Yo Ho A Pirate's Life for Me

Okay all I know that you have all been reao kio kill me since it has taken me so so so long to update and for that I'm sorry. My muse ran off and left me stuck on this chapter so it isn't my best work. But hey you really can't complain cause it is a chapter! Now remember when you get to the end review so maybe my muse will work harder. And sorry again...but this chapter isn't beta read so bear with me. It's late I'm tired, it's the best I could do. Have fun!

Chapter 12 The Storm

The days that followed the attack went fairly slow for all concerning. Captain Jack, though not fully healed returned to his place on the pearl commanding the crew, like a captain should. Though still he wasn’t able to stay topside for long, before having to return to his quarters to rest and check on young Turner. Will’s physical form was healing nicely though his mental attitude was suffering, having to be cooped up in Jack’s cabin by himself for most of the hours of the days. He was lonely, hurting and generally miserable.

Jack returned to his cabin, on the morning of the fifth day, to find young mister Turner in one of the foulest moods possible. The boy sat in a huff on the bed, angrily as Ana finished bandaging his wound after cleaning it. Sending Jack a glare that could have killed him ten times over Will turned his head towards the wall and squirmed out of Ana’s grasp. “Enough it’s fine, stop touching me.” He angrily spat out at her, before flopping down on the bed, hissing in pain as the momentum sent waves of pain through his lower back. Grabbing the silk sheet that had been pulled out of the way, Will glared again at Ana and Jack before pulling said sheet over his head as if to hide. Raising an eyebrow, Jack regarded Ana and motioned for her to follow him out of his cabin.

Once on deck, Jack waved his hand at the door and turned to the lady pirate, “What pray tell was that little display all about and don’t go telling me nothing wench, he wasn’t like that when I left him earlier.” “How the hell should I know what is running through your boy’s head, Captain. He is utterly annoying sometimes.” Ana snapped back, leaving before Jack had a chance to reply to her little out burst, it was high time Jack dealt with the on goings of Will Turner’s head.

Sighing Jack watched the retreating back of the lady pirate, absently rubbing his cheek, amazed that this time she hadn’t hauled off and smacked him. Turning on a dime when she was no longer in sight, Jack headed towards his cabin. Taking a deep breath, he headed inside. Will still lay in much the same position, as he was when Jack had exited moments before, the sheet no longer covering his head. Moving stealthy towards the bed, so as not to startle the younger man, once next to it, Jack settled him self down of the soft mattress and leaned over gently kissing Will’s shoulder and resting his chin upon it after.

“Will?”

“GO AWAY JACK!”

“NO, Please tell me what’s wrong William?”

“I don’t want to talk about it, right now OKAY?”

“Nope not okay, I’m captain savvy and if I want to know something you had better tell what it is that I want to know whelp!”

“Bullocks Captain.”

“Mr. Turner have you forgotten your place on board the pearl?”

Will remained silent for a time, not really wanting to get into an argument with Jack, yet at the some time really in the mood for a nice argument at least then he might have a chance to feel alive again. And it was always fun to some extent to watch Jack get all hot and bothered about something, as long as it didn’t go too far, which it was escalading into right now.

“NO, I just don’t want to talk about it Jack. You’ll think me a fool.”

“Will I’d ne’er do that. I love ye Whelp”

“You will though Jack. I know you will, cause I feel like a fool, not the pirate I claim to be. I’m such a wimp, and now all the crew knows it. Maybe I was right the other day when I said I should return to shore…I just don’t know anymore.”

“Will you’re not a fool, and whether you believe it or not the rest of the crew knows that you’re a pirate and a damn good one to boot. The Spanish Wind’s Captain was one of the best swordsmen I’ve ever seen, hell how do ye think I feel, Me Captain Jack Sparrow taken down to the deck, by a Spaniard. I’m grateful to ye whelp, if you hadn’t been there chances are I’d be dead now. Me crews loyal, but they had their hands full with that one, I’m not sure what they would have done. So whether you choose to believe it or not, that’s your problem, cause the rest of us know it.”

“Jack don’t say things like that the crew would have saved you, you’re their captain and their friend.”

“And just what is it that you’re thinking you are to me crew Whelp?”

“Well I’m sure the hell not their captain.”

“Aye that you’re not, but ye are about to become their first Mate luv,”

“Jack…. I can’t be their first mate.”

“Ye can luv, cause I say ye can. Tomorrow I’m going to announce it to me crew, and if they don’t like it I’ll keel haul the lot of them.”

“But Jack, Ana’s your first mate, the crew respects her.”

“Tis true captain the lads respect me.” Ana interrupted while walking in the door with their afternoon meal balanced in her hands, setting it down on the table Ana walked closer to the bed, glancing at Jack, she continued at his nod.

“However young turner I’m the boatswain not the first mate, and yes you can be their first mate after all you are the first person to ever set foot on board the decks of the pearl with the ability to set Jack in line and boy let me tell you that that isn’t an easy thing to be doing. For that and other reasons I’ll be proud to call ya me first mate, Will and I know that the lads would be as well. We don’t want ye to be leaving, not now, not after what just happened, every pirate faces torment in their life. It isn’t a glamorous life like the romantic landlubbers on shore make it out to be. Ye proved to the crew the other day that you’re worth your salt, but taking on that pirate captain, giving us enough time to get Jack out.”

“But?”

“No butt’s about it luv, Ana’s right what doesn’t kill us makes us stronger. It be time you realize that. It’s time to show the crew that you have realized that. Once they know that, no one will mess with you.”

“I’ll be proud to call you me first mate tomorrow Will. But for now I’m still ye superior and as one of your superiors I’m ordering you to eat. And take a nap, and if this…” slapping Jack on the arm “SO called pirate captain continues to bug ye and not let ye take that nap, I’m ordering you to….”

“WENCH! What is this about a so-called pirate Captain? DON’T YE GO FORGETTING THAT I’M STILL YOUR BLOODY CAPTAIN, AND I WOULDN”T TAKE NO LIP FROM THE LIKES OF…”

SLAM

“You….” Jack finished after Ana slammed the door to his cabin shut. Turning to Will who looked about ready to fall over with laughter, Jack poked him in the nose.

“Don’t laugh at your captain Whelp!”


“I…he…wouldn’t…. he, he…. dream…he, he of it Jack.” Will replied swallowing his laughter at Jack’s put out face.

Standing Jack grabbed their afternoon meal up off the table, and carried it over to their bed, setting it down in Will’s lap. Then moved around the room in search of a bottle of rum. “Well I hope that when you’re me first Mate luv you will remember that I’m still captain and you will stay in line unlike that wench.” Grabbing a bottle out of the cabinet, Jack smashed the top off and took a large pull of the spiced rum. Swaying back to, the bed Jack sat down, grabbing his own plate of food off the tray in Will’s lap and digging in.


After finishing most of his lunch, Will pushed the tray away exhaustion creping into his eyes, his injured body refusing to stay awake much longer. Noting this Jack quickly removed the tray from his lap before the boy managed to spill the remainder of it on the bed sheets. Moving back to the bed, Jack quickly helped Will lie down so as not to aggravate his healing wound. Pulling sheesheets up, Jack tucked them around young Turners form and kissed him gently on the forehead, before picking up the remainder of lunch and his precious rum and heading out the door back topside. He’d be back to check on Will later… and perhaps then they could open the chest that Gibbs had brought him off the Spanish Wind.


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Back topside, Jack took the helm of his beloved ship. Running a weathered palm over the smooth wood of the pearl’s wheel Jack spoke to his beloved ship. Off in the distance he could tell that a storm was coming, breaking just over the horizon not far off. They were too far away from any port, and didn’t have time to escape the storm as the winds had already started to pick up. Cursing under his breath about not spying the storm earlier, Jack began shouting orders out to his crew to make ready for the breaking of the storm. Spying Ana in the distance, yelling out orders to the crew. He called her to the helm.

“Take the wheel. I’ve got to go warn Turner about the approaching storm. I’ll be back.” Jack hollered over the increasing winds.

Nodding her head Ana quickly took the spokes of the Pearl’s wheel in hand and began guiding the fair lady through the building waves, signaling the beginnings of the storm.


Slamming the door open partially due to the wind, and to the force behind his thrust, Jack headed into his cabin. He wasn’t all that surprised to find, Will blinking the sleep from his eyes having just been startled awake by the heavy door slamming in the wall. Turning owlish eyes on Jack Will looked at him questionably.

Taking a shirt and a pair of breeches out of the truck at the end of the bed, Jack tossed it to Will. “Luv there’s a storm coming in fast, it’ll be breaking against us only in a matter of moments. The pearl will hold, but the ride is going to be bumpy and ill feeling. Now it’s important that you stay here and try not to do anything stupid, savvy?”

“Jack…”

“Luv you be too weak to stand topside with the rest of the crew, all it would take would be one wave crashing on you and you’d be washed over board so fast ye wouldn’t have time to think.”

“What about you…. don’t deny it Captain. You’re not your normal self either and don’t think that you have managed to hide that obvious limp that well. I can see it in your eyes that leg pains you a great deal. What if a wave hits you, will you even be able to stand under its force?”

“You let me worry about that whelp, after all I’m Captain Jack Sparrow and no storm, or wave for that matter is going to keep me from being at my Ladies side during a fight.”

“What about your injured and sick lovers side?”

“My what? You must be mistaken luv; don’t you be meaning my injured lover? Last I looked ye weren’t sick. But alas ye are right. How can an old foolish pirate Captain decide between me lady and me luv?”

Looking down at Will, Jack grinned. Reaching for the still naked boy Jack hoisted Will up over his shoulder, and smacked him three times on the rump carefully, mindful of the boy’s still healing wound. Turning his head, Jack placed a small kiss, just below Will’s left hip before nipping it playfully. And sucking the tender flesh into his mouth, working at the skin for a bit before pulling back, leaving young Will with a love bite glowing brightly on his pale white baby’s bottom skin. Lowering Will down back onto the bed, Jack once again threw the cloths at Will.

“Ye best be getting dressed luv, unless of course ye be wanting me crew to have a show? Well of course a bigger show then what they’ll already be getting.”

Leaving Will to dress, Jack started hunting threw his cabin for a rope or anything else he could use to tie young Mr. Turner to the spokes of the pearl’s wheel, and to himself. As much as he hated to admit it the boy was right, he wasn’t in the greatest shape, not as bad as the boy, but not great either, he knew he wouldn’t last the storm unless he where to tie himself to his ship. The pearl would do the rest; all she needed was a hand to guide her. And Jack aimed that hand be his, not one of the rest of his crew.

“AH HA” Jack yelled, pulling a rope out of one of the many trunks in the room. Jack still wasn’t sure if in fact he should be taking young Turner out into the storm, especially since he was yet to be all healed, but his need and want to feel the boys strong frame against his own as he guided his lady threw the storm won out in the end.

“Will lad, this is a tad but dangerous and me thinks that it would be better for you to stay here and try not to be doing anything stupid. However I be giving you the choice lad, either stay here or come to the helm with me…if you do however ye too will be tied to the wheel.”

“I’m coming with you Jack, someone has to make sure that the storm doesn’t wash you away sometime during the dark night. Besides I don’t think I could take it hiding down here not knowing if you’re all right or not. So I’m coming with ya.”

“All right, fairs fair I guess, we better be going lad, before the deck is too slippery for me sore leg and ye sore body to be walking across.”
When the pair reemerged from Jack’s cabin the winds had already picked up a great deal. Heading towards the helm both were quickly rewarded with Ana Maria’s disapproving glare.

“Neither of you are strong enough to be out here in this weather, Jack I had thought you’d be knowing that the boy is still to weak to be being out here with this kind of storm breaking on the horizon it’s only going to be minutes before the pearl breaks upon it. The waves will knock the both of ye down, no problem.”

“WENCH! I’m Captain Jack Sparrow! No one and I mean no one is going to be guiding me lady through this storm but me, and as for the whelp he’ll be tied to me and the pearl through the whole storm, he’ll be fine. Now get down and help the men secure the sails we be in for one hell of a ride.”

When Ana moved off, Jack quickly tied Will and himself to the spokes of the wheel. Reaching about Will’s body Jack pulled him in for a quick and tender kiss. Breaking it much to soon for Will’s liking Jack hugged the younger man to his body and replaced his weather beahandhands on the smooth wood of the pearl. Silently listening to the words of the lady.

Will stood perfectly still within Jack’s grasp content at the moment to let Jack hold him up. Looking off into the distance he saw the most frightening storm breaking upon the horizon and sedately by the second growing closer and the pearl knifed through the darkening water of the Caribbean ocean. The storm looked worse than the one that had broken over their heads when they had been on the interceptor, compared to this one that one had been tame.

It didn’t take long before the waves started to swell up, twenty or thirty feet. The pearl rose and fell with each terrifyingly high wave. Waves began splashing over the sides knocking the men off their normally steady sea legs. At that moment, Jack changed, his calm collected look melted off his face leaving him with the mad, crazed look that Will had only seen once before, back when they were on the Interceptor on their way to go save Jack’s lady love and Elizabeth. Scooting back so that his back was more firmly pressed into Jack’s stomach Will began to wonder what in the seven sea’s of the hell had made him decide to come out of Jack’s cabin into the stormy freezing night.

Jack let go of the wheel only briefly with one hand and hugged Will to his chest, then with a mighty shove pushed Will into the wheel and pressed his own body up against Will’s back, so that he was able to keep Will close and be able to stir the pearl at the same time. Will could feel Jack’s hardened member pushing into the tender flesh of his buttocks, and easily to say his own pants grew a little tighter. However as the winds picked up even further and the rain started, Will no longer had time to think about the rock hardness that was digging into his backside.

The pearl rocked violently as she was hit with everything that the storm had to hit her with. Waves continued to crash up over the sides filling the pearl with the oceans water. The wind blew in such strong angry gusts that the rain made it almost impossible to see anything, not even could you see the blacking of night. Jack’s rock hard body behind him Will realized was the only way that he was able to stay upright. His back burned beyond belief, and he wished beyond doubt that he could lie down, but he knew that there was absolutely no way that he was going to leave his lover out here in this kind of weather besides he would never have made it back inside.

Jack, could feel the weakening of his lover in front of him, hell he knew that the boy was probably in a great deal of pain, as he himself was in agony from supporting his lovers growing weaker body and his own in this terrible storm. Risking the pearl for a second Jack let go of her bobbing wheel with one and hand grasped Will’s wrists, shouting as loud as he could,

“Will I need ye help lad, take a hold of me pearl!”

Whether Will heard him or not he couldn’t be sure, but after a time, both of Will’s hands grasped the smooth weathered wood of the pearl’s wheel right next to those of Jacks.


Crashing threw a wave, the unmistakable sound of splintering wood could be heard followed by the faint curses of the crew as their yells where drowned out by the storm. Turning within Jack’s grasp, Will tried to see through the storm to tell what had just happened however the rain and wind made it so he could barely see two inches in front of his face.

“Captain we should drop canvas!” A voice that sounded like Gibbs shouted out through the storm.

Hearing Jack growl, before yelling out. “She can hold a bit longer, we’ll last the storms almost over.”

Wondering how Jack could possibly know that, Will called out,

“How can you tell Jack?”

“Easy Whelp the Pearl just told me. Hold he wheel lad, the pearl will do the rest.”

Will almost lost his grip on the wheel as Jack’s hands where suddenly gone. Turning in Jack’s embrace Will tried to look back and figure out just what captain Jack was doing, however unable to do so, Will almost lost his grip on the pearl causing it to veer starboard sharply. Raising a hand Jack smacked Will’s hands,

“Did I not tell you to hold the wheel whelp?” Jack called into Will’s ear.

“Jack you did, but I don’t know the first thing about stirring the pearl through a storm.”
“I told you whelp just hold the spokes the pearl will do the rest.”

Removing his hands once again from the wheel, Jack’s hands disappeared from Will’s view.

For a time, it was just as Jack had said it would be Will held the wheel and the pearl did in fact do the rest. It wasn’t until Jack’s hands came out of their hiding place that things started to get interesting again. The sudden feel of warm hands on his bare skin about his hips, near his healing wound startled Will enough to make him jump just barely able to keep his grip on the wheel. Said hands soon after slid into his many layers of clothing, gently rubbing circles on his hips and sides.

As his hands moved forward will found himself being pulled into a fierce hug. Letting lose with a moan, though he wasn’t sure if it was from pain of having his injured back treated so roughly or if it was the fact that he now had Jack’s extremely hard member pushing into the cleft of the ass. Sensing that Will was now completely at his mercy, Jack began rocking his hips, fucking young Turner through his clothes.

After a time Jack grew tired of teasing, and slid his hands once again into Will’s clothing, only this time into his pants. Teasing the young man, Jack worked at his buttocks for a while before moving to the front, where he wrapped his rough hand around Will’s hardening member, working it slowly the rest of the way to hardness, while the other hand moved to tease Will’s aching sacs.

It didn’t take long for Will to turn to putty in his arms, slumping against Jack’s body barely able to stay on his own two feet it was all Will could do the continue to stir the pearl.

Hands released and the torture stopped, as Jack once again grabbed the waist of Will’s breeches and pulled them down off his hips. Opening the front of his own breeches, Jack dipped his fingers into the pre-cum oozing out of his rock hard member. Wetting his fingers sufficiently Jack coated Will’s tight opening, before sliding his fingers inside. Make quick work of stretching young Turner, Jack carefully made sure to stay away from the boys sweet spot, he wasn’t about to let the boy blow his load just yet.

Will twisted and moaned in ecstasy as Jack’s fingers entered his body, desperately wanting Jack to hit his sweet spot, yet the touch never came, before Jack’s fingers left his tight channel. His moans of loss never reaching Jack’s ears as the winds of the storm carried away the sound banishing it up into the heavens.

Positioning at the boy’s entrance Jack pushed his way slowly inside, Will’s body though prepare was still extremely tight from his standing up position, and Jack had no intention of injuring said boy further then he already was. Wrapping his arms even tighter about the boy to help himself ease in further, Jack could feel Will’s normally rock solid body wavering. Stilling once he was all the way sheathed inside, to allow Will to get used to the feeling of a very tight and extremely full bottom. Any sounds of pain where once again carried away from with the storm so silence met Jack’s ears. After a time of the torturous waiting, Jack began a mind boggling slow pace, enough to drive a snail insane, each thrust aimed away from the boy’s sweet spot. Crying out in frustration, Will squirmed about trying to get some pleasure, but Jack stayed 100% away from his spot. Just as Will was about to pull away from Jack, the pace quickened and grew harder yet still avoided his sweet spot all together.

Growing frustrated at the lack of pleasure he was gaining from Jack’s little exploit, in the middf thf the one of the worst storms Will had ever seen, he started to pull away from Jack. Sensing that the boy was about to do something incredibly stupid, Jack easily changed his position and slammed his hardened member up into Will’s prostate with a forceful thrust. The sensation crumplWillWill’s knees causing him to almost loose his grip on the pearl as he sagged into Jack’s arms delirious with ecstasy.

As the heat on board the Pearl started to heat up, the storm stirring around them started to settle. The winds lowered considerably, allowing the white caped swells to ease down from their beating rhythm on the sides of the Pearl giving the crew a chance to stand upright.

Slamming in and out of Will each time hitting his sweet spot with enough pressure to knock an elephant to the ground; Jack continued his amazingly wonderful pace. Wrapping his weather beaten hands tighter around Will, reaching for his rock hard cock, taking it in hand, Jack proceeded to pump it in time with his thrusts. Feeling the muscle tighten in his hand, Jack pounded once more into Will, causing the younger to explode forcefully into Jack’s waiting hand. Supporting Will as his legs went out from under him, and barely grabbing the helm at the same time, Jack exploded into Will’s tight slippery channel. Collapsing into Will’s body unable to hold his own weight and that of young Turner, after such an amazing exploit of sex.

The Pearl reeled starboard, as the weight of Jack’s body slamming into his own already exhausted body, caused Will to finally release the helm and crash to the ground. In the distance he could hear the men cursing at being thrown off balance once again. The storm had ended and they hadn’t been expecting such a thing to happen. Jack, hearing the grunts as well forced his body back enough that he could pull out of young Turner and fasten his and Will’s pants, before his injured body collapsed again. Running a hand over the weather beaten wood of the pearl, Jack whispered words of comfort to his lady apologizing for the mistreatment.

Ana arrived at the helm only minutes later fire blazing in her eyes, bearing the look of a half drowned animal, Gibbs hot on her heels not fairing much better. Spying Jack and Will lying crumpled in a heap on the deck, Ana shot a glare at Gibbs.

“See I told ye we should’ve dragged ‘em away earlier.” She spat in the older man’s direction

Gibbs having seen what the Captain and young Turner had been up too rolled his eyes. “They be fine, but ‘ets be getting ‘em into the cabin.” Gibbs answered bending down and helping Jack to his feet.

Jack immediately swayed but managed to stay on his feet. Glancing down at Will Jack felt a sorry for the boy, as he was drenched in sweat from sex, and shivering from the wetness of his clothing from the rain. Glaring knifes at Jack, Ana pulled Will to his feet, positioning him between herself and Gibbs, the pair walked him into Jack’s cabin, Jack following slowly at their heels.

TBC>>>>


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