Title: Smother Me

Rating: R/Mature

Paring: Will/Jack

Summery: Will has been hurt, abused, and everything else you can imagine. He has to escape, but to where? Who will he find? A certain infamous pirate! (I am horrible with summaries.)

Warning: Prostitution, abuse, and slash.

Also, I hate it when people try REALLY hard to make the pirate voices, it just sounds horrible and it's hard to read. So…I'm just going to use a regular voice and try my hardest to keep the characters like how they would act.

Also, Thanks to my Beta. D

Chapter 9

The sun was just rising up and beginning to shine over the dark sea. The entire crew was still soundly asleep down in their hammocks. Will was already dressed and fully prepared for what he was going to do. He looked around the ship, making sure everybody was still asleep. To his relief nobody was to be found in the entire ship.

His stomach lurched, and his body was tense, but he kept his face solemn. He was going to do this and nothing was going to stop him. Even so, he couldn't keep his body from trembling as he searched around for rope, which was easy to find considering it was everywhere around the ship. 'It's going to be ok. You want this, Will. Go get what you want for once!' he said, reassuring himself.

His body still trembled slightly, but he did not care. He was going to get what he wanted, and then all the pain, everything bad would just disappear and he wouldn't have to deal with it, wouldn't have to be just a useless burden to the crew.

He easily found the rope and gripped it tightly, cutting it shorter so he could drop faster. Once he got the appropriate length he went looking for an anchor. He rummaged around, looking anxiously to find one before the rest of the crew began to wake up.

Will's heart sped up, and he thought frantically about what to do. He was having trouble finding more than one on the ship. He couldn't just take the only one they had. 'Why would they care anyway? Will, just do it and get it over with. Nobody will care anyway. They'll bring you back up, take the anchor, and just dump your body out,' his inner voice told him matter-of-factly.

"You're right, absolutely right," he said aloud, his eyes quickly looking for the anchor they always had aboard. Quickly scanning the ship, he found it lying around. He quickly tied the rope to the anchor and walked to the side of the ship. He tied the anchor to his leg, and his stomach flipped.

His heart was pounding so hard, so loud in his chest, he was sure it was going to break out of his ribs and right out his body. He kept reassuring himself, "You can do it, and you deserve this. You will be happy and so will everybody else once you're gone." He pulled his body up to sit on the side of the ship and he pulled up the anchor. He breathed in, trying to calm his nerves. He dropped the anchor down into the ocean…all the while simply thinking, 'Are you happy now? I am.'

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The sun was just beginning to rise. Marty arose from his sleep with a start, knowing full well he should have been awake for his shift. He lazily got up and rubbed the sleep from his eyes. He bent down and took hold of his spotting scope (a/n: I think that's what it's called. Btw please review) and pulled it open. He got back up and looked out, peering into it. He glanced around, looking for any other ships or anything unusual.

As he was looking through, a big splash caught his eye. He shifted his body further up to get a better look. It looked as if somebody had jumped or fallen out. The only thing he was able to see was brown, curly hair descending into the ocean. He waited for a few seconds for the person to resurface, but quickly realized that the person was slowly sinking towards the bottom.

He only had to think for a few seconds to realize that only one person on the ship had brown curly hair. His eyes widened and he quickly climbed down, calling for the captain to come out. He banged on the captain's door, slamming his fist several times. He listened intently for the captain and heard him getting up, all the rings and trinkets in his hair banging against each other. His footsteps were loud and heavy.

"What do ya want!?" Jack yelled, frustrated, as he slammed the door open. He gave Marty an irritated look and called, "Well? Go on with it!" Marty quickly spoke, his words stumbling over each other. "Will! He's...he's... he is drowning!"

Jack looked at him in surprise and quickly his face creased in worry. "Wake everybody up, I'm going to get him." He pushed by Marty and quickly took off his effects, carelessly throwing them down onto the deck.

He looked out onto the ocean and tried to find where Will had gone. He quickly scanned it before catching sight of the boy in the corner of his eye. Without a second thought he dived into the water, swimming down to get him.

He swam quickly down, his eyes blurred and stung by the salty seawater. All the while, he couldn't help but wonder why Will had done this. Was it an accident or had he done it intentionally? He swam deeper into the water, his ears popping. He was able to make out Will's figure and quickly took hold of the boy's shirt collar.

He took hold of it and pulled Will up, trying to swim up to the surface, but realized he was much too heavy. 'The lad doesn't weight this much!' Jack began to panic. He was losing his breath quickly and wasn't able to pull Will up. He let go of his collar and swam deeper and looked at his legs.

Realizing why he was not able to pull him up, he forcefully grabbed his leg and began untying the rope. His hands slipped and fumbled around with the rope. After a few attempts he managed to get the rope off and held onto Will's body. He struggled trying to swim to the surface, with Will's body heavily leaning on his. Jack was almost to the surface when the worst possible thing that could've happen, happened.

His breath gave out and he swallowed in water. Unable to breathe in more air, his entire body thrashed in the water. All the blood came rushing to his head, and his vision began to blur. He panicked and began swimming faster up, feeling lightheaded. He propelled his body up and coughed out the water in his lungs. He breathed in and let the air fill his lungs, and pulled Will up along side him. Relief overflowed his body and he sighed. He looked around, trying to find some rope to help them out of the water.

Gibbs yelled out at Jack, flailing his arms around, indicating that he had just tossed a rope down. Jack swam towards the rope, having much difficulty. The current pushed them back, and the salt water splashed into his mouth and eyes. Jack's body was beginning to sink down, with Will's weight bringing him down also.

He lifted Will's body on top of his back and held onto him with one arm, and continued to swim. He was determined to get onboard the ship. He was not going to lose Will.

"Hang on there, laddy!" Jack said aloud to Will, knowing full well that the boy was unconscious, though hopefully still breathing. His body was growing weak, and his arms and legs ached. He finally found the rope and grabbed onto it, then pulled Will's body close to his, wrapping one of his arms around Will and the other tightly on the rope.

"Mr. Gibbs! It would be very helpful if you could pull us on to my ship!" Jack yelled, frustrated that the crew was out on deck and were not helping them to bring their captain aboard. The entire crew ran around clumsily until they got to the other end of the rope and began to heave them up.

Jack looked at Will, and noticed the boys face was pale, his lips were blue, and his body was cold. He pulled him closer, trying to warm his body up. 'Hold on, Will, please, I'm sorry,' he thought desperately and kissed the top of Will's head. They finally pulled Jack and Will onboard. They fell to the floor with a loud thump.

Jack quickly got to his knees and laid his head on Will's heart, desperately trying to find his heartbeat. He savagely tore Wills shirt off, thinking maybe it would help him breathe.

The crew crowded around them anxiously, looking at Jack. For the first time ever they witnessed Captain Jack Sparrows face crumple and a few tears slowly made their way down his face. Jack began screaming Will's name out and pushing into his chest to get him to breathe.

Jack quickly pinched Will's nose and opened his mouth. He bent forward and put his mouth against Will's and breathed in, and pushed onto his chest again.

'He can't die! He can't die. No, I won't let him.' His body began trembling and his heart was throbbing painfully in his chest. He felt it bend and contort in his chest and his hands shook. He continued to breathe into Will for what seemed like hours. Even with all the tries, Will's body was unresponsive.

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Jack refused to give up, and continued a few more times to get him to breathe. He pushed down hard on his chest and breathed in his mouth. Finally Will's chest rose up and he coughed. Jack held onto his waist and softly pulled his body up. He helped him sit up and laid his legs down on floor. Jack continued to hold onto Will's waist as he sat up; scared he might not be able to hold himself up. Will coughed violently, throwing up the water onto the floor.

Will looked up at Jack, his eyes still blurry, and he felt hot tears slide down his face. Without warning, Will's body fell back. He had passed out. The crew looked at Jack, happy that the boy had lived. Then they noticed Jack's eyes still looked slightly distressed. Jack knelt on the floor and put his hand on his knee. He then forcefully hauled himself up from the floor.

"Get to work," Jack said softly, and bent down to pick up Will. He was going to put his jacket on Will, but decided against it. His clothes were soaking wet too, and it wouldn't help the boy one bit.

"Aye, Captain," they all muttered in reply and went to start their usual jobs.

He put Will's head to his chest and held his body tightly against his. He could not stop himself from thinking that right now, Will was unconscious in his arms from an attempted suicide and it was entirely his fault. He held onto his body tighter and felt his heart ache. He felt angry that Will had chosen suicide instead of just talking to him about it, but the worst feeling was... he felt remorseful.

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Hey, wow this chapter took forever to update. Sorry. XD Anyways, yeah I had trouble with this chapter. Please review it encourages me to write more! Anyways thanks to everybody who reads. :)