Chapter 2

Jack was startled awake by a loud noise just to his left. He quickly sat up and lit a candle, looking for the source of the noise in the din.

Will was turned away from him, and it looked like he had hit his knee off the hard wood of the cabin wall. He was currently not moving, though his hand was gripping the bed sheets so tight his knuckles were white. Jack debated whether or not to wake him up, but decided against it when he didn't see or hear any more commotion.

He lay back down and hesitated for a moment before sliding his arm around the slim waist and closing his eyes.

"You'll never see the light of day again, boy," the pirate laughed, moonlight illuminating the scar across his face. "Never see him again…"

He pointed to the corner of the ship, where an eerily immobile figure was brought into the light.

"Jack!" Will yelled, making a mad lunge for him, but Jack was tied up and gagged, so he was easily pulled away.

The pirate laughed again. "A lifetime of servitude, said your father! You, whelp, are nothing more than a whore!"

"No!" Will yelled, looking madly around and trying to spot Jack. "Jack! Jack, where are you?"

The pirate laughed again.

"Told ye you'd never see him again," he sneered.

"JACK!"

"Will! William, wake up!"

Someone was roughly shaking him.

"Will!"

His eyes snapped open. The pirate's laughter rung in his ears. Will leaned over the side of the bed and coughed, suddenly feeling the bile rise up in his throat at the thought of the deranged man who raped him.

"Will, what's wrong?"

Will retched up nothing but stomach acid. He coughed to clear his lungs and looked up at Jack.

Jack leaned down close to him, eyes clouded with worry. "You called me name a few times…"

Will shook so hard he had to wrap his arms around himself to steady his motions.

"I'm f–fine," he mumbled, trying to remember every aspect of the dream. But the harder he tried to think about it, the harder it became to recall.

"What were you dreaming?" Jack asked quietly, running his hand up and down Will's arm to warm him.

"Don't remember."

He involuntarily continued shivering, then suddenly realized how stupid he must be, a grown man waking up in the middle of the night – crying, whining… So he furiously lay back down and started at the ceiling, hating himself for showing emotion.

Jack was a bit surprised at this outward show of anger, so he asked, "What's the matter?"

"I'm acting like a fucking child," Will spat, "And I'm a grown man – I shouldn't be crying like that."

"Don't be stupid, Will, you're… well…" Jack looked for a suitable word, "Traumatized. It's normal to be the way you are right now. You need time to get over it."

Here, Will looked at Jack despairingly and shook his head.

"Do you know what I did when I first got you down here when you were unconscious?" the pirate asked. His words were soft.

"What?"

"I cried," he said.

Will's eyes widened considerably and he rasped, "W–what?"

"I cried," Jack repeated, nodding his head, "Because the most important person in the world to me was just lying there… and I spent an hour just sitting at your side, crying me heart out."

Will couldn't believe it. Jack was the bravest man he knew, but…

It made him feel better to know he wasn't alone.

"Now, if you tell anybody this, I'll run you through with my sword meself, savvy?"

Will chuckled somewhat and said, "Okay, Jack, okay…"

Jack winked and laid down, putting his head against the pillow, watching as Will closed his eyes again and went to sleep. He just looked at the man before him, chiseled cheekbones of a god - he was sure of it - a perfect mouth just begging to be kissed, and, underneath the looks, a brave heart just enveloped in the stubbornness of a true pirate.

Jack whispered, "God, Will… do you know just how much I love you?"

"Ah, young Mr. Turner, how are ye?" Gibbs asked as he saw the young blacksmith walk up on deck with Jack.

Will smiled at Gibbs and replied, "I'm fine, Mr. Gibbs."

"Glad to see ye healthy again, lad," the old man replied, walking away to tend to the mainsail.

"What say you to steering her?" Jack said, appearing behind Will and smiling.

"Really? I'd love to," the blacksmith said, taking the wheel in his hands and feeling the power as he tilted it to the left.

"You'll be back to normal, you'll see," Jack said absently, looking out across the ocean. "Won't take long… you've always liked the sea, haven't you?"

Will nodded, saying, "Yes, I have. Ever since I was a little boy. I'd go down to the docks at sunset and watch both the sky and sea turn orange. And I'd imagine myself sailing off toward the horizon with an actual pirate."

He chuckled and added, "And that came true, didn't it?"

"Aye, it did, luv," Jack said softly, turning his gaze upon Will now and capturing the boy's eyes with his own.

Will was about to reply before they heard Gibbs' voice. "Jack! The Dragon is coming up behind us! They're attacking!"

Jack hurried and put his scope to his eye, brought it back, and muttered, "Well, this experience should get you into the pirate habit soon enough, lad."

Will looked at the huge ship coming behind up behind the Black Pearl and felt a surge of excitement and nervousness course through him.

"Here ya go," Jack said, handing him a nicely crafted sword and pulling out his own. "I trust you haven't forgotten how to fight?"

Will took the sword and surveyed it, replying, "You trust right."

"Good."

The crew got ready and clung onto ropes, waiting to ambush The Dragon. As soon as it was close enough, they swung over to the other pirate crew and began fighting.

Jack stayed at the helm, scanning the other ship's deck for the other Captain. He would be the one for Jack to take care of. And there he was. Jack saw the heavily scarred man step out into view and pull out his sword. There were two guns hanging at his belt. He heard a choked noise from beside him. Jack looked at Will.

"It's him."

It took Jack a moment to process what Will meant, but once he understood, he wanted to cause that man as much pain as was humanly possible.

"It's him… it's him…" Will whispered as he backed up into a wooded wall and let his sword drop from his hand.

"I'll kill that bastard, you can be sure of that," Jack growled, walking to the railing and calling out, "Who the hell do you think you are?!"

The fight stopped momentarily as the two captains exchanged glares. Finally, the scarred man replied, "Ah, so I see you've got my little trinket, then?" He pointedly looked at Will and continued, "Bring him over here, Sparrow – I want to feel that tight ass around my cock again."

His crew laughed, and he beckoned five of them to swing over to the Pearl and get Will.

"Oh no, you don't," Jack yelled, quickly killing one man and starting a duel with the others.

Will quickly picked up his sword and fought two of them at once, making it as evenly matched as possible, though the sick thought of being back near that pirate spurred him on to kill as fast as possible. However, not all pirates honored the code. Two more appeared and forcibly restrained Jack while the other two rid the younger man of his sword and swung him over to The Dragon.

"Get off me!" Will cried, kicking at the men, but there were too many of them.

He saw the scarred pirate leering at him as he said, "Bring him over here, gents; right back to my favorite spot."

Jack was filled with rage. If he tries to -

Will was slammed against the wheel of the ship, where he instantly felt a body press against his own. He looked around for Jack, but only found his friend being held back by three other pirates. Then the pain started.

The pirate ripped apart the boy's breeches, taking care to cut a bit of skin as he went. Breathing hard, he freed his erect cock and forcefully pushed inside Will.

Will groaned in pain and screwed his eyes shut as he felt himself once again being ripped open. The pirate started thrusting, and with each out-stroke, Will felt an amount of blood leave his body. He moaned repeatedly, hating himself for showing that he was in pain, and uselessly tried to get away.

"No, stop… please!" he begged, sobbing in pain.

Jack could barely believe what was happening to his love. He saw Will scream in agony as he was taken again, and he practically roared in anger, watching… just watching... until Will gave an ear-splitting cry of pain, shuddered, and slumped forward onto the wheel of the ship.

Jack felt adrenaline surge through his veins as he managed to turn and fight off one man. Quickly grabbing his sword, he ran the others through before they had a chance to react. He found a rope to swing onto the other ship, sword still clutched tightly in his hand.

"I'll fucking kill you!" he screamed, charging towards the pirate who was still hurting the young man. He lashed at the man's arms, face, and torso – anything he could reach – just to cause pain.

As he felt the cock being ripped from him, Will moaned in pain once again and shakily sank down onto the deck, barely watching as Jack ran the man through with his sword.

"You are… fucking… going… to hell," Jack whispered, turning away from the dead man and yelling, "Cut out their intestines and tie them to floating barrels. Make them suffer."

The crew hastened to obey as Jack quietly turned towards Will, who had nearly passed out by now.

"Will… hang on," Jack said shakily, taking Will in his arms, "Hang on…"

Will was in so much pain he hardly registered what Jack was saying. He felt a wave of nausea wash over him and he convulsed, causing Jack to stop in his tracks.

"I'll take care of you…" Jack whispered, feeling his heart ache.

"Hurts… everywhere…" Will choked out, "Hurts too much… rid me of this pain, Jack… please…"

Jack's heart skipped a beat in his chest as he said, "No… no, Will… you'll get through this… you're the bravest man I know."

"Brave? Stop lying; how can I be fucking braveif I'm stupid enough to get myself into these situations?"

"Stop saying that, William," Jack ordered firmly but gently, making his way towards his cabin, all the while keeping a vary eye on the love of his life.

Will groaned in pain and clutched his stomach as Jack carefully laid him down onto the bed, the abdominal muscles tightening up beyond measure and making him bring his knees up to his chest and close his eyes in agony. He couldn't stop trembling.

"Why… oh…" he moaned, tears of pain leaking out of his eyes.

Jack softly wiped away the tears and said, "Shh, luv…"

"I'm sorry I let that happen to you," he added, sounding disgusted with himself.

"You couldn't have done anything, Jack…" Will stifled a groan of pain again as he said this, wanting to pass out, but the gods didn't grant him his wish.

"I need to check you over; luv… and I'll give you something to ease the pain, how does that sound?"

Jack went to his trunk and looked through it for a few seconds, finally spotting the medicine book and herbs he'd once looted off another ship. He'd kept it safe in case of injury. Will slowly took his breeches off as Jack flipped through the pages, muttering to himself but stopping once he saw the blood and semen that coated Will's thighs.

Will saw Jack's expression darken and turn protective as he studied him, heart almost bursting with anger to all who had hurt him. He didn't say anything. Instead, Jack took a wet washcloth and gently pressed his hand to Will's thigh, whispering, "It'll hurt, but it'll end soon enough, okay?"

Will nodded. Jack put the washcloth to the bleeding cleft and ran it up, then down, and made his way toward his thighs. Will was breathing so heavily that Jack was forced to look up, only to see the boy staring at the ceiling and gritting his teeth so hard that tears were once again forming in his eyes.

"It's alright, luv… you'll feel better if you let it out," Jack said soothingly.

Instead of yelling in pain, as Jack had expected Will to do, the young man merely let the tears overflow, keeping himself silent by biting his lip, sobbing noiselessly as the pain took hold of his entire body. Jack immediately wished that he was the one in pain. Watching Will caused him to cringe with every movement he made, but he merely tried to be as gentle as he could, not knowing how else to comfort the young man.

I feel as if I'm on display… it's humiliating, Will thought, refusing to make eye contact with Jack.

As if reading his mind, Jack soothed, "It wasn't your fault, Will. You don't have to feel like this around me…"

"I can't help it… I'm sorry…"

Jack nodded grimly. "I know, luv, it's hard."

"Does your head hurt?" he added.

Will nodded slightly, for he was afraid to move in fear of disturbing his aching stomach. Jack moved over to his table, read something in his book, and got a pitcher of water in which he put a few drops of another liquid.

"Drink this," he whispered gently, putting his hand behind Will's neck to support him as he gulped down the substance.

Jack put his hands on either side of Will's face and wiped the tears away, saying, "I promise you that you'll make it through this, William. I promise you that if anything like this happens to you, I'll – I'll spend my life protecting you with all I have."

Will choked on his words as he said them. "I – oh, thank you, Jack…"

"Shh…"

"Take care of me, okay?" the boy mumbled desperately, wanting to pass out with each passing second.

"Of course I will," he promised.

"Thank you Jack…" the blacksmith said again, adding, "I love you so much…"

"You're the reason I live, lad; I'll love you until the day I die, Will."

As Will felt the effects of the medicine taking effect on him and somewhat drowning out the pain, he heard Jack repeating, "I love you…"

Then he passed out.