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.

Archive: adult-fanfiction.org. Other than that, no problem, just tell me the URL.

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.

A/N: I really want some reviews here. My plot bunnies are starving, and reviews tend to feed them! So hit that Review button and type something! PLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEZE?

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Chapter 15 – Out of Darkness

Will's blood-curdling scream could be heard all over the ship, and Anamaria came running, not stopping to knock. Will was just pulling on his breeches, tears streaming down his face, as she plowed into the cabin, apprised herself of Jack's condition and left to find Gibbs and Cotton, along with Cubbins, the doctor.

Bill arrived before Ana got back with the others. "What killed 'im this time? T'weren't me...I hanged 'im."

Will gave his father a dark look. "I don't know what killed him. We were...umm...enjoying ourselves when he suddenly went rigid and collapsed."

"Son, how many times did Jack...er...'enjoy himself'?"

"What concern is it of yours?" Will fairly spat out the words.

"It is my concern, boy, because he 'enjoyed himself' twice with me, and after what I put him through, he wouldn't last but one more time if he were lucky. So tell me, William Joseph Turner Junior, how many times?!"

Will started at the use of his full name. The last time he'd heard it was when his mother last scolded him when he was eight years old. It reminded him that the ghastly apparition before him really was his father. "Three times."

Bill threw back his head and laughed. "Three times? Will, for a man of his age, and after what he went through today, I'd be surprised if he were ALIVE!" He looked at Will's livid glare. "Don't worry, lad. Jack just needs some rest. If he were really dead, lad, he'd be standing in front of ye, starin' down at his body. He'll be fine." And with that, Bill strode from the room, chortling to himself.

Ana and the others brushed past Bill on their way into the cabin; more than one of them crossing themselves as they passed.

Will looked over at Ana, wiping his tears away and smiling bleakly. "It's all right. He's just resting."

Ana stood there, open-mouthed, as Dr. Cubbins proceeded on to Jack and listened to Jack's chest. "Captain Turner, I think YOU may be the one who needs resting. Mr. Sparrow is dead."

"No he's not, doctor. He's just resting; otherwise he'd be here with us. He'll be fine." Will gently closed Jack's eyes.

Cubbins scratched his head. "If you say so, Captain Turner, but I've seen Captain Sparrow at rest, and he's always had a heartbeat."

Will helped the obviously confused doctor and the others to the door. "He'll be fine. Just ask my father." They left, still confused, though NONE of them looked like they were going to ask Bill ANYTHING.

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Three hours had passed and yet there was no sign of life from the pirate captain. Will gave up watching him and took his breeches off again, crawling into bed with Jack's now cool body and draping an arm over him, his head on the erstwhile pirate captain's chest.

As he was just dozing off, Will swore he heard a single heartbeat. Waking instantly, though he realized he must have been dreaming, he looked down at the face of his lover; he'd swear the older man's smile had changed.

Will put his head to Jack's chest again. Nothing. When he was about to give up again, he heard another single heartbeat. He knew he heard it this time! Will brought his face over to Jack's ear and kissed him chastely, muttering, "I love you, old man. Wake up. I need to know you're alive." He'd swear he saw some eye movement. "Jack, please wake up. I promise I won't kill you again. I just want you to tell me you're alive."

The pirate took a long, deep breath and sighed. "I told ye you'd kill me with your affections some day, whelp. I'm just glad it was in this zone of darkness is all." His eyes opened, and Jack smiled up at Will. "I'm alive, lad, and I love ye with all my black heart." He reached up and drew Will down for a loving kiss, his mouth opening slightly in invitation for Will's tongue to glide in and explore. When the kiss was over, Will gave Jack a chaste kiss on the forehead, cuddled in with him, and they fell asleep twined together in a mass of limbs.

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At the helm, Jack felt completely at ease. He wasn't troubled by what the dead looked like; he was used to it and wasn't looking at anyone anyway. In fact, it could be said that Jack Sparrow was looking at nothing; he was deep in discussion with his Lady. /But Love, since he's come back, Bill's been more and more violent, and I'm afraid I'll be dead when we pass out of the dark zone./

/Then you shall be with me./

/Not yet, Love. I need my William now./

/I shall give you all the love and tenderness that you need. And we shall be forever young together./

/Love, when I rightly die, you know I'll join you. But for now, please let me live./

/Love me./

Jack sensed that the Pearl had left his mind. Back in the "real world", he looked around, wondering where the Turners were. Bill was nowhere to be seen, and Will was just entering the galley. Jack smiled. He'd stay alive till Will no longer loved him; age and injury be damned.

The pirate saw movement on the bow and peered in that direction. A magnificently beautiful woman climbed down the foredeck steps. She was ebony; darker than anyone Jack had ever seen in his life. Her hair was coifed in the Turkish style the Europeans had adopted as their own, piled high with ringlets and held in place by multiple combs. She wore a dress of fine cotton; the bodice and skirt were beaded with fine black pearls. She wore no shoes, but somehow Jack thought she looked right that way.

He watched as the woman climbed the steps to the helm and stood before him. Jack noticed that the combs in her hair were mother of pearl with a single black pearl adorning each of them, and she wore a necklace of fine silver with a single black pearl so large and perfect that it must be worth a king's ransom. "Accompany me, my love."

Jack started. "Pearl?"

"Yes, my Sparrow."

"But..."

"I've found that, in this area, I can transform my soul into a form you can understand."

Work around the ship had stopped. Bill Turner climbed out from below and stared open-mouthed at Jack and Pearl. Will walked out of the galley with a tray for two, saw Pearl and dropped it in total surprise and shock.

Bill noticed his son and strode over. "Will, don't. Pick up some more food for yourself and come with me to the helm. We'll pilot the ship together for a while. There's much for us to talk about, and we'll be out of the darkness in only a little while. I'd like to get to know my son before I can no longer speak to you."

"Who is—"

"The Pearl, Will. This area allows her to come alive in human form. She and Jack have much to discuss."

"Why didn't she become human before?"

Bill grinned sheepishly. "I'm afraid that was my doing. I begged her not to show herself to Jack till now for Jack's sake. Now go get your food and meet me at the helm."

Will nodded, picked up the mess and went back into the galley for another tray.

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Pearl walked slowly to the huge bed and sat down, patting the mattress next to her in invitation to Jack. He sat next to her, his mind still spinning from her appearance. He breathed in deeply of her scent, his mind empty of coherent thought.

"My beautiful Sparrow, I know you have questions, but we have little time here, together. Our souls are inextricably bound together, my Sparrow, and there is nothing and no one that can come between us; not even your William. Stay with him for now, but in the end, you are mine." Pearl leaned over and kissed Jack, her lips slightly parted.

Jack leaned in and kissed her deeply, his tongue following every contour of her mouth. He laid Pearl back, moving his hands along every line of her body without removing her dress. His manhood was so hard that he was positive that he could drive nails into teakwood with it.

Pearl lay supine on the bed, allowing Jack to explore her bodice. His hands moved above and below her breasts, the fingertips picking up every sensation from the boned corset. As he moved his palms over her nipple area, the dress melted, dripping off her body and pooling onto the deck, quickly being absorbed back into the ship.

Jack raised his body for a moment to feast his eyes on her perfection. Her shoulders were soft, yet firm; her breasts were two perfect globes with pert, pitch-black nipples that he longed to suck. Her hips were wide enough that children would be easy to carry, and her belly was rounded without being fat. Lowering himself once again, he started worshiping her entire body starting with her perfect, shell-like ears.

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"I don't believe you." Will folded his arms in finality and defiance.

Bill tried again. "I'm telling you the truth, son. I would never have gone half as far as I did had I not been forced to by Pearl. You'll see. Pearl wants Jack to herself, so she sent me to rough him up so that he'd be hungry for 'a woman's touch'. Unfortunately for her, you've been givin' him the woman's touch he needs and wants. Lad, she ordered me to break your relationship up with Jack. She's a jealous wench, she is. She told me that if I succeeded in breakin' you two apart, she'd let me move on. I've been done with my unfinished business for nigh on a year now, but she's kept me trapped here. I'm sure she knew about the dragon; 'twas she who told me about the treasure and sent me to follow Jack. I'm sure she had SOMETHING to do with that trinket ye threw overboard."

"Then what is she doing with Jack now?"

"No doubt showin' him what pleasures she can give him if he stays with her."

"Stays with her?"

"Aye. If his SPIRIT stays with her to be exact. She wants him to kill 'imself so that they can be together."

"NO!" Will started for the ladder down to the quarterdeck, but Bill stopped him.

"Nay, lad. Pearl will have her turn with 'im, but Jack loves ye enough to refuse her. And by the time she realizes it, we'll be out of the darkness where she has no power but to talk to Jack at the helm and in his dreams, which she's done for years. Leave her to her hopes. Jack won't leave ye, Will." Bill let go of his son, waiting for a reaction.

Will didn't know what to do. He loved Jack and didn't want to lose him, but he also knew how much Jack loved his ship. /After all, he planned for ten long years to get his Pearl back! How can I compete with that? I can't, that's how./ Will's shoulders sagged. "Father, I don't see it. You said he won't take Pearl up on her offer; that he loves me more, but that's impossible. Jack loves the Black Pearl more than he does any mere human...more than life itself."

"That's where you're wrong, boy. That was only until he found YOU. Let Pearl try to take him from ye. She'll never succeed. You have nothin' t' worry about, my word on that."

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Moaning, Pearl arched her back as Jack slid three fingers into her soft, ebony mound, his mouth firmly but gently attached to her nipple. His other hand roamed about her neck, and she took it in her hand and suckled and licked his fingers, giving the pirate shivers, his manhood trying to rip a hole in his breeches.

The ebony goddess lifted herself to a sitting position, forcing Jack to stop what he was doing. She bade him stand before her so that she could undress him properly. Once he was nude, she reached forward and brought him closer and took his painfully hard member into her mouth, tickling his sac with one hand.

Mewling, Jack couldn't help but push his hips forward, the mewling turning to a hot growl as Pearl's other hand made its way to his rosebud and entered with a single, delicate finger to massage his special spot. His growl turned into a roar as he came deep within her throat; the roar becoming a whimper as the pirate fell to his knees before her, laying his head on its side in her lap, hugging her leg.

Pearl smiled as she lifted Jack's chin. "Lie down, my Sparrow." She helped him onto the bed and he lay back on the pillow on his back, a goofy, lopsided grin gracing his face. The ebony spirit moved to the pirate's feet and started kneading them with her long, graceful hands starting with his toes. As she finished with each toe, she took it in her mouth and suckled, licking the bottom and making Jack purr like a giant cat. By the time she'd completed with his feet, Jack's mainmast was standing tall once again and he had been reduced to a quivering bowl of jelly; every touch causing him to whimper. Pearl continued the massage up Jack's legs, tasting each and every part of him as she finished, lifting one leg at a time and paying particular attention to the undersides of his knees.

Within moments, pearls of precum began to gather at the tip of Jack's member, yet the dark lady left his luscious length alone. She continued her trek up one side of the pirate's body and down the other, lingering on his fingers and wrists. By the time she finally finished the circuit of his body, the glistening juices had begun to fairly flow down the shaft, pooling at its base.

Pearl lapped up the heavenly drippings on Jack's belly, but steadfastly avoided his weeping member. "Are you ready, my Sparrow?"

Jack barely nodded, his mind imitating the coherency of pudding.

The woman of his dreams positioned her soft, sweet-smelling womanhood over Jack's staff and lowered herself, slowly enough to torture him to the point of tears, her hands holding his hips firmly to the mattress. As the crown finally passed the folds of her mound, she started contracting her inner muscles, massaging him and driving him mad with desire. Once he was firmly embedded within her undulating heat, she let go of his hips, but when he started frantically thrusting his hips up and down, she rode with him, not allowing him any friction, yet her muscles continued massaging him further into madness.

Fully incapable of words, Jack screamed with desire, his manhood twitching with yearning.

Pearl leaned back, bending the mainmast inside her, and began to rock and slide her body, finally giving her lover some much-needed friction along with her ceaseless massage, driving Jack into the greatest height he'd ever reached, man or woman. He came long and hard, his voice hoarse from his pleasure. Pearl kept up the internal massage until Jack was completely spent and sobbing her name in exhaustion, then she climbed off of his now drained manhood and lay down next to him, cuddling against him, leaving butterfly kisses all over his face. "Come with me, my Sparrow. Be truly free and forever young."

Jack was on the verge of falling asleep. "Um hmm..." Her words seeped into his consciousness. "Hmm?"

And then there was light.

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TBC

A/N: So, will Jack go with Pearl? Or stay with Will? And what of Bill? Heck, do I know what I'm doing? Hit that REVIEW button and let me know!