Title: Sea Longing part 16/?
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.
When Will next woke, it was night. The curtains had been left open and the full moon's glow illuminated the room, making Jack's cabin even more mysterious.
He rubbed at his face, still half asleep and wondered where his cuddling Captain had gone. Finally noticing the stamping roar outside, he threw on his shirt and shoes as he headed toward the deck. As he exited the room, an amazing and magical sight awaited him.
The night crew were still at their posts, doing their jobs...but they all watched the celebrating going on deck. Will walked to the side, following the wall behind the crowds, before walking backwards up the stairs until he had a clear view of the merry circle. He sat down on a top step, letting the easy night breeze coat his skin with gentle misty strokes. He breathed in it's cool sighs, trying not cough from his still weak lungs.
Sailors had taken up instruments and were playing to their hearts content as the others drank and sang. Food and other drink was passed about and a few clapped to the rhythm as it sped up. Down a ways there were smaller clusters where men told of mythical tales and heartbreaking stories. Red and AnaMaria were situated on crates playing chest in the bow of the ship.
But at the center of it all was Jack.
The lithe man was dressed down to his trousers, shirt and belt, once again the center of attention. A large and clear circle was formed around him as his bare feet danced across the wood. His hands traced intricate patterns in the air, his hips swayed and bucked, his feet twisted and tapped while his head flung back every so often to show half lidded eyes.
The dance was enchanting (catching everyone's gaze and holding them), the figure tempting and hypnotic, stealing Will's very breath from him once more. Who was Jack Sparrow? Who was this man that danced beneath the moonlight as any elf, gypsy or wood nymph would?
He watched for a long time, away from the fires and lamps. Away from the cheerful community and the merriment. He was content to just sit and observe. He didn't think he was being anti-social...it was refreshing to sit away and contemplate alone...and he could stare at his love for any length of time.
Jack was truly in his element and Will was beginning to see why he enjoyed life as a pirate. No Sailor or Officer of the Navy could prance and dance about the deck like the pirate captain was doing now. Neither one could nab a swig of rum from a fellow mate as Jack did, before turning on a bare heel and returning to dancing.
Dancing was seen as witchery. As evil. As something that tempted and lured you to sin.
Jack was far more captivating than any witch, but he could see how such a mistake could be made. The man was a like a Gypsy King, celebrating amongst his kin and court, gold and beads jingling with his movements.
When Will's breath came back to him, it was faster, nearly panting. Heat rushed through his veins and flushed his skin. Pleasure pooled in his stomach and he felt himself becoming hard. Damn the man.
He continued to watch, free amongst the shadows. A spectator.
And then those eyes focused on him...
Jack sensed eyes on him. But not the ones of his crew, who were (as usual) awed by his rhythm and charm. He let his eyes close fully, let the moment fully take him and he was lost to the beat of the drums, the whine of the fiddle and the harmony of the flute.
His feet slid across the boards, knowing that the Pearl, HIS Pearl, would never injure him. He spun and twisted, letting his feet tap against the smooth wood with a fast tempo that was taught to him long ago.
Will's eyes on him sent his blood rushing faster, his skin became fevered as he continued. The beat slowed and so did he, but never his blood or heart.
With a flourish of his hands during the slight break, he produced what looked like tiny metal clamps. The music stopped completely as the tired sailors took a break and rested their hands.
He opened his eyes and met Will's wide ones far across the deck where no one else saw him. The svelte figure was leaning against the rail in shadow, legs tucked near his chest, chin resting on them as he watched. Even from here, Jack could see those eyes darken as they met his.
He felt a complacency fall over him, even as his blood continued to beat faster and a haze settled over him. He knew what the others saw, what his lover's breath caught over. Jack was well aware of the effect his dancing held.
As soon as the fiddle stopped along with the drums, he raised his hands in a graceful arch and tapped the small cymbals together, starting his own beat. He sent Will a smoldering look before closing his eyes and losing himself once again.
Will nearly groaned.
That little demon...that little smirking...conniving...
His breath hitched, as if it was him who was down there dancing. But he wasn't. Instead, he was watching a man who seemed to be built for this devilry. This bewitchment.
Jack was lost in a whirlwind of colors, scarves twirling in the air behind him. And then Will noticed a familiar rhythm emerging. He watched as the figure slowed his fast pace and those eyes met his again. And then, the tingling of the cymbals became clearer and more pronounced as they slowed.
As Jack started to sing, Will knew...and felt like hitting the bastard over the head.
"Yo ho! Yo ho! A pirates life for me!
We pillage and plunder we rifle the loot,
Drink up me hearties Yo Ho!
We kidnap and ravage and don't give hoot,
Drink up me hearties Yo Ho!"
The slighter pirate's husky voice drifted up to him before the other pirates began to drown him out as they sang along. Cotton's parrot could be heard echoing them, the craggy voice surprisingly adding to the tune.
A Cheshire grin crept up on that face as those eyes continued to hold him. How he could make a childhood song erotic, Will didn't know. But it was working, and as the crew started on another verse, he crept back down the stairs and opened the door the captain's cabin.
He gave one last lingering look into those dark eyes before disappearing inside.
It wasn't much later that Jack entered to see the lad curled up on his bed, reading by candlelight. He smiled fondly at him before tugging his belt and pinstriped scarf off. He hopped onto the bed and peered over the boy's shoulder.
"Whatcha reading, love?"
A small shiver drifted down Will's spine as the hot breath ghosted along his throat. Unable to answer, he held the book aloft so Jack could read the title.
The pirate's brows lifted, giving a false look of interest. Will had to chuckle at this and fingered one of those braids tenderly.
"Where did you learn to dance like that?" His earlier breathlessness was coming back, after he had thought he rid himself of it.
Will could feel a smile form against his bare skin where Jack rested his forehead. "Something that's in my blood, lad. You could say I inherited it."
Will shifted so he could look into those eyes again. They were as dark as ever, but this time they held something else. Something he had only glimpsed before.
He dropped the book and captured those lips only inches away from his. Jack answered back with equal heat, growling slightly in his throat.
Will sucked that wicked tongue into his mouth as his hands wandered tentatively. As eager as he was, he was still new at this. But by Jack's mewl he seemed to be doing a VERY good job.
CENSORED
I suggest you see the FULL chapter at There's more than just smut written here.
Jack lay there, watching as Will drifted off to sleep and fished around for a rag to clean them off. He threw the soiled rag towards the bay window, letting his hand once again fall on the boy's stomach.
Those dark lashes, nearly as long as any woman's, fluttered as he dreamed. The boy looked like his father, true enough. He had inherited Bootstrap's nose, sharp cheekbones, strong chin and thin, pouty lips. The dark hair, nearly black as a raven's wing except for the golden highlights, and even those long slender hands were reminiscent of the boy's father.
But those wide eyes came from his mother, as did the willowy frame. The father had been broad shouldered and strong.
Jack let his hand wander along those sinewy limbs, knowing that even as thin as they were, there was a hidden strength in them. He had seen that strength a number of times.
The time his was hit with an oar had left him a little resentful, for the smack had been FAR worse than any slap to the cheek. Possibly, he deserved it. For if he HAD told Will of his plans, the whelp would never have doubted him in the first place.
But he had been immensely relieved to see that strength in action from a far as Will had beat off that scum. It had given him time to reach Creed before the scalawag had taken the vulnerable boy.
He nuzzled a pale shoulder, resting his head against a pillow as his dark fingers caressed that creamy skin. Scars dotted the skin, but no where near as many as he himself had. The pock marks were obviously from the Smithy fires, and one or two scars were obviously burns.
A small scar caught his attention and he rubbed it. Will shifted in his sleep, a ghost of a smile on his lips as he drew closer to the heat beside him. Jack watched him a moment, holding his breath, hoping he had not waken him.
But Will was still tired from his ordeal, even though a week had passed. He rubbed at the scar on the boy's hip again. It was thin and straight, as if made by a sword. He studied it further, coming to the conclusion it was made by a long dagger and that it had not been a shallow wound.
He snuggled against the hollow between Will's neck and shoulder, resting a hand against the hair trailing down from his lover's navel. He frowned in thought as he stared at the skin there.
He fondled the skin there as his other hand searched the numerous pillows on the bed. Pulling out a small flask, he sipped from it, savoring the rum as it burned his throat. Emptying it, he quickly corked it and hid it again. Pulling a loose sheet over their bodies, purely for the lad's modesty, his fingers traced a pattern beneath the bellybutton.
Very slowly, a devious grin broke out on his face.
A/N: YES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! FINALLY!!!!!! does happy dance this took me DAYS to write. HOURS just to write the damn smut scene.
I finally got some Jack watching Will in there. Hope you guys liked it.I was kind of hoping to get a sick Jack in between here and the we- er, next part. What do you think? A cute little snippet?
sighs Okay, okay. Elizabeth's wedding is up next. Will it be Colin? I don't know. You want it to be? Let me know SOON, because this will be the FINAL chapter. Or should be, but knowing MY luck...
so happy she finally finished this chapter
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