The Price of Rum

Title: The Price of Rum (15/?)

Author: Lydia NightShade

Pairing: Jack Sparrow/Will Turner

Rating: NC-17

Warnings: Violence, angst, blood/gore, rape issues.

Archive: It can be put in any list archive that I’ve posted at, aff.net, slashfiction.net, anywhere else please ask.

Disclaimer: I so don’t own any of this, I wish believe me, but no it’s all crap.

Feedback: Pretty, pretty please! It keeps me going.

B Mi Mistaya, the cat queen!

Author’s Notes: It’s turkey day this weekend and I’m officially hiding in my room.

A/N 2: Speech “blah”; thoughts ‘blah’; passage of time/scene change~*~*~*~*~

Dedication: The Native Americans that were brutally slaughtered by the White Devil!


“Craig, stop! You’re hurting my wrist, please!” Will begged as he was forcefully pushed down the street. Craig only squeezed harder, enjoying the anguished groan of pain it caused to escape Will’s throat.

“Good,” he snarled. “You’ve caused me enough pain, it’s about time I got to cause you some.” He pushed Will on faster and snaked an arm around the lad’s waist to make sure he couldn’t get away.

“Where are you taking me?” Will asked fearfully as they rounded another corner. He didn’t recognize the area and he knew they were heading away from the Inn.

“I’m taking you back to where you belong… tramp.”

“Where’s that? Why?” Will continued to prod. Maybe if he kept talking to Craig held cld convince him that he wasn’t this raging w try trying to hurt him. “Craig… I never meant to hurt you. I don’t know what I did, but I’ll make it up to you.”

“You just don’t get it do you?!” Craig growled, slamming Will against the stone wall of the alley. “I love Jack! He should have been with /me/! He /needs/ to be with me, and you just came in and snatched him away from me!” Will couldn’t believe what he was hearing. Craig was after Jack this whole time… he hated him because he wanted to be with Jack?

“I didn’t steal him. I didn’t even know you when I met him! I…” He was cut off as Craig slapped a hand over his mouth.

“No more of your lies! I know what you’re up to. You want to trick me. The voice told me you would… well, I’m not falling for it. You’re going back to Barbossa where you belong!” Will screamed into Craig’s hand and started trembling. He was pleading with his captor, but of course it came out muffled.

“Oh, don’t cry little whore… you’ll get used to it. Besides, he probably wants you even more than Sparrow does. I’m sure it won’t hurt nearly as much this time.” He smiled as he noticed Will’s tears. He gently stroked Will’s hair and brushed away a tear, which was instantly replaced, from the youthful face.

“You’re so fair… it’s almost a shame…” He continued to observe the terrified adolescent with almost serene fascination. Will was crying and trembling, cringing at the forced contact as Craig pressed himself against his body. “Maybe you could show me what all the fuss is about before I turn you over to the psycho.” He thought out loud. “You smell so good,” he purred, brushing his face over Will’s.

Will closed his eyes and whimpered as Craig ground his hips into him and brushed his sinful lips over his neck. He couldn’t believe this was happening again. He had just started to become comfortable with Jack again, and now this was going to happen.

“Why are you so sad? I know you want this… you’re disgusting…” Will shook his head frantically. He didn’t want anything to do with Craig. “What? Do you think you’re better than me? You’re only some discarded orphan that bartered passage on a pirate ship by using his body to seduce the captain! You’re no better than me… I’ll make you see that!” Craig was incensed and grabbed Will by the hair, crushing his lips to Will’s. Will fought him and moaned in anguish, but Craig was stronger than him.

“Stop! Please don’t do this! I’m sorry, I don’t think I’m better, just let me go!” Will begged, but Craig only slapped him and continued to lead him down the street.

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‘He’s been in the head an awful long time,’ Jack mused as he nervously twirled the rum in his mug. He’d been glancing over towards the rest areas more and more, looking for any sign of his lover, but found none. He was just about to go over there when he saw the little girl Will had been dancing with come running out into the crowded room in tears.

“Hey, what’s the matter little lady?” He asked as lightheartedly as possible. He was met by moist brown eyes that reminded him so much of Will. She looked as if she was going pull away until she recognized him.

“You’re Will’s friend, right?” she asked nervously. He nodded and flashed her his famous, golden smile. “Can I tell you somphin?” She sniffled and wiped at her eyes.

“Sure, you can tell old Jack anything.” He was starting to get worried. What had happened?

“Mommy says it’s okay to tell if someone could get hurt,” she said urgently, not wanting to sound like a tattletale. Jack laughed at her childhood morals and nodded.

“I won’t tell her. Pirates honor,” he swore, holding up his hand. She nodded and leaned in close so no one else could hear.

“He left with this other guy. He said they were friends, but I didn’t like him---and Will didn’t seem to like him much either. But the mean man was hurting my arm and Will was angry---then the mean man let me go and uncle Will told me to go see my mommy. I think he’s in trouble, mister! You have to help him!” Lillie started to cry again as Jack felt his world shattering, the comfortable sense of peace he’d just been enjoying suddenly a memory.

“What did he look like, sweetheart?” Jack asked as calmly as he could muster.

“He was a little taller and he had the same hair only it was black and he had blue eyes with a turbine.” She said, motioning with her hands.

“Craig?!” Jack blurted out, completely confused. He noticed her flinch and shook his head in dismis “I’ “I’m sorry, lass---isn’t you I’m angry with. I have to go take care of something, go to your mum like Will told you.” He gently pushed her away and raced out of the tavern.

‘Conniving, mutinous, backstabbing little bastard! I’ll murder him five ways to Sunday if he hurts one hair on Will’s precious head!’ Jack seethed inwardly as he desperately searched for signs of a struggle on the dirt paths of the quaint port. He noticed something on the path and bent to pick it up (1).

“My sash… Will’s sash…” Jack felt a chill go through his body and felt his heart clench. So Lillie hadn’t been mistaken. He hadn’t really believed she was, but that had always been a possibility until now. Will would never leave this in the dirt. Jack searched for other clues and came across two sets of footps. s.

One set was much sloppier and the person seemed to be tripping and hesitant to move. The other was much more pronounced in the ground, as if the person had to use a great deal of strength to push something. This was exactly what he was looking for. He started to follow the trail as quickly as he could in the poorly lit streets.

‘Please let him be safe, please let him be unharmed!’ Jack chanted in his mind as he hurried to find his missing lover.

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“Craig, /please/, I can’t go any further my ankle’s acting up,” Will pleaded, a pathetic attempt to slow his captor. ‘The longer I take the longer Jack has to find me.’

“I don’t care. Keep moving.” Craig pushed him all the way to a rather dilapidated old house. Will observed it with apprehension and fear. The place looked haunted and it was far enough away from everything that no one would hear him scream for help. “Home sweet home.”

“No!” Will started struggling with all his might, but Craig was bigger and stronger— plus he had Will’s injured wrist pinned behind the boy’s back. One tight squeeze and the adolescent was paralyzed with pain.

“Stop struggling!” Craig growled as he used Will’s body to bash open the door. Will fell to the floor violently. He groaned in pain and clutched his much-abused wrist. “I haven’t been here in an age,” Craig spoke, his voice nostalgic. “Not since my parents died.” Will looked up at him, confused.

“This was your home?” Craig nodded and continued with his tale.

“We were very happy at first. Mother took good care of me while my father worked. He taught me how to use a sword and all those other things a young boy should learn.” He sighed and laughed a little, shaking his head as if the memory amused him. “But things aren’t always what they seem.”

Will noticed the change in Craig’s tone and he didn’t like it. Obviously Craig’s life couldn’t have been happy if he became the way he was. Will looked around the old dusty house searching for anything that he could use as a weapon. He knew running would be futile, he was tired from dancing and he had no idea where he was. If this truly was Craig’s childhood home than he probably knew every shortcut and could catch him easily.

‘Stall…’ His subconscious told him. ‘Just stall him as long as you can.’ Will found his voice and spoke softly. “W-what happened?” Craig turned to him with a far off look in his eye and frowned. “Fa “Father lost his job. Started to drink. Things went wrong from there.” A bitter scowl crossed his face and he started to become angry again. “He would come home and beat my mother and me. He must have raped her once or twice, too. People don’t think you can be raped by yloveloved one, but you can. Who could blame her when she took a secret lover to her marriage bed after such treatment?” He sniffled and wiped at his eye. “I kept her filthy secret for as long as I could. I took extra beatings because of it. I had to play lookout so her trashy lover could leave. I was happy to do it until I over heard them planning to elope and leave me behind with my drunk of a father.”

“You told your father about her lover didn’t you?!” Will asked, astonished.

“And what if I did? She betrayed me first! She wanted to leave me behind and start a great new life with that filth!” Craig’s connection with reality was starting to dissipate, his repressed rage and betrayal getting the better of him. “It was much easier than one would think. It was over a meal. I had made it for them.”

“That was awful nice of you,” Will said sarcastically. Craig had really betrayed his own mother? Will couldn’t even imagine doing that to his mother.

“I know. It was the first time I’d ever cooked them an anniversary dinner. Of course my father was already piss drunk. He went to go pass out and mother invited her lover over. Father slept in the barn most nights because that’s where he kept his liquor. What they didn’t know was I had broken all my father’s bottles, knowing he’d return in a drunken rage. He burst in just in time to see my mother’s lover complete inside her dead corpse.”

“What?! Why was she dead? Did he kill her?” Will had become completely entranced in the story and almost forgot his escape plan. Craig cackled evilly.

“They never noticed that I didn’t eat any of the food I made. It was all laced with rat poison. I made sure she had extra. I didn’t want her to be there for the bloody end. When father saw that man in my mother he was furious. He lunged at him with one of the broken bottles and stabbed him in the stomach. Unfortunately the poison took him before he got to see if he was successful.”

“What happened to your mother’s lover?” Will asked quietly. The look that spread on Craig’s face was truly terrifying. “Oh god… what did you do?”

“We kept pigs. I took care of them. They obeyed me. Gradually I trained them to attack whatever I threw into their pen. I became fascinated by the sounds of animals as they died in that pen. The pigs were always hungry because I didn’t feed them.”

“You fed him to the pigs?! How could you do that?” Will was mortified. This murderer had been living with the crew all this time? Even worse… lusting after Jack!

“He deserved it! He ruined my life! He was the same bastard that fired my father!” Craig’s face was red and he was shouting. “I swore that night that I would never let anyone hurt me again. My life was good after that. Then you came along and took away the only thing I ever loved since my mother!”

“You’re insane!” Will shrieked, scooting back on the floor until he hit the wall. Craig advanced on him, grabbed Will by the forearms. “Get away from me!” Will kicked Craig’s shin and bolted for the door.

“I don’t think so!” Craig bellowed, lunging after Will and knocking him to the floor. He pinned Will to the floor and laughed as he felt Will’s panicked struggles. “Now I get to see what all the fuss is about. I want to know /exactly/ what Jack sees in you,” he purred darkly, licking up Will’s ear.

“Stop! Get off me you sick bastard!” Will struggled as Craig flipped him onto his back and started ripping at his clothing. “No! I won’t go through this again! Stop it!” Will was completely frantic. His breathing was erratic and he had tears brimming in his eyes. Why was this happening? Why didn’t he ask Jack to come with him? Why was Ana the only one that saw Craig for who he was?

‘Ana!’ The thought manago geo get through his panicked haze and form a coherent thought. ‘She warned me---gave me a knife!’

“Go ahead and struggle, it won’t stop me. After you’re gone Jack will be mine. Whether he wants to or not. I’m tired of waiting… I need him!” Will’s body stopped struggling and became as rigid as a board. Craig smiled. “Giving up? Or just proving me right, whore?” His voice was smug and cocky.

“You won’t lay one filthy hand on him,” Will snarled. Craig smirked until he felt a sudden sharp pain in his stomach. He looked down and saw blood spewing out from his body and covering Will’s half naked body. “He’s suffered enough,” Will said softly, his voice losing its harsh edge and becoming emotional. “And I won’t let anyone else hurt him.”

With his pledge made, Wjerkjerked the knife up. It sliced through Craig’s mortal flesh like a hot knife through butter, exposing his intestines and other vital organs. Will kicked Craig off him and straddled him. His attempted rapist was unable to speak from the pain. He lay beneath the blacksmith, gasping like a fish out of water. Will couldn’t take the look of pain and he held Craig’s head in his hands. He felt the tears falling from his face as he looked at Craig’s eyes.

“I’m sorry…” he whispered before snapping Craig’s head to the side, effectively breaking his neck. Once he was sure the man was dead, Will let his sobs come. He’d never killed anyone on such a personal level before. Craig had been his comrade, a friend. They had gotten along well enough in the beginning.

“Guess that was all lies,” he mused sadly. He didn’t know why he was crying so much. He was sad for Craig and the pain he must have felt, but he wasn’t sorry for killing him. He knew he had no choice, but it didn’t make him feel better. The only thought that comforted him was that he had saved Jack from this mad man. He was so lost in his reverie he completely missed the figure coming through the door.

“Well done, poppet.” The snide voice cooed. Will felt himself go cold and his body begin to tremble. It couldn’t be. A frightened whimper escaped his lips and he turned fearfully to see his worst nightmare smiling down at him. Will wanted to scream, to run away---something. But he couldn’t; he was just too scared.

“Oh, what’s the matter, my pretty? Something got your tongue?” Barbossa chuckled maniacally as he observed the look of pure fright on the youth’s face. The insane captain stalked toward his prey, licking his lips in excitement. Will shook his head and tried to move, but he just couldn’t.

“No,” he mumbled as Barbossa got closer. “No…” he continued as the captain got closer. “NO!” he finally shouted as Barbossa reached him. The mad man grabbed the back of his neck and pulled up.

“I’ve missed ye popped,” Barbossa purred, nuzzling Will’s neck.

“NOOOOOO!”


Tbc…..

Muwahahahahahaa!! I’m sorry, but I couldn’t resist, the holidays and all. Oh and the little note (1) I have Jack finding Will’s sash outside in the dirt, but in the last chapter Craig ripped it out while they were still inside the tavern. Well, I needed to have Jack somehow track Will down so I changed it. I know! Sloppy, sloppy, sloppy! So sue me!
And the pig thing: I saw it in Sie ofe of the Lambs 2… whatever it was called… I think Hannibal. I don’t know how true it is, but I thought of it because, as some of you know, my sister brought her dumbass boyfriend down for the holidays and he mentioned how they had pigs and that they’ll eat anything. Then someone made the comment “oh don’t want to lay down in their pen now do you?” So naturally I thought of using it in my story about gay pirates….. I don’t think he l me me very much…. O.O