HELLO EVERYONE! We're back for yet another chapter! Oh, I feel loved!

Okay, first warning. This chapter begins the torture. Granted, yes, this is only slight child abuse, but if you can't handle that you might want to stop reading NOW because this is as light as the torture gets.

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Smithy – I like that comparison. I was about to die laughing when I read that. Yet it's so true. And don't worry, Elizabeth's fine. It's no fun to torture the girls. Poor guys, though. They're wonderful targets. Well, I hope you like this chapter and thanks for coming back to review. I love you for it.

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BlackSword

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Chapter 4

Blacksword covered his ears and groaned softly. The child Chris and Ricky had brought was screaming and crying, and had been doing so for three days now. "Ricky, bring the boy here. I'll make him be quiet."

Ricky ran and eagerly complied- as long as it would shut the kid up, he'd do it. Black Andrew sighed slightly, now regretting ordering Chris and Ricky to capture him. When they had reached Port Bryant, Jack and Will had already left more than six days earlier, so he had ordered his crew- Chris and Ricky- to kidnap the child so they would have leverage over the two.

The door to his cabin opened and Ricky came in, dragging the kicking, crying boy with him. "Let me go!" he screamed, his face red as his chest heaved as he gasped for breath in between his sobs. "My father is going to get you!"

Andrew smirked at the boy, "Why do you think we brought you here? I want your dad to come after me."

The boy screamed and continued to sob; his crying now half in terror and half in frustration.

Andrew's fist tightened and he could no longer hold back his anger. His fist swung around and connected with the eight-years-olds face. It split both his lips and threw him backwards, cutting deep into the back of his head as it slammed into the wall behind. "Shut up, Jack," he snarled.

Jackie stopped screaming but continued crying, hand moving up and gently feeling the blood that was draining down his face from his lips. Then his and moved to the back of his skull. When he removed it, it was covered with blood.

Black Andrew stood and walked in front of the boy, staring into his dark brown eyes. "Look, I'm not afraid to hurt you. It's something I'll enjoy." He reached down and grabbed him by the wrist, jerking him to his feet. "Now, answer my questions and I won't hurt you anymore today."

Jackie was shaking in fear and was squirming, trying to slide his wrist from Black Andrew's grasp. All it accomplished was having Black Andrew tighten his hold. "Let go!" he whimpered sadly.

"Not until you tell me what I want to know," the pirate said.

"Can your father fight switch?" he demanded of the boy. "Answer me," he yelled when Jackie didn't answer. This time when there was no answer, he decided to do something else.

As Jackie felt Blacksword's hand clamp even harder on his wrist, he also became aware of a slight burning sensation. Within seconds, though, the burning had built beyond what he could take and he resumed crying loudly.

"Answer me," Black Andrew repeated. "I'll only stop after you answer my questions. Now, can your father fight switch, or can't he?"

"He can," Jackie finally whimpered, but instead of the burning sensation subsiding, it only increased in heat.

"Which side is he best with?" the captain continued to press the boy.

"He's right-handed, dad's a right-handed fighter." Jackie could feel the soft skin on his wrist as it continued to burn.

"What is Captain Sparrow's connection to your father? What is he willing to do to save him? Tell me Jack!"

By now, Jackie was having trouble breathing, both because of his racking sobs and the pain in his wrist. "Dad… dad is one of… Captain Sparrow's only… friends. He has been since they met… nine years ago."

Black Andrew was starting to get frustrated with the boy's crying. "What is Captain Sparrow willing to do to save him?" he repeated the second part of his last question.

"I don't know," Jackie half-screamed, half-cried. "Why can't you leave me alone?"

Blacksword finally released his death grip on the boy's wrist, but before he could relax, he had grabbed hold of the child's throat and picked him up, off his feet, and held him there. "You are very lucky I have to keep you alive until I get Sparrow and your father. Otherwise, you'd already be dead." As a warning to the boy, he let his power's flare briefly before letting the boy drop to the floor as he let go.

Jackie was curled into a tight ball on the ground. The fingers of his left hand were carefully feeling the huge burn on his right wrist. Slowly, then, his hand slipped up to his neck and gently ran across the burn there. Both burns were serious, but the one on his wrist was defiantly the most painful.

Blacksword glanced at Ricky, "Take young Jack to the brig. He'll be spending most of his time there."

Jack Turner looked up, brown eyes huge and filled with tears. "Please," he whimpered softly, "I just want to go home."

An evil smirk flickered across the pirate's face. "That," he said, "is something I will beat out of you."

Finally, Jackie managed to gain the courage to say what was on his mind, "My dad's going to beat the hell out of you. So will Captain Sparrow."

Andrew backhanded the boy again, throwing him to the ground, and once again cracking the back of his skull. The impact widened the gash on the back of Jackie's head and left him lying stunned and barely conscious on the ground. "I don't think so," Blacksword replied, grinning. He snapped his fingers and Ricky approached him cautiously. "Tell Chris to come see me," he whispered, " but first drop him off in the brig." He nodded towards Jackie, whose consciousness had now fled his young body.

"Yes, Captain," Ricky said as he picked up the child. He left and a few minutes later, Chris came in.

"You wanted to see me, Captain?"

"Yes, I have a special job for you." Black Andrew watched as Chris' blue eyes widened. "I would like for you to remain in the brig and gain the boy's trust. It may come in handy, later."

"You want me to pretend to be a prisoner? And become friends with the bloody whelp?"

"Would you rather be put in the brig for questioning your captain?"

Chris shook his head vigorously, "No, sir."

"Good."

Jack felt horrible, worse than he had since Barbossa had stolen the Pearl He had promised Will that Elizabeth and Jackie would be safe in Port Bryant, but now Jackie had been kidnapped by Blacksword- a pirate known for his cruel treatment of his prisoners.

He couldn't bring himself to tell Will just how small a chance it was that they would ever get his son back alive and in one piece. Most of Blacksword's prisoners died within the first month of imprisonment, and about half of that before the first two weeks were over.

He sighed and stood, leaving his cabin to find the young blacksmith. He needed to talk to Will before anything else happened. He felt incredibly guilty for what had happened.

Finally, he found Will on the deck, leaning against the rail, eyes closed. Jack slowly approached him and quietly leaned against the railing next to him. "Hey Will, are you okay?"

Will didn't answer; he didn't even open his eyes. In fact Jack wondered if Will had even heard him. Jack noticed Will was shaking slightly. He sighed softly and gently placed his hand on the younger man's back. That kind of contact was something Jack normally tried to avoid, but this was something he couldn't now. "It'll be okay, Will. We'll get your son back," he assured him.

"Yes, but alive?" Will asked miserably, finally opening his eyes. Jack could see the tears in them and, to his surprise; it made his heart tighten at the sight.

"Will, he's just a kid," Jack began. "And he's probably not going to live out the week," Will said darkly.

"What I meant was that Blacksword's not going to treat him as he does other prisoners."

Will stared miserably at the pirate, "Do you really believe that?" He closed his eyes and hung his head. "What am I going to tell Elizabeth?"

Jack turned to Will and reached out, gently forcing Will to look up as he took his face in his hand and tipped it up. "Will, listen to me. You're not going to have to tell Elizabeth anything. We'll get your son back. And he's going to be fine."

"You don't know that," Will said sadly.

"If he is anything like his father, he'll be fine," Jack said. Then, in an attempt to change the subject he said, "So, when you get back to Port Bryant with Jackie, what are you going to do? Are you going to be a blacksmith there?"

"I don't want to be there."

"Huh?" Jack asked in surprise. "What do you mean?"

"I don't want to stay in Port Bryant."

Jack was confused now, and his caramel colored eyes widened. "Why didn't you say so before? We could have dropped you off anywhere you-"

"You don't understand what I'm trying to say, Jack." He sighed in frustration; he couldn't figure out how to explain how he felt.

"I… I don't want to stay at port." He sighed and walked away from the rail. "I…" his eyes widened as he thought of something that might help him. He pushed up his sleeve and showed Jack the brand on his wrist; "I didn't just have you do this because I felt like… like I had to have it, since I'd committed acts of piracy. I… I wanted it."

Jack watched, slight understanding slowly dawning on him. "You… you want to be a pirate?" he asked in surprise.

"Yes!" Will exclaimed, grinning. Jack had figured it out; that meant he didn't have to attempt to explain it.

"Why didn't you say so earlier?" Jack inquired. "I could drop you off in Tortuga, you'll be able to find someone who needs a new crewman." A thought struck him then, "Or, even better, you could stay with me aboard the Black Pearl. I'd be honored to have you as part of my crew."

Will's grin got wider, "I'm not going to Tortuga. I'll stay on the Pearl." His smile faded, "What are we going to do, Jack? How are going to find Blacksword?"

Jack sighed; at least he had taken Will's mind off that for a moment. "I'm not really sure. They had to double back to get to Port Bryant after us. So I believe we need to double back as well."

Will closed his eyes and took a deep breath, "Jack in all honesty, what are the odds of us finding Blacksword before he kills Jackie?"

Jack blinked in surprise, "Do you really want to know?" When Will nodded, he reluctantly continued, "There's probably about a one in twenty chance he'll still be alive."

Will's face paled about two shades at this. Jack grimaced slightly; he hated being the one to tell people things that- at least people he knew and cared about, which actually weren't many. "Look Will, we'll get him back and he'll be fine. Then we'll drop him of with Elizabeth and come back and kill Blacksword."

"Come back?"

"Of course. Your son's safety comes first, right?" he pointed out.

Will slowly nodded but said, "I didn't expect you to be as concerned for his safety as you are."

Jack actually smiled and didn't seem terribly insulted. "Will, I may be a selfish pirate, but I'm not completely so. Besides," his grin broadened. "Can't let my namesake get hurt, can I?" He turned serious, "You're one of my only friends. I'll not let anything harm you or your family."

"Thanks, Jack."

Jack shrugged, not meeting Will's eyes. It was embarrassing to have someone compliment him, especially someone respectable such as Will complimenting a pirate like him. He was, in all honesty, still not accustomed to having people care about him, so it sometimes made him uneasy when people demonstrated it. Friendship was not a normal thing for him.

"Don't worry about it."

"Do you think we'll catch them?"

"I know we will."

Jackie shuddered helplessly in the cold, dark cell he'd been in. He was wet and miserable and had been for the past two hours.

The whole day had been a living hell for him. At the beginning of the day, Black Andrew had taken him, strapped him to the mast, and beaten him- first with his fists, then with a whip. Which was why his face, chest, and torso were a mass of bruises and blood and his back was covered in criss-crossing welts.

After that, they had taken him in the lifeboat, lowered him off the boat, dunked him in the water and held him there. The salt water had burned every cut in his small body- he knew the water actually helped, but being held under for two minutes hadn't. When they had finally pulled him out, he'd been unconscious and half-drowned.

Now, he'd been shoved into a cell with five men, three of whom had threatened to eat him, they were so hungry. Which was why- even though most of the others were asleep- he was sitting awake, fearfully eyeing the one that was awake.

"Hey kid," the man suddenly said, making Jackie jump slightly, "you can go to sleep. I'll watch over you."

Jackie shook his head before remembering the other couldn't see him. "No, I'm not tired," he lied. He leaned back against the wall then immediately regretted it as the welts made contact and screamed at him in agony. He winced softly.

"Are you okay?" the man actually sounded concerned.

"Fine," the little boy ground out, scooting away from the wall.

"Sure," the man said, obviously not believing him. He came closer to the boy and held out his hand. "My name's Chris. What's yours?"

Jackie hesitated, and then shook the hand, "Jack" he answered, "Jack Turner."

"You're just a kid, aren't you?"

"I'm eight." He started to lean back again, and then stopped himself, catching himself on his hands. His right wrist spasmed slightly as weight fell on it, and the charred skin and muscle protested. He leaned up and placed his hands in his lap, letting his left hand gently rub his right.

"I don't think you're okay. Let me see."

"It's too dark," Jackie protested.

"That's not a problem," Chris said. Suddenly the room was lit up as he struck a match and lit a small candle. He placed it on the floor and walked closer to the boy. He was surprised to see the small face covered in blood and bruises and a long cut running through his lips. Plus, the boy's clothes were ragged and torn and drenched in blood and he could see some of the injuries underneath.

"Take off your shirt, Jack. I need to see the extent of your injuries," Chris ordered.

Slowly Jackie obeyed, peeling the bloody shirt off and wincing as it aggravated some of the welts on his back. Chris knelt in front of him and carefully looked him over. To Jackie's surprise, the man tore off the sleeves of his shirt and, after setting one on the floor, gently began cleaning the blood off his body.

Chris felt the boy tense as he cleaned the wounds, especially when he passed over a particularly sore muscle. Most of the blood on his chest had come from his face when his nose had begun to bleed and the cuts on his lips had reopened. His back was another story.

The whip marks on his back were deep and painful and as Chris cleaned them, he couldn't help but flinch. This time, the blood covered the rag before he finished. Then he took the second and tore it into shreds and bound the deepest wounds to help control the bleeding.

"You should be fine," Chris said quietly. He smiled when he saw the exhaustion in his eyes. "Sleep, Jack. I'll make sure they don't eat you."

Again the boy shook his head, "I'm fine." Jackie knew he was afraid to be able to sleep.

Chris shrugged, "Okay, it's up to you."

Will was carefully watching the sea ahead, hoping to see any sign of Blacksword's ship, The Assassin. Now they had a better idea of where it should be, but he still chafed at the delay. It had been three day's since he had been told of his son's kidnapping and each day had drained away part of his hope at getting the boy back.

To his surprise, Jack had seemed just as concerned as him. The pirate had done everything in his power to find Blacksword's ship as quickly as possible. He had even avoided getting drunk.

He glanced back at the pirate and couldn't help but smile. Jack was at the wheel, but as he drove he hummed, 'Yo ho, yo ho, A Pirate's Life for Me.' While swaying back and forth.

Jack noticed Will watching him and he quickly stopped humming. "What?" he asked innocently.

"You still remember that song?"

"Of course, I even kept my promise to Elizabeth and taught it to the crew. I love that song!"

Will laughed softly but it was a soft, unhappy laugh, one that reflected his pain and misery.

Jack smiled sadly, understanding the emotions behind the younger man's laugh. At twenty-nine, Will was about twelve years younger than Jack, and therefore Jack didn't have any problems reading the younger man. "Like I've told you before, he'll be fine, Will. You just have to keep up your hope."

Will hung his head, feeling his heart tighten slightly. It hurt, thinking of the danger his son was in and the pain he was probably going through. "I know Jack, but it's hard. I… what will Elizabeth think if he comes back bloody and bruised?"

"She'll be glad her husband brought him back alive and in one piece," Jack said.

"But what if he's not? What if he's seriously hurt or… or…" he couldn't bring himself to finish.

"Will, don't even worry about it because it's not going to happen. You can 'what if' until the Pearl turns back to lumber but it doesn't matter. He'll be fine, stop worrying."

Will stared at Jack, his dark brown eyes meeting his friends caramel ones. "It's not as easy as you make it sound."

Jack sighed and ran his ring-covered hand through his hair. "Will, do you need a drink?" he asked suddenly. "Cause I've got some rum on board."

"Is that what you think, Jack? That I need a drink? That the best way for me to deal with this is to get drunk?" Will sounded upset. "I've never gotten drunk in my whole life."

"And I doubt you've ever had you're only son kidnapped by a murderous pirate," Jack pointed out. He winced immediately after he'd finished, knowing he'd said the wring thing.

Will's eyes both darkened and seemed to lose an edge of hope he had tried to hold on to. "Thanks, Jack, that's just what I wanted to hear," he said sarcastically, voice edged with misery.

"I'm sorry, Will," Jack quickly said. "I'm so sorry, but I didn't mean anything by it. Look, all it takes for someone to get drunk is a crisis, no matter how small or insignificant. The first time I got drunk was when I got marooned on that island when Barbossa stole the Pearl, which, compared to what's happening with you, is nothing.

Will had turned away from Jack and started away. He stopped when he heard Jack trying to apologize and explain. "I don't intend to get drunk," he said darkly. He squeezed his eyes shut.

Jack watched him miserably; once again the differences between pirate and blacksmith were obvious. Will had been raised in England and taught to hate pirates. Jack… well, he definitely hadn't been raised the same. Probably, the only reason Will had saved Jack from jail was because he was the only one who could help him save Elizabeth after Barbossa had kidnapped her. Later, a second reason Will had stayed with Jack was because Jack had known his father.

"Will…" Jack began, "when I said about you getting drunk… I-"

"I'm not getting drunk," Will said again.

"Yes, you have established that point," Jack said, frustration starting to show in his voice, "but what I meant was maybe it would be better for me if you got drunk. Then at least you'd stop moping around and stop bothering me." He realized a few seconds too late he had spoken the last part out loud.

Will's eyes were dark and they flickered slightly before he spun on his heel and stalked off.

"Damn it," Jack hissed to himself. "Sparrow, you've really got to learn to keep your big mouth shut." In truth, he really didn't think Will was bothering him but in his frustration it had come out that way.

He started to follow Will but then stopped. Will needed time to himself, and he was willing to grant him that, but if Will hadn't come around in five hours he was going to have a talk with him.

TBC

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