Nails
Disclaimer: Don't own Jack, Will, or Elizabeth or another character you recognize.
Paring: Possible J/E
Summary: Pirates have enemies, Captain Marcus Crane is the worst one. When a trusted friend at Port Royal decieves them they are put in deaths path and they may not survive.
Warnings: Extreme torture, character death, sexuality.
Authors Note: This is pretty much just a good torture/trying to survive story. May become JE but not for a very long time.
Prologue
There was a new moon that night, the only light came from far away windows. Port Royal had never looked or felt so deadly. A man no one had ever seen before walked down the shore to where a younger man stood. The man looked nervous as he was approached. At arms reach the stranger stopped and spoke.
"He was here?"
The younger man nodded. "Yes, two nights ago, you just missed him."
The stranger swore under his breath. "And the Turners?"
"Went with him."
The stranger started to pace.
"The woman too?"
A nod.
He paced, kicking up sand as he did. The brand of a "P" burnt into the skin on his right forearm. If anyone believed the stories of cursed pirates and the tale of the Black Pearl with it's immortal captain, he did. He had seen it first hand and shot two bullets into the said captain's chest. He didn't die.
"Where were they heading?"
The younger man was shaken a little. "I believe it was Spain. Sort of a belated wedding gift."
The pirate smiled and whistled, his men started to ready his ship.
"Thank you for your help. You never need to worry about Jack Sparrow again." He said and turned to walk away.
"What about Will and Elizabeth Turner?"
"If they stay out of my way they will be fine."
The man took a few steps toward the pirate. "Don't hurt Elizabeth."
"As you wish."
He didn't know how it happened and as the two of them stood there awaiting their fate he felt sorry. The men were chained to a wall, their hands above their heads. It was pitch black. When he looked down he couldn't see his bare feet. He smiled ironicly.
"Jack."
He looked to his right, even though he knew he wouldn't be able to see the other man.
"Aye?" He could tell the younger was frightened. The pirate was only too happy Elizabeth was spared their fate. But what would be hers?
"Do you think they'll kill us?" His words were shakey.
"Aye. They don't have any other reason to keep us here."
:"What about Elizabeth? What do you think they'll do to her?"
Jack had a few ideas but none he wanted to share with the woman in question's husband. His remorse came back at full speed. Elizabeth may be able to hold her own but he knew Crane, he would make her watch Will die. Then most likely rape her before he stabs her in the heart, leaving the dagger, his signature kill.
"It won't be pretty."
Will struggled against the chains. "ELIZABETH!"
Jack wanted to shut his ears against his scream.
The door opened and lit candles were brought in and sat on the floor. Jack could see himself now, his shirt was taken as was his boots and hat. Will looked the same. It was then the pirate realised how young Will was, his skin was fair unlike his own that was darker and decorated with healed stab and bullet wounds.
His attention went back to the man who had came in.
"Crane."
"Sparrow."
The two men knew each other well. Jack's chest had met the man's bullet. Twice. Crane was at least fifteen years older then Jack and was known for his accuracey with a gun and even more so with a dagger. Jack had beat the odds, he wasn't sure he'd be so lucky this time.
"Mr. Turner." Crane address the young man on Jack's right. "I believe this belongs to you."
The two men watched as Elizabeth was brought in and chained to the wall opposite them, her chains long enough Jack thought she could reach them if she wanted to.
Will reacted immediately. "Let her go! Crane I swear to the gods if you hurt her..."
"You'll what? It's hard to do anything when you're dead. And you will be."
Will's eyes grew big, Elizabeth sobbed and Jack sighed. He was right.
TBC
PS this takes place around the time of DMC although doesn't follow that story.