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Chapter 17 - A Cat Fight Over a Sparrow
Title: Power of the Sparrow
Author: Hellborne (the_ferret_mom@yahoo.com)
Age Rating: 18+
Disclaimer: Characters, if you saw them in the movie, not mine. See the Mouse. Story, mine, but I make no money. He does, but not on this.
Typing convention: / is used for thoughts. * - * - * is used for scene changes and passages of time.
Summary: Will gives Jack a birthday present. Unfortunately, it's cursed. J/W, O/J.
Warnings: Torture, N/C, SMBD, slash, H/C, angst, lemon, major sadomasochism.
Betas: The two greatest BetaGoddesses in the world, Pendragginink and Littlebird! You're both truly magnificent, and I wouldn't be able to write half as well without you!
Chapter 17 - A Cat Fight Over a Sparrow
"Well, he's alive...just. But I'm afraid I can't tell you how, or for how long." The doctor rose from his position bent over Jack's prone form.
"That splinter is so tightly driven into his skull that I'm afraid to touch it. He needs a proper churgeon, Captain Turner. I fear I'm just not qualified." He turned back to examining Jack, who had been stripped and was lying on his back on the bed, still unconscious, his body pale with the translucence of deep shock and wheezing irregularly.
Will nodded, sighing in resignation. "Dr. Collins, please...just do what you can...whatever you feel comfortable with doing. I'll be back in just a few minutes. I have some important things I must attend to." He strode out of the cabin.
* - * - *
"But, Captain Turner! If Mr. Sparrow needs medical attention we should divert to St. Petersburg, not be turnin' round to play hide-and-seek with that haunted place again."
Will's jaw tightened with determination, his voice terse with frustration at having to explain. "That 'haunted place' as you call it will cure Jack completely if we can only make it back there before he's dead."
"Aye, Sir. If we can find it again. I've been through that area before 'n' it done nothing' like what it did this last time."
"I'm not in the least interested in what it did in the past. Follow my orders, Lazenby, just...find it." Will turned away to avoid further comment; he stomped down the steps from the helm and went below.
* - * - *
"From my examination of this man's condition, Captain Turner, it is my professional opinion you would do well to put to shore as quickly as possible. If he survives the injuries even so far as to live through the night, which is quite unlikely, he shall no doubt succumb to the dangerously high fever which is certain to develop from the amount of fluids I hear in his lungs."
"Doctor, what of the splinter in his head?"
"I'm afraid it is in quite a delicate location. He might actually do better if it's left there. At any rate, he's much too weak for me to operate at present; any attempt would most certainly kill him. And since the splinter hasn't done so already, I would say the operation is less likely to kill him should we leave it there until he's stronger, at the very least wait until we get onto dry land where the patient won't be rocking back and forth with the deck. Now, other than that splinter, he appears to have taken several severe blows to the rear of his skull. Both his hips have been dislocated and deeply bruised as are his shoulders. His lungs have far too much fluid in them, so I can guarantee a fever the like of which you have never seen is on its way from whatever is brewing in there, and from the descriptions I've been given of what happened, his neck is badly sprained at the very minimum, which is why I have not reduced the dislocations as of yet. If I were to move his neck by accident, it could kill him depending on how bad it is. The good news is that, as far as I can tell, his neck does not appear to be broken. I have removed twelve large splinters of wood from his neck and shoulders. Now, should he live through the fever and the head injuries, it will be quite a long time before he'll walk, if ever. As I do not wish him moved to any extent at the current time, I am unable to ascertain any possible injuries to his back, as yet. Also, I cannot even guarantee that he will not die within the hour, as his pupils are of different sizes, which indicates severe injury to the brain and his breathing is irregular and his pulse faint. I'm sorry, Captain Turner, that I could not give you better news."
Will tried to keep his voice from breaking. "Thank you, Dr. Griffin, I know Jack is in good hands and you have done your best. And thank YOU, Commodore, for allowing Dr. Griffin to attend Jack."
"Mr. Turner, I only wish I could do more." The Commodore studied his shoes, feeling very humble as he chose his next words carefully. "Captain Sparrow has truly shown that he is a good man by his selfless acts of late. I literally owe him my life."
A faint moan was heard from the bed. Will leaned over Jack and kissed him on the forehead, brushing his lips gently against Jack's, not caring who was watching.
Jack opened one eye, his breathing harsh and catching on every intake of air. "Wha' happen'?" He coughed up some fluid, which Will cleaned away immediately. "M' neck...hurts." He groaned, and swallowed heavily, his face gray with pain.
Will's voice cracked as the tears welled up in his eyes. "Jack, can you move at all?"
Jack clenched his teeth, seeming to concentrate hard, turned his head slightly and shrieked. "Tha's it, love. Wha's wrong w' me? An' how bad is it?" Sweat and tears rolled down his face from the effort. Will sponged it away.
"It's bad, Jack. Pearl tried to kill you again. We're on our way back to the zone of darkness to cure you. If I've gathered the damage correctly from the doctor, that's your best chance." Will looked back at the naval physician, who nodded.
"William...I feel...so..." Jack never finished the sentence, falling once more unconscious. Will pulled the covers up over his lover's body to his neck and looked expectantly at the doctor.
The doctor cleared his throat and fussed with the things in his medical kit, feeling helpless and unwilling to meet Will's eye. "It is possible that Captain Sparrow suffered a neck injury that has paralyzed him. If so, it may be temporary, but I fear it is probably permanent. I can't know that unless I operate. I assure you, Sir, that kind of operation is highly delicate and has risk enough that it is not undertaken lightly even under the most optimum of circumstances; there is every possibility I could kill him by accident, even without the floor rocking beneath my feet."
Will choked as the tears began to fall. "Will he live long enough to make it back to the zone of darkness?"
"Probably, unless he gets the fever. In his present condition," the doctor sighed and raised his eyes to finally meet Will's. "I just don't think he could handle it."
Will nodded, ignoring the tears spilling down his face. "Thank you, doctor." He turned quickly and rushed out of the cabin, bellowing orders to hoist all sails and man the sweeps. In minutes, the Pearl lurched forward, the sweeps giving her more speed toward the area they'd gratefully left only the day before.
* - * - *
In record time, the Black Pearl arrived back in the area where Will KNEW the zone of darkness lay, but there was no sign of it whatsoever. He stood at the helm, leaning on the wheel for support, eyes closed and head bowed in sorrow.
/You cannot win, William Turner. Accept this. Jack Sparrow belongs to me, and I shall not allow you to usurp my power. Give up. Go to him and tell him that he may die with your blessing. I shall not allow myself back into the dark./
Will started. He'd never heard the Pearl speak to him directly before. He sagged against the wheel, closing his eyes again, begging and pleading with Jack's beloved ship. /Pearl, if Jack dies now, you will have lost him forever. Please...enter the darkness so that he may live his full life and he will come to you willingly when he dies./
/No! He gave me his word./
/That oath is in no way valid. He was not awake when you tricked the words from him. Talk to him. Tell him you will let him live or I SHALL avenge him./
/You cannot destroy me./ Her laughter was grim, chilling Will's blood. /I am eternal./
/You are a ship. I can sink you./
"Oh, I assure you, I am far, far more than that."
Will's eyes flew open in shock. There, directly to his right, just as he had seen her in the darkness, was Pearl.
He stared, frozen, as Pearl looked him up and down and snorted. "And how could he possibly love such a snot-nosed whelp as you when he has me?" Her eyes glowed red with malice.
"I..." Will hesitated, then, thinking only of Jack, he refused to be goaded and swallowing his fear, felt his resolve strengthen. "I don't know, but he DOES love me, this I do know...and MORE than he loves YOU. He doesn't want to die."
All work on the ship stopped; all eyes were on Pearl as she stepped back, a long, glowing black sword appearing in her hand. "I shall give you a fair challenge then: a sword fight with me. Should you win, Jack lives. If I win, he comes with me."
Will thought swiftly, expecting a catch, looking for it. "A question first, then I agree. Have you freed my father?"
"I shall free him when my lover comes to me, not before. Perhaps you should surrender now. Your father would be freed immediately." Pearl lashed out with her sword, taking Will unaware and slicing deeply into his upper left arm. The blade felt like ice to Will, and the cold permeated to the bone, rendering his arm useless.
Will drew his own sword. "Liar! You said this would be a FAIR fight! You cheated!"
"You are a pirate. I am a pirate ship. I know of no other way to fight except to win." She attacked again, but this time Will was expecting it and parried.
Will stayed on the defensive and they moved round the quarterdeck looking for openings, until Will found the opportune moment to thrust forward, his sword impaling Pearl through the chest. Her shriek echoed throughout the ship, causing crew and prisoners alike to crumple to the deck holding their ears. The pain from the blast drove Will to his knees. Pearl drew herself up to her full height. Her entire being glowed with her malevolent rage. "Mortal, prepare to die!"
"Craven!" Will spat in outrage. "What about our deal?!"
"Jack will live...to a ripe, old age. YOU, on the other hand, are about to join your father."
Pearl's very visage was changing; she was turning hideous and more demonic by the moment. She looked like a condemned soul in the zone of darkness; far worse than Jack had looked when he first entered it.
* - * - *
TBC
Author: Hellborne (the_ferret_mom@yahoo.com)
Age Rating: 18+
Disclaimer: Characters, if you saw them in the movie, not mine. See the Mouse. Story, mine, but I make no money. He does, but not on this.
Typing convention: / is used for thoughts. * - * - * is used for scene changes and passages of time.
Summary: Will gives Jack a birthday present. Unfortunately, it's cursed. J/W, O/J.
Warnings: Torture, N/C, SMBD, slash, H/C, angst, lemon, major sadomasochism.
Betas: The two greatest BetaGoddesses in the world, Pendragginink and Littlebird! You're both truly magnificent, and I wouldn't be able to write half as well without you!
Chapter 17 - A Cat Fight Over a Sparrow
"Well, he's alive...just. But I'm afraid I can't tell you how, or for how long." The doctor rose from his position bent over Jack's prone form.
"That splinter is so tightly driven into his skull that I'm afraid to touch it. He needs a proper churgeon, Captain Turner. I fear I'm just not qualified." He turned back to examining Jack, who had been stripped and was lying on his back on the bed, still unconscious, his body pale with the translucence of deep shock and wheezing irregularly.
Will nodded, sighing in resignation. "Dr. Collins, please...just do what you can...whatever you feel comfortable with doing. I'll be back in just a few minutes. I have some important things I must attend to." He strode out of the cabin.
* - * - *
"But, Captain Turner! If Mr. Sparrow needs medical attention we should divert to St. Petersburg, not be turnin' round to play hide-and-seek with that haunted place again."
Will's jaw tightened with determination, his voice terse with frustration at having to explain. "That 'haunted place' as you call it will cure Jack completely if we can only make it back there before he's dead."
"Aye, Sir. If we can find it again. I've been through that area before 'n' it done nothing' like what it did this last time."
"I'm not in the least interested in what it did in the past. Follow my orders, Lazenby, just...find it." Will turned away to avoid further comment; he stomped down the steps from the helm and went below.
* - * - *
"From my examination of this man's condition, Captain Turner, it is my professional opinion you would do well to put to shore as quickly as possible. If he survives the injuries even so far as to live through the night, which is quite unlikely, he shall no doubt succumb to the dangerously high fever which is certain to develop from the amount of fluids I hear in his lungs."
"Doctor, what of the splinter in his head?"
"I'm afraid it is in quite a delicate location. He might actually do better if it's left there. At any rate, he's much too weak for me to operate at present; any attempt would most certainly kill him. And since the splinter hasn't done so already, I would say the operation is less likely to kill him should we leave it there until he's stronger, at the very least wait until we get onto dry land where the patient won't be rocking back and forth with the deck. Now, other than that splinter, he appears to have taken several severe blows to the rear of his skull. Both his hips have been dislocated and deeply bruised as are his shoulders. His lungs have far too much fluid in them, so I can guarantee a fever the like of which you have never seen is on its way from whatever is brewing in there, and from the descriptions I've been given of what happened, his neck is badly sprained at the very minimum, which is why I have not reduced the dislocations as of yet. If I were to move his neck by accident, it could kill him depending on how bad it is. The good news is that, as far as I can tell, his neck does not appear to be broken. I have removed twelve large splinters of wood from his neck and shoulders. Now, should he live through the fever and the head injuries, it will be quite a long time before he'll walk, if ever. As I do not wish him moved to any extent at the current time, I am unable to ascertain any possible injuries to his back, as yet. Also, I cannot even guarantee that he will not die within the hour, as his pupils are of different sizes, which indicates severe injury to the brain and his breathing is irregular and his pulse faint. I'm sorry, Captain Turner, that I could not give you better news."
Will tried to keep his voice from breaking. "Thank you, Dr. Griffin, I know Jack is in good hands and you have done your best. And thank YOU, Commodore, for allowing Dr. Griffin to attend Jack."
"Mr. Turner, I only wish I could do more." The Commodore studied his shoes, feeling very humble as he chose his next words carefully. "Captain Sparrow has truly shown that he is a good man by his selfless acts of late. I literally owe him my life."
A faint moan was heard from the bed. Will leaned over Jack and kissed him on the forehead, brushing his lips gently against Jack's, not caring who was watching.
Jack opened one eye, his breathing harsh and catching on every intake of air. "Wha' happen'?" He coughed up some fluid, which Will cleaned away immediately. "M' neck...hurts." He groaned, and swallowed heavily, his face gray with pain.
Will's voice cracked as the tears welled up in his eyes. "Jack, can you move at all?"
Jack clenched his teeth, seeming to concentrate hard, turned his head slightly and shrieked. "Tha's it, love. Wha's wrong w' me? An' how bad is it?" Sweat and tears rolled down his face from the effort. Will sponged it away.
"It's bad, Jack. Pearl tried to kill you again. We're on our way back to the zone of darkness to cure you. If I've gathered the damage correctly from the doctor, that's your best chance." Will looked back at the naval physician, who nodded.
"William...I feel...so..." Jack never finished the sentence, falling once more unconscious. Will pulled the covers up over his lover's body to his neck and looked expectantly at the doctor.
The doctor cleared his throat and fussed with the things in his medical kit, feeling helpless and unwilling to meet Will's eye. "It is possible that Captain Sparrow suffered a neck injury that has paralyzed him. If so, it may be temporary, but I fear it is probably permanent. I can't know that unless I operate. I assure you, Sir, that kind of operation is highly delicate and has risk enough that it is not undertaken lightly even under the most optimum of circumstances; there is every possibility I could kill him by accident, even without the floor rocking beneath my feet."
Will choked as the tears began to fall. "Will he live long enough to make it back to the zone of darkness?"
"Probably, unless he gets the fever. In his present condition," the doctor sighed and raised his eyes to finally meet Will's. "I just don't think he could handle it."
Will nodded, ignoring the tears spilling down his face. "Thank you, doctor." He turned quickly and rushed out of the cabin, bellowing orders to hoist all sails and man the sweeps. In minutes, the Pearl lurched forward, the sweeps giving her more speed toward the area they'd gratefully left only the day before.
* - * - *
In record time, the Black Pearl arrived back in the area where Will KNEW the zone of darkness lay, but there was no sign of it whatsoever. He stood at the helm, leaning on the wheel for support, eyes closed and head bowed in sorrow.
/You cannot win, William Turner. Accept this. Jack Sparrow belongs to me, and I shall not allow you to usurp my power. Give up. Go to him and tell him that he may die with your blessing. I shall not allow myself back into the dark./
Will started. He'd never heard the Pearl speak to him directly before. He sagged against the wheel, closing his eyes again, begging and pleading with Jack's beloved ship. /Pearl, if Jack dies now, you will have lost him forever. Please...enter the darkness so that he may live his full life and he will come to you willingly when he dies./
/No! He gave me his word./
/That oath is in no way valid. He was not awake when you tricked the words from him. Talk to him. Tell him you will let him live or I SHALL avenge him./
/You cannot destroy me./ Her laughter was grim, chilling Will's blood. /I am eternal./
/You are a ship. I can sink you./
"Oh, I assure you, I am far, far more than that."
Will's eyes flew open in shock. There, directly to his right, just as he had seen her in the darkness, was Pearl.
He stared, frozen, as Pearl looked him up and down and snorted. "And how could he possibly love such a snot-nosed whelp as you when he has me?" Her eyes glowed red with malice.
"I..." Will hesitated, then, thinking only of Jack, he refused to be goaded and swallowing his fear, felt his resolve strengthen. "I don't know, but he DOES love me, this I do know...and MORE than he loves YOU. He doesn't want to die."
All work on the ship stopped; all eyes were on Pearl as she stepped back, a long, glowing black sword appearing in her hand. "I shall give you a fair challenge then: a sword fight with me. Should you win, Jack lives. If I win, he comes with me."
Will thought swiftly, expecting a catch, looking for it. "A question first, then I agree. Have you freed my father?"
"I shall free him when my lover comes to me, not before. Perhaps you should surrender now. Your father would be freed immediately." Pearl lashed out with her sword, taking Will unaware and slicing deeply into his upper left arm. The blade felt like ice to Will, and the cold permeated to the bone, rendering his arm useless.
Will drew his own sword. "Liar! You said this would be a FAIR fight! You cheated!"
"You are a pirate. I am a pirate ship. I know of no other way to fight except to win." She attacked again, but this time Will was expecting it and parried.
Will stayed on the defensive and they moved round the quarterdeck looking for openings, until Will found the opportune moment to thrust forward, his sword impaling Pearl through the chest. Her shriek echoed throughout the ship, causing crew and prisoners alike to crumple to the deck holding their ears. The pain from the blast drove Will to his knees. Pearl drew herself up to her full height. Her entire being glowed with her malevolent rage. "Mortal, prepare to die!"
"Craven!" Will spat in outrage. "What about our deal?!"
"Jack will live...to a ripe, old age. YOU, on the other hand, are about to join your father."
Pearl's very visage was changing; she was turning hideous and more demonic by the moment. She looked like a condemned soul in the zone of darkness; far worse than Jack had looked when he first entered it.
* - * - *
TBC