The Price of Rum

Title: The Price of Rum (16/17)

Author: Lydia NightShade

Pairing: Jack Sparrow/Will Turner

Rating: NC-17

Warnings: Violence, angst, blood/gore, rape, mentions of cannibalism, and character death. I was in a really dark place when I wrote this, dears… it’s quite gruesome, but I wouldn’t have it any other way. I think I just poured all my negative feelings into it.

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: Aw come on… one more for the road?

Beta: NightRider

Author’s Notes: Thanks to everyone that supported me throughout this story. It was my fist fanfic and I’m going to miss it, but I’m also glad to finally have a multi-parter finished. So, I hope you all enjoy and will enjoy my future stories. ^_^

A/N 2: I mention Bootstrap Bill in this chapter, but since this is AU and was started before I saw the movie he won’t be Will’s father, just another hot boy that looks like William Turner. So his name would be Bill Bootstrap not Turner I guess… or he just goes by that instead of a real name like Barby’s crew. I mean Tweek, Bo’sun, Twig, Pintel, and Regatti etc, etc, etc…


“NOOOOOO!” Will screamed as Barbossa held him close. Will pushed against the older man’s chest and struggled for all he was worth. “You’re not real! You’re not real!” He kneed the deranged roughen in the groin and fell backwards on the ground when the man’s grip on his neck suddenly disappeared. Will looked up to see Barbossa crouching on the floor, his eyes locked on Will. He seemed to be enjoying the pain.

“You’re mad!” Will whispered, backing up until he felt the warm squish of his hand hitting Craig’s gutted corpse. He screamed in disgust as he realized he had put his hand in the open stomach wound. The entrails wrapped around his fingers making it difficult to remove his hand. When he managed to pull out his now blood-soaked hand and started trembling at the sight.

“What’s the matter, poppet? Not used to blood on your hands?” He stood up and slowly advanced on the distraught teenager, picking up the discarded knife and holding it under Will’s chin. Will gasped at the swift action, but remained still. Barbossa reached up and gently stroked Will’s face. The teen jerked his head away in an attempt to escape the burning touch, but Barbossa’s hold on his hair made him stop. It felt as though he was being touched by the Devil himself, everywhere Barbossa touched him he expected a boil to appear.

“Just leave me alone,” he whispered, shaking his head in disbelief. Barbossa laughed and grabbed Will’s bloody wrist. He laughed as Will flinched when he saw the now cold, sticky fluid on his hands. Barbossa forced the teen’s hand toward his trembling lips.

“Taste what you’ve done. It’s the most satisfying drink you’ll ever have.” He smiled evilly as Will shuddered and pulled away. The older pirate was persistent, however, and he pressed the knife firmly on Will’s jugular forcing him to stop moving. “I said taste what you’ve done, poppet!” He snarled, smashing Will’s hand against his pale face.

“NO! Get the fuck away from me, you retched bastard!” His resistance only fueled Barbossa’s rage. The man snarled and jerked the boy’s wrist back, almost snapping it again. Will cringed in pain, but didn’t cry out.

“You need to learn your place again.” Will shook his head and spat in the man’s face.

“It’ll be your funeral when Jack gets here! He won’t let you escape this time.” Will hissed back, he refused to believe this man owned him. “I hate you!” Will kicked at Barbossa, but the older man was quicker and he moved the knife in time to force it into Will’s leg with the force of the lad’s own kick. Will wailed in pain and fell over on his side as the pain shot through his leg.

“Haven’t you learned by now, poppet?” He said arrogantly, “I. Always. Win.” He reached behind Will’s prone form to Craig’s body. He was going to break this young man if it was the last task he ever accomplished. The final stab to Jack Sparrow’s heart as well. “We’ll just have to sit and wait for little Sparrow.” He purred, digging into Craig’s body and pulling out the man’s intestines. Will thought he’d vomit at the moist pop he heard come from Craig’s lifeless body as his guts were pulled out.

“What are you doing?” Will asfearfearfully. Barbossa only smirked as he pulled Will’s hands together.

“Well, I can’t have you running around until Sparrow gets here, now can I?” Will’s eyes bugged out and he screamed. Barbossa overpowered him and pinned Will against Craig’s body. “I don’t think you’ve fully comprehended what you have become.” He pulled out the cooling organ and started wrapping it around Will’s wrists. Will was thrashing so Barbossa straddled his waist. “Stop struggling. They’re slippery,” the mad man said calmly, completely ignoring Will’s utter horror.

“This isn’t happening!” He shouted over and over as Barbossa wrapped the intestines tightly around Will’s wrists. When he was satisfied with the ties there, he looped the cold slimy organs around Will’s neck. He knew they wouldn’t be an extremely effective rope, but the mental torment would hold the boy in place better than chains ever could.

“I’ll never be like you! I killed him because he would have raped me!” Will wailed as Barbossa just smiled at the lad’s tears and pain.

“No you didn’t, poppet. You killed him because he threatened to take what’s yours.” Will looked at him confused.

“What are you talking about? Just go away!” Will sobbed. Barbossa jerked Craig’s intestines sharply cutting into Will’s air supply. “You really are the Devil,” the lad moaned, his anguish rather apparent. Barbossa laughed and pinched Will’s chin, forcing him to open his mouth.

“I’m not The Devil, lad… just A devil; although, you’re well on your way to becoming one yourself. Now open up, I don’t want you screaming any warnings to my little birdie.” Will wailed and tried to pull away, but the older man managed to force the intestine inside Will’s mouth. Will vomited the moment Barbossa tightened the slippery gag around his hair and forced it further into his mouth. His bile oozed out the sides of his mouth and down his chin. Barbossa was in heaven. He stretched Will’s mouth painfully wide to release the excess bile. Will coughed and sputtered on the floor. Miserable.

“The picture of innocence lost, poppet. I couldn’t be prouder if I tried.” Will’s body was racked with insane sobs as he looked down at his shaking wrists and tried to free them. His face was twisted in disgust at the thought of what was in his mouth and all he seemed capable of doing anymore was rocking back and forth.

“Don’t struggle too much, poppet. You’ll cut off your air supply and be dead before Sparrow even gets here. Then how am I going to get him to do what I want?” Will looked up at him in complete misery and cried brokenly. “You’re so beautiful like this,” Barbossa lamented as he squatted in front of his prey watching the lad’s sanity slowly dissolve before his eyes.

“Will?! Where are you?!”

Both men looked up at the sound of Jack’s frantic voice coming from just outside the door. Barbossa leapt from his place on the floor and hid behind the door. Jack ran into the dilapidated cottage without caution, only expecting to find Craig. When his eyes rested on Will, he froze, putting a hand to his mouth to stifle the urge to vomit himself. Will was bleeding from his leg and bound by Craig’s intestines.

“Oh, god… angel?” Will screamed as he saw Barbossa fly at Jack from behind and pin his lover’s arm at his sides. Barbossa jerked Jack’s arm behind his back and used his other hand to cover the younger pirate’s mouth.

“So good to see you again, little birdie. We didn’t really get reacquainted last time.” Jack felt the icy hand of terror grip his heart as the slimy voice caressed his ear followed by a moist tongue. “You’re still so pretty,” he purred, smelling Jack’s jeweled dreads. Jack could only stare at his younger lover sitting in pure agony on the floor, feebly trying to free his hands from the makeshift bindings. He heard the frantic sobs and erratic breathing. Will wouldn’t last much longer.

“He doesn’t have much time left, Sparrow… and you know it. Lye with me and I’ll let him live. Unfortunately, I can’t make you the same promise, but if you submit I swear on the code not to hurt the whelp any further.” Jack could feel himself trembling. He’d never fully recovered from his first times with Barbossa. His tormentor removed his hand so that Jack could answer.

“You’ve never kept to the code in your life,” he snarled, his eyes prickling with moisture. “You swore last time if I kept to the code Bill would be safe…” he broke off and squeezed his eyes shut at the memory.

**** “Jack, help me!” the youthful voice of Bootstrap Bill called out to his equally young lover. Jack was held back by Barbossa and forced to watch as the crew ravaged the only person he had ever loved.

“Bill! No! Let go of me, snake!” He started to weep openly and pull pathetically at the strong arms that bound him. “You promised…” he moaned heartbrokenly.

“I promised that /I/ wouldn’t hurt him… never said anything about me crew, poppet.” He smiled in satisfaction at his young victim’s anguish. He knew the two had been secret lovers for some time and it angered him immensely. Jack belonged to him alone. “Don’t worry; he won’t live to feel the pain tomorrow.” Jack released a broken sob as he was pulled away from the horrific scene, still screaming his lover’s name.

“NO! Bill!”

“Jack! I can’t… I can’t… ahhhhhh--…” Bill’s voice was suddenly cut short as his throat was sliced open and his crimson life fluid covered the deck. Jack looked on in the purest form of grief. He couldn’t register what had just happened. His lover, Bill, was dead. Brutally raped and then murdered like an animal.

“Told you he wouldn’t feel it tomorrow.” Barbossa chuckled in his ear. Jack shook and gasped shakily before renewing his struggles.

“NOOOOO!” he screeched his voice laden with pain and sorrow. “NO! Bill! Bill, answer me!” he continued to weep and cry for his dead lover even as he was dragged below deck, back to the captain’s cabin and raped once again. ****


“He made for a great meal, did he not?” Barbossa asked jovially, enjoying the tears the streamed down Jack’s face. “I’llhapphappy to do it again.” He threatened, looking over to Will. “I’m hungry and his body would provide ample sustenance for a few weeks.” He looked at Will again and quirked his eyebrow. “Never realized how much they looked alike before… now I see why you have such a soft spot for him. Does he know?” he asked, his voice full of curiosity.

“I couldn’t go through that again…” Jack whispered. “Will is my life. Do what you want to me, but don’t touch him… your crew either,” Jack added darkly, staring his old enemy in the eye. Barbossa’s smirkedenedened. He wouldn’t give his rapist the satisfaction of knowing he was right. Jack hadn’t noticed it before, but his two loves looked very much a like. They even had similar names.

“So you have learned something.” He stroked Jack’s face and kissed his neck. “To the bed chamber then,” he purred huskily, pushing Jack forward. He kept his hold on the younger man’s arm just to be safe. “Can’t leave you all alone, now can we, poppet?” he chimed, grabbing Will by his hair and dragging him along as well. Both younger men flinched in disgust at the slurping pop that followed Craig’s intestines being completely pulled from his body. The sound of the cold organ came slithering behind them.

The evil man pulled both his hostages up the stairs to the master bedroom. It was dusty and the original sheets were still there. Will whimpered as he was thrown on the mattress roughly, the dried blood making them coarse and stiff. He was still trembling from the idea that he had his victim’s intestines wrapped around his body. Jack pulled at the hold Barbossa had on him to no avail.

“Changed your mind?” Barbossa asked amused. Jack continued to struggle, trying to get to his lover.

“Why did you bring him? You swore you wouldn’t hurt him!” Jack growled. “I won’t submit if you touch one hair on his head!” Barbossa gripped Jack’s throat and pushed him down to the mattress as well. Jack gasped and pulled at the fingers cutting off his precious oxygen.

“I want him to see just how weak you really are.” Barbossa snarled his voice dripping with sadism. He ripped Jack’s shirt open and kneaded the exposed golden flesh. Will cried and reached up to stop Barbossa. He threw his torso onto Jack’s trying to block the angry hands that molested his lover. He looked down into Jack’s moist, soulful eyes and felt his own moistening. He couldn’t let Jack do this for him. Will shook his head pleadingly at Jack begging him to reconsider.

“Don’t be jealous, poppet. I’m just getting reacquainted.” Barbossa roughly pushed Will to his back, laughing at the boy’s sorrowful cries. Jack looked at his reason for existing and smiled sorrowfully. He stroked Will’s cheek and tugged at the gag.

“I’m taking this off him,” he said sternly, no question in his voice. Barbossa didn’t care. He had both of them right where he wanted them. Jack yanked the chilled life organ out of the adolescent’s mouth and wiped away the vomit from Will’s chin. “I’m so sorry, angel… I should have been there for you.”

“Jack, please, don’t do this! You can’t go through that again… I’ve seen how the memories haunt you. Please!” Will was completely undone. The thought of watching Jack being raped before his eyes to save /him/ was too much to bear.

“Be silent, or I’ll put it back in.” Barbossa smirked at the look of revulsion spreading over Will’s face. “What’s the matter, poppet? Leave a bad taste in your mouth?” He cackled maniacally, running his hands up Jack’s chest. “Still so smooth… though not quite as fresh as you used to be. Still have my marks on you though.” The sadist ran his finger over one of many scars. Each one was categorized and committed to his memory. They were mementos of their time together to Barbossa, permanent reminders of pain to Jack.

Without warning he jerked Jack’s head up sharply and crushed their lips together. It was harsh and violent, catching Jack off guard. He suppressed a cry of pain and squeezed his eyes shut, preparing for the inevitable. Barbossa ran his hands up and down the trembling body, ripping Jack’s breeches off fiercely. Barbossa gripped Jack’s flaccid member and tugged on it harshly causing the younger man to whimper slightly in pain. Will used his uninjured leg to kick the side of Barbossa’s head.

“Keep your filthy hands off him!” He screeched his eyes ablaze with fury. “Retched bastard!” He spit up at his captor, glaring the purist hatred. He wasn’t surprised when Barbossa grabbed him by the hair again. Will knew what he was doing after all; however he never expected what happened next.

“I’ve had enough of you, /poppet/!” Barbossa growled, slicing into the young man’s flesh with his dagger. Will’s voice was stolen from him as he felt the intense sting of the blade severing his flesh and imbedding itself inside his abdomen.

“NO!” Jack screamed, lunging up at his rival and knocking him over the end of the bed. They tumbled together until Jack was pinned underneath the old, wretched body. Barbossa slammed Jack’s head against the floor repeatedly, until he saw the red smudge of Jack’s blood on the floor. Jack lay on the floor only half-conscious as his long time tormentor spread his legs and thrust into his prone form viciously. He cried out in agony as his felt himself being torn in two. A strong hand gripped his throat, cutting off his air as his body was violated.

‘This is it…’ he thought dazedly. His complete lack of interest in his own death almost made him want to laugh. He couldn’t get over the look on Will’s face as the blade entered his body. He was in so much pain it was obvious. ‘Just let me die,’ he thought miserably, not even able to fight back anymore.

“Just. Like. I. Remember.” Barbossa groaned, punctuating each word with a harsh thrust. He had missed his little Sparrow very much. Will was beautiful and young, but he couldn’t compare with the original. Speaking of the little twerp, where was he? Barbossa looked to the bed and didn’t see him. A flash of something going over his head was his only warning before he felt the knotted sheet against his throat.

“I told you to keep your filthy hands off him!” the soft, enraged voice hissed in his ear. “How does it feel? How does it feel to be completely helpless? Not so fucking fun when you’re the worm on the hook is it?” Will snarled, tugging on the noose even harder. “Is it?!” Barbossa was gasping and pulling at his throat. Will was possessed. He was endowed with a strength he never thought possible, but he had to save Jack from this mad man, his final act of bravery and selfless love before he died. Barbossa was forced to pull out of Jack, his face turning bright red from his lack of oxygen.

“W-Will?” Jack asked, confused. He groggily pushed himself up, wincing in pain from his rape. His vision was blurry and he blinked a few times looking as if he was blind.

“It’s alright, Jack, I’m going to kill him.” Will growled, his voice sounding insane. “The bastard is finally going to pay for what he’s done!” Jack could hear the pain in his lover’s voice. Underneath all the anger, hatred, and fear there was still the sweet innocent boy he fell in love with. He couldn’t let that boy die. Jack fumbled on the floor and found the discarded knife, still stained with his lover’s blood, by his breeches. He dressed and then crawled back over to where Will was holding down the slowly dying rapist.

“I won’t let your hands be stained further.” Jack raised the knife to show his tormentor his fate. “You won’t haunt me anymore!” He punched Barbossa repeatedly, tears streaming down his face. All his misery, all his pain and anguish came flowing out in the motions of his fists. “Just die…” Jack whimpered as he plunged the knife into Barbossa’s stomach. Fueled by his long suppressed rage and hurt, Jack became incensed. He stabbed over and over, not caring where he hit, just continuing to stab even long after Barbossa had inhaled his last breath.

“Jack, Jack stop…” Will said softly, coming up behind his lover. He’d released his hold on the sheet long ago and had come up behind Jack to pull him away. “Jack, please!” Will sobbed, embracing his lover as tightly as he could with his failing strength. The wound on his side had become much worse with his struggles and movements. “I don’t have much more time… please… just be with me until I’m gone.”

“W-what?” Jack asked, the finality in Will’s voice breaking through his rage. “What do you mean you don’t have much time? He’s dead now; everything is going to be fine now. You can’t leave me again!” Jack sobbed, shaking Will’s weakening form. “Damn it, Will… I can’t live without you… I don’t want to live without you!” Will smiled up, gently stroking Jack’s face.

“It’s alright, Jack. This is how I want to go… in your arms… I’m not scared. I’ll get to see momma and poppa again. You’ll be there too someday. Don’t worry, I’ll wait for you. I love you so much, Jack.” Will looked up into his trembling lover’s arms and felt his eyes watering. Jack looked so sad. He leaned up and kissed Jack, slowly and passionately. Jack could barely respond… he was just too over come with grief. “I’m sorry I have to leave you… I wish we could have been together one tim time.”

“I can’t lose you… not again. Will, you’re my reason for living,” he paused and ran his fingers through the silky curls he loved so much. “So if you’re going to the afterlife, I’m going to follow you.” He gripped the knife again and stabbed himself before Will could stop him.

“Jack no!” Will moaned, covering the wound with his hand. “No, make it stop!” he wailed, crying for his lover’s new fate.y diy did you do that? You’re so stupid, Jack!” Will cried, holding onto the man he loved more than his own life. “You could have lived…” Jack pushed Will away only slightly and tilted the lad’s chin up.

“Quality verses quantity, love. I don’t want to go on anymore. You were the only good thing in my life. I’ve seen so many things… so many sick things. Things no one should ever see or experience. I became a pirate in hopes of getting a better life, but it only made things worse.” He stopped as his grief over came him, but found the strength to go on. “That night I met you… I was planning on ending it all. I’d had enough. My crew could go on without me… no one really needed me anymore… until I met you.” He leaned down and kissed Will’s soft, trembling lips.

They continued to share their last breaths with each other until the pain became too great. Will moaned in pain as his life started to slip away. They spent their last moments lying on the bloody floor, holding each other. Jack caressed Will’s pale face one last time as he watched the life drain out of the lad. When Will was finally gone he placed a gentle kiss to his lips, closed the teen’s eyes, and awaited his own death. He pulled Will close to his chest and closed his own eyes.

“We’ll be together again soon, love… very soon…” His last words spoken, the famous Captain Jack Sparrow convulsed and died.


~The End~


Dear, Goddess… I actually got teary-eyed writing this. I’m planning a short epilogue so don’t worry… there is one more little ditty to go, and I promise it’ll make you feel better. Gods… I can’t believe it’s over… finally…