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Legends of the Treasure Child
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Pirates of the Caribbean (All) › Slash - Male/Male
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Category:
Pirates of the Caribbean (All) › Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
32
Views:
12,774
Reviews:
37
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own the Pirates of the Caribbean movie series, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Legends of the Treasure Child
SPOILER ALERT: Do not read this story if you haven’t seen At World’s End.
An unlikely guest
The sky was dark and heavy with thick stormy clouds. The rain came whipping down, like thousands of small hooves drumming against the floorboards of the Flying Dutchman. Calypso was obviously not in a good mood this evening, opening all the sluices of the heavens, clouding the sky above for all to be covered in darkness, unleashing a multitude of strongest of winds whipping up the sea with her fury, something which meant a busy night for Captain William Turner. If only the good common folk kept their heads and hearts right and stayed at home, not braving the storm.
As always, William’s thoughts settled on Elisabeth, hoping and praying she stayed safely indoors, wherever she was this night. He’d sailed for seven years now, passing the time with as many chores as possible, trying not to brood too much. He was not about to admit defeat, to have doubts of her devotion to him, and clung to the trust he held in her to keep true to him. They had been through so much, and now there were only three years left, three small years and they’d be with each other again.
"Small boat on starboard side!" he heard his father shout.
Will looked up to meet his father’s gaze, then following Bill’s outstretched arm with his eyes until they landed upon a drifting light boat. The high waters made several attempts at it, but somehow it made it through every wave, snaking its way towards the Flying Dutchman.
"Are there anyone on board?!" Will shouted through the heavy rain.
"Aye! I see one man but no oars! Do we bring him in?!" Bill shouted back, struggling to keep his footing on the slippery floorboards while the winds swept across the deck, tugging hard at his coat.
"There’s something familiar with that figure…, aye we do!" William replied, tying the rudder fast to the helm with a rope before getting downstairs to aid his father. They managed to secure a line to the boat, towing it in as best as they could whilst the sea quested to devour them, the stranger and his boat all at once. Immortal as he may be, Will still felt the chill of the stormy waters as wave upon wave hit him, and he rejoiced at the icy feeling, reminding him of hard times with Elisabeth whilst racing to the world’s end for Jack, hearing her voice in his mind, telling him she loved him and to hang on, we’re almost there. Will looked down to meet the face of the stranger still sitting in the light boat, a jolt of surprise running through his spine as he realized he was looking at Captain Jack Sparrow.
It took both father and son to get Sparrow out of the boat and onto deck, for Sparrow was soaked, fatigued and lethargic. Nor did the captain acknowledge their presence or respond, and Will gathered that the captain had had some kind of shock. It was horrendous to look at the state of the man, and Will felt sympathy for his friend, for his clothes were in rags and he was bloody and bruised, frantically holding on to a small leather bag.
"What a mess, Jack. Let’s get you inside. I can assure you though that you’re not dead, or I would have known", William said softly, trying to comfort Sparrow as best he could. "Mr. Turner, take the helm will you?"
"Aye Sir", replied his father solemnly, reluctantly leaving his son and his fellow pirate friend. He stopped in the doorway, looking at Jack who suddenly raised his gaze to look at him, and heard Jack whisper: "Hey there, Bootstrap." "Ye be all right, Jack." Bill replied and nodded. He then left, struggling to shut the door behind him as the wind once again tugged hard at his coat, glad to know that Jack seemed to be coming around.
"Good to see you again, my friend. I didn’t expect—" Will suddenly froze. From Jack’s leather bag came a complaining noise, like a faint meow at first, then rising to the unmistakable sound of an infant.
"Jack?" William said, his eyes darting from Jack’s indifferent face, to the squirming leather bag and down to the torn pants, the bloody crotch, the blood trickling down, pooling around Jack’s bare feet and then back up at Jack’s face. Will heard himself repeat Jack’s name as a question, more shock in his voice than what he’d opted for. Jack couldn’t have, could he? It just wasn’t natural.
"Could I have a dry blanket please?" Jack asked quietly, rousing himself out of his lethargy, unfastening the straps that kept the leather bag tight to his chest. When Will returned with the blanket, he stopped dead infront of Jack who had unfolded the leather bag unto the floor, revealing a tiny living, breathing newborn child drenched in salty water and blood. Will remained glued to the floorboards of the captain’s cabin he’d remade. The infant wailed, clearly disliking losing the warmth and comfort of Jack’s wet yet warm chest. It was naked, perfectly shaped, kicking and screaming for Jack to pick him up again. Jack finally looked up at Will, motioning for the ex-blacksmith to give him the blanket. Will came closer, handing Jack the brown woven fabric staring open-mouthed at the child. The child seemed to notice him, yet not stopping his wailing for a second. It was a boy with golden eyes..
"Where did—" Will began, "how did—"
"Just let me rest here a while, Will."
William left him alone without questioning him further, knowing that he’d have to put Jack ashore with the living sooner or later. Where Will and the Dutchman roamed these days, were no place for Jack and an infant. But if he had any say in it, it would be later, for the Jack who now lay in his cabin was not the Jack Will was used to dealing with. He went back up to the helm, joining Bill who stood gazing towards the horizon, his brows deeply furrowed. The heavy seas had calmed a bit, and the skies had opened up, yet the rain continued to pour down on their backs.
"So, the captain’s got himself a baby then", Bill stated.
"How’d you know?" Will said surprised.
"When I entered the light boat, he’d just rid himself of the remains, the navel cord…!"
"How’s it possible? Jack’s a man! Men don’t give birth to babies, except—"
"—except when there are demons involved, aye. But I’d have to take a closer look at the little one to know which demon it was."
"He fornicated with a demon? I can’t believe it! That’s just outright…, no not Jack! But the child had golden eyes."
"Golden you say? Golden…!” Bill was lost deep in thoughts for a moment, before he turned back to his son. "Nay, I’m afraid Jack did no such thing as fornicating. I’m pretty sure it was rape."
An unlikely guest
The sky was dark and heavy with thick stormy clouds. The rain came whipping down, like thousands of small hooves drumming against the floorboards of the Flying Dutchman. Calypso was obviously not in a good mood this evening, opening all the sluices of the heavens, clouding the sky above for all to be covered in darkness, unleashing a multitude of strongest of winds whipping up the sea with her fury, something which meant a busy night for Captain William Turner. If only the good common folk kept their heads and hearts right and stayed at home, not braving the storm.
As always, William’s thoughts settled on Elisabeth, hoping and praying she stayed safely indoors, wherever she was this night. He’d sailed for seven years now, passing the time with as many chores as possible, trying not to brood too much. He was not about to admit defeat, to have doubts of her devotion to him, and clung to the trust he held in her to keep true to him. They had been through so much, and now there were only three years left, three small years and they’d be with each other again.
"Small boat on starboard side!" he heard his father shout.
Will looked up to meet his father’s gaze, then following Bill’s outstretched arm with his eyes until they landed upon a drifting light boat. The high waters made several attempts at it, but somehow it made it through every wave, snaking its way towards the Flying Dutchman.
"Are there anyone on board?!" Will shouted through the heavy rain.
"Aye! I see one man but no oars! Do we bring him in?!" Bill shouted back, struggling to keep his footing on the slippery floorboards while the winds swept across the deck, tugging hard at his coat.
"There’s something familiar with that figure…, aye we do!" William replied, tying the rudder fast to the helm with a rope before getting downstairs to aid his father. They managed to secure a line to the boat, towing it in as best as they could whilst the sea quested to devour them, the stranger and his boat all at once. Immortal as he may be, Will still felt the chill of the stormy waters as wave upon wave hit him, and he rejoiced at the icy feeling, reminding him of hard times with Elisabeth whilst racing to the world’s end for Jack, hearing her voice in his mind, telling him she loved him and to hang on, we’re almost there. Will looked down to meet the face of the stranger still sitting in the light boat, a jolt of surprise running through his spine as he realized he was looking at Captain Jack Sparrow.
It took both father and son to get Sparrow out of the boat and onto deck, for Sparrow was soaked, fatigued and lethargic. Nor did the captain acknowledge their presence or respond, and Will gathered that the captain had had some kind of shock. It was horrendous to look at the state of the man, and Will felt sympathy for his friend, for his clothes were in rags and he was bloody and bruised, frantically holding on to a small leather bag.
"What a mess, Jack. Let’s get you inside. I can assure you though that you’re not dead, or I would have known", William said softly, trying to comfort Sparrow as best he could. "Mr. Turner, take the helm will you?"
"Aye Sir", replied his father solemnly, reluctantly leaving his son and his fellow pirate friend. He stopped in the doorway, looking at Jack who suddenly raised his gaze to look at him, and heard Jack whisper: "Hey there, Bootstrap." "Ye be all right, Jack." Bill replied and nodded. He then left, struggling to shut the door behind him as the wind once again tugged hard at his coat, glad to know that Jack seemed to be coming around.
"Good to see you again, my friend. I didn’t expect—" Will suddenly froze. From Jack’s leather bag came a complaining noise, like a faint meow at first, then rising to the unmistakable sound of an infant.
"Jack?" William said, his eyes darting from Jack’s indifferent face, to the squirming leather bag and down to the torn pants, the bloody crotch, the blood trickling down, pooling around Jack’s bare feet and then back up at Jack’s face. Will heard himself repeat Jack’s name as a question, more shock in his voice than what he’d opted for. Jack couldn’t have, could he? It just wasn’t natural.
"Could I have a dry blanket please?" Jack asked quietly, rousing himself out of his lethargy, unfastening the straps that kept the leather bag tight to his chest. When Will returned with the blanket, he stopped dead infront of Jack who had unfolded the leather bag unto the floor, revealing a tiny living, breathing newborn child drenched in salty water and blood. Will remained glued to the floorboards of the captain’s cabin he’d remade. The infant wailed, clearly disliking losing the warmth and comfort of Jack’s wet yet warm chest. It was naked, perfectly shaped, kicking and screaming for Jack to pick him up again. Jack finally looked up at Will, motioning for the ex-blacksmith to give him the blanket. Will came closer, handing Jack the brown woven fabric staring open-mouthed at the child. The child seemed to notice him, yet not stopping his wailing for a second. It was a boy with golden eyes..
"Where did—" Will began, "how did—"
"Just let me rest here a while, Will."
William left him alone without questioning him further, knowing that he’d have to put Jack ashore with the living sooner or later. Where Will and the Dutchman roamed these days, were no place for Jack and an infant. But if he had any say in it, it would be later, for the Jack who now lay in his cabin was not the Jack Will was used to dealing with. He went back up to the helm, joining Bill who stood gazing towards the horizon, his brows deeply furrowed. The heavy seas had calmed a bit, and the skies had opened up, yet the rain continued to pour down on their backs.
"So, the captain’s got himself a baby then", Bill stated.
"How’d you know?" Will said surprised.
"When I entered the light boat, he’d just rid himself of the remains, the navel cord…!"
"How’s it possible? Jack’s a man! Men don’t give birth to babies, except—"
"—except when there are demons involved, aye. But I’d have to take a closer look at the little one to know which demon it was."
"He fornicated with a demon? I can’t believe it! That’s just outright…, no not Jack! But the child had golden eyes."
"Golden you say? Golden…!” Bill was lost deep in thoughts for a moment, before he turned back to his son. "Nay, I’m afraid Jack did no such thing as fornicating. I’m pretty sure it was rape."