The Eyes of the Sea Sequel to Turning a Blind Eye

Title: The Eyes of the Sea (1/3)
Sequel to Turning a Blind Eye
Fandom: Pirates of the Caribbean
Author: Shara Nesu
Pairing: J/W (of course!)
Rating: NC17 Warning: M/M Graphic sex, and character death.
Disclaimer: Nope, don't own them *sob* Though I am suing for the loss of sanity due to obsession with Jack Sparrow. Soon he will be mine! *evil laugh*
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Distribution: Want, Have, Take.
Summary: Will Turner has been blind for seven years, but he's learned to cope with his handicap and lives a happy life with Captain Jack Sparrow on board the Black Pearl. Then one day they capture a merchant vessel with a certain woman on board. After that Will's whole life changes, and not for the better.
Notes: Thanks to my beta, she really did try. I really must admit that I am not happy with this story, in fact, I think it's pretty bad. Unfortunately, no matter how many times I've tried to rewrite, it just gets worse. However, see what you think. I hope you enjoy.
Thanks to Newenit, Rutaari, Steph, Rose, Grey Elven-Eyes, Amy, Sarryn, and Wintermoondancer who review Turning... Sorry if this sequel doesn't live up to ctatctations.


Will’s POV:

I always come here on this day as I have done for the last seven years. To the point over looking the sea. To the angel gravestone and the final resting-place for one whom I once loved. It always pulls at my heart every time I come here, I always wonder if I could have done more. So much more to save them.

I wish I could see the monument erected here, but I can’t, since I’ve been ninety-percent blind for nearly 14 years. It hardhard getting used to it at first, the loss of sight - all the colours of the rainbow everyone else takes for granted gone forever. Now all I can see is light and dark, and make out large shapes. It’s not much, but at least it gives me some advantage over being completely blind. It meant I could learn to work and live again.

I lay the flowers I carry at the graveside and say a small prayer.

“I do miss you,” I whisper. I can’t help but say it, but it’s not entirely true. I guessay say it because I feel guiltycauscause I don’t really miss them.

I suppose I should explain the changes in my life. How seven years ago my world came crashing down around me with the sound of one word. A word spoken by a woman. A woman called Elizabeth.

~*~*~*~

Seven Years Ago; The Black Pearl - Captained by Jack Sparrow.

“Will?”

The voice startles me and at first I don’t react. Jack’s talking to me about some trinkets he’s discovered in his loot, when a female voice called across the distance. Beside me, Jack stiffens instantly and places a hand on my arm.

“Will!” Louder this time, more positive.

I turn slowly, trying to find the source and owner of the voice.

“Elizabeth,” I whisper to myself. I never dreamed to hear her voice ever again. She had become just a memory for me, a girl I’d loved in my past before Jack. A girl who paled at the side of Captain Sparrow and the emotions I felt for him. A girl who for all intents and purposes should be living the comfortable life in Port Royal. What on earth was she doing here on a merchant vessel? “Jack please, I need to speak to her.”

Jack’s hand tightens on my arm, and I didn’t need to see his face to know that he’s grimacing. “It’s all right, Jack, I just need to speak to her,” I repeat. I step nearer to my lover and pres myself to the length of his firm body. Jack’s hand slip down my arm, to my waist, to finally rest on my hip giving it a quick squeeze.

“Fine, but no funny business,” he growls into my ear. I give him a quick grin and a kiss on his chin. That always softens him up. “Mr Gibbs, please go and invite Mrs Norrington aboard the Pearl!”

Norrington. The name surprises me, even though I know she had married Commodore James Norrington six years earlier. I just never could understand how they ever married. Elizabeth was always a headstrong young girl with a mind of her own. While Commodore Norrington had always thought a women’s place was at home raising children.

It wasn’t long before Elizabeth climbs aboard, and races into my arms, throwing herself at me. The strange body of a female pressing against me is a singular experience. Jack allows few people to touch me. I am his and he doesn’t mind making sure every one knew about it. Elizabeth of course wouldn’t know that. At my side I could feel Jack tensing even without seeing it. He hisses angrily through his teeth, his body reacting behind me in an almost threatening manner.

“Elizabeth!” I cry, giving her a powerful hug, and then I attempt to disengage myself from her embrace.

“Will, oh Will! We thought you dead!” she weeps, her arms remaining fixed around my neck.

“As you can see, he be very much alive and kicking,” Jack snarls from behind me.

“Oh yes, yes. I’m so glad, Will, so glad.” Her arms tighten and I almost choke as she cuts of my air.

“Elizabeth!” I squeak.

“Oh, oh!” Her arms release me and I draw breath. “I’m so sorry. It’s just that this is such a...surprise. You here with err...Jack.”

“That be Captain Sparrow,” Jack complains, and I instantly reach behind my back to lay a hand on his forearm. The action must not have gone unnoticed by Elizabeth because she suddenly clears her throat and steps away from me.

“I’m so pleased that you’ve managed so well, what with the err...eyes and all,” Elizabeth stutters.

“He’s coping just fine,” Jack hisses back.

It’s at times like these I wish I could see what was happening. The looks on their faces. The body language and those kind of things that let you know if a person is hostile or afraid.

“Well, I reckon this reunion needs to be cut short, we can’t be hanging around in theses waters, Will.” I feel his h sli slip around my waist and Jack draws me away from Elizabeth, back into his personal bubble.

“Mr Gibbs, please be taking Mrs Norrington back to her ship!”

“Will,” Elizabeth calls, but she’s being escorted away from me and Jack holds on to me even tighter. Once, long ago, I would have called out for her to stop. I’d want to talk to the young girl that I had loved, but now? Now things are different, I am a pirate with a pirate’s mark and I no longer belong to her, only to Jack.

“Goodbye Elizabeth, I wish you well,” I call out, hoping that she can hear me.

Before I know what’s happening, Jack’s dragging me to the wheel and he’s calling for the anchor to be drawn up. The sails are set, the ropes between vessels are cut, and we’re leaving the merchant ship and Elizabeth far behind.

~~I didn’t realise until much later that that meeting had set events in motion that I couldn’t hope to control. That meeting would change my, Jack’, and Elizabeth’s lives forever. It was that meeting that would rip Jack away from me and almost cause my death.~~

~*~*~*~

Sometime later: Captain Jack Sparrow’s Cabin.

“Ooo Jack,” I hiss. My lover is angry. I’ve worked that out from the way that he dragged me to our cabin and quickly stripped me of my clothing. Rough hands pulled at my shirt and trousers, ripping them away as if they were paper. In seconds, I was standing naked before him and unsure what he waannianning to do.

“Touched yer,” Jack moans into my ear, as he unexpectedly presses his body against my back. I gasp, stepping back, hopefully into his arms but he’s already gone.

“Jack, please,” I groan, my body reacting to his jealousy. There are times I’d make him jealous on purpose, he’d know of course, but it would always lead to lots of Jack’s touching and other things - intimate things. He seems to view touching me as claiming me, even though I can’e ite it or people’s reaction to it. I know that the whole crew is aware of how Jack stakes his ownership. I don’t mind his possessiveness. I beg for it at times. It makes me feel wanted. Whole. Free. Even though blind, with Jack, I fear for nothing.

“Touched yer,” Jack snarls again, this time his strong, finely boned hands grip my naked hips. I can’t move and Jack manoeuvres me around until I’m forced to climb onto the bed. He makes me kneel on the edge of it, my back to him and my head down.

“Jack.” It’s the only words apart from moans that can escape my mouth at this moment. I don’t know if Jack really understands how much this arouses me. How much I love his strong armed approach when he wants to make me his.

“Put yer head down on the bunk,” he whispers into my ear and I shiver.

Jack’s amazing hands guide me down by the hips, until I’m pressing my forehead into the clean sheets, and he’s lifting my ass high into the air.

“Ohhh!” I cry, my cock throbbing at his domineering actions. I eagerly spread my legs, widening the gap between my knees.

“Will, could ya be a little less eager,” Jack complains suddenly.

I laugh into the bed. He’s trying to be all dominant and forceful, claiming his territory and all. While me, Ipreapreading my legs like a well-oiled whore. “I’m a slut for you,” I laugh.

“Didn’t like her touching you,”k whk whispers, and he tenderly presses his head between my shoulder blades. “Thought yer might...”

Damn. He believes I might still feel something for her. That some part of me even now loved Elizabeth. I guess I can see where he’s coming from. When I first met him I said that I would die for Elizabeth. It was only though blindness that had caused me to stay aboard his ship. Although, never ever did I accept his advances as second best. I fell out of love with Elizabeth and into love with Jack. Jack held no second place in my heart. I loved him pure and simple.

“I love you, Jack,” I reply, and with great yearning wriggle my hips up into his grasp.

Jack laughs suddenly, the tension broken and his fears, at the moment, were put aside. Strong fingers start to stroke my ass, and then moves down until one oiled digit enters my waiting hole. I gasp and wriggle even more. Soon a second digit slides in next to the first and he starts to scissor and rotate them.

“I’m yours, Jack.” I grunt out as a third and final finger enters my tightness.

Jack gasps and makes all these little noises of lust and desire that drive me insane. I just want him in me. I want him touching me. Loving me. Claiming me. I want his fear to go away and know that I’m always to be his.

Abruptly, Jack’s fingers leave me and he grasps my hips. He lifts me a little more, stretching my legs, until something much larger is pressing against my ass. I yelp as pressure is applied and subsequently the blunt head of Jack’s cock presses against my tiny hole. For a moment nothing happens, but then he breaches me and I’m screaming in desperate desire.

“Please,” I beg even before he starts.

“Little whore,” Jack laughs and with one sharp thrust is entirely encased within me. I cry out with a little pain, but soon the pleasure takes over, and I’m rocking back and forth on that little bunk. My body tenses and I tighten the muscles around Jack’s prick. He groans and with slow, deep, hard, thrusting strokes he starts to move. I yell as his cock is shoved in deep, almost touching my belly, and then withdraws making me cry out with the feeling of loss. After that he thrusts forward filling me again, and I’m begging for more as I feel so completely full, more than I’ve ever felt before.

Jack’s thrusts are controlled and timed, his body holding back from the desperate desire to pound me into the bunk-head. Then again, he could have been torturing me and trying to send me daft with lust. Unexpectedly, just as I think n tan take no more of his slow thrusting, Jack pushes me forward and climbs onto the bed behind me. He’s kneeling on the bed and his pounding is going a hell of a lot deeper. I claw at the bedding as he starts to grind into me, sharp and hard, making me yelp with each pull out and push forward. I’m so lost in his touch. The whole world comes crashing down as Jack fucks me blind.

“Mine,” Jack snarls into my ear, and I’m thoroughly agreeing. No one, not even Elizabeth could ever make me feel like Jack does. Never.

Jack’s fingers glide up my back, sliding on the sweat of our passion, until he takes hold of my shoulders and pulls me back. I lift up, sitting on his thrusting dick, burying it deeper within. His arms wrap around my waist and he holds so tight. Tight as if I’d suddenly disappear from his arms at any moment. I hear and feel his soft grunt, blowing hot air into my ear. His arms too tight around me, and under my legs I’m slapped by his flexing muscles as he lifts and shoves forward. Without one touch on my aching cock, I come screaming his name in orgasm, lost in the ecstasy of getting thoroughly fucked by Jack Sparrow.

No not fucked. Made love to. Made love to with the most incredible passion and desire. And want. And need. And desperation.

I’m still yelling my climax as Jack stiffens behind me, and with one almightily thrust he buries his length within me as it starts to pulse out its load. That leads to more yelling on my part, as I enter a second startling orgasm. Sharp teeth are buried into my shoulder and Jack bites hard. I release my last yell and fall to pieces, completely sated into his arms. We both drop sideways, collapsing into the bed. Jack’s arms still locked around me, his softening cock slowly slipping out of my drenched hole, and all I can think is that *this* is perfection.

~*~*~*~

It’s late morning when Jack and I awaken. He’s still pressed naked against my back, a heavy arm over my middle. He grunts softly as I shift in his arms, but doesn’t awaken. I do this every morning. If I’m not facing Jack, I always turn over so I can touch his face just as I wake up. I wish I could see it. What it would look like while he’s deep in sleep? His body wrapped around mine. Do his eyes soften? Does his beard look crinkled and out of sorts? Does his hair look like a crow’s nest? Does he look innocent as child as he dreams of me? Well, he’d better dream of me.

I laugh softly at my silly, and a little sad thoughts. As my morning tradition goes - I reach out with gentle hands and touch his face. He feels so warm and soft. I can feel his soft breath blowing against my palms. His breath hitches a moment and I know he’s awake when a wet tongue commences to lave my fingers.

“Morning, luv,” he says huskily.

“Morning, Jack,” I reply with a smile. His hands stroke up the length of my body and he guides my head down to press our lips together. My mornings have never been so perfect. I want nothing to change this - ever.

We kiss gently, but as our desire grows so does the kiss until we’re passionately fighting with tongues and lips. Hands slide over bed-warmed skin and we press together. I cry out into Jack’s mouth as one sly hand finds my hardening cock and begins to stroke it. Not to be out done, I let my hands wander downward, squeezing tight nipples before I pull at his pubic hair. Jack grunts into my mouth, and I shove my tongue deeper inside taking control of the kiss. My hand wraps around his erect cock, he’s hard and already dripping onto his stomach. I’m not far behind, and I’m soon panting as his clever hand quickly brings me to the brink of orgasm. I return the favour and start to stoke him just as forcibly. We don’t last long, maybe just minutes and before I know what’s happening I scream my climax, Jack’s voice joining mine a breath after.

We collapse back onto the bed and Jaoldsolds me tight. “Never leave me, luv,” he whispers into my ear. He’s never said that before.

The morning continues much the same as every day before it. There’s always too much work to be done on board ship and none of the crew have any time to be idle. Before I know it, it’s past lunch and Jack comes over to me at the wheel with refreshments (including a bottle of rum for him). The day is like every other. It started like every other for the past seven years. I expected it to continue like every other...but it doesn’t.

Out of the blue a cry goes up! “English!” The call echoes around the ship, more join in as the crew rush to battle stations. ‘English’ is a called out when the lookout spots an English naval war-ship. We’ve run into them before, but lately they have been scouting these waters with more fervour. Jack had been talking of going over to Africa for a few months until they reduce their patrols. At the sight of a naval warship we usually turn tail and run. Those galleon-sized vessels carry too many men and far too many armouries for us to stand and fight. They also sail heavy in the water making running easier.

Jack takes the wheel, gives the order to ready the guns and prepares to retreat. Men are rushing around, hauling the sails up, and loading the guns. At times like these I feel useless because of my blindness and incapacities. I know I can’t really do a lot, so I manage to stay out the way.

Suddenly, there is a cry of a second war-ship. Then a third. This is most unusual. A fourth ship is spotted. We are surrounded.

Jack knows we’re done for. He takes my hand and holds me tight against him as he controls the wheel. If we go down it will be together with the Pearl. I hear the crew holler abuse as the ships get closer, and closer, and closer.

“Parley!” A shout goes out and I know it’s not from the Black pearl. “We wish to speak to Captain Sparrow.”

This is new. I tighten my hold on Jack and he wraps an arm around my middle. “I’ll be Captain Sparrow!” he yells back, and he guides me over to the edge of the ship. I catch the rail with my hand and try to face in the direction of the voice. It sounds a little familiar.

“Captain Sparrow, we meet again.”

Norrington. It‘s Commodore Norrington. But what is he doing in these waters? It’s a little out of his sdicsdiction, but then I remember Elizabeth. He could have set out to meet her on the merchant vessel. Damn!

“What do yer want?” Jack snarls with one hand on my hip and the other reaching for his pistol.

“I have come with a proposition!” Norrington yells back. “You will give up your hostage, Mr William Turner and I’ll allow you to go free!”

Hostage!? Me a hostage? Believe me, I’m totally here because I damn well want to be. No one is holding me prisoner.

“Give up Mr Turner, and I won’t be forced to kill you and sink your *lovely* boat.”

“Ship,” Jack replies under his breath, “finest ship on the seven seas.” He yells back louder for Norrington to hear. “Mr Turner is not a hostage but a member of my crew!”

“Really, Mr Sparrow. How can a blind man be a member of your crew? Next you’ll tell me he’s your navigator!”

“It’s Captain Sparrow,” Jack bellows, “And Will belongs here.”

I’m lost for words on what has just happened. I’m in the position of threatening all the lives of the Pearl’s crew and Jack. If only we had never taken that merchant vessel. If only I had never seen Elizabeth again this would wouldn’t have happened. I can’t let Jack be hurt, or the Pearl.

“Ready the cannons,” Norrington shouts to his crew, and I make my decision.

“Jack, you have to let me go.” I wriggle out of his embrace and stand aside.

“What!?” He tries to grab me, but I push his hands away. Tears are burning my eyes but I can’t let them fall. I know that Norrington would have no problem blowing this ship and her crew out of the water. Jack and the others are pirates and the only thing they are good for, to him, is to be hanged. However, I have the power to save him...I hope. I pray that Norrington is true to his word.

“Commodore, I will come aboard, but you have to let the Black Pearl free.”

“Will, no!” Jack tries to catch me, but I make my choice. I want to say so much to him, but I can’t. I turn and dive into the water below. “WILL!”

“Man overboard!”

*~*

I don’t know what happened to Jack and the Pearl. I only know that when I was pulled from the water he and his ship was gone. It was Norrington’s men that pulled me out. Everything was a bit of blur after that. I didn’t know where I was; I was totally lost in my surroundings. A man had to guide me into a cabin and there I was left. Not long after when I cha changed and warm, a woman enters my room. I know it’s a woman, I can smell her flowery perfume.

“Elizabeth,” I say her name with a sigh and let a couple of frustrated tears run free.

“Oh Will,” she cries, running over to me and wrapping her arms around my neck. I don’t return her embrace; I can only stand still and stiff as she holds me. After a moment, she feels me stiffen and stepck. ck. “Will, I never dreamed you would still be alive. It must have been awful, but you’re safe now.”

The tears fall. I can’t hold them back. She’s kidnapped me from the only home I’ve known for the last seven years. She’s taken me from my lover and she say’s it must have been awful?! This is awful. Parting from Jack *is* awful. I sit and cry, and Elizabeth holds me, comforts me. I’m not comforted, only one person can ever do that and now he’s gone.

~*~*~*~

TBC