Warnings! Rape, blood, suicide, m/m
The foul figure of Barbossa stood purposefully in the way of Jacks view of the bleeding William. A demonic smile graced his twisted face as he watched with satisfaction as Jack tried to compose himself.
"Let the boy go, he has nothing to do with anything." Jack said as he forced himself to stay in one place. His body screamed to move just a few more feet, just enough to see Will, make sure the boy is still in one piece.
"Oh but he does, and if you want the whelp back we'll be needing to negotiate. But I wont be doin' that with your crew starin' at us." Jack looked back to the Pearl where the crew in its entirety stood, waiting for anything of significance. "When the Pearl takes her leave we will talk."
Jack stood frozen in place. The unwritten rules of negotiation worked as such, the more men and firepower you have with you the more you can demand. Secondly the fiercer and more disinterested you look the lower the price. With the Pearl at his side he had leverage and an escape if the negotiations went sour.
"I don't think I want to be doing that. Besides they only stare as much as your lovely crew of mutinous scum."
"If that be the case you can go back to the Pearl and I shall keep the whelp."
"Why would I want to risk my ship for some whelp? I'm being paid but not nearly enough for that mate." Jack added his trademark swagger for emphasis. He bit his lip as he heard the soft gasp coming from Will. He hoped Will understood what was being said, sometimes the boy took things far to literally for his own good, being honest will do that to you. Jack could only hope Will wouldn't do anything stupid before he got a chance to explain everything to him.
"In that case...I have no need for a whelp." Barbossa took a purposeful step toward the abused boy and struck him hard with a ringed hand. Jack heard the thud of metal hitting flesh and watched in horror as the only part of Will visible to him, his feet, buckled and the ropes holding him prisoner strained with the effort of holding his weight.
Jacks fragile resolve shattered and the mask of indifference faded from his face. It was one thing to be proud and stubborn when he only had himself to look after; it's quite another when a life you care for more then your own is in the balance. With a wave of Jacks arm the Pearl began its journey away from its disturbed captain. As the Pearl sailed into obscurity Barbossa dropped his hand to his side, blood tainting the glittering stones decorating his scared hands.
"Now we can get down to business. If you will follow me." Barbossa turned and went into the bowels of the ship, not bothering to glance back to see if Jack would follow. Two of the crew untied Will and dragged the still unconscious boy after Barbossa. Jack followed willingly after Will, hoping to signal the boy about what he called his 'plan'. The plan was nothing more than keeping both of them alive until an opportunity presented itself but it was something, at least in Jacks world.
Jack was led to the captains' chambers. The rooms were not as grand as those off the Peal but then again no ship matched the Pearl. Barbossas sadistic toys decorated the walls, an array of whips on every wall. Barbossa himself stood like the keeper of the gates of hell at the entrance to the room, tall and unrelenting, unique in a grotesque way. Jack looked upon him in a way akin to seeing a bloody massacre and not being able to tear your eyes from the site. Will was dropped carelessly to the floor as if he were nothing more precious than a sack of flour. His limp body fell lifeless to the cold floor with a sickening thud that would doubtlessly have gained an unwilling cry from Will had he been conscious. Despite all this Jack stood his ground in the center of the room, trying desperately not to look at Wills bloodied and abused form.
"Why him? The curse is lifted. He is useless." Jack kept his tone inquisitive, barely interested enough to bother asking a question. He could tell Barbossa wanted to reveal his no doubt elaborate escape from the clutches of death, but being the overly dramatic scoundrel he is he would need to be pushed just a bit more. "You are dead, I killed you."
"I can't say I've forgive you for that one Jack." Barbossa drew out Jacks name enjoying toying with him. "You have made things rather uncomfortable for me. Before you shot me I was the immortal captain Barbossa who could feel nothing, but I had the ability to become mortal again, the ability to feel was within my grasp." His eyes faded to another world,seeing something Jack could not, his hand reached out as if trying to grab something that only existed in his mind. "For a moment I could feel the breeze in my hair, the wet slosh of my soaked boots. Then you took it from me, and all that was left was cold and darkness." The glaze disappeared from Barbossas eyes, a fire borne from hate replacing it. "When I woke I found this in my hand!" Barbossa pulled a chain at his neck and dangled the shinning gold in front of Jacks face. It was one of the cursed pieces of Cortez, the one still stained with tinges of the mingled blood of Jack and Will. "Jack had put the cursed thing into me hand!" Hearing his name the monkey jumped from his hiding place among the folds of dark cloth hanging around the room and onto the table. "Part of the curse I never knew. Put a piece into the hands of a dead man they live again, in whatever state you found them in." Hate dripped off every word as Barbossa pulled apart his shirt. An ugly hole marred the flesh over his heart; singe marks decorated the sides of the wound. Jack had a haunting feeling that somewhere in the depths of Barbossas frozen heart lay the bullet that had killed him.
Jack tried to cover shock with a witty response; to bad none came to mind. "If I were you revenge wouldn't be my top priority mate, id go put that trinket back where it belongs and then find myself a girl."
Barbossa slammed the gold onto the table. "I am the undead, and I can only become dead. You took away my chance at life. Not even the will of the gods could bring my life back to me!" The pirate's constant aura of cool detachment disappeared in a burning rage that brought an illusion of life to his soulless eyes. Barbossa advanced on the other pirate until Jack found his boots touching the wall behind him. He had not even realized he had been moving backwards. "I'll be wanting my revenge now."
"Ah! You said negotiations would take place! Not even a man such as yourself would begrudge a man what is promised to him, eh?" Jack asked with a trademark swagger in hopes of hitting Barbossas slightly twisted ideas of honor and pride.
"A deal is a deal" The façade of cool collectiveness took over Barbossas marred features once more. "I'll take you in turn for not killing the whelp."
"...He goes free at a time and place of my choosing." Jack added remembering Wills failings when it came to negotiating with Barbossa the last time their paths had crossed. He hopped fervently that he was not forgetting anything.
"We have an accord." Barbossa took a step back and help out his hand to make it official. Feeling as if he were selling his very soul to the devil Jack couldn't help the slight shake as he reached out to grab the offered hand.
"NO!" Will cried from behind Barbossa as he plunged a stolen knife from the table into Barbossas back. The undead pirate howled with outrage and backhanded the boy with all his strength. Will was sent flying to the floor with a crash. Not bothering to take the blade from his back Barbossa turned to Jack.
"Do we have an accord?" Jack hastily shook the hand offered him, fearing further retaliation on Wills part, or more accurately, further injury on Wills part.
Will had hit the floor hard and old wounds reopened, but it wasn't that that kept him on the floor. He sat in shock as Barbossa moved and talked like there was not a jagged knife plunged into his back. He struggled back onto his feet and fought the wave of dizziness and nausea that rose up in him. By the time he had gotten up and made his way over to the table for a weapon Jack had been chained in his place.
Barbossa finished with the chains and turned his attention on Will. With the feral growl of an injured animal the undead pirate ripped the knife from his back and held the bloodied weapon to Wills throat. Will struggled but stopped when the blade bit into his throat sending rivulets of warm blood down his neck. Barbossa dragged the unwilling boy to the table and threw him down upon it so that Wills chest was pressed firmly into the hard wood of the table.
"You will pay for that one whelp! Unlike you I don't heal. To bad for you it means you can feel too." Will let out a gasp as his feet were kicked apart, baring his already naked form to the two men watching him. Realizing was going to happen Will struggled with all his might, ignoring the blade biting deeper into his flesh that was making his head swim.
"Barbossa you said he would go free!" Jack screamed as he pulled desperately at his restraints.
"Don't impugn me honor! I said he would go free at a time and place of your choosing. Would that be now? Don't 'ave to worry about him drowning! The sharks are prevalent this time of year."
"Damn you Barbossa!" Jack screamed in outrage.
"I already am dammed." The man replied with a satisfied smirk. "On second thought..." Barbossa twisted the table Will lay on so that Jack had a profile view of both Will and Barbossa, a perfect view of the hellish nightmare. Will stopped fighting again, knowledge of the knife lodged far to deep into his neck for comfort killing his defiant streak for the moment. "Much better! Now you can see your little whelp get what he deserves." Will was made to spread his legs again and Jack cried out.
"I have a proposition for you. The whelp is nearly unconscious, not a lot of fun for a sadistic type like your self. I know what you like and he isn't it." Jack swallowed, wanting desperately not to have to continue with his little speech but Barbossa was looking at him expectantly, the bastard knew exactly what was coming. "Take me instead."
"Jack didn't know ya cared. Tell me again what you want me to do, think I missed it that first time."
"Fuck me." Jack ground his teeth together. After a week of Barbossas torture after the mutiny he knew what to say and when to pick his battles.
"Sense you asked so nice."
Jack was unshackled and stayed unmoving as Will was lifted from the table and restrained in his place. Will was barely coherent at this point, the blood loss taking its toll. He had not been able to follow the conversation, he was to busy trying to stay awake long enough to escape, or attack if the situation called for it, not that he would be of any help in either case. He was confused, but utterly relieved, as he was lifted from the table by Barbossas rough hands, maybe the dammed pirate had changed his mind!
"Whelp!" Barbossa spit in Wills face as he spoke. "Better watch good an' hard or it'll be worse for both of ya." Will still didn't understand what was going on but nodded because of Jacks hyper nodding motion behind Barbossas back.
Jack closed his eyes as Barbossa turned back to him. His body screamed for him to run, to fight the overwhelming doom, but he forced himself to stay still. Will was safe as long as he kept Barbossas attention.
"Strip." Jack winced at the familiarity of the word, the only difference between now and the last time was this time he could only obey. Looking anywhere but Wills horrified eyes Jack rid himself of his cloths, letting them fall to a pile on the floor.
"Jack?" Wills pained voice was enough to make the pirate turn to look at him. Jack bit his lip, preparing himself for what he knew would be a gruesome site. All through the negotiations Jack had managed not to look at Will, fearing that his body would get the best of him and strike out fruitlessly at Barbossa in a fit of blind rage. Now that there was truly nothing left to loose by looking upon his love Jack did just that.
Wills unnaturally pale body was smothered with the dark crimson of dried blood. He was so covered in blood that old scars ran into new ones and his entire body became one open wound, a physical impossibility to discern any individual injuries. In the rare few places blood did not cover the skin was near translucent showing a starved neglected body, or the deep black purple of blood pooling under skin. Once warm brown eyes were fogged over with pain and fever. Shoulder length brown hair was stained a deep crimson, even black in places and hung in clumps around his face. The young trusting William Turner disappeared behind a blanket of blood and grime, leaving an angel of death in his wake.
Tears burned behind Jacks eyes for his love but they did not fall. He had to stay strong for Will, for himself, Captain Jack Sparrow did not cry. He wouldn't let Barbossa have the privilege and satisfaction of seeing how deeply he had hurt him with his twisted games.
"Jack what...?" Wills voice was soft and confused. Jack desperately wanted to comfort the boy, tell him everything was fine and not to worry, but he didn't trust his voice to speak.
Barbossa made an impatient sound and Jack quickly turned his attention to the agitated pirate. Under no circumstances did Barbossa like to be ignored.
Hatred radiating from Barbossas malicious form, his arm struck out and made contact with Jacks face. Jack spiraled to the floor; he didn't have time to adjust to his new position before Barbossa pulled him violently off the floor and threw him across the table like Will before him.
"I will make ya pay attention to me." Barbossa growled as he crossed the room and retrieved a Cat of Nine Tails from the wall. Each tip was tied in a knot that could easily rip through the skin of Jacks back.
Jack could hear the boots falls crossing the floor and the sharp intake of Wills breath as he realized what was about to happen. Jack put his forehead down on the table and implanted his teeth into the soft flesh of his lip. To revolt now meant certain death, going against an immortal pirate and his crew was too crazy, even for Jack. A loud crack echoed through the room followed by what Jack could swear was droplets of his blood splattering on the floor.
Nine strips of pure fire burned through Jack. Soon the fire spread through his whole back and liquid crimson pooled around him on the table. The insistent crack of the whip pounded on Jacks ears. He had no idea how many times he had been hit with the cursed weapon but he knew that it only stopped when a cry escaped unbidden from his throat. If Jack had turned around he would have seen the look of bliss and twisted pleasure on Barbossas face as the man reveled in the echoes of Jacks pained cry.
Will shook violently, he didn't know weather to cry or rip the chains that bound him from the walls. He was so helpless, there was nothing he could do and even now his mind couldn't concentrate through the dizzying fog in his mind. The sound of the cracking whip, Jacks heavy breathing, the brilliant color of the crimson blood pooling beneath Jack, then the utter horror of the entire scene. After a vicious struggle with the chains that drained him of almost all his strength he found just enough energy left to realize that a single tear escaped his chocolate brown eyes.
"Much better, aye Jack?" Barbossa asked not really expecting a response. "Not to talkative are we? No need to worry, I'll have you screaming by the end." The cold cheer the statement held assured its certainty.
The crimson stained whip was placed lovingly on the wall and Barbossa paused to examine his handiwork. Jacks tangled and disheveled hair was tinged red with his own blood. The table beneath him would no doubt be stained once he was through but Barbossa only saw this as a memento of his victory. Jack was unable to get up from his place on the table and he stopped trying when he heard the strangled voice of Will calling out to him. A hard kick sent Jacks wobbling legs to his sides spreading him for Barbossas hungry eyes and those of the horrified Will.
"Learn yer place Jack, this is where ya belong, and this is where you shall stay." Barbossa pulled down his own pants and left them at his knees. "I can't feel it, but you can."
Barbossa pushed himself savagely into Jack, throwing his full weight against him ruthlessly. Jack tried to stop the scream of pain from ripping from his throat but Barbossas relentless pounding created more pain than he thought possible. This new pain made the sweltering lashes on his back a simple pinprick by comparison. It felt as is Barbossa was trying to rip him in two. His skin burned with a fiery vengeance anywhere Barbossa touched him but the pain of actually being ripped apart by Barbossas thick member was beyond anything he had ever felt, beyond being shot three times around his heart, beyond white hot metal scalding the flesh of his arm so that it would forever stand raised above the rest of his skin in a P. The world around him faded and gave way a hellish land of death where there was only pain. Had he been able to feel anything beyond the tearing of sensitive flesh or hear anything more than his own heart pounding in his ears and the laughing breath of Barbossa he would have heard Wills devastated pleas and the feel of his own warm blood easing Barbossas way into him and doing nothing to lessen the pain. Jack writhed in agony on the table; he was teetering on the edge consciousness, not giving in to the darkness because of a silly matter of pride that seemed foolish when it was costing him so dearly. Barbossas cold cruel laugh thundered behind him as the undead pirate thrust violently into Jacks abused channel in such a way that made Jack want to die where he lay. Any longer and he feared that his new found death wish would come true, he was being violated, ripped apart, by a devil that could feel nothing and above all else desired to see pain, death was defiantly not out of the question. After an eternity and a final pained scream of sheer agony Jack blacked out, a merciful oblivion folding him in shrouds of darkness.
Barbossa pulled out of Jack and fixed his clothing with a sadistic smirk. The pool of blood surrounding Jack had grown larger and the pirates face now lay in a sea of crimson. Will could not stop the tears from flooding down his face. The entire ordeal had felt like a nightmare, too horrific to be real. Why couldn't he just wake up?
"Enjoy the show whelp?" A deep cold laughed tinged the cruel words. Will snapped from his thoughts and glared at Barbossa. His eyes held such detestation that Barbossa himself took a step away from the chained boy, for a moment fearing the promice of revenge written in those deep brown orbs.
"Leave Jack alone! You touch him again and I swear you will pay! Take me if you must but you will leave Jack alone!" The tearful, sad boy of only a few moments before disappeared and William Turner stood on his place. The William Turner that would have made his father proud, tall and commanding, a force to be reckoned with even when held in chains.
"So eager to die whelp? No, I'll be keeping Jack till he dies, and he will die mind you ill make sure of that, but not for a very long time." Barbossa regained his composure after reassuring himself silently that he was indeed untouchable and that even if he were mortal the stick of a lad had no means by which to cause him harm.
Will scoffed. There was no doubt in his mind that Captain Jack Sparrow would be able to find a way to escape Barbossas clutches. He had freed himself from situations far worse than this, with ingenious plans that only one as crazy as Jack could come up with. He would probably be free and steering the Black Pearl at this very moment if not for his obligations to a certain blacksmith and the money he would bring. "You will never win against Jack." Pride and sorrow tinged his words; Will would certainly never win Jack. Although he had been drifting in and out of consciousness during the negotiations for himself he had heard enough. Jacks cruel words echoed in his troubled mind. 'Why would I want to risk my ship for some whelp? I'm being paid but not nearly enough for that mate.' He was a fool to think Jack could ever feel anything for him, Elizabeth had probably promised a kings ransom for his return, silly girl would do anything for anyone she considered family. As much as Will loved Elizabeth he did not live for her, besides that everyone would be much better off if he were dead. Jack could escape with relative ease if only because of his madness, and Elizabeth would no longer feel obligated to watch over him. He had the power to free the ones he loved; all it would cost him was his life.
"We both know I am not getting out of this alive so why don't we act like adults and get it done with now?" Barbossa was taken aback by the statement but didn't show it. The whelp just found Jack who obviously wanted him as much as the boy did him and here he was throwing it away. Sensing the opportunity for an even crueler fate for Jack he became intrigued.
"Don't like sharing Jack? I'm not that bad, could always join in if ya wanted whelp." He taunted hoping to force an explanation from the high- strung boy.
"Stop toying with me!" Will yelled. "I am no simpleton, you can not fool me! I heard him talking! I'm nothing but money to him and you know that as well as I do! Kill me and he doesn't have a chance of getting his little fortune, you wanted revenge on him not me, and the only way to truly do that is take away his fortune! He is a pirate! What does a pirate love if not treasure?" Will nearly pleaded, eager to be rid of the pain in his heart, Jack didn't want him, and the images of Jack being hurt, raped and bleeding all because of him flashed behind his eyes, all he wanted was to end it all.
"Your still of use to me alive whelp, but you may get your wish soon enough." Barbossa could not have asked for a better situation. Jack loves the whelp and vice versa but the whelp wants to die because he doesn't think he is loved. Innocents are so easy to corrupt; it almost takes the fun out of it, but not quite.
Jack was taken to the brig and Will was left chained in Brabossas cabin. For hours both were left alone to think and let the events of the day fester in their darkened hearts.
Barbossa walked into his cabin happy to see that Will had recovered enough to stand without the aid of the chains that bound him. Wordlessly he freed Will of his constraints and watched as the boy unconsciously backed away from him. He loved it when they feared him, made them so much more fun to play with.
"Ill let you out of your chains for awhile if you promise to be a good boy." Will looked like he would love nothing more then to bite off the mans twisted nose but his aching wrists made him reconsider the action. "Good boy. Ill be back in awhile, just have to check in on a few things...id wash if I were you, the blood is lovely but your attracting bugs to me lovely cabin." Barbossa smirked at the look of bewilderment on the whelps face. Ah, the art of pain, you act cruel all the time and the captives get use to it, boring. Variation is the key, if you are unpredictable you can scare them, makes them feel like they are walking of the edge of a knife, one slip up and they pay dearly for it. He kicked at Jacks elaborate pile of rags that he passed off as cloths as he left, hearing the soft tink of metal he knew would come and purposefully ignoring it.
It was almost worth becoming undead to have this sweet revenge on Jack. Jack, who would never have him when he was only a first mate, did not have a choice in the matter now. He had almost been sorry to maroon Jack on that spit of an island, shame to loose such a nice piece of ass. Barbossa couldn't help the smile his lips curled into as he walked into the brig to find Jack curled up in a corner, his back to the wall.
Jack jumped up the moment he saw Barbossa. He thoroughly wished he had not as pain ripped through him and dizziness threatened to bring him back to the floor, to late for regrets now, must act fierce.
"What did you do with Will?" Jack demanded. He felt his heart sink and the sickening feeling in his stomach grew to the point that he had to struggle not to empty the contents of his stomach onto the floor.
At first a cold malicious laugh was his only response. "I did nothing, in fact I unlocked him, and he is currently free of his bonds and in my room." He couldn't let Jack have even a moment free of worry so he continued with a happiness borne of the knowledge of the doomed love of Jack and Will. "If I were you id be asking myself what I did to 'im. Seems like he got the impression that you don't care for him save to get some money, o' course. Not takin' it to well either, seems he wanted me to kill him. Oh I almost forgot! Say jack didn't you leave your sword on your pants? Oh yes, and that knife he stabbed me with earlier..."
"You bastard! He did nothing to you and your just going to kill him."
"Course not Jack...he is going to kill himself."
As soon as Barbossa shut the door Will grabbed the discarded blood covered knife, and wrapped it in cloth stolen from the table. He quickly wrapped the cloth around his arm disguising it ad a bandage for one of his deeper wounds. After a moment he made his way slowly to Jacks cloths. Searching through them carefully, as if they were a precious treasure that would break if held to tightly he came upon Jacks blade. It was not the dulled blade he had seen Jack use in their last adventure, it was the one he had made for him. The sword he had spent lonely hours in the forge making when his chores were done and the sun had set. He had poured everything he felt for Jack into the blade, it was the finest he had ever seen. Elizabeth must have given it to Jack, she was the only one who knew about it, or he could have stolen it from the smithy, either way he was glad to see it. Will smiled down at the familiar blade contemplating exactly what to do with it. He could never hide it on his person and in his condition any attempt of retaliation would result in more pain for Jack and himself. If only Jack would give up on the damned money and find a way to escape. Wills heart ached, it sensed that he was the reason for Jacks suffering and that was not what he wanted. The only way to save Jack was if he were gone, out of the minds of all, everything would become as it should be.
A cut, that's all it would take to save Jack, Elizabeth, even himself from suffering. Then why couldn't he do it? So many times before he longed for death but clutched to the hope that Jack would return for him. He got Jack all right, and could keep him as long as he had the money to pay for him.
Will caressed the blade and the engraved sparrow adorning it lovingly with his fingers. 'For Jack.' With a swift motion of his wrists new wounds formed and vital arteries were cut, the worst part was over, all that was left to do was wait. He had been here once before and knew the stages that were to come, only that last time someone took his death from him, he would not let that happen again.
'Footsteps at the door, oh well, to dizzy to stand now anyway. Barbossa, come to share in the pleasure of watching me bleed? You are a twisted man, if you still are a man, for loving blood so much. I suppose that makes me twisted as well, I already knew that though. I must be twisted to love a money hungry, self-absorbed pirate who cares only for his ship and stocking it with rum. Then in my spare time flirt with death because my twisted pirate wont have me. Ah yes, the darkness is beginning to steal the edges of my vision. What is Barbossa doing now? Can't he just find it in him to let me die and free my friends in the process? I can't make out what he is saying, something about Jack having to watch me die, doesn't he realize Jack doesn't care? No! No bandages! I want to end it now! I'm too weak to tear the leather bandages from my wrists; it's stopping the blood flow! I should have realized I was to stupid o kill myself properly. I guess Jack was wrong about doing stupid things and getting in trouble for it, it always seems to save me.'
Jack looked up in time to see Will hitting the floor, unmoving, in the adjacent cell.
"WILL!"
The boy blinked up at him and mix of bitterness and sorrow passed over his features.
"Why wont you people just let me die?" His speech was exasperated and wavering like that of a patient in the depths of hallucination riddled fever. His eyes were in the same far off land as his voice, a shine covering his chocolate eyes.
"Everything is fine now luv. No need for you to die, we will get out of this!" Jacks happiness of seeing Will alive and breathing protected him from seeing the depth of Wills statement.
Will held out his wrists, arms wobbling as he did so. Tight leather bands bound them and stained crimson cloth escaped from its confines beneath.
"I don't want out of this! There is nothing out there for me. Just get yourself out of here; you have more money than even you can spend on Isle De Muerta. Liz will understand." Will pulled the knife from the cloth and began ripping at the leather.
"STOP! What the hell do you think you are doing? I am the mad one here!" Jack was pressed up against the bars of the cell as if his body didn't recognize the restraint blocking his way.
"If I die you can go escape without worrying about me! Then you can go off and find that girl you left!" Will looked into Jacks eyes and saw confusion. "Everyone knows Jack! I heard in some bar about your love, just go back to her and leave me alone!" Will knew he was making no sense but his blood-deprived mind could think of nothing more intelligible than a rant of whatever popped into his mind.
"I'm never going to let you die!" Something in Jacks voice made Will freeze, something that he could not place and couldn't put a name to. "Ill take care of you, you can come live on the Pearl with me. We can sail away and you'll never have to think about Port Royal and whomever you may have left there. Just give me the bloody knife!"
Will slid the knife across the wooden floor in a state of shock. Jack hid it in the back of his cell.
"I'm sorry Jack. But I know what I heard..." Will found he was able to talk again but his mind was focused on determining exactly what it was in Jacks voice that had made him stop.
"You heard me bartering for you life. Make the item you want seem worthless, you'll get it easier." A deep blush stained Wills pale face.
"So stupid." Will muttered to himself, cursing his own foolishness and inability to understand the world of pirates.
"No, just too honest."
Sorry it took so long but I didn't want to leave you at a cliff hanger! Thank you everyone who reviewed! You RULE!
The foul figure of Barbossa stood purposefully in the way of Jacks view of the bleeding William. A demonic smile graced his twisted face as he watched with satisfaction as Jack tried to compose himself.
"Let the boy go, he has nothing to do with anything." Jack said as he forced himself to stay in one place. His body screamed to move just a few more feet, just enough to see Will, make sure the boy is still in one piece.
"Oh but he does, and if you want the whelp back we'll be needing to negotiate. But I wont be doin' that with your crew starin' at us." Jack looked back to the Pearl where the crew in its entirety stood, waiting for anything of significance. "When the Pearl takes her leave we will talk."
Jack stood frozen in place. The unwritten rules of negotiation worked as such, the more men and firepower you have with you the more you can demand. Secondly the fiercer and more disinterested you look the lower the price. With the Pearl at his side he had leverage and an escape if the negotiations went sour.
"I don't think I want to be doing that. Besides they only stare as much as your lovely crew of mutinous scum."
"If that be the case you can go back to the Pearl and I shall keep the whelp."
"Why would I want to risk my ship for some whelp? I'm being paid but not nearly enough for that mate." Jack added his trademark swagger for emphasis. He bit his lip as he heard the soft gasp coming from Will. He hoped Will understood what was being said, sometimes the boy took things far to literally for his own good, being honest will do that to you. Jack could only hope Will wouldn't do anything stupid before he got a chance to explain everything to him.
"In that case...I have no need for a whelp." Barbossa took a purposeful step toward the abused boy and struck him hard with a ringed hand. Jack heard the thud of metal hitting flesh and watched in horror as the only part of Will visible to him, his feet, buckled and the ropes holding him prisoner strained with the effort of holding his weight.
Jacks fragile resolve shattered and the mask of indifference faded from his face. It was one thing to be proud and stubborn when he only had himself to look after; it's quite another when a life you care for more then your own is in the balance. With a wave of Jacks arm the Pearl began its journey away from its disturbed captain. As the Pearl sailed into obscurity Barbossa dropped his hand to his side, blood tainting the glittering stones decorating his scared hands.
"Now we can get down to business. If you will follow me." Barbossa turned and went into the bowels of the ship, not bothering to glance back to see if Jack would follow. Two of the crew untied Will and dragged the still unconscious boy after Barbossa. Jack followed willingly after Will, hoping to signal the boy about what he called his 'plan'. The plan was nothing more than keeping both of them alive until an opportunity presented itself but it was something, at least in Jacks world.
Jack was led to the captains' chambers. The rooms were not as grand as those off the Peal but then again no ship matched the Pearl. Barbossas sadistic toys decorated the walls, an array of whips on every wall. Barbossa himself stood like the keeper of the gates of hell at the entrance to the room, tall and unrelenting, unique in a grotesque way. Jack looked upon him in a way akin to seeing a bloody massacre and not being able to tear your eyes from the site. Will was dropped carelessly to the floor as if he were nothing more precious than a sack of flour. His limp body fell lifeless to the cold floor with a sickening thud that would doubtlessly have gained an unwilling cry from Will had he been conscious. Despite all this Jack stood his ground in the center of the room, trying desperately not to look at Wills bloodied and abused form.
"Why him? The curse is lifted. He is useless." Jack kept his tone inquisitive, barely interested enough to bother asking a question. He could tell Barbossa wanted to reveal his no doubt elaborate escape from the clutches of death, but being the overly dramatic scoundrel he is he would need to be pushed just a bit more. "You are dead, I killed you."
"I can't say I've forgive you for that one Jack." Barbossa drew out Jacks name enjoying toying with him. "You have made things rather uncomfortable for me. Before you shot me I was the immortal captain Barbossa who could feel nothing, but I had the ability to become mortal again, the ability to feel was within my grasp." His eyes faded to another world,seeing something Jack could not, his hand reached out as if trying to grab something that only existed in his mind. "For a moment I could feel the breeze in my hair, the wet slosh of my soaked boots. Then you took it from me, and all that was left was cold and darkness." The glaze disappeared from Barbossas eyes, a fire borne from hate replacing it. "When I woke I found this in my hand!" Barbossa pulled a chain at his neck and dangled the shinning gold in front of Jacks face. It was one of the cursed pieces of Cortez, the one still stained with tinges of the mingled blood of Jack and Will. "Jack had put the cursed thing into me hand!" Hearing his name the monkey jumped from his hiding place among the folds of dark cloth hanging around the room and onto the table. "Part of the curse I never knew. Put a piece into the hands of a dead man they live again, in whatever state you found them in." Hate dripped off every word as Barbossa pulled apart his shirt. An ugly hole marred the flesh over his heart; singe marks decorated the sides of the wound. Jack had a haunting feeling that somewhere in the depths of Barbossas frozen heart lay the bullet that had killed him.
Jack tried to cover shock with a witty response; to bad none came to mind. "If I were you revenge wouldn't be my top priority mate, id go put that trinket back where it belongs and then find myself a girl."
Barbossa slammed the gold onto the table. "I am the undead, and I can only become dead. You took away my chance at life. Not even the will of the gods could bring my life back to me!" The pirate's constant aura of cool detachment disappeared in a burning rage that brought an illusion of life to his soulless eyes. Barbossa advanced on the other pirate until Jack found his boots touching the wall behind him. He had not even realized he had been moving backwards. "I'll be wanting my revenge now."
"Ah! You said negotiations would take place! Not even a man such as yourself would begrudge a man what is promised to him, eh?" Jack asked with a trademark swagger in hopes of hitting Barbossas slightly twisted ideas of honor and pride.
"A deal is a deal" The façade of cool collectiveness took over Barbossas marred features once more. "I'll take you in turn for not killing the whelp."
"...He goes free at a time and place of my choosing." Jack added remembering Wills failings when it came to negotiating with Barbossa the last time their paths had crossed. He hopped fervently that he was not forgetting anything.
"We have an accord." Barbossa took a step back and help out his hand to make it official. Feeling as if he were selling his very soul to the devil Jack couldn't help the slight shake as he reached out to grab the offered hand.
"NO!" Will cried from behind Barbossa as he plunged a stolen knife from the table into Barbossas back. The undead pirate howled with outrage and backhanded the boy with all his strength. Will was sent flying to the floor with a crash. Not bothering to take the blade from his back Barbossa turned to Jack.
"Do we have an accord?" Jack hastily shook the hand offered him, fearing further retaliation on Wills part, or more accurately, further injury on Wills part.
Will had hit the floor hard and old wounds reopened, but it wasn't that that kept him on the floor. He sat in shock as Barbossa moved and talked like there was not a jagged knife plunged into his back. He struggled back onto his feet and fought the wave of dizziness and nausea that rose up in him. By the time he had gotten up and made his way over to the table for a weapon Jack had been chained in his place.
Barbossa finished with the chains and turned his attention on Will. With the feral growl of an injured animal the undead pirate ripped the knife from his back and held the bloodied weapon to Wills throat. Will struggled but stopped when the blade bit into his throat sending rivulets of warm blood down his neck. Barbossa dragged the unwilling boy to the table and threw him down upon it so that Wills chest was pressed firmly into the hard wood of the table.
"You will pay for that one whelp! Unlike you I don't heal. To bad for you it means you can feel too." Will let out a gasp as his feet were kicked apart, baring his already naked form to the two men watching him. Realizing was going to happen Will struggled with all his might, ignoring the blade biting deeper into his flesh that was making his head swim.
"Barbossa you said he would go free!" Jack screamed as he pulled desperately at his restraints.
"Don't impugn me honor! I said he would go free at a time and place of your choosing. Would that be now? Don't 'ave to worry about him drowning! The sharks are prevalent this time of year."
"Damn you Barbossa!" Jack screamed in outrage.
"I already am dammed." The man replied with a satisfied smirk. "On second thought..." Barbossa twisted the table Will lay on so that Jack had a profile view of both Will and Barbossa, a perfect view of the hellish nightmare. Will stopped fighting again, knowledge of the knife lodged far to deep into his neck for comfort killing his defiant streak for the moment. "Much better! Now you can see your little whelp get what he deserves." Will was made to spread his legs again and Jack cried out.
"I have a proposition for you. The whelp is nearly unconscious, not a lot of fun for a sadistic type like your self. I know what you like and he isn't it." Jack swallowed, wanting desperately not to have to continue with his little speech but Barbossa was looking at him expectantly, the bastard knew exactly what was coming. "Take me instead."
"Jack didn't know ya cared. Tell me again what you want me to do, think I missed it that first time."
"Fuck me." Jack ground his teeth together. After a week of Barbossas torture after the mutiny he knew what to say and when to pick his battles.
"Sense you asked so nice."
Jack was unshackled and stayed unmoving as Will was lifted from the table and restrained in his place. Will was barely coherent at this point, the blood loss taking its toll. He had not been able to follow the conversation, he was to busy trying to stay awake long enough to escape, or attack if the situation called for it, not that he would be of any help in either case. He was confused, but utterly relieved, as he was lifted from the table by Barbossas rough hands, maybe the dammed pirate had changed his mind!
"Whelp!" Barbossa spit in Wills face as he spoke. "Better watch good an' hard or it'll be worse for both of ya." Will still didn't understand what was going on but nodded because of Jacks hyper nodding motion behind Barbossas back.
Jack closed his eyes as Barbossa turned back to him. His body screamed for him to run, to fight the overwhelming doom, but he forced himself to stay still. Will was safe as long as he kept Barbossas attention.
"Strip." Jack winced at the familiarity of the word, the only difference between now and the last time was this time he could only obey. Looking anywhere but Wills horrified eyes Jack rid himself of his cloths, letting them fall to a pile on the floor.
"Jack?" Wills pained voice was enough to make the pirate turn to look at him. Jack bit his lip, preparing himself for what he knew would be a gruesome site. All through the negotiations Jack had managed not to look at Will, fearing that his body would get the best of him and strike out fruitlessly at Barbossa in a fit of blind rage. Now that there was truly nothing left to loose by looking upon his love Jack did just that.
Wills unnaturally pale body was smothered with the dark crimson of dried blood. He was so covered in blood that old scars ran into new ones and his entire body became one open wound, a physical impossibility to discern any individual injuries. In the rare few places blood did not cover the skin was near translucent showing a starved neglected body, or the deep black purple of blood pooling under skin. Once warm brown eyes were fogged over with pain and fever. Shoulder length brown hair was stained a deep crimson, even black in places and hung in clumps around his face. The young trusting William Turner disappeared behind a blanket of blood and grime, leaving an angel of death in his wake.
Tears burned behind Jacks eyes for his love but they did not fall. He had to stay strong for Will, for himself, Captain Jack Sparrow did not cry. He wouldn't let Barbossa have the privilege and satisfaction of seeing how deeply he had hurt him with his twisted games.
"Jack what...?" Wills voice was soft and confused. Jack desperately wanted to comfort the boy, tell him everything was fine and not to worry, but he didn't trust his voice to speak.
Barbossa made an impatient sound and Jack quickly turned his attention to the agitated pirate. Under no circumstances did Barbossa like to be ignored.
Hatred radiating from Barbossas malicious form, his arm struck out and made contact with Jacks face. Jack spiraled to the floor; he didn't have time to adjust to his new position before Barbossa pulled him violently off the floor and threw him across the table like Will before him.
"I will make ya pay attention to me." Barbossa growled as he crossed the room and retrieved a Cat of Nine Tails from the wall. Each tip was tied in a knot that could easily rip through the skin of Jacks back.
Jack could hear the boots falls crossing the floor and the sharp intake of Wills breath as he realized what was about to happen. Jack put his forehead down on the table and implanted his teeth into the soft flesh of his lip. To revolt now meant certain death, going against an immortal pirate and his crew was too crazy, even for Jack. A loud crack echoed through the room followed by what Jack could swear was droplets of his blood splattering on the floor.
Nine strips of pure fire burned through Jack. Soon the fire spread through his whole back and liquid crimson pooled around him on the table. The insistent crack of the whip pounded on Jacks ears. He had no idea how many times he had been hit with the cursed weapon but he knew that it only stopped when a cry escaped unbidden from his throat. If Jack had turned around he would have seen the look of bliss and twisted pleasure on Barbossas face as the man reveled in the echoes of Jacks pained cry.
Will shook violently, he didn't know weather to cry or rip the chains that bound him from the walls. He was so helpless, there was nothing he could do and even now his mind couldn't concentrate through the dizzying fog in his mind. The sound of the cracking whip, Jacks heavy breathing, the brilliant color of the crimson blood pooling beneath Jack, then the utter horror of the entire scene. After a vicious struggle with the chains that drained him of almost all his strength he found just enough energy left to realize that a single tear escaped his chocolate brown eyes.
"Much better, aye Jack?" Barbossa asked not really expecting a response. "Not to talkative are we? No need to worry, I'll have you screaming by the end." The cold cheer the statement held assured its certainty.
The crimson stained whip was placed lovingly on the wall and Barbossa paused to examine his handiwork. Jacks tangled and disheveled hair was tinged red with his own blood. The table beneath him would no doubt be stained once he was through but Barbossa only saw this as a memento of his victory. Jack was unable to get up from his place on the table and he stopped trying when he heard the strangled voice of Will calling out to him. A hard kick sent Jacks wobbling legs to his sides spreading him for Barbossas hungry eyes and those of the horrified Will.
"Learn yer place Jack, this is where ya belong, and this is where you shall stay." Barbossa pulled down his own pants and left them at his knees. "I can't feel it, but you can."
Barbossa pushed himself savagely into Jack, throwing his full weight against him ruthlessly. Jack tried to stop the scream of pain from ripping from his throat but Barbossas relentless pounding created more pain than he thought possible. This new pain made the sweltering lashes on his back a simple pinprick by comparison. It felt as is Barbossa was trying to rip him in two. His skin burned with a fiery vengeance anywhere Barbossa touched him but the pain of actually being ripped apart by Barbossas thick member was beyond anything he had ever felt, beyond being shot three times around his heart, beyond white hot metal scalding the flesh of his arm so that it would forever stand raised above the rest of his skin in a P. The world around him faded and gave way a hellish land of death where there was only pain. Had he been able to feel anything beyond the tearing of sensitive flesh or hear anything more than his own heart pounding in his ears and the laughing breath of Barbossa he would have heard Wills devastated pleas and the feel of his own warm blood easing Barbossas way into him and doing nothing to lessen the pain. Jack writhed in agony on the table; he was teetering on the edge consciousness, not giving in to the darkness because of a silly matter of pride that seemed foolish when it was costing him so dearly. Barbossas cold cruel laugh thundered behind him as the undead pirate thrust violently into Jacks abused channel in such a way that made Jack want to die where he lay. Any longer and he feared that his new found death wish would come true, he was being violated, ripped apart, by a devil that could feel nothing and above all else desired to see pain, death was defiantly not out of the question. After an eternity and a final pained scream of sheer agony Jack blacked out, a merciful oblivion folding him in shrouds of darkness.
Barbossa pulled out of Jack and fixed his clothing with a sadistic smirk. The pool of blood surrounding Jack had grown larger and the pirates face now lay in a sea of crimson. Will could not stop the tears from flooding down his face. The entire ordeal had felt like a nightmare, too horrific to be real. Why couldn't he just wake up?
"Enjoy the show whelp?" A deep cold laughed tinged the cruel words. Will snapped from his thoughts and glared at Barbossa. His eyes held such detestation that Barbossa himself took a step away from the chained boy, for a moment fearing the promice of revenge written in those deep brown orbs.
"Leave Jack alone! You touch him again and I swear you will pay! Take me if you must but you will leave Jack alone!" The tearful, sad boy of only a few moments before disappeared and William Turner stood on his place. The William Turner that would have made his father proud, tall and commanding, a force to be reckoned with even when held in chains.
"So eager to die whelp? No, I'll be keeping Jack till he dies, and he will die mind you ill make sure of that, but not for a very long time." Barbossa regained his composure after reassuring himself silently that he was indeed untouchable and that even if he were mortal the stick of a lad had no means by which to cause him harm.
Will scoffed. There was no doubt in his mind that Captain Jack Sparrow would be able to find a way to escape Barbossas clutches. He had freed himself from situations far worse than this, with ingenious plans that only one as crazy as Jack could come up with. He would probably be free and steering the Black Pearl at this very moment if not for his obligations to a certain blacksmith and the money he would bring. "You will never win against Jack." Pride and sorrow tinged his words; Will would certainly never win Jack. Although he had been drifting in and out of consciousness during the negotiations for himself he had heard enough. Jacks cruel words echoed in his troubled mind. 'Why would I want to risk my ship for some whelp? I'm being paid but not nearly enough for that mate.' He was a fool to think Jack could ever feel anything for him, Elizabeth had probably promised a kings ransom for his return, silly girl would do anything for anyone she considered family. As much as Will loved Elizabeth he did not live for her, besides that everyone would be much better off if he were dead. Jack could escape with relative ease if only because of his madness, and Elizabeth would no longer feel obligated to watch over him. He had the power to free the ones he loved; all it would cost him was his life.
"We both know I am not getting out of this alive so why don't we act like adults and get it done with now?" Barbossa was taken aback by the statement but didn't show it. The whelp just found Jack who obviously wanted him as much as the boy did him and here he was throwing it away. Sensing the opportunity for an even crueler fate for Jack he became intrigued.
"Don't like sharing Jack? I'm not that bad, could always join in if ya wanted whelp." He taunted hoping to force an explanation from the high- strung boy.
"Stop toying with me!" Will yelled. "I am no simpleton, you can not fool me! I heard him talking! I'm nothing but money to him and you know that as well as I do! Kill me and he doesn't have a chance of getting his little fortune, you wanted revenge on him not me, and the only way to truly do that is take away his fortune! He is a pirate! What does a pirate love if not treasure?" Will nearly pleaded, eager to be rid of the pain in his heart, Jack didn't want him, and the images of Jack being hurt, raped and bleeding all because of him flashed behind his eyes, all he wanted was to end it all.
"Your still of use to me alive whelp, but you may get your wish soon enough." Barbossa could not have asked for a better situation. Jack loves the whelp and vice versa but the whelp wants to die because he doesn't think he is loved. Innocents are so easy to corrupt; it almost takes the fun out of it, but not quite.
Jack was taken to the brig and Will was left chained in Brabossas cabin. For hours both were left alone to think and let the events of the day fester in their darkened hearts.
Barbossa walked into his cabin happy to see that Will had recovered enough to stand without the aid of the chains that bound him. Wordlessly he freed Will of his constraints and watched as the boy unconsciously backed away from him. He loved it when they feared him, made them so much more fun to play with.
"Ill let you out of your chains for awhile if you promise to be a good boy." Will looked like he would love nothing more then to bite off the mans twisted nose but his aching wrists made him reconsider the action. "Good boy. Ill be back in awhile, just have to check in on a few things...id wash if I were you, the blood is lovely but your attracting bugs to me lovely cabin." Barbossa smirked at the look of bewilderment on the whelps face. Ah, the art of pain, you act cruel all the time and the captives get use to it, boring. Variation is the key, if you are unpredictable you can scare them, makes them feel like they are walking of the edge of a knife, one slip up and they pay dearly for it. He kicked at Jacks elaborate pile of rags that he passed off as cloths as he left, hearing the soft tink of metal he knew would come and purposefully ignoring it.
It was almost worth becoming undead to have this sweet revenge on Jack. Jack, who would never have him when he was only a first mate, did not have a choice in the matter now. He had almost been sorry to maroon Jack on that spit of an island, shame to loose such a nice piece of ass. Barbossa couldn't help the smile his lips curled into as he walked into the brig to find Jack curled up in a corner, his back to the wall.
Jack jumped up the moment he saw Barbossa. He thoroughly wished he had not as pain ripped through him and dizziness threatened to bring him back to the floor, to late for regrets now, must act fierce.
"What did you do with Will?" Jack demanded. He felt his heart sink and the sickening feeling in his stomach grew to the point that he had to struggle not to empty the contents of his stomach onto the floor.
At first a cold malicious laugh was his only response. "I did nothing, in fact I unlocked him, and he is currently free of his bonds and in my room." He couldn't let Jack have even a moment free of worry so he continued with a happiness borne of the knowledge of the doomed love of Jack and Will. "If I were you id be asking myself what I did to 'im. Seems like he got the impression that you don't care for him save to get some money, o' course. Not takin' it to well either, seems he wanted me to kill him. Oh I almost forgot! Say jack didn't you leave your sword on your pants? Oh yes, and that knife he stabbed me with earlier..."
"You bastard! He did nothing to you and your just going to kill him."
"Course not Jack...he is going to kill himself."
As soon as Barbossa shut the door Will grabbed the discarded blood covered knife, and wrapped it in cloth stolen from the table. He quickly wrapped the cloth around his arm disguising it ad a bandage for one of his deeper wounds. After a moment he made his way slowly to Jacks cloths. Searching through them carefully, as if they were a precious treasure that would break if held to tightly he came upon Jacks blade. It was not the dulled blade he had seen Jack use in their last adventure, it was the one he had made for him. The sword he had spent lonely hours in the forge making when his chores were done and the sun had set. He had poured everything he felt for Jack into the blade, it was the finest he had ever seen. Elizabeth must have given it to Jack, she was the only one who knew about it, or he could have stolen it from the smithy, either way he was glad to see it. Will smiled down at the familiar blade contemplating exactly what to do with it. He could never hide it on his person and in his condition any attempt of retaliation would result in more pain for Jack and himself. If only Jack would give up on the damned money and find a way to escape. Wills heart ached, it sensed that he was the reason for Jacks suffering and that was not what he wanted. The only way to save Jack was if he were gone, out of the minds of all, everything would become as it should be.
A cut, that's all it would take to save Jack, Elizabeth, even himself from suffering. Then why couldn't he do it? So many times before he longed for death but clutched to the hope that Jack would return for him. He got Jack all right, and could keep him as long as he had the money to pay for him.
Will caressed the blade and the engraved sparrow adorning it lovingly with his fingers. 'For Jack.' With a swift motion of his wrists new wounds formed and vital arteries were cut, the worst part was over, all that was left to do was wait. He had been here once before and knew the stages that were to come, only that last time someone took his death from him, he would not let that happen again.
'Footsteps at the door, oh well, to dizzy to stand now anyway. Barbossa, come to share in the pleasure of watching me bleed? You are a twisted man, if you still are a man, for loving blood so much. I suppose that makes me twisted as well, I already knew that though. I must be twisted to love a money hungry, self-absorbed pirate who cares only for his ship and stocking it with rum. Then in my spare time flirt with death because my twisted pirate wont have me. Ah yes, the darkness is beginning to steal the edges of my vision. What is Barbossa doing now? Can't he just find it in him to let me die and free my friends in the process? I can't make out what he is saying, something about Jack having to watch me die, doesn't he realize Jack doesn't care? No! No bandages! I want to end it now! I'm too weak to tear the leather bandages from my wrists; it's stopping the blood flow! I should have realized I was to stupid o kill myself properly. I guess Jack was wrong about doing stupid things and getting in trouble for it, it always seems to save me.'
Jack looked up in time to see Will hitting the floor, unmoving, in the adjacent cell.
"WILL!"
The boy blinked up at him and mix of bitterness and sorrow passed over his features.
"Why wont you people just let me die?" His speech was exasperated and wavering like that of a patient in the depths of hallucination riddled fever. His eyes were in the same far off land as his voice, a shine covering his chocolate eyes.
"Everything is fine now luv. No need for you to die, we will get out of this!" Jacks happiness of seeing Will alive and breathing protected him from seeing the depth of Wills statement.
Will held out his wrists, arms wobbling as he did so. Tight leather bands bound them and stained crimson cloth escaped from its confines beneath.
"I don't want out of this! There is nothing out there for me. Just get yourself out of here; you have more money than even you can spend on Isle De Muerta. Liz will understand." Will pulled the knife from the cloth and began ripping at the leather.
"STOP! What the hell do you think you are doing? I am the mad one here!" Jack was pressed up against the bars of the cell as if his body didn't recognize the restraint blocking his way.
"If I die you can go escape without worrying about me! Then you can go off and find that girl you left!" Will looked into Jacks eyes and saw confusion. "Everyone knows Jack! I heard in some bar about your love, just go back to her and leave me alone!" Will knew he was making no sense but his blood-deprived mind could think of nothing more intelligible than a rant of whatever popped into his mind.
"I'm never going to let you die!" Something in Jacks voice made Will freeze, something that he could not place and couldn't put a name to. "Ill take care of you, you can come live on the Pearl with me. We can sail away and you'll never have to think about Port Royal and whomever you may have left there. Just give me the bloody knife!"
Will slid the knife across the wooden floor in a state of shock. Jack hid it in the back of his cell.
"I'm sorry Jack. But I know what I heard..." Will found he was able to talk again but his mind was focused on determining exactly what it was in Jacks voice that had made him stop.
"You heard me bartering for you life. Make the item you want seem worthless, you'll get it easier." A deep blush stained Wills pale face.
"So stupid." Will muttered to himself, cursing his own foolishness and inability to understand the world of pirates.
"No, just too honest."
Sorry it took so long but I didn't want to leave you at a cliff hanger! Thank you everyone who reviewed! You RULE!