In The Hearts of Men and Pirates (Part 4)
By Vejgeta22
Notes: Smut, Slash, PWP with romantic interludes
Summary: 'The heart of a man, this man, is no longer my own. It belongs to a pirate.' Now armed with a ship, Will sails after Jack, but the Captain has other plans.
Chapter Warnings: None at this time...
Pairings: Will/Jack
Time Frame: Set after the movie.
Disclaimer: You know the drill. I don't own them... that damn Mouse does. I shouldn't have to repeat myself. Now, where did I put that bottle of rum...
Chapter 4: Pillaging For Will
Once it had been decided on, the Captain and Will put their plan into action. Will and a few of the Captain's men would sneak aboard the ship at take the lookouts captive. Then the rest of the crew would board and they would set sail. They would only kill the people on board if necessary, which Will was glad for, as he didn't like killing. He'd never done it, but was sure he wouldn't like it.
Everything went according to plan. Will and six of the captain's men snuck aboard 'The Skipper'. Taking the small crew that was left as guards on the ship by surprise, they quickly threw their weapons to the ground. And that's where the plan twisted. When the captain boarded the ship, he had his gun drawn.
"Put them below in the hold, Mr. Turner as well."
His men seized Will, handling him roughly. The captain smirked.
"Don't fight em', Will. They like it when they get a feisty one."
Will's mouth dropped at the shock of being betrayed.
"Why... what is the point of it all?"
"Simple, me lad. Yer 'precious Capt'n Sparrow' owes me from a favor."
He closed the distance between him and Will. With the back of his fingers, he brushed Will's cheek, before grabbing his face hard.
"Helped im' outta tight, sticky situation, see. I'm ready to collect me payment."
With his pistol, he ran the metal between Will's legs, resting it on his cock. He mashed the barrel hard into the sensitive flesh, causing him to wince.
He laughed, sounding quite mangled.
"And me thinks me knows what I want as payment!"
There was a glint in his eye that unnerved Will to his very core. There was something familiar about that stare. 'Barbossa', he thought. He had looked at Will that same way when they were on their way to the caves to break the curse. There was no secret that Barbossa wanted Will, as there was no secret Will's feelings for Jack. No matter how he tried, he couldn't hide on the edge that he was now teetering precariously from. The captain gave the men orders for them to 'rough Will up a bit'.
"An' don' ye dare think of takin' the whelp. I'll be doin' that honor after I've introduced Capt'n Sparrow to Davy Jones locker."
The captain's face disappeared from view as Will disappeared below.
"Such a pretty boy, we have here," said one of the pirates.
"Yeah, we'll have fun makin' im' unpretty!" said a counterpart.
"There's no way I'm going down alone. I'm taking somebody with me!"
Will swung his right fist, connecting it with the jaw of the closet pirate. The fury, rage, loneliness and despair that he felt came out through his fist. He heard the unmistakable sound of bone crunching. He had broken the man's jaw. And the battle commenced. In the end, Will proved to be quite a challenge. In fact, one could say that at one point, Will was winning. That is, until one of the pirates hammered him over the head with something. He stood there, dazed before passing out on the floor.
Will awoke on the floor in one of the cells in the lower hold. The crew of 'The Sundance' did a wonderful job of rearranging his face, as well as other parts of Will's body. He wasn't sure the extent of the damage done, but he was sure it was pretty bad. After the beating, he was tossed in the cell with the other members of the crew caught unawares. The crew, seeing the damage done to him, decided that was his punishment for trying to 'commandeer' their ship, and had nothing to do with him. He was sure he heard one of the men say 'Bloody Pirate', which would have made him smile, if his face hadn't felt like an anvil had collided with it. He then realized that he wouldn't be able to eat until the swelling went down, which could take a while. He decided to try to rest, as he was tired of the captured crew shooting him dirty glares.
"Wake up, Mr. Turner."
Will sat up, quite unsure of his surroundings. His vision had not come into focus and then the pain hit him. It slowly came back to him. He was onboard 'The Skipper', locked in a cell with a crew he had helped capture. He stood up slowly, as his body was sore from the merciless beating he had received.
"Just thought you'd like to be on deck to see your 'Capt'n's face. The fool will no doubt think us a merchant ship, and when they board, yours can be the last face that he sees before I kill em'. Tie em' up and bring em' up."
All while he was being tied up, Will's mind desperately went in two directions. First, he'd be seeing Jack, which he was absolutely thrilled about, but then there was the 'Jack being killed' part, which he wasn't too happy with. Then a simple statement came to mind, which helped to ease his fears.
'I'm Captain Jack Sparrow.'
As much as it hurt to do it, he smiled at that. The pain was a nice touch. It kept him grounded. He was brought upstairs where the captain, too busy being happy about finally killing the one he hated, never noticed Will's mouth was ungagged. The other pirates knew, but the instructions were to tie him up, not bound and gag him. The wind blew his hair, and he felt something wet in the back of his head.
'Probably happened when they hit me over the head...'
He suddenly began to feel drowsy.
Aboard 'The Black Pearl'
Jack was at the helm, steering when Gibbs came over to him.
"Captain, there's a ship to our starboard side. Looks like a merchant ship."
Jack looked at him. He had no time to go pillaging and pilfering now. Not when his bonnie lad was so close. But before he could answer, Gibbs was speaking again.
"I think you outta see what they have on deck before you go saying no, Captain."
Taking the telescope, Jack scanned the deck.
"Hmm... pirate, pirate, mast, pirate, Will, Captain Fiji, ol' scallywag... WILL!? HOW... BUT..."
He was at a loss for words. His Will, aboard a ship he'd never laid eyes on... Jack looked through the telescope again, zeroing in on Will.
That's when he noticed a change in him. He couldn't quite make out what was wrong with Will, but seeing as he was bound on a ship with Captain Fiji, Jack could only guess the treatment the young man had received. Gibbs looked at him, a hint of excitement in his eyes.
"You know that this is supposed to be a trap, right Captain?"
"And a very bad trap it is. But, let us grace the captain and let him know that we see him, savvy? Tell the men to get the canons loaded and ready. On my mark, they are to blast them to kingdom come."
Jack picked up his pistol and placed it into his belt.
"And if he's laid one finger on Will, I'll slit him throat to gut."
Gibbs looked at Jack. He was ready for war. The mad sway was gone, for now, and the look in his eye would kill even if his sword or pistol didn't.
'Hold on, Will. I'm comin' for ya.'
Aboard 'The Skipper'
Will looked on with a mixture of dismay and utter happiness as The Black Pearl sailed closer to the boat that he now inhabited. He could even make out the figure standing at the helm. His view was then hidden when a taller pirate stepped in front of him.
"G..."
Will caught himself. Apparently, the pirates had forgotten to gag him, and he was not going to give them a reason to remember, at least not yet. Then, the Jolly Rodger went up on the mast, revealing to all that this was a pirate ship. At least to those that thought that the Black Pearl was a merchant ship. Captain Fiji turned around.
"Good... good. Stop the ship. Men, make ready, and on my mark, we attack. But ye are to leave Sparrow. He's mine. An' get out of the whelp's way, you fool," he said to the large pirate that had stepped in front of Will. "I want him to see the prize that I be holdin' here."
His mangled laugh filled the air, thinking that he would get the best of his sworn enemy. Will wanted to crush his head with his bare hands.
'I've got to do something...'
He started working his hands, hoping that he could get himself free by the time the ship got close enough to be boarded. But trying to look as though you were badly beaten and exhausted was hard work, now becoming increasingly harder as he struggled to free his hands from his bonds.
The Black Pearl
"ALL HANDS TO THE CANONS!!"
Gibbs shouted as the men on deck scattered to their positions. They had all been made aware of the plan, and all hurried to assist their captain as quickly as possible. When word got around the ship that Will was on board, the crew that had sailed with him two years ago hoped that the lad was alright. Especially when they learned who's ship he was on. Captain Fiji's reputation far preceded him, as he was extremely cruel to his captives. Stories of mutilation, rape, murder, and other horrible things that they didn't even want to think about were possible whenever he was around. They talked amongst themselves, hoping that fate had watched over Will.
Those that didn't know Will still felt pity for him, but were more concerned what riches might await them in the ship's hold. An equal share of the treasure was all that mattered. There were a few crew members on deck, Gibbs and Anamarie being two of them. She stood nearby, waiting for the words "BOARD, MATIES!!" from Jack's mouth. Which he just shouted.
As grappling hooks went sailing over the other ship's side, Jack finally got a closer view of Will. His face was distorted. Instantly, Jack felt the anger rise to his face, and his blood began to boil. Whatever had happened to Will, he was dead sure that Fiji was responsible. And even if he wasn't, Jack would still make him pay, just because. He ran down the steps, seized a rope and swung to the deck of The Skipper, where the battle began.
Captain Fiji watched as the pirates boarded the ship. His plan was going accordingly, until...
The first pirates landed on deck, and attacked!! What the fuck?! This wasn't supposed to happen like this. He turned around in time to see Jack charging his way, sword out. Quickly he grabbed the closest thing to him, which happened to be a person. Will.
Will almost had his hands free. It was imperative to him that he get free to help Jack out as much as he could. He watched and almost shouted with joy as he watched Jack rushing to his aid. He suddenly had the sensation of being pulled to his left and being thrusted out. He was being used as a human shield. He used every ounce of strength he had. Jack was running straight for him.
Jack saw what the captain had in store for him. He was going to use Will as a shield to protect himself. His Will. At first, Jack thought to slow down, stop dead in his tracks. He couldn't take the chance of hurting Will. He was still debating when he heard shouts. Snapping quickly out of his thoughts, Jack looked in shock to see Will snap the ropes. Every muscle rippled and tensed under the strain of his breaking free.
With a last effort, almost all his energy spent, Will finally broke the ropes around his wrists. The shout was to shock the captain into releasing his hold on him, which worked. As the ropes fell from his arms, Will turned and grabbed the captain by his throat. He would take great pleasure in strangling the last breath out of his lungs. He would have succeeded in doing so, if a stronger pair of hands had not jerked him away. The captain, who's face went blue from the lack of oxygen, collapsed at his feet, gagging for air. Will turned to see who's hands they were. As if he didn't know already. Jack stood there, hands on top of his, smiling at him.
"Jack..."
Will passed out, the world around him becoming cold and black.
Aboard 'The Black Pearl'
The blast of canons and the rumbling that they produced woke Will out of his slumber. He was in a bed, blanket covering him up to his chin. He sat up, still trying to figure out where he was and what happened. Slowly, it came back to him. He was aboard The Skipper. Hand bound. Saw Jack. Used as a shield. Freed self and strangled pirate. Turned and saw Jack. Jack!! Jack was there!! He had came for him!! Will tried to get up. He needed to find Jack. He winced as he tried to support his weight to get out the bed.
"Lay back down, luv. Can't have you tryin' to move just yet."
That voice... Will was afraid to turn around. Part of him still believed that he was still on The Skipper and his imagination was working overtime again. But that voice... That voice compelled him; moved him. It was just to hear that voice again that he left everything behind. Will was afraid to move, even to breathe.
"Come, now. Don't make me restrain you to the bed... oh, can't use ropes though, luv. Guess I'll have to make due with me arms, then."
Will shook lightly as two strong arms snaked around him, pulling him back to a strong chest.
"That's it, luv. I've got you," Jack whispered. Will's whole body shook with sobs. So long he waited for this moment, the moment when he could feel those strong arms holding him close.
"Please...," he sobbed. "Please tell me this is a dream... Please..." Jack slowly turned him over to look in his eyes.
"Well, I could say that, but dreams can't do this."
He pressed his lips to Will's, kissing him softly. Will state of shock left abruptly as he felt Jack's lips kiss him. If this was a dream, then he hoped it would never end.