Title: Sea Longing part 14/?

Author: GundamNymph

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Archive?: Yes you can, but please let me know. I'm hoping to go over it when it's done before you do so, though. Already on

Movie: Pirates of the Caribbean

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

Rating: R, the rating keeps going up. Soon to be NC-17

Pairings: Jack/Will Elizabeth/Colin Jack/Red hints

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

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

Currently working on SleepyHollow/PotC fic, Sleepy Hollow fic, TheCrow/VampireDiaries fic, and too many others...

Will was drowning again.

Drowning as he remembered his tryst with the sharks and the rip tide.

Darkness smothered him, embracing him with cold arms.

Grimy hands pulled at his ankles, tearing his clothes.

Never the less, he fought, stubborn as any human to live.

Light glinted ahead.

Elizabeth frowned as she watched Gibbs clean up. Will lay on the plump mattress, sweating and even paler then when she had left. Blood covered the sheets and she fought her nausea. She had never seen so much blood, except when she returned to the Dauntless after Barbossa was killed.

Colin stood next to her staring at the younger man, worried as the stout man replaced the sheets with new ones, carefully moving Will.

"He'll be fine?" She hated how her voice cracked on those last words.

The blond man sighed. "He's still alive and there's no other infections. He lost more blood than he could afford while we stitched him up. The bone was mercifully intact and there were no other major wounds. "

She fought the burning in her eyes as she purposely ignored the uncertainty in his voice. "Will he be okay?"

Green eyes met hers grimly. "The truth? The next few days will tell. He lost a lot of blood, his body has suffered a lot of trauma and he's still dehydrated."

"In other words, he'll make it."

Elizabeth turned around sharply at the low and raspy voice.

Jack Sparrow stood in the hallway, hat askew and a bottle of rum in hand. He took a staggering step forward and shouldered past them gracefully, eyeing the form on his bed. "It's as I've said before, love: Turners are a stubborn lot. Old Bill suffered worse and even I thought he would die once or twice. Always liked to gloat he proved me wrong."

A flash of gold teeth as he smirked before taking a swig from his bottle. "His father was a pirate with strength of iron in his blood and his mother was a fiery lass like you never saw." Those dark eyes that seemed to be eternally filled with feline mirth met her gaze. "Don't worry about dear William, lass. So long as he's got something to live for, not even a shot to the head would kill him."

Gibbs looked up at his captain from where he cleaned his hands. "How's Red doing?"

Jack tilted his head. "She's doing well as any bored sailor. As soon as she's fit to stand, she'll be wanting off board."

"And we'll be letting her go, Captain?"

Jack shrugged. "None of you will want to be stopping her. Her spirit is ever brighter than her ang-"

All stared at Jack, wondering why he stopped. They followed his frown to see Will tensing up on the bed, fingers clutching the sheets until they shred. Within seconds Jack was at his side, rum and hat left on the bed side table.

Elizabeth held her breath as she watched a small tanned hand reach out and caress the younger man's face. Almost immediately, the boy stilled.

"What's wrong?"

Jack gave a grunt. "Nightmare?"

Gibbs let out a growl. "Someone best stay with him then. We can't afford for him to reopen those wounds."

Jack sent a look to his crewman.

"Well then, I'll be with Ana in the Galley." The older man gave a little nervous bob of his head before scurrying out the door, taking a sip from his whiskey pouch.

Colin and Elizabeth both watched with amusement before turning back to see Jack throwing off his overcoat, torn from the battle.

"How did it go?"

The pirate gave a Cheshire grin as he pulled off his boots. "It went, and the Sun is at the bottom of the sea." He settled beside Will, bare feet propped up on the edge of the bed. "No one messes with the Pearl and survives, love."

Elizabeth watched Jack adjust the pillows behind him before he rested one hand on the boy's forehead and the other clasping Will's hand in his lap. She already knew what would happen should anyone mess with the younger Turner and was fiercely glad, despite her misgivings.

Elizabeth gazed on as her childhood friend began to slowly shift closer to the older man, feeling safe and warm even in his dreams.

She suddenly felt like an outsider. She didn't belong here.

She nudged Colin and they both left, shutting the door softly behind them.

Maybe Red was awake again. The older woman had always been interesting to talk to. One to keep your wits around.

Elizabeth gave her first smile in a long time and pulled the tall man along behind her.

He hurt everywhere. He felt as if he had been mauled by some large animal before being left in the sun to burn. Every so often, a cool cloth dabbed at his forehead, his arms, his chest...

And there was warmth, unlike the burning that fevered his skin. A comfortable warmth. One he wasn't very familiar with. He hadn't felt like this since before his mother died.

He cracked open a curious eye to see dark eyes staring down at him. He blinked, watching as Jack continued to cool his skin with water.

"How are you doing?" The words were spoken softly, tenderly. He had never really heard Jack speak in such a way and a slow buzzing warmth filled his mind.

This must be what cats feel like when they lay in the sun, he mused.

Seeing the pirate's expectant expression, he gave the smallest of smiles. "I've been far worse."

Jack grinned at the overtones and Will sniffled, turning his head and looking about. It looked like they were on the Black Pearl, most likely in the Captain's cabins. Barbossa had never brought him in here, but he had a feeling it wasn't this well furnished. He gingerly felt the sheets and couldn't help a wide grin.

"And what causes such a smile to light your face?"

Will looked up at him, seeing wonder and amusement shading those dark eyes further. He let out a slight laugh, ignoring the sharp pain and shallow breathing it caused. "This room suits you very well. Especially the bed."

Jack raised an eyebrow and gave a leer. "And one wonders why you say such a thing."

A cough interrupted anything he would have said, and he clutched miserably at Jack's shirt until it passed. He winced, throat now sore, as he stared at a tattoo over the pirate's heart. He traced it with a finger, noting the design.

His breath caught in his throat. "I've seen this before."

A chuckle vibrated beneath the warm skin. "I'm sure you have, lad. It's the Pearl's crest."

Will frowned as his fingers wandered. "It looks far more like a coat of arms."

Jack cleared his throat and he looked up at him. Apparently, his lover wanted to change the subject. Fine.

"You like to cuddle."

Those eyes widened and looked back down at him incredulously.

Will grinned. "You like to cuddle and don't you dare try to say otherwise."

Jack looked at him speculatively before a fond grin graced his face. "You've caught me out. Just," those hands swung about for emphasis. "Don't go doing anything...stupid like...like telling your lass about it? Savvy?"

Will forced himself not to chuckle and cuddled against him, taking strength in the strong heartbeat beneath his ear. "As long as you keep mine."

Jack watched him a moment. "Deal."

He smiled, fingers ghosting across the tan skin. His own skin looked white against the pirate's sunned body. He wondered again how extensive that tan was, and this time he didn't blush at such thoughts. If Jack had any say, he'd be finding out soon enough.

He sighed. "I assume Elizabeth and the others are well?"

"Yes, yes. She's fine. The whelps fine. They're all bloody fine."

"Stop grumbling."

There was a slight pout to those lips as Jack stared off, sending an arousing heat through him. He reached up and let his thumb slide across it, sending shivers down both their spines.

The captain growled. "You're going to be the end of me, you bloody whelp."

Will raised an eyebrow as a weathered hand ran through his hair and cupped his face. Jack mirrored him and a staring contest went on for a while.

It broke when he yawned.

"Best get some sleep. You've been out for two days. If that woman finds out I've been keeping you up, she'll have my guts for garters."

"I've heard that before," he murmured, settling against the slighter man.

Jack gave an absent minded nod, running his hand along the younger man's skin. As Will drifted off, a protective gleam entered his eye.

"Aye. And you won't be hearing it again if I have anything to do about it."

Hopefully, this chapter is better than the last, even WITH all the fluffiness. They seem so OOC to me...

I'm working on WAY too many fics. I'm starting all these slashy fics, one-shots or chapter fics, and don't have the energy to finish them. Only work on them VERY slowly like I have with Sea Longing.

The majority of them are Sleepy Hollow (PotC/SH, SH with a tint of SWAT, another possible SH/SWAT hint, a Ichabod/Hessian one-shot, etc.), and there ARE others, damn it all. ;;

Anything you want to see? NOW is the time to ask for it.

GN