Title: Sea Longing part 5/?

Author: GundamNymph

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Archive?: Yes you can, but please let me know.

Movie: Pirates of the Caribbean

Disclaimer: pouts No. I do NOT own Pirates of the Caribbean. Don't remind me!

Rating: PG-13, the rating is going up.

Pairings: Jack/Will Elizabeth/Colin Elizabeth/Will

Summary: Will is kidnapped not long after coming to term with Jack's leave. Elizabeth and Jack set out to save him.

!!!!WARNING!!!! Implied slash ahead! My first! Be easy on me! Then there's the fact I've only seen this movie TWICE. You see ANY flaws, please let me know. Same for any possible OOC. Also, I know NOTHING about ships! I'm guessing here!

Will glared at the leering pirate. 'Creed' had come back down again several hours later after the woman had left. The blacksmith continued to ignore anything and everything the pirate said, for his own sanity.

But the fair haired man was beginning to get more and more graphic, making crude gestures that left nothing to the imagination. The bound man was constantly keeping his bile down by pure will. Finally, after twenty minutes of 'torture', he could take it no more. It MUST have been bare on deck by now.

"Will you KINDLY shut up? My stomach has enough problems with your butchered way of speaking, I don't think it can take much more of your hideous face daydreaming."

The pirate stopped, and white with fury. He gripped the bars so tightly, his knuckles lost color. Forcing his face through the bars, he snarled at Will.

"Yeh th'nk yer ill high and mi'ty! Wait t'll Dante gits thro with yeh!"

Will raised an eyebrow.

"Yes, but at least I won't have to worry about YOU, now will I? Any fate other than being manhandled by you would be almost pleasurable." Will was proud with how much arrogance he managed put into his voice.

The filthy pirate spat with fury as Will smirked at him. Then, as he watched, he went still, black eyes regarding his prisoner. Smiling with rotting teeth (Will grimaced at this), the pirate grabbed the keys to Will's cell, and started unlocking the door.

Will allowed alarm to creep into his voice and face.

"What are you doing now? You know you can't hurt me."

Another rotting smile as the pile of rags neared him.

"Buh didn yeh hear? Seh long as I don hu't yeh, I kin 'ave meh way wit yeh. 'N if Red bot'ers meh, I kin tell 'er yeh tried som'in."

Will's eyes widened as the pirate came closer still, and he pushed his back further against the wall, eyes scanning for a way out.

Rough, large hands pinned his shoulders to the wall, as hot, foul, rotting breath invaded his air space. A painful tug at his hair.

"Yer a pret'y boy. Buh yeh ne'd a teachin."

Will squirmed violently as the taller pirate pushed himself his body, a filthy hand tugging at Will's faded trousers, ragged nails digging into his skin. Just as a hand descended into his pants and a mouth roughly bit his neck, sucking, Will broke free from his bindings and shoved the older man away.

Shocked, the pirate stumbled and fell. Will was on him in an instant, knowing the pirate was about to start yelling for help. In one quick move he smashed the pirate's head against the floor, blood spattering the floor.

Disgusted, he ran a hand over his tender neck, wiping off saliva.

"I think I just did the world a favor." He wasn't sure if he killed him or not with the blow, but couldn't risk any remorse.

Eyeing the rusty nail that helped him saw through his bindings, he decided to keep it and made his way slowly onto the deck. It was dark out and he welcomed the feeling of the salt air in his face as he hid in the shadows.

Land could be faintly seen in the dark, only a few miles out.

One or two men appeared to be on watch. Sneaking past them would be no trouble. Seeing rope coiled near a railing, he slipped over, grasping it. Loosening it, he threw half overboard then swung the other half on the other side of the post holding up the railing.

Keeping an eye out, he slowly lowered himself into the water, not wanting anyone to hear him splashing. Kicking away from the boat he slowly made his way to shore, cuts and burns stinging from the salt water.

Jack glared through his telescope, eyeing the Evening Dragon and the Bloody Sun.

A tug on his sleeve.

"Well?"

"It's hard to tell from here, lass. But it looks like our little Will stirred things up."

A reach for his telescope and he swayed away from her, leaning further over the rowboat.

Through the eyepiece he could see Red standing tall in the early morning light, furiously giving orders and brandishing her whip. He winced in sympathy as another pirate fell beneath it.

"There's no sign of the lad. He may have escaped. I wouldn't put it past Turner's son."

Colin and Elizabeth exchanged looks, and she turned to eye her pirate 'friend', raising an eyebrow.

"And what is THAT suppose to mean?"

A flash of gold as he grinned. "Old Bootstrap Bill could get out of almost any situation, any prison. Once he escaped by using naught but his bootstraps and a nail. It's how he got his name, love. I would expect no less of your fiancé."

Elizabeth blinked, before narrowing her eyes. "I told you already, Will and I,"

"Are nothing more and nothing less than siblings?"

Wise dark eyes turned to her with an amused and ironic smile.

"Last I saw of you two, you were gazing at each other with love that the stuff of dreams are made of."

Elizabeth stared at him as Colin looked on worriedly and Jack returned to his pirate gazing.

"Love like that doesn't suddenly disappear, lass."

She glared at him, not liking the sudden depression that seemed to hang over Jack Sparrow, and feeling indignant.

"And what if we were never really in love? What if, what we had, was mistaken for something else?"

"Pre-marital jitters, love?" Jack refused to look at her, gaze fastened on the far shore.

"You're right. We DO have a love that has the stuff dreams are made of."

Jack nodded his head, distracted. Irritated with him, she grabbed the front of his shirt, and pulled him eye to eye with her, his eyebrows raising into his scarf.

"We're meant to be together, Jack."

He gave an unsteady grin. "I know that already, love." There was an emotion rolling like a wave in those dark pools, and it was REALLY beginning to anger her.

"No you DON'T, you arrogant bastard!"

Jack leaned away from her, slightly alarmed as she yelled into his face.

"Will and I are meant to be together! We love each other deeply! But we are NOT lovers! We were never meant to BE lovers! GOT IT!?"

Jack gave a shaky smile, trying to pull away, like a child trying to escape an angered mother. "Crystal."

She let go of him and he fell to the bottom of the small boat, hat falling over his eyes. She stared out at the far shore as he sat up, adjusting his hat. AnnaMaria watched this all silently, with high amusement.

"I like her, Jack. She's got spirit."

A disgruntled look from kohl rimmed eyes in her direction and she merely grinned at her captain. Elizabeth smiled meekly at AnnaMaria, a light blush on her face.

"Sorry. I've just been so worried about Will."

AnnaMaria smirked as Jack pretended not to be bothered and continued to survey the land.

"Anyone else would be, lamb. But I doubt someone such as Will would let himself be harmed easily. He's got just as much spirit as you do, if not more."

Elizabeth shook her head. "No, I was worried about him before this happened."

Colin tilted his head slightly, remembering her words the other day. The black woman raised an eyebrow.

"How so?"

"Well, I know that he's missed the sea greatly. It IS in his blood after all." A soft snort from the shorter woman, as if to say, 'of course'. "And it's made him distant lately. I even caught him talking to his work animal once."

Everyone decided not to comment on it.

"But I don't think that's it."

AnnaMaria became curious and Jack felt himself listening in as he watched Red whip another pirate for being too slow.

"I think he's in love and not just with the sea."

Jack turned to them, not liking the conversation, hand raised and poised next to the telescope.

"We need to infiltrate the pirate ships, find out what happened to Little Will. Savvy?"

Three pairs of eyes turned to him. Both women noticed the change in conversation and eyed the pirate suspiciously, but Colin spoke up before they could voice them.

"How do we do that?"

Jack grinned. "With a little trick I taught Will when we stole the Interceptor."

Colin raised an eyebrow, fully interested now.

"First, we need to drop AnnaMaria back off at the Pearl."

Will cracked an eye open around midday, glaring at a crab as it scuttled away. Every joint he moved ached, tired from swimming so far. He winced as sand ground into his open wounds.

Some sharks smelling his blood had gave him chase as he neared the island. Feeling grateful for keeping the nail, he was able to kill or drive them all off as a rip tide pulled him toward rocky waters. There were no major wounds, just some sore skin where he had to touch the sharks tough hide, and a new cut here and there.

Forcing himself in a sitting position, he knew he'd have to find shelter and fast. His wounds needed to be treated and the pirates would already be after him.

Swaying to his feet, he slowly made his way into the tree line, saved rope falling behind, rubbing away footprints.

A/N: I decided to cut 5 in half or thirds. It was getting longer and longer, and all of us are eager for me to get it out.

And for all you Jack and Will fans who want to see my Pirate plushies, I'll see if I can find a link for you. My friend (who made them) has a pic of my Will up on her site as well as a few Jacks, but not my Jack. Hmm.

You might have to remind me though. I still have my Halloween Fic Countdown going on. Busy bee...or at least, I'm TRYING to be. Anyone like Starsky and Hutch? 21 Jump Street?

GN