Title: Fires of Purgatory: Save Us From the Fires of Hell (9/10) WIP
Author: QteCuttlfish
Author email: mizbara@yahoo.com
Rating: R
Type: Angst/Slash/Rape
Summary: Elizabeth is captured, and only Jack and Will can save her. Will they be able to get past the anguish to find forgiveness within themselves to rescue her?
Disclaimer: Pirates of the Caribbean, its characters, and plots belongs to Disney. I do not own any part of them, even though I wish I did…*starts dreaming of owning Jack and Will*
WARNING: Mentions of m/m RAPE! PLEASE do not read if you no like! Also, TORTURE chapter! Lots of mental torture going on here. YE HAVE BEEN WARNED!
Pairing: Jack/Will, mentioned Will/Elizabeth, Jack/Elizabeth, will be Jack/Will/Elizabeth
Author's Notes:
Iawen: (glares) It's about time!!!!
QteCuttlfish: (whispering, still hiding) I'm sorry. I got really caught up with finals, working all break, and the first week from hell. I hope it won't take as long with the last part. (hands out cookies, brownies, and candy to everyone) Thank you so much for reviewing this!
Fires of Purgatory
Chapter Nine
Save Us From the Fires of Hell
Elizabeth clutched her arms to her chest as she shivered. She tried to stay as still as possible, to keep from getting from getting wet. Water leaked into the cell from the seams of the ship. The seven remaining members of Barbossa's crew, including the Bo'sun, Pintel, and Ragetti, had placed her down there, after she awakened. She shuddered, this time not because of the cold.
Elizabeth remembered feeling the sway of the ship, smelling the salty air of the sea. Her memory of the night before, just prior to blacking out, returned to her with a vengeance. She sat up, gasping, to see Pintel and Ragetti walk in. Idly she wondered if they ever went anywhere without the other. Fear made her mid to strange things.
"Good, yer awake," Pintel said.
Ragetti just grinned at her, carving his wooden eye. Elizabeth stayed still for a moment, before slowly pushing herself into a sitting position.
"Where am I?" she asked the first question that came to mind.
"Yer on the Fanny Briar, no naval ship, nor Black Pearl o' course, but 'tis seaworthy," Pintel said, looking around.
The captain's cabin was not nearly as nice as the one on the Pearl, nor the one on the Dauntless. The ship had seen better days. The bedclothes were musty, and full of fraying holes, which made Elizabeth question the seaworthiness of the ship.
"Just how old is this ship?" she asked disdainfully.
Pintel glared at her, as Ragetti giggled. "Ye should na be worryin' about such things now. You'd be better off askin' where we're headed, poppet."
Elizabeth gave him the most disdainful look she could muster under the circumstances. "I don't know what you're talking about," she glared at them. "You would be better off returning me to shore. You can't escape death forever."
The two men shared amused glances. "Poppet, we will be takin' ye to shore, just as soon as we reach the Isla de la Muerta."
Elizabeth hoped she showed no reaction to that statement. She had no returned to that horrid island since Barbossa's defeat there. Involuntarily, she shuddered. In her mind's eye, she could still see the pistol aimed right at her…could still hear the shot that ultimately killed Barbossa. For a moment, she had thought she was going to die. Her heart had attempted to pound out of her chest for a moment, until she realized the danger was past. Her shakiness had resulted in being unable to talk to Will, as she ought to have.
Her own unpleasant memories of the events on that island, combined with the knowledge of what had happened to Will and Jack caused Elizabeth to never wish to visit that island again. And she was getting dragged there again, in her condition. Unconsciously, she placed her hand over her womb.
God, she prayed, Please don't let anything happen to my baby!
Then she saw how Pintel and Ragetti started staring at her middle. Pintel caught her looking at him, and he grinned a malicious grin.
"'Avin' the whelp of a pirate, are ye, poppet? Makes ye no better 'an a whore, passin' on more pirate blood," he said, as Ragetti snickered beside him.
Elizabeth straightened her back as best she could, summoning a lofty air.
"I would be insulted but for the fact that I doubt you spend enough time in the presence of ladies to tell the difference."
Pintel's eyes narrowed. Then he grinned. "Ye won' be so uppity for long."
Ragetti laughed as the two walked out. The Bo'sun entered a few minutes later, Pintel and Ragetti at his heels.
"Pintel tells me you don't like the accommodations," he said. "Perhaps you'll like the cells better."
Pintel and Ragetti dragged her down below, before leaving her alone with her thoughts.
She spent most of the journey like that. Occasionally, Ragetti and Pintel (reinforcing her belief that they couldn't go anywhere without the other in tow) would give her stale bread and water, but other than that, she spent the journey alone in the cell. A couple days passed like that, uneventfully.
Elizabeth wondered how Will and Jack were. Would they find her on time? She hoped so. But could they work together long enough to save her and themselves from whatever the once-cursed pirates had in mind for them? She honestly didn't know the answer to that one. The question continuously turned in her mind, over and over and over again. Please let them be all right, she prayed. She never had any doubt that they would follow her. She knew they would. It was merely a question of when.
"Land ho!" someone shouted from above.
Her head lifted, as she heard the sounds of feet running about. Not too long after, the seven living pirates crammed down belowdecks. Elizabeth watched them approach with wide brown eyes. She shivered from the cold, and her teeth chattered, quietly she hoped, so that the pirates would not catch that weakness.
The Bo'sun walked to the front of the bars, and smiled chillingly at her.
"We have arrived," he said.
She tried to glare up at him. "So? What do you intend to do now? Kill me?"
The pirates laughed.
"Eventually poppet. But where the fun be if Capn' Jack Sparrow and young Turner didn't see you die?" Pintel grinned idiotically.
"Yeah, where would the fun be?" Ragetti parroted.
The words did not immediately register in Elizabeth's mind, but when they did…Horror crawled across her skin, like a thousand ants dashing across the sand.
The Bo'sun unlocked the door, and Pintel and Ragetti dragged her out. She gasped, as a pain exploded in her stomach. Elizabeth stumbled. Oh no, please God, no, not yet!
"Get up!" the Bo'sun shouted, yanking her back to her feet with a cruel grip on her arm. A small moan of pain escaped her lips, making the Bo'sun smile evilly at the sound of her suffering. "Let's go."
The eight stepped into the boats and rowed ashore. Pintel and Ragetti "helped" Elizabeth by yanking her out of the boat. With her hands tied, she could only pray she would not stumble. When she walked into the treasure room, she froze as the memories played inside her mind. But the pulled her to a corner of the large cavern—where Norrington had discovered an unconscious Will and a changed Jack. They chained her to the same wall. Another pain gripped her, but she fought against showing it.
The pirates stood back to admire their handiwork.
"Not bad, considering there are so few of us," Pintel commented.
The Bo'sun rolled his eyes. Pintel smiled stupidly at him. Ragetti gulped, and tried to hide behind Pintel. Elizabeth tossed her, fighting off panic.
"So what are you going to do now?" she said, pulling the attention back to her.
The pirates laughed again, at the thought of their final plans for the unfortunate trio.
"Do you remember finding Jack an' Turner 'ere? Right in this very spot?" Pintel ignored her question.
"I do," she said, her voice showing weariness.
"Ye know what happened to 'em?" Pintel said. The others snickered. Pintel didn't wait for her answer. "Ye know yer harborin' a rapist, don't ye, poppet?" he continued.
"Yeah a rapist," Ragetti said.
"Oh," was all she allowed herself to say.
"Yeah…Ole Jack Sparrow…'e took that boy so rough, even we was surprised," another pirate said.
"Lucky blighter," yet another added.
Elizabeth recognized that pirate. Just before she had been forced to walk the plank, she had seen that pirate holding Will captive. Then the Bo'sun had forced her into the water. But one detail stuck out in her memory…the pirate's hand almost caressing Will's neck. She had to force herself to keep from throwing up, and not because of the baby. Tears threatened to form in her eyes. These men, no, these monsters, had methodically planned the destruction of the two she loved, and worse, they'd almost succeeded. Will's nightmares, Jack's drinking…memories threatened to swallow her in despair, when another sharp pain to her middle forced her to bite her tongue to keep from crying out. The pain shoved all the other memories aside, and her eyes snapped up, hate almost glowing from them. The metallic taste of blood filled her mouth, keeping her silent. She knew, especially with the baby's impending arrival, that she was helpless. There was nothing she could do but pray that Will and Jack caught up to her before the baby came.
"Ye have nothin' to say to that poppet? Not a word of denial? Or anger?" Pintel walked closer to her, until she could smell his foul breath. Her brown eyes glared defiantly into his sickly yellow ones. He grinned evilly at her, forcing a chill down her spine. Pintel turned away from her. "I guess this one ain' no lady, is she?"
The men yelled out agreements. Pintel was encouraged.
"'Course that's no surprise, seein' as she's carryin' a pirate's whelp," Pintel returned his attention to her. "She's no better than a whore." He repeated his words from a few days earlier. She schooled her face into the indifference, haughtiness, at odds with her heart.
Pintel glared at her when he saw the look on her face. He stormed over to Ragetti, kicking at a stray stone in agitation.
The pirate who had caressed Will shrugged. "Maybe that's why she didn't react. Maybe whores like rapists."
"Yeah, maybe she likes it rough, like Jack gave young Turner," a third pirate added.
"Young Turner certainly didn't like it!" the last of the seven pirates said, making the others laugh. The cavern echoed with their mocking laughter, cornering Elizabeth more and more. She felt the same way she had the night she had discovered the curse…when she'd seen the pirates turn into the skeletons…and her heart was beginning to panic.
"I'm sure he didn't," she tightly forced out, attempting to calm down. It would do her no good to panic. I have to stay strong for the baby, she started telling herself. Will, Jack, where are you? The thought barely registered in her brain before the next words from the pirates stilled her, making her hope Will would stay away…
"Nor will he like it when we take 'im," the pirate who'd caressed Will said with a lustful glint.
The other pirates guffawed, agreeing with him.
"What makes you think you'll get a chance?" Elizabeth fought the urge to scream.
The pirates laughed harder.
"Clearly ye can't count poppet. There's seven of us, and two of them. The odds favor us," Pintel said.
"And you think Jack will just let you take him?" Elizabeth said, remembering how Jack wanted to die because of how he'd protected Will from that very thing before.
The pirates grinned evilly at her.
"We nabbed 'em both once. Shouldn't be too difficult to get 'em again," Pintel shrugged. "'sides, the same thin's gonna happen to 'im."
Elizabeth's throat closed up. Her eyes widened as the words penetrated…The earlier words she'd fought desperately not to react to swallowed her. Dear God! They meant to rape Will, force him to relive the nightmare, only worse, much worse. And Jack…God, no. Somehow she recovered her voice.
"Why? I thought you hated Jack!" her voice began to break, to show her strain…her fear.
"Precisely, poppet," Pintel said.
"The Capn' took him on the night of the mutiny, to show 'im who was boss. But Barbossa refused to share with the rest of the crew," the Bo'sun spat.
"Yeah, an' we figure that it's time to collect on our share of Jack Sparrow," Pintel said, his face displaying a hate-filled lust.
Another pain hit her abdomen, and she cried out, unable to prevent it. She could not believe the horror surrounding her. She knew she and her baby would not be leaving that island. She hoped Will and Jack would stay away. Don't let them be destroyed, God, she begged, Please don't let the men I love be destroyed.
While she was busy with her own thoughts, the Bo'sun had barked orders at the unruly lot, forcing them to scatter. He turned his attention back to the terrified woman in front of him. Her eyes focused on him, wide with fear. He reached out, and wrenched her chin up into his face.
"After we kill Jack and Will, we're goin' to kill you as well. You ne'er did repay us for our hospitality last time," he said in a low voice, "And now you're too large for enjoyin' any kind of sport."
She fought with all her strength to keep from screaming.
"But what of my child? You'll kill my baby if you…" she couldn't bring herself to finish her sentence.
He laughed, a mean sound sending chills up and down her spine.
"That be the idea. You really think we want another generation of Turners runnin' around? If we kill Bootstrap's son, daughter-in-law, and grandchild, we'll never have to worry about another Turner being in our way again," the Bo'sun said with finality.
Another pirate called his attention away, and Elizabeth slumped back. She tasted despair, defeat, for the first time in her life. She and her baby were doomed, until someone saved them from the fires of this purgatory.
TBC
Extra Author's Note:
QteCuttlfish: (whispers from hiding place) I promise you all a happy ending! I swear it! It may be long in coming, but I do promise you all there will be one!
Iawen: (searching for her hiding place) You'd better! Or else you are a dead woman!!!!!