdier pubs. With any luck Will rented a room above the pub and stayed in there. Jack stepped up to the bartender who doubled as the 'hotel' clerk.
"Did a lad by the name of Turner rent a room here?" The bar keep checked a book behind the bar and nodded to Jack.
"Checked in two nights ago he did."
"What room?" The man took a step back, startled from the bite in Jacks Voice.
"Four" The man said quickly, wanting to be rid of Jack. Jack nodded and ran up the stairs; more than a little concerned at the ease he had gotten the number of the room with. The bartender didn't know anything about Jack yet he still gave away Will.
Jack didn't bother to knock but burst through the door, ready to grab onto Will and never let go. Instead of his love Jack found Elizabeth sitting on the end of the bed crying into her hands.
"Elizabeth! Where is Will?" Elizabeth ran to Jack the moment she realized he had finally come, relief flooding her features.
"They have him Jack! They took him!" Pain ripped through Jacks chest but he kept his composure, finding Will took priority over freaking out.
"Calm down luv. Who took Will?" Jack settled his hands on Elizabeth's slender shoulders, calming the shaking of her lithe frame.
"Barbossa and his men!"
"That is not possible, Barbossa is dead, killed him me self."
"I know but he was there, real as I stand before you now!" chocked sobs broke up her words and they grew more and more frantic as she spoke. "Last night Will decided to wait for you in the bar. He was sure that something had happened to you. Barbossa walked in and asked the man at the bar if he knew if you were in town Jack! He was leaving when he spotted Will." Elizabeth started crying again. "I'm sorry Jack, I tried to stop them but there were to many. Barbossa, he laughed and said that I was not to be harmed." She stopped crying and looked into Jacks eyes, realization hitting her for the first time. "He said I was to be kept alive so I could tell you what's happened to Will! It's a trap!"
Jack nodded, his mind shut down and his body worked on instinct. "Elizabeth you should go home. I will save Will, there is nothing for you to do here." Elizabeth didn't protest, knowing Jacks words rang true. But as Jack turned to leave she stopped him.
"Wait!" Elizabeth ran to the bed and pulled down the covers. Upon the bed lay the most beautiful sword Jack had ever seen. Elizabeth picked it up and handed it to Jack. "He made it for you."
Jack examined the sword. It was perfectly balanced and its long blade glinted softly in the candlelight. The handle fit perfectly into his hand, almost as if Jack had become one with the blade. Three sapphires Jack recognized as the ones he had given to Will at Isle De Muerta for helping get the Pearl back were imbedded in the handle. Engravings decorated the blade, one in particular stood out. At the hilt of the blade was a carving so beautiful that it seemed like the creature would fly from the metal at any second. The carving was a sparrow flying free, a pearl clutched in its hand. Jack felt tears sting the back of his eyes as he gently caressed the bird. Never had someone given him something so heartfelt and beautiful as the sword that lay delicately in his hands.
"Thank you luv."
"Oh! Jack! One last thing. Once you do find him...please send word that you're both alright!"
"Aye, I promise."
Jack traveled as fast as he could back to the Pearl. He knew that he was running head first into a trap but there was no way around it. With a groan Jack realized that his crew had not been allowed on shore at the last two ports, they are not going to be happy to say the least.
The entire crew was standing on deck when Jack finally made it onboard. He had made such a racket trying to get help with the dingy that he woke everyone on board.
The second his boots touched the deck Jack faced his crew, prepared to scream and threaten anyone who opposed his seemingly baseless decision to leave.
"We are headed to Isle De Muerta and we leave now!" To Jacks surprise no one said a word, instead they all went directly to work. Jack stood stunned as Ana stepped up behind him.
"I might have let it slip that you were chasing after Will." Jack spun around to face the woman with a look that could kill. "Besides, the crew took a liking to Will. We will fight to save him." Jack managed a small smile. Jack knew that without a doubt he had the best crew in all of the Caribbean under his command, the most loyal at any rate. It was almost as if the gods had tried to make up for having Barbossa as a first mate by sending him the best men of this world. Either that or the gods wanted a twist to their sick little soap opera that was Jacks life.
Ana Maria and Jack made their way to the ships wheel. "It was Barbossa, he is alive, or undead at any rate. He wants revenge so he took the lad to get to me." Jack turned so that he could see any change in Ana Marias face and found none.
"Like I said before, we will fight."
No matter what ship Barbossa had acquired it would be no match for the Pearl. In a matter of days they would catch up. Despite that Jack knew that the final battle would be held at Isle De Muerta. His former first mate always had a flare for Drama, delaying the inevitable until the opportune moment for his twisted artistic ideals.
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"So boy, you gonna tell me what kind relationship you have with Jack?" Barbossas finger made its way slowly down Wills face as he spoke. Unable to move do to the shackles on his hands and ankles that bound him to the floor and ceiling Will spit at the smirking pirate. Barbossa wiped the spit from his face and made an angry grab for Wills chin. "No mater, whelp, you will serve your purpose."
"You will gain nothing by holding me here." Will said defiantly.
"Oh, quite the contrary lad, you will bring me what I need. Then I will take from you what I want." Barbossa groped Wills crotch with his greasy ring-covered hand for emphasis.
"I will never help you!" Will shouted as he tried to no avail to pull himself free of the pirates searching hand.
"You already are! Jack is undoubtedly after us at this very moment. On a foolhardy quest to save his whelp. Risking life and limb to save you. Its so touching its almost enough to make hurl. Jack always was a fool. Personally I don't see what he sees in you beyond a good fuck." Barbossas eyes raked over Wills struggling body.
"Jack is a pirate, and a good one at that! He would never walk into your little trap."
"He will if his dear whelps life is on the line. Even as we fought back on Isle De Muerta he couldn't focus on me. Always trying to sneak a peek at you, make sure you hadn't gotten yourself skewered." Will was beyond surprised at the jealousy he found in Barbossas voice, but he couldn't focus on that. Jack had been living the revenge he had dreamt of for years but he still he took the time to check on Will. Had Will really been so blind not to see that Jack cared if only as a friend?
"You have been treated far to much like a guest whelp, time to change that!" Barbossas jealousy turned to anger as he looked upon Wills angelic form. He took a blade from his belt and tore ruthlessly at Wills cloths.
Will bit his lip as he felt the blade slicing into his skin as his cloths where torn from him. With a grunt Barbossa slashed half-hazardly at the remains of Wills pants. The metallic taste of blood flooded into Wills mouth as his teeth sank deeper into the flesh of his lip. The knife cut into his thigh and burned like hellfire, determined not to give Barbossa the pleaser of hearing his pain Will bit further into his bloodied lip. Barbossa took a step back and admired his handy word with a twisted glee.
"You look much better in blood then without. I'm beginning to see what Jack sees in you. I might even keep you when this is through." Will shivered at the lust in Barbossas eyes and resisted the urge to gag as Barbossa ran a hand down his bare chest. "Not to worry whelp, there is no reason for me to take you now. No fun in that. Can't feel it anyway..." He mumbled the last part more to himself than anything else.
Will was immensely relieved when Barbossa finally left him alone. He let his head fall down to his chest and watched blood well in thin red lines all over his body, crimson clashing violently with his ivory white skin. A twisted smile spread across Wills face as crimson liquid dribbled down his naked form. He couldn't help but notice the irony. Not a month before Will would have watched his life essence flow from his body with a childish delight. It seems that Barbossa and Will found something they have in common, to bad for Will it's that they both like to see him bleed.
Even in his current state Will couldn't help but think of what Barbossa had said about Jack and the jealousy hidden inside those words. If the pirate was telling the truth then Jack had been in the middle of an epic battle and still took the time to check on a boy who was no longer of any use to him. Will himself had ignored his opponent far to many times than completely sane to see how Jack was fairing against Basbossa. He remembered the pain ripping through his body as he watched Jack being impaled on Barbossas cold blade, until that moment he had not realized what true fear was. Whatever happened now he couldn't let Jack meet that fate again. This time immortality was not an option.
Days passed slowly and Will was given only water, and only enough to survive at that. On the second day two of the crew came into the brig with keys to re-shackle him so that he could sit on the floor of the cold wet cell. Instantly Will recognized the pirates as part of Barbossas original crew that had been taken to Port Royal. The lanky pirate who constantly scratched at his fake eye saw the look of bewilderment on Wills face and was quick to brag of their escape. Barbossas men had been the ones who escaped Port Royal earlier that year, they were the reason security had been bumped up making it difficult for Elizabeth and Jack to escape. Will couldn't believe that he had never figured out that it had been Barbossas crew that escaped the gallows. The most alarming thing was that besides the occasional taunt or grope from the crew Will was not harmed, Barbossa had not even been back to see him. Was Barbossa just biding his time? Waiting until not only Will would suffer but Jack as well?
On the fifth day Will woke with a boot to his already broken ribs. Pain clouded his mind and the pirate above him made an attempt at another kick when Will ignored whatever the man had said in favor of the pain. Will turned just in time for the boot to catch his back. It hurt, but this time he could concentrate on what was being said to him as the cloud of pain had somewhat diminished.
"Get up whelp! Wouldn't want to miss Jack now would you?" It was Barbossas sneering voice above him. "The Pearl will be here shortly, in fact why don't you go on deck and give dear Jack a wave, I know he is watching."
When Will made no attempt to stand so he was roughly pulled to his feet and dragged up several flights of stairs. Barbossa dragged him all the way to the rear of the boat and threw him to the ground at his feet. He hadn't been lying; The Pearl was close behind them, now it was only a matter of hours before they caught up. As his eyes adjusted from being in the dark cell to the bright Caribbean sun figures materialized on the deck of the Pearl. One in particular stood out, a man behind the wheel, a telescope in hand.
"Looks like we 'ave an audience." Barbossa stated happily as he pulled Will up by his knotted brown hair. Knowing that Jack could see everything through his telescope Barbossa held the knife to Wills throat. The small Jack figurine did not move, he had become so unnaturally still that it looked as if Jack had turned into an exotic doll rather than the normally flamboyant pirate of legend. "See, Jacks not a complete idiot, he knows that if I even feel threatened he will pay with your life."
"You will not win this Barbossa! Only a fool would cross Captain Jack Sparrow!" Will spoke loudly and confidently, determined to show no fear with Jack undoubtedly watching his every move.
"Jack will not be a problem, but you should be taught a lesson none the less. No one speaks up against me." Barbossa looked over Wills naked form; ivory skin smudged with dirt and dried blood. "You hardly look pretty anymore, need fresh blood to clash with your pearly white skin." The knife was raked slowly down Will chest, just deep enough to get the blood Barbossa desired, but not enough too allow Will to find his death. Will tried to fight but two of the crew saw what was happening and held him in place. His attempts where smothered as one of the men holding him in place ground his hips into Wills ass. Despite Wills wish to be defiant the unspoken threat of rape was enough to frighten Will obedient, at least for the moment.
Barbossa licked at the fresh blood like a cat would milk. "Just a taste. Saving the rest for when our audience had a better view." Barbossa said with a confident smirk gracing his twisted face.
"Your disgusting! And you're a fool if you think Jack will ever be defeated by the likes of you!" Will spat out in a fit of rage and disgust.
"Its not wise to cross me boy." Barbossa pulled his nails across Wills already bloody chest leaving five streaks of crimson. The nail cuts burned hotter than any mortal fire and Will struggled to keep his gasps of pain at bay. He refused to let Barbossa see him weak and even more prominent in his mind was the fact that Jack was watching. If Jack thought Will was in pain he would risk himself to save Will.
Barbossa let out a cold laugh enjoying what he was doing to both Will and Jack. With a nod from Barbossa the men holding Will tied him to the wheel, facing Jack.
"Now we wait."
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Jack resisted the urge to leap off the side of the boat and swim to Wills rescue. Barbossas ship was in view and with the aid of his telescope he could he see his former first mate heading into the bowels of the ship. He returned with Will in tow. Jack winced as Will hit the ground; even from where he stood on the Pearl Jack could see the bruising and cuts covering the boys' body.
A feral growl resonated from Jacks chest alarming several of the crew. Not only was Will hurt but he was completely naked and Barbossa was treating him like some mutt. Jack resigned that there would be one more eunuch in the world if Barbossa had so much as touched HIS Will. Jack prayed to the gods that having Will naked was just some cruel joke. He didn't know if Will could take another rape and live to tell the tale. Even if the boys' body survived his soul would be broken.
A closer inspection showed several serious wounds decorating Wills pale body. Jack could tell Barbossa was saying something to Will. Barbossa took out a blade that glinted sharply in the hot Caribbean sun and held it to Wills pallid throat. Jack froze, he was so close to his love, too watch him die now and be able to do nothing to stop it would do nothing short of kill him. Luckily Barbossa lowered the blade. A warning. If anything looked even slightly amiss Will would pay for it with his life. Barbossa was looking for a negotiation of sorts.
'Fine, I won't attack just put Will down you bastard!' Jack thought desperately. He watched in horror as a knife cut into his loves perfect chest, crimson rivers flowed over Wills graceful figure. Jacks telescope threatened to break under the pressure of his crushing grasp. Barbossa was lapping some of the dark crimson blood from Wills chest. 'He will die! NO ONE touches MY Will!' Anger turned to pride as Will fought back, undoubtedly saying something incredibly stupid to defend someone's honor. There was a time for heroics but when one is at the mercy of anothers blade is not the time. 'Please Will just this once, don't do anything stupid!' It was to late; five new gashes decorated Wills porcelain skin.
Will was tied standing to the wheel. Jack was sure that if Will had not been tied standing that he would not have the strength to stand alone.
"ANA!" Jack yelled only to find the woman already at his side.
"I have to go on board alone. You must follow the ship to Isle De Muerta. If you get there first you can all set up and ambush them. Do something, anything! I'm leaving you in charge. I wont let them take him from me, not when I just found him again."
"Aye captain." Ana Maria knew that Jacks fate was in her hands. Any other pirate would have to be mad to trust his crew so blindly. Jack was mad, but not for handing overt command to Ana Maria. He was lucky that he had Ana and Gibbs onboard, it is rare to have such loyal friends when they are truly needed. Never in the history of the world was a pirate crew ever so loyal to their captain or a captain so loyal to his love.
Jack made quick work of boarding Barbossas ship and making his way to his beloved Will. He was stopped just short of being able to see his love, caught on the other side of the sight-hindering wheel. Barbossa stood tall and commanding in his path, fire burning in his eyes. Jack swallowed, Barbossa was not looking for treasure, he was looking for revenge, it was written clear as day in his soulless eyes. As things were Barbossa would more then likely get his revenge. Jack had experienced Barbossas twisted torture once, before he was marooned on that godforsaken island. Barbossa was truly a creature of hell, mad beyond reason and with the blood thirst of a vampire. Any man in Jacks position would be worried, but Jack was not just worried, he was frightened, more frightened then he had ever been in his life. His life no longer meant anything to him, all that mattered was that he had to survive long enough to save his love from this fate worse then death.
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