Power of the Sparrow

Power of the Sparrow, by Hellborne (the_ferret_mom@yahoo.com)
Pirates of the Caribbean – 17+

Copyright: Characters, not mine, See the Mouse. Story, mine, but I make no money. He does, but not on this.

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Beta: Now beta’d by my most perfect and wonderful Pendragginink and her magnificent Jackal! Hail to thee, oh modest and humble BetaGoddess!

Typing convention. / is used for thoughts.

Summary: Will gives Jack a birthday present. Unfortunately, it’s cursed. J/W, O/J. Slash, angst, lemon.

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Chapter 13 – Darkness Falls Again

Will clapped a hand to both Jack's and James' shoulders and grinned. "Welcome back to the living, gentlemen."

Jack grinned back. "It's great to be back, eh, Commodore?'

Norrington looked around with a wry smile. The living crew was solid, and the dead crew was nowhere to be seen. "Indeed it is. But I do wonder just how long I shall remain so, considering the usual demeanor of your crew toward His Majesty’s navy."

Jack grinned. "Not to worry, Commodore. My men know not to lay hands on you. And feel free to let your men in the brig know you're safe. You've got the run of the ship till we can get back to Port Royal and drop you all off nice and safe."

Norrington gave Jack a curt bow. "Thank you, Captain Sparrow, for giving me back my life." He stared at the pirate for a long moment, his eyes glistening with words unsaid, then climbed down from the rail to the foredeck and went below.

Enthralled by the heartfelt scene, Will suddenly noticed that a restive crowd had gathered at the bottom of the steps. "Umm...Jack?"

Jack looked pointedly at the crew surrounding them. They didn't look happy. He beckoned Anamaria up to the foredeck. "Wha's wrong, luv? I'd swear I'm lookin' at a lynching party. Are you preparin' to mutiny?"

Ana looked coolly at her Captain. "Jack, do ye remember what I told ye when you visited me in the dark zone?" Jack nodded. "Do ye remember what I told ye?"

"Aye. You said that if ye didn't need me to get the treasure, you'd order me hanged for what I did to William."

Ana nodded. "Jack, there's no treasure."

Jack stood defiant, staring the lady pirate in the eye. His expression didn’t change, but his arms crossed on his chest and his voice became softer, signaling the pirate captain at his most dangerous. "So it IS a mutiny. You're going to hang me."

Will smoothly placed himself between Jack and Ana, drawing the full attention of the murmuring crew. "Anamaria, all my wounds have disappeared. And he WAS tricked by my father into attacking me. He's BEEN punished, and I won't stand for Jack being punished further." He drew his sword, planting his feet in a stance that clearly said “this far and no farther”; they knew he was fully prepared to die defending the man behind him. It was quite clear to all that with their superior numbers they would overwhelm and pull him down, eventually, but there would be more than one of them he would take with him, and he looked from one to the other as if choosing who those men would be. The murmurs of the men stilled; Will’s sword was no idle threat, they knew. "The first person to try to take Jack from me dies by my hand!"

Jack grabbed Will by the shoulders and spun him around, taking his sword and re-sheathing it. "Nay, lad, stay innocent for me. I don't want your soul to look like mine." Will sighed and nodded, looking at his feet to hide the fact that he had tears forming, unable to look at his lover lest they fall. Jack moved Will to the side and addressed the crowd. "Aye, I did something unforgivable to the lad. But he's forgiven me. I haven't though, and I swear I never will; and I'll be livin' with the guilt of what I did to him for as long as ye let me live.” The mutterings of the crew returned as they heard the captain place his fate squarely in their hands, giving himself up. “I've been punished according to what William wished, and whether or not I deserve to die is not at question. I do.” He dropped his ever-moving hands to his sides and stood watching—Ana.

His words had fallen on the crowd like lead; the silence was deafening. While the mindless mob was of the mind that Jack should no doubt be hanged, could be taken in a rush and some of the men were willing to do just that in spite of the risk to themselves, very few were capable of calmly seizing and killing one of their own, especially an unresisting man, almost a bloody willing volunteer.

They were used to battle and following orders, not making the choices required by action of this kind. They were a fine crew, but not the stuff of which captains are made, so they looked to the one of their company who, without question, was.

Everyone watched Ana.

Like a school of fish, their heads turned in unison as Jack now spoke to that one, his manner disinterested but solicitous, as a jaded cook warning that the soup was hot. “’t is against the Code to punish a man twice for the same offense. Not even the Crown does that. So hang me if ye wish, but know that ‘t is mutiny to do so.” No matter what fate waited for himself, he obviously cared what their next moves would mean for them.

The lady pirate turned to the crew. "He's right. I'll keep my opinion of what should have been done here, but according to the Code, he's free.” Mumbles and soft sighs issued from the men; if not in agreement, they were at least relieved of the decision, they respected the lady pirate and continued to listen. “But that doesn't mean that he need stay captain.” The crowd immediately fell silent again; they hadn’t thought of that. “All in favor to vote in a new captain!"

The cry from the crew was deafening to Jack, and he reeled with closed eyes, then opened them and looked down to the crew. "Then who would ye like to be Captain, mates?"

The crew was unanimous. "Will Turner!"

Jack clapped Will on the shoulder. He was smiling, but his voice was melancholy, having abused one lover, he had now lost the other as well. His Pearl was gone. "Congratulations, my boy. I'll move my effects." The crowd began to disburse to their positions.

Will looked terrified. "But…but Jack, I don't WANT to be Captain! The Black Pearl is YOURS! And you can't bunk with the crew; like as not, they'll kill you."

Jack rubbed his forehead, emotionally exhausted, too weary to think much less argue his rights and patiently explained. "Captain Turner, the only person allowed to sleep in the captain's cabin other than the captain himself is the cabin boy, and I'm afraid I'm a bit old for that." The obvious anguish of the man, bone deep to the point of pain, told Will that he would do it in an instant if that was his captain’s order.

"If that's the only way to do it, then you'll be my cabin boy till we get this sorted out. But I'm not going to lose you."

"William, we still need to go back through the zone of darkness. When we get there, talk to your father. I want you to make peace with 'im. It'll be your only chance, lad, before he's gone forever."

"Aye, I will." He raised his voice to address the crew. "All right then! Let's get moving! I want to be back at Port Royal in record time, so jump to it!" He turned to Jack. "So how was that?"

Jack smiled tenderly, his reply wistful as he stared past Will, his eyes on the horizon. "Fine, lad. You'll do fine."

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Jack tossed restless, still trying to get to sleep in the Captain's lush feather bed when the ship plunged suddenly into darkness.

"You don't belong here, Jack! My son is captain of the Pearl now!" Jack felt his leg grabbed, instantly reached beneath the pillow for his ever-present dagger and threw, striking a naked Bill in the chest with a meaty thunk. Jack gulped at the sight. Bill looked as hellish as he had the previous time they'd been in the zone of darkness.

Bill howled in pain, the effect making his evil visage even more terrifying. He yanked the dagger out viciously and backhanded Jack, knocking him flat, then grabbed Jack's right arm, raising it above his head and driving the dagger through his limp right hand into the thick oaken bulkhead above the bunk; Jack howled and arched in pain, his member hardening instantly. "Now you stay right there...I'll be right back." Jack panted, breathless in shock as the huge spirit pointed a finger, patted his sweat-covered face roughly, then calmly walked over to the desk and retrieved another dagger from the drawer. Jack blanched and began struggling to get free. Bill strode back to the bed where Jack was frantically trying to pull the dagger from the wood, grabbed the pirate's flailing arm, smashed the wrist against the bulkhead several times until Jack stopped thrashing and drove the second dagger through Jack's left hand and into the headboard next to the right one, pinning the pirate securely, his arms stretched to the limit, his shoulders not quite supported by the bed. Then he stood back, pulling the comforter off the bed to look at Jack's magnificent body. And it WAS magnificent; the demonic change that had come over Jack before hadn't happened this time. Instead, Bill saw Jack was now glowing and far brighter than anyone on the ship. It was as if he were just newly born; his soul shining and pure.

Jack's manhood was rock hard and throbbing, precum dribbling steadily from the slit. Bill radiated glee. "Jack, you are truly the finest form I've ever come across, and in this area of darkness, we can go much farther than I've ever dared to take you."

From the demonic glitter in Bill's eyes, Jack knew he was going to die, and that death would not be quick. As Bill opened Jack's sea chest and pulled out a Turner Original dagger and the cat, Jack whimpered and tried to think of a plan—any plan, his organ twitching from both the pain and the anticipation of more to come.

"Go farther than we've ever gone? Bill, you put me under a doctor's care for six weeks in Tortuga. I almost died there! Worse than that?"

Jack sobbed as Bill grinned his pleasure. "Much worse, Jack. By the time we get to normal waters, you're going to be beggin’ me to kill you, when ye aren’t screamin’ that is, if ye CAN still scream by that time." He crawled onto the bed and moved up Jack's body to look down at him as if Jack were the sweetest of babes. Or a meal. He licked his lips, brought his head down to the blood dripping from the wounds in Jack's hands, and started lapping it up with long licks of his slippery tongue, taking time to savor the sweet moment, occasionally reaching behind him and grabbing Jack's length, twisting it as hard as he could, making Jack howl and sucked at wounds as the blood dripped faster, the hardness of Jack’s slick marbled rod assuring him that Jack loved it. Once he had licked Jack's hands and arms clean, he rose up onto his knees, straddling Jack’s chest and squeezed with his knees, applying his weight and pressure in such a way that the tip of his monstrous cock butted against Jack's gasping lips. "Suck, Jack. And if ye bite, ye lose it, savvy? He yanked cruelly on Jack's manhood for emphasis, his sharp nails digging in. “A bit at a time, eh lad?” In agony, Jack swallowed, grimacing.

"I savvy." Jack opened his mouth wide and moved his head forward, taking the huge organ in his mouth and sucking as hard as he could.

Bill started rocking his hips, jamming his thick shaft far down Jack's throat, choking him with its sheer size, reveling as Jack gagged. He took hold of the knife and started flicking it along Jack's arms, nicking the flesh with its razor sharp point, forcing little moans from the tortured man as he came all over Bill's back.

Bill pulled out of Jack's mouth, turned and looked at the puddle that had dripped and pooled on Jack's heaving belly. "I distinctly remember that I did NOT give you permission to spill yet!" He laid down the knife and picked up the cat. "You know what this means, don't you, Jack."

"Oh God no. Please, Bill, no!" Jack did know, his eyes widened.

Bill grinned, delighted. "You did remember." He lifted Jack's right foot and twisted him and propped him onto his side, baring his bum; Jack grunted and bit his tongue as Bill spread his cheeks and shoved the dagger in, hilt first as far as he could, the wide blade horizontal so that Jack wouldn't close his legs for fear of slicing his thighs open, cutting himself on the razor edges, then bringing Jack’s foot back over, he tenderly brought Jack gently down to rest on his back again.

Tears streamed and sweat stung Jack's eyes as his spent member started coming back to life. Bill lifted the cat and let fly at Jack's belly, chest, and even his hardening organ. Jack screamed as the metal tips of the cat left three thin welts on his manhood. Jack shrieked. "BILL!"

Bill didn't stop, laying crisscrossed welts all over Jack's body. "Master." He struck his belly hard, drawing the slightest ruby beads of blood where the cat landed.

"Master PLEASE! I'll try harder! I promise!" Jack’s screams were hoarse now, his voice nearly gone; he didn't dare twist to attempt to get away; the dagger was already worrying one inner thigh open, he fought to lie still.

The solid apparition moved up Jack's body again, straddling him as before. "Swallow every drop, Jack." He shook the cat in Jack’s face showering the man with his own blood and sweat; he shoved his massive organ into the smaller man's mouth, choking him, fucking his throat hard, barely letting Jack get air and rocking his weight over Jack’s ribs, crushing his lungs to keep him from taking a breath. He looped the cat around Jack's neck high under his chin and twisted it tight so that he could feel the binding on his member inside Jack's throat. The exquisite feel of the constriction made him plunge harder and faster, and he finally spilled his seed deep in Jack's throat, and gasping out his delight, sank down, adding his weight to the pull on Jack’s hands impaled on the daggers, no longer moving his hips, keeping Jack from drawing air but now smothering him with his bulk instead.

As Jack lost consciousness with the odd cry of pain and pleasure, he felt himself peak again, and knew in a strange but welcome moment in which despair and hope mingled, that Bill would punish him to death this time.

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When Jack started to wake up, he could tell that his hands had been freed, stitched, and bandaged. Unfortunately, they were tied together in front of him, the rope tightly around his waist so that his arms couldn't move. As he opened his eyes, Bill dragged him out of bed, carrying him over to the area where the torture rig had been. Now there was nothing there but the hooks in the ceiling and the floor. Hanging from the ceiling hook was a noose on a long rope.

Eyes wide, Jack struggled to no avail. "No Bill! I don't want to die now!"

Bill grinned. And you're not GOING to die, Jack. Remember what I told you about this area? The same goes for this direction as the other. You'll be healed when we reach normal waters, and then you'll never have to deal with me again."

"Bill, why?"

"Because we've never done this before, and I'm sure it'll be the ultimate thrill for both of us."

Jack landed hard, his breath knocked out of him as Bill threw him to the floor and tied his ankles together

Bill propped the weakened pirate on his feet and, holding him up, he brought the noose down around his neck, tightening it until he knew it wouldn't slip off.

"Now, Jack, when I heave, you thrash, and we'll see just how long it takes you to spill. Ready?" He didn't wait for Jack's objection, but pulled on the rope till Jack was nearly a foot off the ground and trying to hold perfectly still as the rope tightened and began strangling him, his manhood instantly erect and throbbing in time to the pulse in his head. "My God, Jack, you are gorgeous like that! In fact, your soul has brightened greatly since last I saw it. You look fair normal, Jack. I guess we won't be together in hell after all. Looks like you'll be in heaven with my son. Oh well."

Then Bill noticed that Jack wasn't struggling. "You tryin' t' ruin it for me, Jack? Dance for me, Jack. Dance for your Bill." He took his own member in hand and massaged it, dragging down on Jack's shoulder with the other, causing the noose to tighten slightly.

Jack tried to call for help to no avail. No sound came out, and he found he could no longer draw a breath into his lungs. He started thrashing, kicking Bill as hard as he could with his bound feet.

Bill backed away slightly and just watched as Jack's dance became more and more frenzied, his eyes began to pop and his tongue protruded a bit between his teeth. Satisfied that he was ready, Bill walked around the thrashing pirate, held the dancing hips steady, spread the luscious cheeks and plunged home, causing Jack to cum in a thick, creamy fountain, continuing to spurt for over a minute until he lost consciousness. Bill pumped a few times for his own pleasure, yanked his massive organ out of Jack's arse and came on him, spinning Jack's limp body as he splattered it with his seed. "I was right, Jack. I've never had such a great thrill, and neither have you." He freed the rope from the lower hook where it had been tied off, dumping Jack unceremoniously to the floor, got dressed, and left the cabin.

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TBC