Title: Sea Longing part 6/?

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: R, the rating keeps going up.

Pairings: Jack/Will Elizabeth/Colin

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

!!!!WARNING!!!! 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!

Colin eyed the room with great distaste. He and Elizabeth had been hiding in the same spot for over ten minutes. Not that he minded the close proximity to the beauty, but it was not proper. Not to mention that this was getting them nowhere.

They had been on board for nearly an hour, dodging pirates after Jack's lovely show of intellect.

Hearing a scuffle, Colin and Elizabeth both leaned against the door...and fell forward as said door opened. Jack looked down at them, an amused glint in his eye as he swayed against the frame, prisoner in hand. Two bodies lay at his feet, dead.

Both youngsters blushed as they realized Elizabeth had landed right on top of Colin.

Elizabeth forced a smile on her face, and stood up, grateful for the pants Gibbs lent her. Jack gestured to the bodies silently and Colin walked forward, tugging them into the room. In the dim hallway, the blood was not noticeable on the filthy floor.

Elizabeth closed the door behind Jack and Colin, sending a worried glance to Jack.

The pirate ignored them, pressing his new dagger to a quivering mass of what used to be a pirate.

"When did you notice the lad was missing?"

Blue eyes wandered about the room fervently, scared. Elizabeth was relieved to hear that Will HAD escaped.

"You can't make me talk." Came the low squeal.

A dangerous glint entered Jack's eye.

"I'm Captain Jack Sparrow, lad, I can make anyone talk. Savvy?"

Colin watched with morbid fascination as the pirate wasn't able to answer, from the pure fear that choked his throat. The sailor had seen 'Red' in action and knew why the pirate would be afraid to tell. But having a deadly Captain Sparrow point a dagger at you caused no small amount of fear, either.

Jack raised an eyebrow and smiled brightly, tilting his head.

"Let's try another way to get you talking, eh?"

Nimble brown fingers replaced the dagger and Colin watched as the dagger descended. The pirate let out a yelp of fear and the sailor could smell urine come from the terrified man. Grimacing and nearly gagging, he turned to look at Elizabeth who had a similar expression on her face. But that determination was still there and she continued to glare at the bald pirate.

She stepped forward. "You better tell me what happened to Will, or I will make 'Red' seem like a saint."

Eyeing the woman who was now holding a gun to his nose, he quivered again. If having his bits threatened weren't enough, the avenging protective 'sister' was.

"We were only a mile or two away when Red went to check on him. She found his cell empty and Creed unconscious. She gave him a good whipping while the others checked the ship. No one heard him jump overboard."

Jack's grip tightened. "Creed?"

The pirate became even more nervous as Jack's face became pinched with suspicion.

"Er, yeah. He's been eyeing the boy up ever since they 'napped him. Red believed he tried something with the boy and the boy managed an escape. I'm surprised the bloke's not dead yet. But Red said he'd have some sort of radar on his prey or something."

Colin tensed. "Tried 'something'?"

Elizabeth whitened, sickened with pure fury.

Jack stepped away from his captive, before driving the dagger into his throat. The man gagged, choking and clutching his throat, before falling to the floor drowning in his own blood.

Colin nodded, a little sickened by the gore. "Right, just wanted to make sure."

He turned to Jack. "What do we do?"

Jack wiped the dagger on the dead man's clothes, before sheathing it and turning to his companions.

"You're to return to the Pearl with a message to AnnaMaria."

"What about Will?"

"I'll find the whelp, don't worry, love."

She frowned at him, wondering if it really did reassure her.

Will stared in disgust as he pushed the dead pirate off of him. What WAS it with pirates and raping?

He had been wandering around a storehouse when the pirate had come upon him. The pirate then proceeded to get 'personal' with him, before Will found a nice sharp stick to poke through his eye and into his brain. Apparently the pirate was hoping to get some entertainment before turning him in and didn't think his prisoner would protest.

The groping pirate had died instantly, the leer still stuck on his face. Were pirates truly that desperate?

Getting up, he looked around for anyone who might have heard the struggle. He turned and was suddenly at sword point. He raised his arms, grateful for the nail still hidden in his pants.

Glaring at the smirking pirate, he was forced to move to an area near the beach and back into captivity.

Will sighed. This was getting tiring.

Dark eyes surveyed the land, keeping thoughts closely guarded. There, a messenger bird. He instantly focused his telescope where the bird had come from, recognizing the area. If he hurried, he could make it there just as the bird reached it's destination.

Will glared at his guard's back. He was tied to a tree, arms and legs numb without circulation. He couldn't use the nail even if he was able to reach it. He settled for picturing evil deaths for those that held him captive.

His head ached as he rested it against the tree trunk.

A squawking of a tropical bird startled him. He turned to the brightly colored bird, remembering Cotton's annoying companion on board the Pearl. The bird had no real name, but Will had always liked to call it 'BlueBird'. The bird seemed to appreciate it and became fond of him, continually nipping his ear with what it thought was affection.

The memory of the blue and yellow macaw made him return to thoughts he had abandoned days ago.

Well, he had finally gotten out to sea. Just not in the way he had hoped. He doubted anyone would be coming to his rescue this time. Elizabeth, bless her, would no doubt try, but she wouldn't even know where to look. No one else really cared enough for him. But, maybe... Jack?

Will closed his eyes, thinking.

Jack was hard to predict, but Will doubted the pirate would come after him, even if word of his capture had somehow gotten to him.

He felt the longing return to him and he frowned. This feeling, it was very much the same as before, but now he realized it didn't come from just the sea. As much as he loved swaying decks beneath his feet, a sword in his hand, and salt air...that wasn't it. That was only a portion of it. So what was left?

Jack.

Will's eyes snapped open and he stared off into the bright sunlight. Burrowing his feet into hot fine sand, he tried to continue the thought.

Yes, he DID miss Jack. But who wouldn't? Jack was...Jack was...What WAS Jack? He wasn't really a friend, nor a comrade. He closed his eyes again, picturing the swaying form. He was beginning to get lost in his pondering, when a noise made him open his eyes.

Surely it wasn't time for him to die already?

And then Jack Sparrow's face was hovering before his.

Jack tiptoed up behind a guard, barefoot, swinging a piece of drift wood. The guard fell down and Jack snuck behind another, repeating the process. He only had a few minutes to grab the lad and get out of there. It had taken him longer than he had thought to get there and Red was surely on her way. With Dante, most likely.

Laying flat against the rock beneath him, he eyed the area.

Will was propped up against a palm, feet in the sand. He was heavily bound and Jack noticed he was pale. Eyeing the torn clothes, he wondered how much blood the boy may have lost. Shaking his head, he palmed a rock, and threw it.

The second the guards turned to follow the sound, Jack was down and killing them quickly with his sword.

He turned to the boy, who was staring at him in shock and started to saw through the ropes with his new dagger. He was beginning to favor his little present.

"JACK?"

Jack didn't answer, but tugged roughly at the rope. They fell away to reveal heavily chafed skin, with numerous cuts. Ignoring a sudden flare of protective anger, he started on the kids hands, having a far more difficult time.

Will broke free and hurried to his feet, only to fall over onto Jack. The pirate lay beneath him, stunned as Will gazed at him, blushing.

As Jack raised his eyebrows in question, Will started to come to startling conclusions. Jack was attractive. VERY attractive. It had been a long time (in his mind) since he had last seen the shorter pirate, and somehow, he had forgotten that. Why was it bothering him now?

"You okay, lad?"

Will blinked, squinting in the bright sunshine, startled from his musings and raised a curious eyebrow.

"What?"

Jack pushed up onto his elbows and their chests came into contact as Will failed to pull away. He was once again startled. This time at the flash of heat sent through his body. He had never been this close to the pirate. He was practically LAYING on him and he felt a strange reluctance to move.

Jack sat up completely, Will falling away to sit clumsily in the sand beside him.

Jack wouldn't admit it, but he was beginning to worry about the whelp. Will was still pale, his large brown eyes unfocused. His hair was loose from it's usual ponytail, the dark curls making his face seem ever paler than it was.

Blood dotted his face, a small gash at his temple. Gingerly, he fingered the wound, wondering how bad it was. Will snapped to attention. Finally.

"Why are you here?" The was a clear note of disbelief in the voice that made Jack's heart twist. So, the boy didn't think he was capable of compassion, eh?

"To save your ass. Now, get up. Red'll be on her way here."

The boy seemed to know what he was talking about and immediately stood up with him, only to stumble again.

"What is it?"

The lad grimaced slightly, trying to get his legs to cooperate.

"They tied me too tightly. I think they were afraid I'd escape again." A smug smile made Jack's heart thump with pride. "And they were right. If they hadn't, I would have gotten free again."

Grinning, Jack pulled the boy's arm over his shoulder and started helping him walk. Knowing they would be pursued soon, he headed for a hiding spot he knew of.

"Care to tell me how?"

He watched, curious as the boy's hand clumsily searched his pants, before pulling out a rusty and bloody nail.

He let out a low barking laugh. Aye. So the boy had his father's resourcefulness.

Will grinned with him, returning the nail.

Jack saw the open wounds on his wrist, and knew that not all of them had come from the nail's sharp edge when he had escaped.

There would be time for tales later. First, he had to actually finish his rescue.

A/N: THEY'RE FINALLY TOGETHER! So, what do you think? Huh? Huh? Huh?

Will realizes some MORE things, as Jack still acts obtuse. And adorable. And cute, as always. I wish my Jack plushie wasn't still packed away from the move.

GN