Caribbean Hybrid
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Pirates of the Caribbean (All) › Het - Male/Female › Jack/Elizabeth
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
34
Views:
7,492
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27
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0
Currently Reading:
2
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Chapter 15
Title: Caribbean Hybrid
Chapter Author: Wickedswanz
Disclaimer: I don't own these characters, I'm just borrowing them for my maze.
Summary: Who is Jack Sparrow? Who is Achille? Can Will hold his tongue long enough to find out?
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A great plain of green surrounded by thick forest land. In the middle of the clearing is a small village called Gamdorone. They were simple farming folk who feared their superstitions and lived by the earth.
A young boy not more the 15 played with his wooden sword, striking what he called the wicked tree over and over with greater accuracy and strength. His long brown hair is tied back loosely with a thin red ribbon that had been a gift from an older woman. He struck the tree again, he spun and struck, dropped and struck and finally fell to the ground exhausted.
"Francis!" His mother called as she walked towards him, "Francis, I have some bread if you're hungry" She smiled down at her son, seemingly unperturbed by his exhausted state. With the wind blowing her long black braids around her face, she was a sight to behold. A single grey streak betrayed her age.
*
"Wait!" William interrupted "Your real name is Francis?"
Jack glared at the younger man, "Francis Jackson Sparrow…do you want to hear this or not?"
William's shoulders were shaking with mirth, "Yes, of course I do. Please continue…Francis." He was clenching his teeth, trying to keep a straight face.
*
"Ahh mum, I told you already. Call me Jackson, Francis is father's name." the boy grinned up at his mother, and took her offered hand.
She pulled him to his feet, "Your name is Francis and yes your were named for your father. You should be proud." her voice was stern but her eyes were full of pride. "Now come on inside and have some bread, I made it for you."
That night he lay in his bed listening to his parents as he always did. They would talk and laugh and sometimes sing or play music together. His father worked hard on their farm, but no matter how tied he always had time to enjoy the company of his beautiful wife. In Francis' mind there was no better way to fall asleep then to the sound of his parents laughter and lovemaking. He was happy.
*
"It's all great that your family was a great big ball of happy kissy lovey…" Will was cut off by jack's dangerous glare. "Well are we going to get to the Achille, beast bits soon? Time isn't exactly on our side."
"Look mate you can listen and help me or I can describe just how gorgeous Izzie looked when I was about to peel of her knickers." Will stopped smiling, and Jack continued "There is a point here and I will get to it when I get to it…Savvy?"
"Fine" Will's voice was tightly reigned.
*
There was only one vexation in his life, one frustration that he just couldn't get past and her name was Annabelle. Just turned 20 and so full of womanly beauty and grace and just a touch of sensual mischief to keep the 15 year old boy curious and anxious.
He followed her like a hungry dog, and came running when she asked for help. So when one night she showed up outside his window, he didn't ask questions, he just followed. She led him into the woods to a clearing where she proceeded to strip away her clothes and beckoned him to her.
That was the boy's first time and from that point on she called him out often and he went willingly. Until one night while they lay side by side in their afterglow they realized that they weren't alone. Someone, something was watching. They could hear it breathing and both of them sensed the danger.
When the beast struck they were dressed and walking hand in hand. Francis reacted immediately and without hesitation. He jumped in front of her, yelling for her to run. The beast hit him hard and took him down. When the boy woke up he was different.
And the next night he changed for the first time. It was painful and terrifying and when he woke he found himself in the woods with no memory as to how he managed to get there.
*
"Wait, wait just a minute, you were seduced by a 20 year old woman when you 15? You just threw that in to gloat." William interrupted again.
"No lad she has a deathly important place in this story." At Jack's serious tone William nodded and listened.
*
Soon after a man showed up in Gamdorone, a stranger to those parts. He was a French man and called himself Achille. From the first Francis had an uncomfortable feeling about that man. There was a darkness there, something he just couldn't describe. He could just smell the evil drip from this man.
Of course Annabella was instantly attracted to the stranger and soon stopped showing at young Francis' window all together.
The boy soon found out why when he was walking through the village square one morning. He couldn't believe his eyes when he caught sight of his beautiful Annabella and Achille walking hand in hand sharing the good news of their coming engagement with all who would listen.
*
William suddenly jumped to his feet, "Ahh not much fun is it, when an outsider sails in and horns in on your bonny lass is it!?"
Jack didn't answer, just looked at the man in silence.
William sat down and buttoned his lips. After a moment he unbuttoned them again, "So what did you do?" he asked in his sweetest voice.
"What the bloody hell do ya think mate? I followed him one night into the woods to fight the bugger."
William raised a single eyebrow and said nothing.
*
Francis spent most of his nights now watching the window, waiting and hoping that she would come again. Hoping that she would realize her mistake and return to him. One night he saw something else, it was Achille. His long white hair was tied back with a red ribbon, just like the one Annabella had given Francis.
Without another thought he opened his window and climbed out. Francis kept his distance so as not to be seen by the older man. He couldn't have been much more then 25 years and yet something in the man's eyes had seemed older.
"Are you planning to confront me at some point, or shall we walk a little more in silence"
The thick French accent flew back at Francis and shocked him to his core. "How did you…?" but he stopped suddenly as the other man was now in front of him. He had closed the distance in seconds.
"Trifle, not important." Achille circled the boy, his eyes never leaving him, his grin never faltered. "But what is important is why you are following me."
The boy opened his mouth to speak and closed it, he opened it again and closed it again.
"Oh please garcon, spit it out, as they say." he bowed politely but continued to circle slowly.
"Who the hell do you think you are!" Francis began to turn in time with the man. "You come here from nowhere, stealing other men's women and, and…"
"Ahh you speak of Annabella and by the use of the term 'Other men's women', I assume you mean your woman."
"Yes, Annabella and I are in love and you have no right to take her from me."
Achille laughed, surprisingly loud and boisterous considering his rather thin frame. "There was no taking about it. She came to me and won my heart and I asked her to marry. Your name was never mentioned."
Francis looked away and tightened his jaw, he wanted to call him a liar but somehow he could smell the truth in the man's words. "Who are you? No one knows you here. Why did you come?" his voice was hushed and he clenched his hands together.
Achille chuckled, "The question here is not who am I but who are you."
The boy looked shocked, "What?"
"Does anyone here really know who you are? What you are?" Achille stopped and leaned closer, "I know what you are, Jackson Sparrow." and he grinned at the boy's shocked expression, "That's what you like to be called isn't it? Jack."
"You…you're the one who attacked me…you're a monster."
"Oh no garcon, we are monsters." Achille grinned wider as the boy backed away, "Oh come now there has been a full moon since we last…met you must know there is something else inside you now. Your sense of smell, hearing, even taste has changed and strengthened has it not?"
The boy nodded but said nothing.
"You and I are gurou, werewolves. We stalk the nights of the full and new moons, free, uninhibited predators." Achille began to circle the boy again, "There's a full moon coming tomorrow night in fact…we could hunt together. We like packs you know."
*
Jack stopped and looked down, he was breathing hard.
"Jack? Why did you stop?" William laid a hand on the pirates arm, "Are you alright? That didn't seem that bad."
"You weren't there mate. I need a break." Jack got up, "I swear I'll tell more tomorrow, I just need more time. I have a friend who I think can help us."
"Really who?" Will stood with him having decided not to push Jack to tell him more.
"A very…knowledgeable witch." Jack seemed to be gaining strength again, "Helped me out of many a Jam mate and led me to that book in fact." he nodded at the book on the table.
"So she knows about you?" Will asked as he followed Jack out the door.
"She saved me mate, tracked me down when I was at my lowest and gave me a new life. She'll help us save my Peapod."
Will stopped suddenly, an angry glint in his eye.
Jack turned and for once in his life actually looked apologetic. "I'm sorry lad. She'll help us save her."
"Well I guess we better get going then." Will took a deep breath and seemed to be compressing something, after a moment he slapped the pirate on the back. "Come on…Francis." William was suddenly laughing again as he passed by and started up the stairs.
"Think you're pretty damn funny don't you." Jack called after him.
William turned and spread his arms wide, "Oh I know I am…Francis."
Jack growled deep in his throat as he followed the laughing git up the stairs to the deck.
Chapter Author: Wickedswanz
Disclaimer: I don't own these characters, I'm just borrowing them for my maze.
Summary: Who is Jack Sparrow? Who is Achille? Can Will hold his tongue long enough to find out?
________________________
A great plain of green surrounded by thick forest land. In the middle of the clearing is a small village called Gamdorone. They were simple farming folk who feared their superstitions and lived by the earth.
A young boy not more the 15 played with his wooden sword, striking what he called the wicked tree over and over with greater accuracy and strength. His long brown hair is tied back loosely with a thin red ribbon that had been a gift from an older woman. He struck the tree again, he spun and struck, dropped and struck and finally fell to the ground exhausted.
"Francis!" His mother called as she walked towards him, "Francis, I have some bread if you're hungry" She smiled down at her son, seemingly unperturbed by his exhausted state. With the wind blowing her long black braids around her face, she was a sight to behold. A single grey streak betrayed her age.
*
"Wait!" William interrupted "Your real name is Francis?"
Jack glared at the younger man, "Francis Jackson Sparrow…do you want to hear this or not?"
William's shoulders were shaking with mirth, "Yes, of course I do. Please continue…Francis." He was clenching his teeth, trying to keep a straight face.
*
"Ahh mum, I told you already. Call me Jackson, Francis is father's name." the boy grinned up at his mother, and took her offered hand.
She pulled him to his feet, "Your name is Francis and yes your were named for your father. You should be proud." her voice was stern but her eyes were full of pride. "Now come on inside and have some bread, I made it for you."
That night he lay in his bed listening to his parents as he always did. They would talk and laugh and sometimes sing or play music together. His father worked hard on their farm, but no matter how tied he always had time to enjoy the company of his beautiful wife. In Francis' mind there was no better way to fall asleep then to the sound of his parents laughter and lovemaking. He was happy.
*
"It's all great that your family was a great big ball of happy kissy lovey…" Will was cut off by jack's dangerous glare. "Well are we going to get to the Achille, beast bits soon? Time isn't exactly on our side."
"Look mate you can listen and help me or I can describe just how gorgeous Izzie looked when I was about to peel of her knickers." Will stopped smiling, and Jack continued "There is a point here and I will get to it when I get to it…Savvy?"
"Fine" Will's voice was tightly reigned.
*
There was only one vexation in his life, one frustration that he just couldn't get past and her name was Annabelle. Just turned 20 and so full of womanly beauty and grace and just a touch of sensual mischief to keep the 15 year old boy curious and anxious.
He followed her like a hungry dog, and came running when she asked for help. So when one night she showed up outside his window, he didn't ask questions, he just followed. She led him into the woods to a clearing where she proceeded to strip away her clothes and beckoned him to her.
That was the boy's first time and from that point on she called him out often and he went willingly. Until one night while they lay side by side in their afterglow they realized that they weren't alone. Someone, something was watching. They could hear it breathing and both of them sensed the danger.
When the beast struck they were dressed and walking hand in hand. Francis reacted immediately and without hesitation. He jumped in front of her, yelling for her to run. The beast hit him hard and took him down. When the boy woke up he was different.
And the next night he changed for the first time. It was painful and terrifying and when he woke he found himself in the woods with no memory as to how he managed to get there.
*
"Wait, wait just a minute, you were seduced by a 20 year old woman when you 15? You just threw that in to gloat." William interrupted again.
"No lad she has a deathly important place in this story." At Jack's serious tone William nodded and listened.
*
Soon after a man showed up in Gamdorone, a stranger to those parts. He was a French man and called himself Achille. From the first Francis had an uncomfortable feeling about that man. There was a darkness there, something he just couldn't describe. He could just smell the evil drip from this man.
Of course Annabella was instantly attracted to the stranger and soon stopped showing at young Francis' window all together.
The boy soon found out why when he was walking through the village square one morning. He couldn't believe his eyes when he caught sight of his beautiful Annabella and Achille walking hand in hand sharing the good news of their coming engagement with all who would listen.
*
William suddenly jumped to his feet, "Ahh not much fun is it, when an outsider sails in and horns in on your bonny lass is it!?"
Jack didn't answer, just looked at the man in silence.
William sat down and buttoned his lips. After a moment he unbuttoned them again, "So what did you do?" he asked in his sweetest voice.
"What the bloody hell do ya think mate? I followed him one night into the woods to fight the bugger."
William raised a single eyebrow and said nothing.
*
Francis spent most of his nights now watching the window, waiting and hoping that she would come again. Hoping that she would realize her mistake and return to him. One night he saw something else, it was Achille. His long white hair was tied back with a red ribbon, just like the one Annabella had given Francis.
Without another thought he opened his window and climbed out. Francis kept his distance so as not to be seen by the older man. He couldn't have been much more then 25 years and yet something in the man's eyes had seemed older.
"Are you planning to confront me at some point, or shall we walk a little more in silence"
The thick French accent flew back at Francis and shocked him to his core. "How did you…?" but he stopped suddenly as the other man was now in front of him. He had closed the distance in seconds.
"Trifle, not important." Achille circled the boy, his eyes never leaving him, his grin never faltered. "But what is important is why you are following me."
The boy opened his mouth to speak and closed it, he opened it again and closed it again.
"Oh please garcon, spit it out, as they say." he bowed politely but continued to circle slowly.
"Who the hell do you think you are!" Francis began to turn in time with the man. "You come here from nowhere, stealing other men's women and, and…"
"Ahh you speak of Annabella and by the use of the term 'Other men's women', I assume you mean your woman."
"Yes, Annabella and I are in love and you have no right to take her from me."
Achille laughed, surprisingly loud and boisterous considering his rather thin frame. "There was no taking about it. She came to me and won my heart and I asked her to marry. Your name was never mentioned."
Francis looked away and tightened his jaw, he wanted to call him a liar but somehow he could smell the truth in the man's words. "Who are you? No one knows you here. Why did you come?" his voice was hushed and he clenched his hands together.
Achille chuckled, "The question here is not who am I but who are you."
The boy looked shocked, "What?"
"Does anyone here really know who you are? What you are?" Achille stopped and leaned closer, "I know what you are, Jackson Sparrow." and he grinned at the boy's shocked expression, "That's what you like to be called isn't it? Jack."
"You…you're the one who attacked me…you're a monster."
"Oh no garcon, we are monsters." Achille grinned wider as the boy backed away, "Oh come now there has been a full moon since we last…met you must know there is something else inside you now. Your sense of smell, hearing, even taste has changed and strengthened has it not?"
The boy nodded but said nothing.
"You and I are gurou, werewolves. We stalk the nights of the full and new moons, free, uninhibited predators." Achille began to circle the boy again, "There's a full moon coming tomorrow night in fact…we could hunt together. We like packs you know."
*
Jack stopped and looked down, he was breathing hard.
"Jack? Why did you stop?" William laid a hand on the pirates arm, "Are you alright? That didn't seem that bad."
"You weren't there mate. I need a break." Jack got up, "I swear I'll tell more tomorrow, I just need more time. I have a friend who I think can help us."
"Really who?" Will stood with him having decided not to push Jack to tell him more.
"A very…knowledgeable witch." Jack seemed to be gaining strength again, "Helped me out of many a Jam mate and led me to that book in fact." he nodded at the book on the table.
"So she knows about you?" Will asked as he followed Jack out the door.
"She saved me mate, tracked me down when I was at my lowest and gave me a new life. She'll help us save my Peapod."
Will stopped suddenly, an angry glint in his eye.
Jack turned and for once in his life actually looked apologetic. "I'm sorry lad. She'll help us save her."
"Well I guess we better get going then." Will took a deep breath and seemed to be compressing something, after a moment he slapped the pirate on the back. "Come on…Francis." William was suddenly laughing again as he passed by and started up the stairs.
"Think you're pretty damn funny don't you." Jack called after him.
William turned and spread his arms wide, "Oh I know I am…Francis."
Jack growled deep in his throat as he followed the laughing git up the stairs to the deck.