Title: The Past Never Let's Go.
Summary: The past never truly dies, it's always there. The sequel to "The Rewrite" but if you haven't read it you don't really need too.
Chapter 2/?: Worried thoughts.
Writer: Azure K Mello
Distribution: ask.
For pervious parts: or at ff.net:
Rating: R for now. I've never written NC17 before but I might go for it later.
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He smiled slowly and dolefully at the boy, "But don't you see, love? You're touching me."
Will smiled. "Is that a bad thing?"
"No, i's just. . . I'm not the king I once thought I was. I'm not a solitary island. That scares me." Jack looked away for a moment and then said, "I wish ye'd go back te land."
"You spent all that time forcing me to see my blood, my place. And now you want me to pretend I'm not a pirate? It's all I have left, you and this life. I've been ruined. So please don't send me away like the woman left at home."
"No, me boy, never. I just fear fer ye. I don't want to lose ye."
"Why do nightmares make you think such mad thoughts? You won't lose me." Over the last three months Will had made quite a reputation for himself. He was said to be the most honorable scallywag in all seven seas! People held him in high esteem. Often he walked through ports and police and governors would nod to him knowing full well who he was. He had gained the brand on his wrist from some young idiot looking to put a feather in his cap. When the governor of the town had learned of the event he had personally apologized to Will and yelled loudly at the boy (still holding a branding iron) for, "mistaking Mr. Turner for a pirate!"
No one wanted to cross Will. Tales told that he was kind and fair but a vicious pirate none the less. He would never hurt a woman or child, but beware for to cross him was to sign one's own death warrant. These stories were all false, started mainly by Jack. Will hadn't killed a soul. Nor, might I point out, had Jack. Outside of his mutinous first mate he had never killed a person. Reputation has nothing to do with actions simply how well you presented yourself.
Nodding Jack pulled the boy close and ran his fingers over Will's beautiful chest. "I can't lose you. But I won't either. Just a nightmare: as you said. We're having a day off tomorrow." The young pirate laughed thinking his lover was making a joke. "The crew 're tired, I'm tired. We've done nothin' but pillage for weeks it's time fer a reprieve. We'll come within four miles of port. The crew can go in if they please."
"You're a good and fair captain." Said Will as Jack curled around him. "Now let's go back to sleep I'm exhausted."
Summary: The past never truly dies, it's always there. The sequel to "The Rewrite" but if you haven't read it you don't really need too.
Chapter 2/?: Worried thoughts.
Writer: Azure K Mello
Distribution: ask.
For pervious parts: or at ff.net:
Rating: R for now. I've never written NC17 before but I might go for it later.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
He smiled slowly and dolefully at the boy, "But don't you see, love? You're touching me."
Will smiled. "Is that a bad thing?"
"No, i's just. . . I'm not the king I once thought I was. I'm not a solitary island. That scares me." Jack looked away for a moment and then said, "I wish ye'd go back te land."
"You spent all that time forcing me to see my blood, my place. And now you want me to pretend I'm not a pirate? It's all I have left, you and this life. I've been ruined. So please don't send me away like the woman left at home."
"No, me boy, never. I just fear fer ye. I don't want to lose ye."
"Why do nightmares make you think such mad thoughts? You won't lose me." Over the last three months Will had made quite a reputation for himself. He was said to be the most honorable scallywag in all seven seas! People held him in high esteem. Often he walked through ports and police and governors would nod to him knowing full well who he was. He had gained the brand on his wrist from some young idiot looking to put a feather in his cap. When the governor of the town had learned of the event he had personally apologized to Will and yelled loudly at the boy (still holding a branding iron) for, "mistaking Mr. Turner for a pirate!"
No one wanted to cross Will. Tales told that he was kind and fair but a vicious pirate none the less. He would never hurt a woman or child, but beware for to cross him was to sign one's own death warrant. These stories were all false, started mainly by Jack. Will hadn't killed a soul. Nor, might I point out, had Jack. Outside of his mutinous first mate he had never killed a person. Reputation has nothing to do with actions simply how well you presented yourself.
Nodding Jack pulled the boy close and ran his fingers over Will's beautiful chest. "I can't lose you. But I won't either. Just a nightmare: as you said. We're having a day off tomorrow." The young pirate laughed thinking his lover was making a joke. "The crew 're tired, I'm tired. We've done nothin' but pillage for weeks it's time fer a reprieve. We'll come within four miles of port. The crew can go in if they please."
"You're a good and fair captain." Said Will as Jack curled around him. "Now let's go back to sleep I'm exhausted."