The Price of Rum

Title: The Price of Rum (17/17) Epilogue

Author: Lydia NightShade

Pairing: Jack Sparrow/Will Turner

Rating: NC-17

Warnings: Sweet merciful crap! I think there be now warnings! …oh wait… dark muse is having one last bloodlust… but it won’t be descriptive and I think most of you will cheer, not cringe, anyway so why even mention it. But no rape or cannibalism or puppies dying etc…

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: Let me know if you feel any better… or call me a liar because you’re still depressed lol!

Beta: NightRider

Author’s Notes: Thanks to everyone that supported me throughout this story. It was my first 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’m listening to Into the West right now, off the Return of the King soundtrack, so I’ll probably be weeping by the end of this little thing too. I’ll try not to get TOO sappy because I hate sap, but if it does… ye now know why… damn Annie Lennox and her perfect voice!


Ana Maria stared out into the calming waves of the ocean as she stood at the helm of the Black Pearl. It was a sublimely tranquil day upon the fierce sea she’d come to both admire and fear. Only gentle waves and blue skies for as far as the eye could see. She let the lone tear slip down her face. It appeared even the ocean was grieving.

She was captain of the Pearl. Finally. She had wanted it for so long, but never like this. It wasn’t supposed to be like this. She shuddered as she remembered the sight that had greeted her in the dilapidated cottage of Port Jarrett. The two men she loved most, her family in all aspects that mattered, lying dead in a pool of blood and other disgusting fluids.

Another tear slipped down her face at the memory of Jonathan desperately trying to revive them, until Cotton and Gibbs had to hold him back. She had watched the entire scene with a strange, indifferent air about her. It had almost felt as though she were watching someone else’s life, not her own. In her life, Jack and Will were happily dancing at the tavern and she had come to join them. In her life, an unfamiliar little girl hadn’t told her that Craig had taken “Unkie Will” away and that the dreaded funny man hadn’t foolishly gone after them alone. In her life, she didn’t find the pale corpses of her best friends, murdered.

A hand on her shoulder startled her, and she turned, dagger raised for the attack. “Peace, lass!” Gibbs’ gentle voice said, grabbing her wrist with only enough force to stop her from piercing him. “It’s time… Captain.” The title was still unfamiliar to both of them. She nodded numbly, and deftly replaced her dagger in its sheath.

She headed to the captain’s cabin, where two bodies lay wrapped in white linen. Both the bodies had been wrapped separately and then another sheet was used to bind them together.

“Just as you would have wanted,” she murmured, lovingly running a hand over the covered faces. She had bathed and clothed both of them before tightly wrapping the bodies. There had been some argument over how to bury the two. Some said they should bury them in Port Jarrett, others said that they should take them back to Port Royal where the two had first met. But Ana Maria had made the final choice.

“We’ll bury them at sea… that’s where they were happiest. On land they found only grief.”

More tears fell down her face at the memory. She had felt so confident when she had suggested it, but now that it was time to weigh down the bodies and drop them into their watery grave, she was feeling doubt.

“I don’t want to leave you behind,” she wept, falling to the floor and placing her head on Jack’s stomach. “I hate the thought of your bodies floating down into the dark abyss. I hate the fact that you’re gone, and I hate you for not listening to me Jack!” she cried angrily, slamming her fist down onto his chest “you miserable bastard!” Her body convulsed and twisted with the force of her violent sobs.

“But mostly I miss you…” she whispered, finally calming. She leaned back, wiping her tears and sniffling. She smirked and laughed brokenly. “Never could stay mad at you for very long, ya scallywag.” She stood, placing a tender kiss to each of her departed friends’ brows before opening the door to allow Gibbs and the others to take them above deck.

*~*~*~*

“Jack Sparrow was a man of many faces: a strong Captain, a jolly prankster, a fierce fighter, but mostly a good friend to all those lucky enough to fall under his good graces. He was the best damn scallywag on the seas. Life never gave him an easy hand so he took what he deserved, but always kept to the code.” Gibbs spoke. “Not a man here can say his life wasn’t better by knowing him… especially young mister Turner.” He lowered his head and stepped back in line with the others. Ana took her cue and stood by the departed lovers, smiling fondly.

“Will was like the little brother I lost when my village was overtaken by the British. He was everything Jack thought he had lost in himself. They truly did complete each other… and us.” She wiped away a tear and smiled warmly. “They will be missed by all they touched.”

Their eulogies spoken, Ana Maria gave the word and Mr. Cotton and Gibbs hefted up the wooden boards that held Jack and Will’s bodies, allowing them to slide off and into the clelue lue water. With the weights attached at their sides, the pair sank quickly, forever joined with the sea they both had come to love.

Ana Maria stared into the water for a few moments, giving herself and the rest of the crew a few moments to reflect. The sun came out from behind a cloud and shown down on her, filling her with a warm feeling of contentment. ‘You’ll live on in my heart my friends,’ she thought solemnly before turning back to her crew.

“Straighten up gentlemen! We have some unfinished business to attend to. Gibbs, bring forth the prisoner.” she commanded, a dark tone in her voice. The elderly gentleman smirked and disappeared below deck. “I’ll have justice for my loved ones,” she spoke quietly to herself. The sound of struggles filled her ears and soon Barbossa stood before her.

When they had found their Captain they had also came across the sadist Barbossa. Apparently he had not died from the wounds Jack had inflicted upon him. Ana Maria had ordered that he be treated and healed immediately. Jonathan, as did the rest of the crew, found it absurd, but did as told. Craig’s body had been incinerated when Ana Maria ordered the den of sin burned to the ground.

“Ah, Barbossa, we finally meet,” she said coldly.

“So we do,” he snarled. “I must thank ye for healing me. If you’d be so kind as to drop me off at the next port, I’ll be out of your way forever.” he said in what he thought to be a charming tone.

Ana Maria smiled and bowed, “Exactly what I was planning to do, Barbossa.” The crew looked at her as though she were mad, but said nothing.

“You truly are a kind woman, may the gods bless you.” He bowed as well, feigning civility. Her smirk widened and a gleam of evil sparked in her eye.

“Thank you. We’re almost to Port Bradley as we speak; I believe it’s a favorite of yours. However, before you go I wish to bestow a gift upon you.” He eyed her with caution, but didn’t want to show any fear. “The same gift you bestowed upon my beloved friends!” she spat, her words laced with ice. Barbossa paled as he was suddenly tied to the mast, his hands above his head.

“What’s in your head, girl!” he shouted angrily, pulling at his bonds. She strolled up to him like a panther strolling through its jungle territory, the same killer spark in her eyes.

“Just giving you something to remember Jack and Will by. You see, Jack told me of his past one drunken night, and I mean to make sure you always remember the pain you’ve caused.” One of the crew came up to their hostage carrying a wickedly sharp axe. “We'll have one appendage for each of your victims, one for Jack, Will, Bootstrap, and us.”

Barbossa screamed every profanity in the world at her, but she was unfazed. She walked slowly back to what was now her cabin.

“I always knew your people were only good for slaves!” he screamed. She halted in her tracks and paused, then looked over her shoulder at him.

“Mr. Cotton, let's say you show Barbossa what it’s like to go through life without a tongue.” Cotton smiled and pulled out his knife, heading for the struggling madman. Ana didn’t look back when she heard the screaming and the sound of metal chopping through bone. She quietly walked into her new captain’s cabin, shut the door, and took out a bottle of rum.

“Here’s to you my friends.” She raised her glass to the sea and downed a large gulp before lying back on Jack’s bed, drifting into a dreamless sleep.

*~*~*~*~*~*

Will moaned and rolled over. He was on something soft and he felt sleepy. Muffled memories of the past twenty-four hours came crashing back to him and he jerked up in the bed. He was alone, clothed and in a room that looked just like the captain’s cabin of the Pearl. He searched himself, but found no wounds, not even his scars, from Barbossa.

“J-Jack?” he called out nervously. He received no response so he decided to go in search of the one he loved. To his surprise, he found he was not on the Black Pearl after all, but a small, comfy cottage on a beach. It was bright and shining outside with crystal clear skies and translucent aquamarine water. He was breathless, but felt an overwhelming sense of peace come over him.

‘Where on Earth am I?’ he mentally questioned, not expecting an answer.

“You’re not on Earth at all anymore, William.” Will jumped and spun around to find himself, once again, staring at his mother. He smiled brightly and flew into her arms. “I told you we’d meet again, little one.” She laughed as she clutched him closely and felt him returning the hug with equal vigor.

“I missed you so much,” he said, his voice filled with tears. He pulled away and realization flashed through his eyes. “I’m dead again, aren’t I?” He frowned and his brown eyes were so moist and dilated that she had to laugh.

“Yes, I’m afraid so. Not even I could protect you this time.” She kissed his brow and ran a hand through his hair. “But don’t worry, little one,” she whispered lovingly, pressing their foreheads against each other. “You’re not alone this time.” Will’s head popped up immediately and a smile c ove over his face.

“You mean…” He dropped off, too excited to speak. She nodded, a bright smile on her face. “Where?!”

She pointed over his shoulder. Will followed her finger and found Jack emerging from the crystal clear water. He looked like something out of a myth. His sun-kissed chest was shimmering with moisture, his brown shorts clinging to his legs and a stringer of fish in his left hand. Tears rolled down Will’s face at the sight. All of his lover’s scars were gone and he looked shinny and new.

“I love you, momma!” he shouted over his shoulder as he took off in a mad dash for his lover. “Jack!” he shouted joyously, jumping into the older man’s arms and wrapping his legs around his waist. Jack was caught completely by surprise and they both plunged into the water. Jack came up sputtering, but Will seemed completely unfazed.

“Jack! Jack, Jack, Jack, Jack! You’re okay!” Will was overjoyed and placing frantic kisses over the older man’s face. “I love you so much. I thought I’d never see you again!” Once the pirate captain got his bearings back, he held Will’s face in his hands and smiled.

“I told you I’d fw yow you,” he breathed, before capturing the boy’s lips in a fierce kiss. It was a pure expression of their love and affection, of their sheer elation at their souls being joined forever in perfect unity.

“You’re my heart and soul, my love; I could never be away from you.” Jack professed once they had finally parted. Will couldn’t stop touching him; it was all just too good to be true. Jack laughed at Will’s wondering touch and overactive eyes. “Forget what I look like already?” He laughed and took Will’s wrists within his gentle grip. Will blushed.

“I’m sorry, I’m just afraid if I let you go you’ll disappear and I’ll be all alone.” He pulled out of the grip and hugged Jack tightly. “I don’t ever want to be without you, Jack. The thought scares me more than seeing… Him… again.” Jack returned the embrace and rubbed Will’s back affectionately.

“Don’t speak of him anymore. He can’t hurt us here,” Jack said softly, kissing Will’s baby soft shoulder. He looked up to see the same strange woman that had greeted him when he woke up. She was watching them and smiling serenely. She hadn’t spoken to him yet, and she was starting to creep him out. “Will, do you know who that strange woman is?” Will turned around and waved at her, a big grin on his face.

“She’s my mum.” he said simply, not noticing Jack’s eyes practically fly out of his skull.

“You’re WHAT?!” Jack blanched and pushed Will away. “You let me kiss you like that in front of your MUM!? She must be pissed as hell!” Will stared up at Jack cynically, leaning on his elbows as the waves lapped at his waist.

“What are you worried about, that she’ll /kill/ you? Oh, no, wait! Too late for that!” Will started giggling, clutching his sides. Jack didn’t share his lover’s enthusiasm.

“Using my death against me is not funny. She’s an angel; maybe she’ll damn me to hell! Or worse… make me a eunuch.” He shivered and scrunched his face up in disgust. Will threw his head back and laughed uproariously.

“You’re insane. Go talk to her. I bet she wants to speak to you anyway. After all, you did take her son’s virginity away.” he teased, spreading his legs and waggling his eyebrows. Jack groaned at the sight and almost forgot the woman watching them, too wrapped up in the angelic sight before him. He knelt down and crawled on top of the youth and brushed his lips against Will’s.

“Ahem…” Jack looked up to see that their audience was now leaning over them. “A word, Mr. Sparrow?” She said in a sweet voice. He twitched and sighed.

“Captain, Captain Jack Sparrow, if you please.” He heard Will snort and flashed him an angry glare. “I’ll deal with /you/ later.” Will rolled his eyes and sat back up, splashing in the water.

“Take my hand and close your eyes.” The angel said, her voice sounding like a psalm, taking Jack’s hand in hers. “See you soon, sweetie,” her voice whispered softly in Will’s mind. It was the only warning he received before both his lover and his mother disappeared.

*~*~*~*

When Jack opened his eyes again he found himself in a tunnel of clouds. The beach was gone as was the pale sea and white gulls. He turned and found his companion, clad in a white flowing gown with a silver bodice, staring at him with sorrowful eyes. Flecks of silver moisture dotted her emerald eyes, reflecting sympathy and knowledge. Jack saw his entire life inside her eyes. All hecreecrets revealed, and every wound exposed. He found it too overwhelming to hold the gaze and closed his eyes softly, a tear escaping and trailing down his tanned face.

“Can you truly not look at your own life?” she asked, an undertone of sympathy in her angelic voice. He couldn’t find his voice to answer her, the memories stealing all his power to speHe nHe nodded and wiped away the reluctant tears in his eyes. “How truly sad for you,” she said. She reached out a hand to him and stroked his face. The divine comfort broke through all of Jack’s defenses and he finally began to weep. He fell to his knees, finally grieving for everything in his life. He grieved for his father abandoning the family, his mother’s suicide, the cruel people at the orphanage, running away to become a pirate with his best friend Bill, their first night as lovers, and lastly, Barbossa killing Bill and then tormenting Jack for many years.

“Why are you showing me these things?! Am I being punished?” He looked up at her, begging forgiveness for whatever offense he may have done. She offered him a hand up and pulled him into a hug, wrapping her wings around their bodies so they were bathed in light.

“Catharsis.” She felt him scoff at her reply, and laughed. “You are quite a unique soul, Captain Sparrow.”

“Aye, a tarnished soul.”

She pushed him back and shook her head, staring into his kohl-rimmed eyes.

“No, a genuine soul. It is through suffering that the true beauty of a person's spirit shines through. You’ve been through so many toils and still you maintained your gentle spirit, and because of you gentle spirit, my son was spared a life on the streets that would have ruined him. And then you would never have been reunited that night.” Jack quirked an eyebrow at her last comment, looking rather confused.

“How could we have been reunited that night if we had never met before?” He saw the mirth in her eyes and suddenly felt like the butt of a bad joke. “It’s not nice to throw riddles at the dead you know, lass… my brain’s rotted out of my skull.”

“I know you noticed the similarity in your lovers’ appearances. That was no accident. My dearest William is the reincarnation of Bill’s soul. When he died he begged the powers that be to give the two of you a second chance. They felt it was fair because of your abrupt parting.”

“That sounds like Bill. He never gave up… not even while…” he broke off and shivered. “Well, I guess you know what happened… but why did they make it so difficult for us then?” She shrugged and sighed.

“That’s the problem with life… you can never predict how it will go or when it will end. Not even the higher powers can know that, they’re only there to offer guidance and hope.”

“Are all you angels philosophical or is it only the ones that are related to my trashy soul?” She laughed and kissed his forehead.

“They were right about you, you’re a real pip. The only reason I told you all of this was so that you wouldn’t spend an eternity wondering what happened to Bill’s soI knI know you love my son, but nothing can replace first love.” She smirked at him, appearing more human in her stance. “Consider it my wedding gift,” she said cynically. Jack scoffed in amusement.

“Now I see where the boy gets his humooes oes Will know any of this?” She shook her head and looked at him sternly.

“No, and he should not be told. It doesn’t matter now. Both souls are at peace.” She looked down and then back up, this time her eyes were sad. “Take good care of my baby…”

“Aren’t you staying?”

“I’m an angel; I’ve got duties to perform. I will check in from time to time though, so you'd best behave yourself, Captain Sparrow, or I’ll turn you into a eunuch. Do I make myself clear?” He blanched and swallowed poignantly, nodding.

“Crystal.”

*~*~*~*~*

“Give me another,” the drunken voice of Ana Maria called out to the barkeep.

“What’s in your heart that makes you so sad, lass?” the man asked.

“I just buried my family today.” she said and offered no more information. It wasn’t an entirely false statement. Today was the day the tombstones she'd ordered had been ready. It was the day she'd gone to the cliff of Port Royal that faced the sea and set up her monument to her dearly departed Captain and friend. Their bodies may have been in the sea, but she would make sure that somewhere in the world there was solid proof they had lived and loved.

They had arrived in Bradley three weeks after Barbossa’s punishment. No one wanted to stay there very long, so they loaded up some supplies, weighed anchor, and left the same night. They had delivered their prisoner to a madhouse, not looking back. It wasn’t a concern of theirs that the inmates were mistreated horribly. After that was taken care of, an indescribable urge propelled her back to Port Royal where they had first met young William Turner.

“I think you should call it a night, lass. You’re giving me good business, but I don’t want you passing out in my bar.” She scoffed, but downed her last drink, threw some shillings on the table and exited the humble tavern. She wandered the lonely streets in her drunken haze, not caring where she went or whom she bashed into. It was getting cold, but the overabundance of spirits in her system warmed her blood and made her apathetic to it. She wandered the empty dark streets and alleys for hours, doing everything in her power to keep from going back to her Captain’s cabin, which still smelled of her two friends.

As she passed one alley, she heard the faint sound of crying. She considered the thought of ignoring it and moving on, but the sobs sounded so heartfelt and lost… just like her own soul was. Against her better judgment she wandered down the alley, trying to hone in on the cause of the weeping. She found the source to be a young woman of about seventeen or eighteen, huddled in the darkest corner of the alley. The girl’s hair was messy but the moon reflecting off the blonde gave it an almost heavenly look. To add to the illusion, the girl was clad in a white undergarment only, though it looked like a dress in and of itself. She never understood the fashions of the wealthy.

“What’s a girl of your station doing out here in the middle of the night?” Ana Maria slurred, leaning against the wall to keep from falling. The girl looked up at her fearfully for a moment, unconsciously wrapping her delicate arms around her slim frame.

“What business is it of yours?” she snapped harshly, but her voice betrayed the hurt and fear she must be feeling. “Just leave me here to die.” Ana felt her own heart wrench at the complete honesty she heard in the girl’s request.

“Mind if I join you? I haven’t got much left to live for either,” she drawled, already plopping down next to the petite, pale girl. “I just buried my family today, I’m captain of a ship I only got because of their deaths and I’m exceptionally drunk… your turn.” Ana turned to gaze upon the tear-streaked face of her new companion and saw the shadow of a smile spread over it, but it wasn’t one of joy.

“I’m the governor’s daughter, my mother just died a fortnight ago. My father did not handle her passing well and took to the bottle… he tried to rape me tonight. He said I looked just like her and I should fulfill her duties.” She began to cry again, burying her face in her knees. “I cannot go back to that house! He’s waiting for me… he’s always drunk.” Ana sighed sadly and wrapped a comforting arm around the girl, pulling the youth to her chest.

“I’m so sorry, little one. There’s no shame in crying over such a thing.” The young girl found herself clinging to the mysterious woman, who appeared to be close to her own age, yet spoke with the wisdom of an elder.

“Are you a kind Captain?” the girl’s soft voice asked. Ana looked down into the soulful brown depths of the woman in her arms, they were so innocent and yet so full of horror. She nodded in reply to the query.

“Aye, I am… for what it’s worth.”

“Could I join your crew then? I have long since desired to leave this place and see more of the world. I’ve taken care of my sickly mother most of my life and though I loved her dearly, she was also a burden. I longed for freedom and now that she’s gone there is nothing left for me here. I work hard and I do not eat much.” Ana laughed and patted the girl on her golden head.

“That is quite the resume, but it wasn’t needed. I have longed for the company of another woman on board for quite some time. I’d be happy to have you, even if you ate like a horse and worked like a kitten.”

The girl smiled, and in her excitement reached up to kiss Ana on her full, dark lips. Ana was caught by surprise and didn’t respond. The girl seemed to realize what she had done and blushed furiously.

“Forgive me! I meant no disrespect, I was just so happy to be finally getting out of here that I acted without thinking--”

Ana silenced her with another kiss, this one more passionate. It was an amazing sensation. She felt as though her heart was finally beating again, the rain clouds lifting from her soul. Elation and comfort all wrapped into one tiny sensation delivered on the lips of a fallen angel.

“There is nothing to forgive,” she purred, stroking the girl’s slightly dirty face. “Tell me angel, what’s your name?”

“Elizabeth Swann… And you, my savior?” she asked, a cheeky smirk on her face. Elizabeth had never felt very comfortable with men in such intimate settings, but somehow this pirate woman had her completely relaxed even after her own father had tried to rape her. What a strange world it was.

“Captain Ana Maria!” she shouted with great pride. Elizabeth laughed.

“Do I have to address you with your entire title every time?” Ana pinched Liz’s cheek and spoke in a silly voice.

“So cute with your snippy remarks. No, you may call me Ana Maria or just Ana, pretty one.” Elizabeth blushed at the pet name. No one had ever doted on her before that wasn’t a servant or lady in waiting.

“Can we go to your ship now? I’m cold.” Ana leaned in and placed another tender kiss to Elizabeth’s full, supple lips before she rose from the ground.

“Follow me, pretty one. It isn’t far… if I remember right… I am quite drunk after all.” They both laughed as they started walking in the general direction of the Black Pearl, hand in hand.

*~*~*~*~*~*

Jack slowly approached Will as his youthful lover continued to play around in the water. Will was doing back flips and headstands, even a few dolphin dives across the top of the water having a grand old time. In his fervor, he failed to notice his wily lover creeping up on him until he felt something pull on his ankles. Will let out a surprised yelp as he was pulled under the water and into Jack’s arms, and Jack brought them together for a deep kiss as he allowed their bodies to slowly float to the surface. They came up still kissing and groping at one another.

Jack quickly divested Will of his trademark white shirt and pants, needing more skin to touch. Will hardly noticed, as he was busy ripping off the older man’s pants. The younger man was being surprisingly aggressive… and Jack couldn’t have been more turned on. It was as if the rapes had never happened and they were back in their cabin, making love with the greatest of passion. He felt Will pushing him back and they parted. Somehow they made their way to the wet sand of the beach and Will straddled the older man.

“I’ve wanted to do this for so long,” Will panted, as he stroked Jack’s thick member, causing the older man to moan loudly. Jack threw his head back and closed his eyes as he felt Will’s hot mouth enclose one of his nipples while the youth’s soft hand continued to stroke him to full hardness.

“I—uhha—I didn’t know you could be so—ahhmm—bold!” Jack gasped, trying to get out of his pants. Will chuckled before suspending himself above Jack’s face, his own face surrounded by dripping wet tendrils of brown silly hair.

“We’re in paradise, love, I can be anything,” he purred, before leaning down to lick Jack’s lips. Jack pulled him down and rolled them so that he was on top, grinding their erections against one another. Will mewled at the friction and wrapped his legs around the older man’s waist. “Oh, gods, I love you Jack, I love you so much.” he moaned, completely succumbing to the sensations being bestowed upon his body.

“I love you too, angel, with all my heart and soul.” They both gasped as a torrent of water splashed against their heated bodies. Will used Jack’s surprise to flip them once again. Jack didn’t protest this time. He grabbed onto Will’s slim hips and bucked up, “Ride me, William. Make me quiver.” His voice was thick with lust, causing every part of Will’s body to stand at attention. He smiled down at the other man and ground his hips into Jack’s groin.

“Like that?” He asked with feigned innocence. He took Jack’s breathless moan as a ‘yes’ and then positioned himself above the older man’s dripping member. He was about to sheath himself on Jack’s tumescent organ when the older man stopped him.

“Wait! You haven’t been prepared, you’ll hurt yourself!” Jack’s eyes were filled with nothing but concern and fear for his lover’s pleasure. It made Will smile that the only time he ever saw the daredevil pirate use caution was when it came to their lovemaking.

“It’s all right, Jack. This is paradise, you can’t hurt me and I don’t need lube.” He kissed Jack tenderly as he slowly engulfed the man’s sex with his body. Both of them sighed contentedly when Will was finally fully sheathed. “I’ve missed this—ahh-aah!” Will couldn’t contain the noise that escaped his throat as Jack thrust up into him, hitting his sweet spot. It was… well… heavenly!

“Will, you’re so beautiful,” Jack said reverently, rubbing his hands up and down the younger man’s thighs and sides. Will rocked with Jack’s body and soon they were moaning and writhing with pleasure. It didn’t take long for them to climax, their screams of ecstasy swallowed in each other’s mouths as they kissed furiously. Will collapsed on top of Jack’s sweaty, warm body, kissing him slowly. “That was perfect, love. Gods, I’ve missed this,” he whispered happily, holding Will close to his body. They rolled onto their sides and slowly separated. Jack slowly caressed Will’s body as the adolescent did the same to him.

“And just think, we can do this for all eternity!” Will said jovially, smiling impishly and leaning in for a kiss. Jack pulled him close, kneading the flesh of Will’s taut back. Their legs intertwined as the kiss slowly became more passionate. Before they knew it both we hard as a rock. “More vitality in here too, I see.” Will chuckled. “This could get rather repetitious.” he said with mock concern. Jack quirked his eyebrow and pursed his lips in thought.

“Well,” Jack cooed, rolling Will onto his stomach and covering him with his own body. “We’ll just have to try as many new things as possible.” He started kissing down Will’s back as he slowly made his way down to the teen’s opening. He parted Will’s cheeks and traced the crease with his tongue. Will gasped and arched his body up, giving Jack better access. The older man traced his opening teasingly before plunging his tongue into Will’s moist heat. Will cried out in pleasure, digging his fingers into the sand. Jack continued to penetrate him with his wet oral muscle until he felt Will’s body tighten and the teen came in copious gobs onto the sand.

Jack smiled and leaned back on his heels, his own erection twitching and purple with need. Will took a few moments to collect himself before he rolled over and looked at his lover, his eyes dark and clouded with desire. He crawled over to Jack’s aching need and swallowed him instantly. Jack threw his head back and groaned. Will pulled back to teasingly lick the head before placing moist kisses all down the side. He massaged the pirate’s fury sacks as he swallowed him once again. Jack came, spilling his seed down Will’s welcoming throat. The youth continued to nurse Jack’s member until it was flaccid, reluctantly allowing it to slip from his lips.

“Come here,” Jack panted, pulling Will up for a fierce kiss. Each could taste himself on the other’s lips, causing them both to moan. Everything was just so perfect where they were. “I love you. I love you so much.” Jack chanted again. Will returned the chant as they continued to kiss.

“We’ll never be apart again, will we?” Will asked, tears of joy in his eyes. “We can be happy forever.” He was just so exultant he couldn’t help but think there was some sort of catch waiting in the wings. Jack laughed.

“That’s right, love. No more pain, only us and the sea… just like we’ve always wanted.” They continued to kiss, slowly growing in intensity until they were making love once again. They rolled in the waves, fully worshipping each other’s bodies long into the night.

When the sky was filled with stars the duo finally ceased their passions and retreated to the house. They didn’t feel hungry so they went straight to bed. Jack curled up next to Will, cradling the youth to his body. Will smiled tiredly and placed a gentle kiss to Jack’s lips.

“I love you, Jack,” he whispered softly before falling into a deep slumber. Jack watched him sleeping peacefully for the first time in ages. It was a beautiful sight to behold. No nightmares, no crying out in his sleep, and no danger around for miles, just them and bliss forever. He smiled and placed a kiss to Will’s forehead.

“Goodnight, angel, see you in the morning.”

*~*~*~*~*~*

Ana Maria stood at the helm of The Black Pearl, Elizabeth at her side and Port Royal to their backs. Elizabeth was dressed in Ana’s clothes, her blonde hair blowing freely in the Caribbean breeze. She clung to the slightly older woman, never feeling safer in her life.

“Where are we going, my Captain?” She asked seductively, running her tongue up the rim of the other woman’s ear. Ana Maria turned to kiss her before looking out at the horizon.

“Wherever we want, my love, wherever we want. We’re free!"


~Fin~


Okay folks, that’s all! For real this time, no more epilogue and no sequel because I have no idea what the hell it could be about. Hope it wasn’t too sappy, I really didn’t want to write another sex scene, but as a friend of mine pointed out, they did keep talking about how they wanted to be together one last time, so what do you know! I gave Terra a chocolate and she pulled out several! That damn muse will do anything for chocolate. *shrugs* Like writer like muse I guess. ^_^

Thanks again for the encouragement and I hope this was enjoyed, and that you’ll like my future stories. I can’t believe it’s over! *sobs* Oh, but it feels so good too… I’ll miss these boys. I might expand on the prequel, but don’t hold your breath. I have a lot of bunnies bouncing around in my head, then there’s the muses… lazy bastards!

Well, guess there’s nothing left to say except…

Namarie… for now!