Title: Sea Longing part 7/?

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! Attempted rape. Killing. My first! Be easy on me! You see ANY flaws, please let me know. I'll have another excuse to see it again. Same for any possible OOC. Also, I know NOTHING about ships! I'm guessing here! Same about the history time-line.

Elizabeth paced the cabin, anxious.

"It's getting late. Where ARE they? I KNEW I shouldn't have left Jack alone."

AnnaMaria smiled at her gently. "It takes longer than a few hours to get off that island, Young Missie. Jack and Will are probably hiding right now. We're to meet up with them later."

Elizabeth frowned at her, sitting across from her and Gibbs. "How can you be so sure?"

Gibbs grinned at her and Colin. "He's been on that island before, Miss Elizabeth. He knows his way around it better than Dante."

Colin was intrigued. "How so?"

"When he was still a lad, he worked under Dante himself. Course, that was BEFORE he went mad."

Elizabeth raised an eyebrow. "Why doesn't that surprise me? But it's still hard to imagine a young Jack Sparrow, pirating and pillaging."

Gibbs was silent a moment. "He didn't have a fair childhood, Young Miss. His parents were pretty well to do and he was well loved. Had a little sister, too."

Colin looked interested. "I'm seeing a 'but' coming."

Gibbs gave a ironic grin. "They were staying in Tortuga before it was over run by pirates. One night, a ship came into the harbor, started blasting everything to bits."

Elizabeth's eyes widened, knowing where this was going. She began to feel sick to her stomach as she remembered what happened to Tortuga.

"Pirates." Gibbs nodded. "Several ships had banded together to take the port. The whole town was in ruins. His parents had taken him and his sister into the woods, hoping to escape, but some pirates followed them.

"His parents were killed instantly, right before his eyes, I believe, and they took his sister. He managed to escape and run back to the port. He found me and some other officers and sailors trying to hold them off. We gave up the port, taking the few survivors with us on a ship we stole back during the night. I took little Jack under my wing. I wasn't much older than him myself, but felt pity and concern for the boy."

Elizabeth felt tears in her eyes. "But, if he had such reason for hating pirates, why did he become one?"

"Ah, but that's the irony of it all, isn't it?

"Jack became obsessed with finding his sister and started to do odd jobs for ships. He had always loved ships, knew a ton about them. His father used to be a Captain, was in his blood, I think. Often had to shoo him from the docks at night, or when a new shipment arrived. It wasn't too hard to get a job, even at his age. Then I guess the lad realized he wouldn't be able to find his sister that way.

"He joined up with Dante's group when they were attacked out at sea. Started working for him, until he was old enough to get his own ship. Then he got his own crew, started to steal from numerous ships. You know the rest. He's a legend."

"What about his sister?"

Gibbs frowned sadly. "He caught up with the pirates that seized Tortuga. They told him they had sent Little Sarah down to rest with Davy Jones locker. Didn't want to hear that. Killed the whole lot of them after finding that out."

Elizabeth gaped. "How old was she?"

"I never really knew how old they were. I'm guessing she was about six or so. He must have been about ten."

Elizabeth looked at her clasped hands, and Colin looked at her with eyes darkened by grief.

"Are you okay, Miss Swann?"

Teary eyes rose to meet his. She nodded slightly. "It's just." She turned to Gibbs and AnnaMaria. "It reminds me of Will."

Gibbs nodded his head, understanding.

"Living in the Caribbean is no piece of cake, lass. Even for pirates."

Will grimaced as his tingling legs banged into another rock. Jack sent him a concerned look.

"We're almost there, whelp. Hold on."

Will gave him an indignant glare. "I'm FINE."

A flash of gold teeth on the dark. "Sure you are, lad. That's why you're flinching in pain."

An unwelcome pout settled on the boys face, but disappeared as they entered a small cavern. Eyes wide, he looked at all the supplies against the walls.

"Where are we?"

"A place I liked to come to when I was a lad. I've been keeping it stocked for emergency purposes. Here, sit down."

He helped ease Will down onto a makeshift cot, as he stared at the ceiling. A shaft of daylight came from somewhere, giving the 'room' a slight glow.

Jack rummaged through a box, pulling out bandages and other items. Will watched, curious as he sat beside him. Opening a bottle, dark eyes turned to look at him.

"Strip."

Will's eyes blinked, wide. He felt his cheeks heat as he asked, "Why? I'm,"

"Fine? Lad, you're white as a spirit. If I return you to your fiancee like this, she'd probably turn me into a eunuch."

Slowly, he pulled of his shirt and tugged at his trousers. "Elizabeth?"

Jack nodded, upending some liquid onto a bandage. "Yes. Your bonnie lass caught up with me to tell me you'd been having fun without me. Thought you could use a playmate."

Will was about to retort, when the bandage started dabbing at the gritty wounds. He gave a yelp at the fiery pain. Jack tilted his head to the side, smile on his face. There was that innocence again, shining from dark eyes. Once more, it made the auburn haired pirate seem childlike in his mischievous acts. Almost cute.

"Sorry?"

Will glared at him, but let him lean in to attend to his wounds. He bit his lip as the soaked bandage continued to clean out his wounds and disinfect them. After the pain faded, there was a soothing cool left behind.

"What IS that, any ways?"

"A concoction of mine."

"I gathered THAT." He said through gritted teeth. "What is IN it?"

"Water, witch hazel, some aloe...rum."

Will's eyes became incredulous, before he started to laugh. Jack sent him an amused and bewildered look.

"That's the first time anyone has laughed while I fixed them up with this. You're stronger than you look, boy."

Will grimaced again as Jack started to rub more on his wrists, before chuckling again.

"You should know THAT already, Jack. If you HAD kept the fight fair, I would have beaten your sorry, pathetic ass."

"Why did you think I cheated?"

Jack looked up at him, giving a rogue smile that sent heat through him. Again.

How close the pirate's body was just becoming truly aware to him. He watched as Jack held his arm gently, slender brown fingers applying a new bandage after he finished bathing the wounds. He felt his breath catch as his past thoughts came back.

He closed his eyes and let his head fall back against the rock wall behind. He grimaced as a sharp sting jarred his throat. He let his free hand rub the teeth marks he had forgotten about. Jack caught the movement and removed the hand slowly. Upon seeing the marks, Will saw a sudden heat enter those eyes.

"And where, I wonder, did you get that?" It was said in an almost carefree and amused voice, but there was an underlying malice.

Will raised an eyebrow. "I got it escaping."

Dark eyes drew him in, as they narrowed. "And again, I wonder, how DID you escape?"

Letting his eyes fall to inspect his cared-for wrist, "I told you. I sawed through the ropes with a nail."

Fingers grasped his chin and firmly forced him to return looking into those hypnotic eyes.

Jack tilted his head back slightly, face blank. "How?"

Will began to feel anger replace embarrassment. "A pirate had taken an interest in me. I angered him, he attacked me in the cell, I got away with him lying in a pool of his own scummy blood. Good enough for you?"

An emotion Will couldn't grasp, flashed in those depths and he felt his heart start to pound.

"No."

A tingling warmth rushed through his body.

Those eyes narrowed further, as he gave him an intense searching look that made Will's breath tremble.

"I want to know how far the scalawag got."

Heat burned in Will's face again. "Not nearly as far as he would have hoped, I am not sorry to admit. He 'marked' me, groped me as if I were a common whore, and that's about it. Happy?"

The mad smile on Jack's face as he pulled away unsettled him.

"Oh, yes. Very much so." And then he returned to his blank faced stare as he went back to dressing Will's wounds. His fingers lingered on the fingernail marks that rested below his bellybutton and Will felt a jolt to his groin at the protective look that seemed to enter the pirate's black eyes.

Then, it disappeared as it was never there and Jack moved on to Will's legs.

"How do your legs feel?"

"They're better."

Jack rolled his eyes, before he began to rub the circulation back into them. By the time he was finished, Will was practically purring, eyes shut and nearly asleep against the wall.

The pirate let a smile slowly form as he looked the relaxed young man in front of him.

"Better?"

"Much."

Jack chuckled and started applying the concoction again. He was pleased to see that Will barely flinched at the stinging. Eyeing a particular wound, he traced it, pondering.

"And where, did you get that?"

"Mm?" Will cracked open an eye and looked down. Closing it again, he shrugged. "Shark."

Jack's eyebrows flew upwards as he sat back, startled. "A shark? Is THAT all?"

Will didn't even acknowledge the question.

Curious, Jack prodded him in the chest and leaned close. No response. Not even a twitch. The boy had fallen asleep. A genuine smile bloomed on his face as he staggered to his feet. Swaying, he made his way over to a crate and pulled a bottle of rum out. Taking the cap off, he saluted to the sleeping beauty.

"You better get as much rest as you can, lad. You'll need it."

His eyes traced the still form, lingering on his charge's face, wistful.

Then, he up ended the bottle and started to guzzle it.

Red flinched as Dante hit her across the face. HARD.

"And you trusted to leave him, a TURNER, with less than FIVE guards?!!! TWICE!!! Twice he got away! Just like his FATHER! I should have you LYNCHED girl!"

The man whirled away from her, cloak flying about, spitting in his fury. "You KNOW I need my revenge against Turner. It BURNS in me." Reddened blue eyes turned back to her. "It ACHES." The man almost whimpered as his fingers clawed at her throat.

Red winced, forcing herself not to fight back. He wouldn't like that. "He's still on the island." She managed to rasp out.

The fingers shrunk back as if scalded. A sharp look. "What?"

Trying to breathe correctly, she replied. "He's still on the island. One of the guards recognized the one who rescued him."

Those eyes were narrowed, wondering. Then, suddenly, they widened. "Jack? Little Sparrow?! Why would HE stick his neck out for the kid? I thought I taught the fool better!"

Red sneered. "Jack and Bootstrap Bill were great friends and allies. You know how 'noble' Sparrow can be. He's been looking after the kid. And this isn't the first time. You should've killed the brat when he became a rival of yours."

Dante sat down, fingering his dark hair. "When was this, 'first time'?"

"Apparently, Barbossa found his last medallion. As you know, the man was an idiot. He took the wrong kid. The girl turned out to be little Turner's beloved. Somehow, Turner convinced Sparrow to help him rescue her. Sparrow agreed, hoping to get back his ship. Turner betrayed Sparrow, saved the girl, then got caught, saved his woman and Sparrow, got saved by Sparrow and his woman, they lifted the curse, killed Barbossa, and parted ways after Sparrow was freed during execution."

Dante raised a playful eyebrow and pulled Red closer, sword at her throat. "Lovely tale, dear. How about retelling it with more details?"

Recognizing the glint his eyes, she smiled, and told it exactly how she had heard it.

A/N: Hee, hee. Not exactly how I planned the Jack/Will moment, but it still came out pretty well, eh? Will was suppose to ponder more, Jack being cutely obtuse. But poor Will was tired. No sleep for over a day? No food, potty breaks? No Jack?

GN