#24
"Leverage" (Jack Sparrow, POTC)
Fandom:
POTC
Title:
Leverage
Author/Artist:
Nicole (PineappleIce or sulliedxunusual)
Theme:
#24 Weakness
Characters:
Jack Sparrow, Will Turner
Rating:
Teen
Warnings:
Character death, and there's slash if you want there to be.
Disclaimer:
I don't own POTC.
Summary:
Jack could have left Will to die, but he had leverage to save the
blacksmith's life; his own.
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"I told you not to come!" Will Turner's voice was loud, carrying, on the edge of hysteria. Bright brown eyes gazed at Jack out of a horrified face.
Jack nodded, his face serious. "I know you did." The pirate holding his right shoulder gripped a little tighter. The pistol being held at his head was pushed up harder.
"Did you not know it was a trap?" Will demanded, his hair streaming into his face as he tried in vain to escape the chair he was tied to.
"Of course I did," Jack replied calmly.
Will's voice was angry, cracked with emotion, and his eyes were bright with tears. "Then you are the most foolish pirate I have ever met! Why did you come?"
"Leverage, mate. This time it's me."
Will had stopped struggling. His face was confused. "What are you talking about, Jack? They're going to kill us-"
"No, Mister Turner; no, they aren't." Jack smiled a little. "My life in exchange for your freedom. They already agreed."
Will went white. "No!" he exclaimed, trying to wriggle free once more. "No! You're my Captain, we share the same fate, Jack!"
"You don't deserve my fate, mate," Jack said, still with that grim smile. "You're a free man, I don't deserve anythin' from you, you of all people."
Someone was behind Will, unfastening the rope around his wrists. He was being pulled to his feet, steered towards the door, towards freedom. But his eyes were fixed on Captain Jack Sparrow, standing so still, so calm, pinned between two fearsome pirates. "Why are you doing this?" he shouted, as he was pulled away. Tears stung his eyes; was this going to be the last time he saw Jack? "Jack!"
"You always were my favourite weakness, dear William," came the gentle reply that somehow carried over to Will's ears as he reached the sunlight.
Will was thrown forward; he hit the ground hard on his front and heard the door close behind him. Then the pistol went off.
"The fool," Will whispered.
