The Perfect Gift
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Pirates of the Caribbean (All) › Slash - Male/Male › Jack/Will
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
2
Views:
2,512
Reviews:
10
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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The Perfect Gift
The Perfect Gift
The man wandering frantically through the cave would have caught the eye of anyone, if there had been anyone to see. He meandered in a wavering yet determined pattern throwing things to the left and the right, pocketing things every so often. The man had the look of a lunatic from all appearances, but the words burbling from his mouth would have surprised the one that judged so soon.
“Birthday, birthday, what to get for a birthday. Something to liven things up. Some rum! That would boring. Something boom-ish – start things out with a bang, or maybe something sharp and shiny? That always gets the blood pumping. Perhaps something pirate-y. Oh, that’ll do.”
Grabbing the item he hurried from the cave, unexpectedly taking a straight path. He knew he wasn’t where he was supposed to be, but he liked being a thief. He liked being a pirate. There were standards to maintain in this line of business after all.
“I’ll bring rum anyway. You can never have enough rum.” He muttered as he walked away.
Captain Jack Sparrow was an excellent gift giver.
*
“Cap’n Turner,” His bos’n called. “There’s the fading soul over there!”
Will Turner turned, looked where his crewman pointed, and sighed. Another seaman marooned it seemed. It had taken nearly a century to clean the mess that Davy Jones had left behind, but there was never a true shortage of work. There was no doubt the sea was a harsh mistress, but the men who claimed to rule her were most often crueler.
His men worked with flawless precision bringing the ship alongside the rock jutting from the water. Bootstrap had lowered the ladder knowing his son’s wishes before they were voiced. Will gave all living souls the chance that the ship’s former master had, but with far more honor. One hundred years of servitude was no longer the dreaded chore it had been. He proudly followed down the ladder.
“Death comes to us all, sailor,” Will spoke softly. “But if you would deny him for a time I offer you a bargain. “
The man was face down, one arm out stretched and bleeding from the clean cut of a knife. Will felt nothing but pity as he realized the man had chosen a swift death rather than starve slowly. The pity turned quickly to horror as he realized who the man in front of him was.
“Jack, what have you done?”
The “sailor” turned with a cocky grin. “I’ve come to wish you happy birthday, lad.”
“What?”
“Look, it’s a skull!”
“Jack, are you mad? You’re bleeding to death to bring me a birthday present?”
He frowned, “But it’s a nice skull.”
“Lots of blood, Jack.”
“Fine! If you don’t like your present I’m keeping it.”
“It’s a skull, it’s nice and round, but I’m more concerned that you’re dying!”
“You like my present?”
“YES!”
“Oh good. I brought rum.” He grinned producing some casks, and whispered loudly. “One of them’s the good stuff. Can’t have the crew celebrating the same as captains y’know.”
“Oh for the love of God, someone get me some bandages.” Will called out to his crew.
“Nope, no need. Now where did I put it?” He muttered to himself. “Ah, there’s the devil.”
He triumphantly displayed a medium sized jug, uncorked it and took a healthy swig. The blood around him began to crawl back into his arm, rising from the sea until all he had lost was returned and the cut healed. Oblivious to the stunned amazement around him, he carefully re-corked and looked around eagerly.
“What in the seven seas was that?”
“Capt. Jack never gives his secrets away, lad.” He said with a wink. “Now, bring on the dancing girls! It’s the time for a party!”
Completely mystified, Will protested, “It’s not my birthday.”
“It’s not?”
A slow shake was his reply.
“Anniversary?”
Another shake.
“Does that mean there aren’t any girls?” He asked disappointed. “Well, I’m sure something of historical significance happened today, and that requires a celebration. And rum, lots of rum. Plus, I brought you a skull which I know you are just overflowing with gratitude for.” He began to climb the ladder, leaving the two Turners to bring the casks. “I know, it’s Celebrate Your Captain Day! That means you got me a present too!”
“I didn’t know you were coming!”
The crew moved away giving the two legendary men a clear space, but not leaving. This was one of those conversations that could be repeated forever, and good stories deserved to be told accurately.
“But It’s Celebrate Your Captain Day, and I was definitely your captain!”
“You just made the damned holiday up! How am I supposed to have gotten you a gift?” The younger demanded.
“Are you saying I wasn’t a good captain for you?” He asked. “Now that cuts deep, William. I got you a ship!”
“Yes, and all I had to do was die for it!” Was the shouted reply.
“Not entirely,” He sniffed. “You’re standing right here and you’re still a captain.”
“Jack, even if I had know you were coming the only thing around me is fish! I can only go ashore once every ten years, and I haven’t even taken those since Elizabeth died.”
“I like that! I got you a skull for your birthday, nearly bled to death on a cold, deserted rock I floated to on kegs of rum, sat there waiting for you to come and meet me, and you were late by the way, and you can’t even be bothered to get me a gift when I specifically brought you one. I’m keeping the skull!”
“I’m going to drag you down to the Locker you lunatic! Why do I even bother to listen to you? All you do is talk in circles and drive me mad!”
“Actually,” He said holding up a finger. “I wouldn’t mind going there again. I had some fascinating people I was talking to and I wouldn’t mind talking to them again.”
“You were talking to yourself.” Will ground out through clenched teeth. “There was no one to talk to and you imagined a crew of yourself to order about when the ship was completely landlocked.”
“You’re not making any sense, mate.”
Will screamed to the sea. “Neither are you!”
“C’mon, I think we need to get you out of the sun.” He lead will towards his cabin.
“You’re talkin to water, and that’s just crazy.
Will could only laugh helplessly as he was taken inside. Seconds later Jack scurried out of the door and grabbed the larger barrel of rum and rolled it into the cabin glaring around suspiciously. The crew watched him as he went in and came out again, this time holding the captain’s sword. He took it to Bootstrap.
“You might want to hold on to this for a little bit. He seems a tad high strung at the moment, and this is sharp and pointy-like.” He looked around, noting all the stares. “Go about your business, men! There’s nothing to see here!”
Bootstrap only shook his head. It didn’t matter how many years passed, Jack never changed his ways. In fact, he didn’t even want to know how he’d survived this long. He called out orders that would keep them sailing to the north, this was bound to take a while.
TBC ~ With smut!
The man wandering frantically through the cave would have caught the eye of anyone, if there had been anyone to see. He meandered in a wavering yet determined pattern throwing things to the left and the right, pocketing things every so often. The man had the look of a lunatic from all appearances, but the words burbling from his mouth would have surprised the one that judged so soon.
“Birthday, birthday, what to get for a birthday. Something to liven things up. Some rum! That would boring. Something boom-ish – start things out with a bang, or maybe something sharp and shiny? That always gets the blood pumping. Perhaps something pirate-y. Oh, that’ll do.”
Grabbing the item he hurried from the cave, unexpectedly taking a straight path. He knew he wasn’t where he was supposed to be, but he liked being a thief. He liked being a pirate. There were standards to maintain in this line of business after all.
“I’ll bring rum anyway. You can never have enough rum.” He muttered as he walked away.
Captain Jack Sparrow was an excellent gift giver.
*
“Cap’n Turner,” His bos’n called. “There’s the fading soul over there!”
Will Turner turned, looked where his crewman pointed, and sighed. Another seaman marooned it seemed. It had taken nearly a century to clean the mess that Davy Jones had left behind, but there was never a true shortage of work. There was no doubt the sea was a harsh mistress, but the men who claimed to rule her were most often crueler.
His men worked with flawless precision bringing the ship alongside the rock jutting from the water. Bootstrap had lowered the ladder knowing his son’s wishes before they were voiced. Will gave all living souls the chance that the ship’s former master had, but with far more honor. One hundred years of servitude was no longer the dreaded chore it had been. He proudly followed down the ladder.
“Death comes to us all, sailor,” Will spoke softly. “But if you would deny him for a time I offer you a bargain. “
The man was face down, one arm out stretched and bleeding from the clean cut of a knife. Will felt nothing but pity as he realized the man had chosen a swift death rather than starve slowly. The pity turned quickly to horror as he realized who the man in front of him was.
“Jack, what have you done?”
The “sailor” turned with a cocky grin. “I’ve come to wish you happy birthday, lad.”
“What?”
“Look, it’s a skull!”
“Jack, are you mad? You’re bleeding to death to bring me a birthday present?”
He frowned, “But it’s a nice skull.”
“Lots of blood, Jack.”
“Fine! If you don’t like your present I’m keeping it.”
“It’s a skull, it’s nice and round, but I’m more concerned that you’re dying!”
“You like my present?”
“YES!”
“Oh good. I brought rum.” He grinned producing some casks, and whispered loudly. “One of them’s the good stuff. Can’t have the crew celebrating the same as captains y’know.”
“Oh for the love of God, someone get me some bandages.” Will called out to his crew.
“Nope, no need. Now where did I put it?” He muttered to himself. “Ah, there’s the devil.”
He triumphantly displayed a medium sized jug, uncorked it and took a healthy swig. The blood around him began to crawl back into his arm, rising from the sea until all he had lost was returned and the cut healed. Oblivious to the stunned amazement around him, he carefully re-corked and looked around eagerly.
“What in the seven seas was that?”
“Capt. Jack never gives his secrets away, lad.” He said with a wink. “Now, bring on the dancing girls! It’s the time for a party!”
Completely mystified, Will protested, “It’s not my birthday.”
“It’s not?”
A slow shake was his reply.
“Anniversary?”
Another shake.
“Does that mean there aren’t any girls?” He asked disappointed. “Well, I’m sure something of historical significance happened today, and that requires a celebration. And rum, lots of rum. Plus, I brought you a skull which I know you are just overflowing with gratitude for.” He began to climb the ladder, leaving the two Turners to bring the casks. “I know, it’s Celebrate Your Captain Day! That means you got me a present too!”
“I didn’t know you were coming!”
The crew moved away giving the two legendary men a clear space, but not leaving. This was one of those conversations that could be repeated forever, and good stories deserved to be told accurately.
“But It’s Celebrate Your Captain Day, and I was definitely your captain!”
“You just made the damned holiday up! How am I supposed to have gotten you a gift?” The younger demanded.
“Are you saying I wasn’t a good captain for you?” He asked. “Now that cuts deep, William. I got you a ship!”
“Yes, and all I had to do was die for it!” Was the shouted reply.
“Not entirely,” He sniffed. “You’re standing right here and you’re still a captain.”
“Jack, even if I had know you were coming the only thing around me is fish! I can only go ashore once every ten years, and I haven’t even taken those since Elizabeth died.”
“I like that! I got you a skull for your birthday, nearly bled to death on a cold, deserted rock I floated to on kegs of rum, sat there waiting for you to come and meet me, and you were late by the way, and you can’t even be bothered to get me a gift when I specifically brought you one. I’m keeping the skull!”
“I’m going to drag you down to the Locker you lunatic! Why do I even bother to listen to you? All you do is talk in circles and drive me mad!”
“Actually,” He said holding up a finger. “I wouldn’t mind going there again. I had some fascinating people I was talking to and I wouldn’t mind talking to them again.”
“You were talking to yourself.” Will ground out through clenched teeth. “There was no one to talk to and you imagined a crew of yourself to order about when the ship was completely landlocked.”
“You’re not making any sense, mate.”
Will screamed to the sea. “Neither are you!”
“C’mon, I think we need to get you out of the sun.” He lead will towards his cabin.
“You’re talkin to water, and that’s just crazy.
Will could only laugh helplessly as he was taken inside. Seconds later Jack scurried out of the door and grabbed the larger barrel of rum and rolled it into the cabin glaring around suspiciously. The crew watched him as he went in and came out again, this time holding the captain’s sword. He took it to Bootstrap.
“You might want to hold on to this for a little bit. He seems a tad high strung at the moment, and this is sharp and pointy-like.” He looked around, noting all the stares. “Go about your business, men! There’s nothing to see here!”
Bootstrap only shook his head. It didn’t matter how many years passed, Jack never changed his ways. In fact, he didn’t even want to know how he’d survived this long. He called out orders that would keep them sailing to the north, this was bound to take a while.
TBC ~ With smut!