In the Arms of Morpheus (Book 1) - The Depp Files

In the Arms of Morpheus – by Hellborne
Pirates of the Caribbean -Slash: Johnny/Jack. NC-17

Copyright: Characters, not mine, See the Mouse and the Man. Story, mine, but I make no money. They do, but not on this.

Typing convention. / is used for thoughts, # is used for speech in French.

Summary: Johnny thought he could reconcile his thoughts about a certain fictional pirate. The pirate disagreed. NDE, Rape, Lemon, Slash.

NOTE: I'm a Review Whore and a Fire Eater, so bring on the reviews and flames! In a way, this is a deathfic. It could not have ended any other way, so forgive me. This sucker ripped my soul apart writing it. Please read and review.

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Part – Zap

When Vanessa said she would take the kids to their friend’s birthday party without him, Johnny thanked her profusely. "I just need a little time in my own head." Honestly though, he hadn't had any time to consider his "dream" of the week before, and wanted to try to come to terms with it somehow. The bruise on his throat was gone now /thank god I don’t have to use that makeup!/, but it seemed proof to him that SOMETHING had happened. However, his gun had not been fired, and his Grand Marnier was still in the bar in the kitchen.

Johnny decided to take a walk in the peach orchard to clear his head. The day was overcast, but looked beautiful for all of the clouds. After a while, he sat between the trees, thinking. /He wasn't a stalker…and there's no proof he was ever here other than that fucking hickey, and that's gone now. No footprints, nothing./ He pulled a cigarette out of the case in his tobacco pouch, lit it and took a nice, quieting drag on it. /Now, what was it he said? "I'll be here any time you want me again." Now why would he think I’d want that?/

Suddenly the clouds burst open and the rain came pelting down. The wind picked up, whipping Johnny's hair in his face. He heard thunder, and decided to head back to the house. Going as quickly as he could without tripping through the hilly terrain, he made his way out of the orchard and then dashed for the house. As he was passing the car, he tripped, falling onto the Porsche. As he started to push himself up, hands on the hood, lightning hit the car, sending him flying. He was unconscious before he hit the ground.

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The first thing Johnny noticed as he woke was the smell. Garbage, lots of body odor, and loads of asphalt. Feeling shaky, he opened one eye. And closed it again. /Shit there's a lot of stuff in here!/ But where was "here?" He remembered running for the house, and tripping onto the Porsche. Then this. He opened both his eyes, letting them adjust completely to the dark room, a small light showing from somewhere above. At least his glasses hadn't flown off completely. He adjusted them, then sat up shakily, his muscles still trembling from the lightning, his hands in pain. Upon looking at his hand, he noticed that his palms were red, blisters starting to peak.

He squinted around for any details he could find in the dark. He saw barrels and crates secured to the floor, and rats. /Jeezus Christ there are RATS in here!/ Seeing no actual garbage, he realized the horrid smells were mostly from tar and old wood. He stood up and checked himself over. His hat had apparently flown off, but other than that, he seemed fine. He pushed his hair back and started looking for a door. He could hear people above him, and the room seemed to be rocking. He noticed a ladder going up in the corner, and the little bit of light he was seeing by was coming from it. He made his way to the bottom of the ladder, and listened.

"So when the blighter said I couldn't have 'is rings, I just took the hand with 'em."

Laughter. He heard LAUGHTER at that. Johnny wanted to retch, his weakened condition overwhelmed first by the rats, the smells, and finally the gruesome description and cruel laughter. Then he pulled himself together and waited, hoping the men on the next level would leave.

/Where the hell am I, and what’s going on? They must have kidnapped me or something. Then why aren’t I tied up? I wonder why they haven't checked on me? Shit!/

He waited till he heard a voice calling down to the men from yet another flight up. "Get up 'ere, ye lazy vermin! Thorn, it's yer turn on lookout, so get movin'!" The men left quickly, leaving Johnny in silence. He climbed the steps slowly, hoping that nobody was left in the room above. When his eyes cleared the floor, he looked around, coming face to face with the largest rat he'd ever seen. It took one look at him and jumped on his shoulder, running down his back to the stairs and down into the room he'd just left.

Now, Johnny wasn't generally AFRAID of rats; he just wasn't crazy about them. But having one jump on his shoulder and run down his back was a bit too much for him. He did the only logical thing he could think of at the time. He screamed.

He heard running, then two men came down the stairs into the room, looking around. He tried to duck, but one of them saw him. They chased him down another ladder into the bottom room and cornered him. The larger of the two shoved him against the wall and spoke to him, his breath vile. "Who are you and what are you doin' stowin' away on this ship?"

"Umm, my name is Johnny, and I woke up here a few minutes ago."

"Well, Johnny, looks like one of the crew decided you'd make a fine playmate and took you prisoner. Yer a pretty man, that's for sure. Maybe we'll make you the ship's mascot, eh?"

Johnny wasn't sure, but he thought he knew what the man was telling him. He'd been kidnapped by somebody onboard this ship and concealed in the hold, to become some kind of sex slave, and now this man wanted in on the deal. "No. Not me. I'm not gay, sorry. Just get me home and I won't press charges, ok?"

"Pressed you are, mate, but not with charges. And I can tell you're not gay, mate. You haven't smiled since we laid eyes on you." He turned to the other man. "Quint, go tell the Captain we've got a stowaway. I'll bring 'im up." Quint left quickly. "Now, are you going to go easy, or do we get to have some fun first?"

"Oh, I'll go without fighting. I think perhaps your Captain might feel better about doing the right thing and letting me go."

"You don't know the Captain, mate." He let go of Johnny and motioned to the steps, following him up them.

Johnny emerged on deck and looked around, squinting in the bright sunset. There, he saw a very old sailing ship, much like the Black Pearl film set on the barge back in the Caribbean. There were major differences, of course. The two porta-potties weren't anywhere to be seen. The ship appeared complete, whereas the barge wasn't nearly so. He saw a man pissing over the side, which slightly disgusted him. The smell was a bit better up here, as the sea breeze kept the body odor down. But the horrible tar smell was just as bad. The man behind him grabbed him by the arms.

Walking toward him was a group of people, barely discernable in the sun, which was directly in his face. He tried to shade his eyes, but his arms were pinned and he couldn't. "Ye see, Cap'n? This man was hidin' in the hold."

An all too familiar voice responded. "I see him, Quint. Horst, release him. I know this man, and I don't think he'll be trying anything stupid. Will, you, Johnny?"

"You. It figures, somehow. Ok, so now I'm having schizophrenic delusions. I'm getting a shrink the minute I wake up from this."

Jack walked around him, looking him up and down. "Well, I guess we know the answer to the question 'your place or mine,' eh love?"

"Ok, let's just accept for a minute that I'm really here. I'm not even going to worry about how I got here, ok? Now, Jack, WHY am I here?"

Jack ignored the question. "Yes, we're definitely going to have to get you a change of clothes, love." He turned to Quint. "Put him in my cabin and get him some clothing suitable for a cabin boy. He's going to be here for a while." Jack grinned, looking at Johnny again. "QUITE a while…"

Johnny panicked. "But…but…wait!"

Quint grabbed Johnny again and forced him into the Captain's cabin, pushed him onto the bed, told him to stay there, and left.

Johnny looked around the cabin. It wasn't all that different than the set, but looked a lot happier, as it had been decorated by somebody who hadn't been cursed for ten years. /What am I thinking? Barbossa and Sparrow just plain never existed!/ He wandered around the room, looking at books, into drawers and chests, and on the desk. Jack's taste in books was interesting: Some books that Johnny liked, and many he'd never heard of. The desk was a tribute to the goddess of chaos. Knickknacks, writing implements, maps, letters, and other trinkets fought for dominance of the desk surface, and the drawers were partially open, stuffed beyond their boundaries.

The door opened, and Flint threw him some clothes and left, chuckling. Johnny held the shirt up before him. It looked almost like a woman's blouse, but with no buttons. It was deep red, and had billowing sleeves with cuffs at the wrists. He put it on the table, and held up the pants. They looked like black knickers, as they were shorts that had cuffs at the ends, and were just long enough to go below his knees. There were no shoes, but he wasn't about to give up his boots anyway. He could smell the clothes from arm's length. They had obviously been used for quite some time since their last washing.

"There is no way I'm wearing this shit. And I'm 40 years old for Christ sake!"

"Ye look young for 40, Johnny." Johnny jumped and looked over at Jack, who had just quietly come in. "And you ARE going to wear that. Yer clothes are frightening me men, both in style and in fabric, and I can't allow that, can I? Look at it as a costume. Now…" Jack pulled his sword and pointed it at Johnny. "Strip down and put these clothes on, or I'll send ye back home in enough pieces they'll wonder if they got them all."

Johnny didn't feel like arguing with a cutlass. He knew what kind of damage they could do by ACCIDENT, let alone in the hands of someone who knew what they were doing and WANTED to hurt him. He pulled off his clothes and pulled on the ones he'd been given. The shirt was loose and the pants were tight. He had to tuck the shirt into the pants so that the front didn't flap open. Then he started putting his socks and boots back on.

"None o' that, now. Cabin boys go barefoot, love. Now, let me look at ye." He pointed with the cutlass in a circle.

Johnny shrugged, then raised his hands straight out and turned around. "Well?"

"Lovely, Johnny. Jes' lovely."

"So now what?"

"Now we get down to business. Onboard ship, the cabin boy does whatever the Captain (tha's me, love) wants. Cleanin', bringin' me dinner, and that kind of thing."

"Like a butler on a ship?"

"Somewhat, but more." He looked at him meaningfully. "The cabin boy also keeps the Captain's bed warm, if ye catch me drift, love."

"Yeah, I catch your drift. I caught that other asshole's drift too. I'm not a sex slave, Jack. And you can't turn me into one, either."

Faster than lightning, Jack was on him, throwing his sword to the side and bringing them both crashing to the floor, Jack on top. Johnny had always figured he was strong enough to hold his own, but the pirate had been working out hard through the years through his sailing. Jack pinned both Johnny's hands behind his back, and pulled his pistol, pointing it at Johnny's head. "Now, love. Get up." He got off Johnny, allowing Johnny to stand. "Over on the bed then. Go on." Johnny balked, but the look in the pirate's eyes was nothing to argue with. He sat on the bed, noticing the light through the windows fading to night. "Lay back, love." He pointed with the pistol for emphasis, and Johnny lay down. Jack backed up to a chest and brought out some lengths of rope. He brought them over, and sat on the bed, still holding the pistol. "Hands together, Johnny." Johnny put his hands out. Jack brought the rope around them and tied a knot, too tight to work out of, yet loose enough that it didn't stop circulation.

Jack took the bound hands and brought them over Johnny's head and tied them to a loop at the top of the headboard. Johnny tipped his head up, trying to see how the knot was being tied, hoping that maybe he could untie it later.

Jack noticed Johnny looking up and took advantage of the angle: He kissed Johnny's throat. Johnny brought his head down fast, knocking his head into Jack's. "Don't touch me."

"Now, none o' that, love. You're mine, and there's nothing ye can do about it." He moved down Johnny's body and pulled his pants off. He pushed the shirt open completely, and looked down at the man beneath him. "You are pretty, Johnny. Consider yerself lucky. Me crew will leave you alone since you're my cabin boy. Otherwise, you'd end up the ship's whore, believe me."

"Yeah, I feel REAL lucky, fuckmook."

"You've called me by that name twice now. You need a lesson in manners."

Johnny struggled while Jack got off the bed and undressed. When Jack tried to get on top of him, Johnny kicked as hard as he could into Jack's stomach, knocking the wind out of him momentarily. He tried to free himself while Jack got his breath back, but couldn't figure out the knot.

Jack was finally able to breathe again, and quickly went to a chest at the foot of his bed. Johnny watched him: He looked unhappy. He pulled out a riding crop, and said, "There's no cause for a cabin boy to inflict pain, love." He lifted Johnny's feet over his head. "Hold them there or it'll go a lot worse for ye."

Johnny watched him, not moving, his eyes wide. The crop landed across his ass. "SHIT!"

"Tha's one, love. That's for kickin'."

The second blow hit him within an inch of the first. "NOOOOO!"

Tha's two. There's no cause for callin' me names, Johnny. Not when we can be such GOOD FRIENDS."

"NEVER!"

Whack! "Tha's three, mate. You never talk back to the Captain."

Johnny's ass was burning so bad that he was seeing stars from the pain. "Please may I put my legs down…Captain?"

Jack smiled. "Yes, Johnny. I'm done for now."

Johnny put his legs down, but rolled immediately onto his side. He couldn't even think of sitting up at the moment.

Jack tossed the crop onto the table and sat on the bed, inspecting the wounds. "They're weltin' up right nice, Johnny. You should remember them for a week or two, but I don't think there'll be any scarrin'." He put an arm over Johnny and rolled him onto his back, making Johnny yelp. "You really are a jellyfish, aren't ye? Or are all men as soft as you are where you come from?"

Johnny looked at him, squirming, trying to make some of the pain go away. "Most. We don't have nearly the hard lives you have here. I'm an actor. I don't have to deal with a lot of hardship or real violence. Most of the violence I have to deal with is fake."

"Ah, so that explains it. Sort of like a Chinese lady. Soft and untouchable."

"No, just different. You don't have to deal with electricity, Internet, freeways, or any of the other technologies that we do."

"I'm not going to even try to understand your words, mate. I'm thinkin' they have no meaning here, so why bother? What I want YOU to understand is that you are my cabin boy. My pet. My property till I let you go. IF I let you go. Savvy?"

Johnny seemed to deflate. "Yeah, I savvy."

"Good." Jack got up onto the bed, kneeling over Johnny. "Then lay perfectly still and enjoy this."

Johnny blushed. "I keep telling you, I'm not gay. I like women."

"I know ye do, and so do I. But we've been three months without actual shore leave, and you're the next prettiest thing out here. Now lie quiet and let me get to work." Jack moved in, taking Johnny's earlobe in his mouth and sucking gently. Johnny thought of a car accident he'd seen the month before. Jack's lips moved down his neck, his tongue trailing along his carotid artery. The feeling was destroying the vision of the accident completely.

Jack moved his mouth over Johnny's. "If you bite, I'll bite back with the crop. Understand?" Johnny nodded, staring at him, scared of what he might want him to do. Jack kissed him, pulling Johnny's lower lip between his lips and sucking gently. He moved up slightly, pressing his chest against Johnny's, Jack's throbbing manhood grazing against Johnny's flaccid one. He kissed Johnny on the mouth, sending his tongue inside, tasting him completely.

Jack moaned, sending one hand to Johnny's nipple, playing with it as he kissed him deeply. Johnny didn't bite. But he did try to get Jack's tongue out of his mouth. Jack sat up. "You're not being a proper cabin boy, Johnny."

"Sorry. Your breath stinks, you stink, these clothes stink, this whole ship stinks like hell. And you expect me to get turned on? Get a grip!"

"And I am not supposed to notice that your smoke breath does NOT stink? It is YOU who should ‘get a grip.’ Now, relax and you'll enjoy it." He bent back down, kissing and licking Johnny's throat, moving his fingers deftly across his nipple. His mouth moved down, slowly, lips and tongue making gentle trails around Johnny's chest.

As Jack's tongue lightly brushed his nipple, Johnny could feel his body reacting. /Now, does this make me a schizophrenic, or a narcissist? I REALLY need to talk to a shrink about this!/

Jack looked up at him, smiling gently. "Johnny, just think of this as creative masturbation." He kissed the middle of the actor's chest.

Johnny's eyes twinkled. He was getting an idea, but he'd have to gain the pirate's trust. /Hell, I'm an actor, so ACT. At least there's no camera crew around. Jeez…the things I do for the Art./

As Jack touched the tip of Johnny's nipple with his mouth again, a moan slipped from Johnny's lips. Jack moved up again, allowing his other hand to brush against the nipple and fondle it. His mouth covered Johnny's, and he slipped his tongue in, feeling the actor welcome him by licking his tongue. He felt Johnny start to move under him, his cock finally giving in and getting hard against his own. He kissed him deeply, savoring the taste of him, plundering his mouth thoroughly with his tongue. Johnny's tongue began fighting for position, following the retreating tongue back into Jack’s mouth. Johnny moaned, sending shivers down Jack's body, making him push his hard member against Johnny's even more.

As they broke the kiss for a moment, Johnny said, "Jack, untie me. I want to touch you. Please?"

Jack smiled at him. "Not yet, love." He dipped his head and started giving feather light kisses all over Johnny's neck. Johnny wriggled and moaned beneath him. Jack could feel him shiver to his light touches. Jack moved lower, trailing butterfly kisses down Johnny's belly.

Johnny arched his hips and Jack moved one hand to Johnny's manhood. Johnny moaned. "Please let me touch you," he gasped.

"Jack mumbled "Almost, love. Almost," bending his head down from his position between Johnny’s legs and took Johnny's cock in his mouth. Johnny wrapped his legs around Jack’s shoulders, moaning loudly. Jack suckled on the head as if he were a babe on a teat. He let his tongue start to touch Johnny's cock here and there, teasing it, and brought a hand down to tickle his balls.

Johnny used his legs to pull Jack further onto his hard member. Jack began bobbing his head up and down, loving Johnny's cock with his tongue. He could taste the bitter precum that had started dribbling from the tip.

Johnny’s voice was husky. "Let me touch you."

Jack moved up Johnny's body and looked deeply into his eyes. Johnny looked back, lust and pain mingling in the deep pools of Johnny’s eyes. Jack moved up his body to play with the knot. He untied it, then moved back down to grasp Johnny between his lips again. Johnny took hold of Jack's head and moved it slowly up and down on his throbbing manhood, moaning. Jack stopped suddenly, and rose to his knees, lifting Johnny's legs over his shoulders.

"Ohmygod, Jack! Not that! Please!"

Jack soothed the suddenly frightened actor. "No need to fret, mate. I'll get ye ready first. T'won't be near as painful that way. I promise."

Johnny calmed down only a little bit, and just watched Jack while he reached under the mattress and took out some oil and rubbed it over three of his fingers. Johnny's eyes were wide, but he didn't move. He watched as Jack brought his oiled fingers around to Johnny's tight little rosebud. Jack looked at him for just a moment, and sent one finger into the hot hole.

Johnny tensed. He didn't enjoy proctology exams, and this was definitely feeling like one. Then Jack started moving his finger in and out, and searching out that magic spot that he knew would send Johnny's world spinning. He knew when he found it, as Johnny's eyes rolled into the back of his head and he moaned loud and long. Jack smiled and slid a second finger into him. Johnny's cock was twitching, his balls tightening in excitement.

Jack pulled his fingers out and watched as Johnny fought for control over his body. Finally, Johnny looked at him, sweat on his brow. Knowing that Johnny wasn't going to cum immediately, he slipped his two fingers back into his hot ass. Johnny tensed slightly, then relaxed. Jack started moving in and out again, and slipped a third digit in, widening the opening, occasionally rubbing across Johnny's magic spot. When he felt Johnny was ready, he took out his fingers and moved his manhood into place.

Johnny closed his eyes tight, expecting a lot of pain. Jack pushed in as gently as he could. The tightness caused Jack to moan. He heard himself in stereo, surmising that his wasn't the only moan. He grinned as he pushed till he was embedded completely between the pale globes beneath him. Johnny threw his head back, torn between pain and pleasure. Jack moved his angle a bit, to be sure he would brush across the magic spot on every thrust, then he started moving his hips.

Johnny couldn't hold himself any longer. His cock bobbed and pulsed, his sack aching, he came hard, the cum flying all the way to his neck and chin. Jack felt the muscles tightening around his shaft as he thrust, so he thrust faster, feeling his need speeding to its conclusion. He plunged his cock into the man beneath him, cumming deep within him.

He stayed there till the last tremor was gone from his manhood. Then he pulled out, and plopped down next to Johnny. "See, love? You calmed down and enjoyed it, didn't you?"

Johnny mumbled, "mm hmm," and rolled over, his back to Jack.

Jack smiled and rolled over, falling asleep himself, neglecting to retie Johnny’s hands in his pleasure-filled exhaustion.

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Jack woke slowly, going over how enjoyable his little tryst with Johnny had been. He stretched, and realized that his hands were tied together above his head, the rope looped through the same loop he’d used last night, and his feet were tied together to the base of the bed. His eyes snapped open, and he looked around the room. There was a man at the table in HIS clothes, putting on HIS bandana, AND WITH HIS HAIR IN IT! "What do you think yer doin', mate?"

His own voice answered him. "I THINK I'm going home." Johnny looked at himself in the mirror as he finished tying the bandana. He grabbed a rag from the water basin and the length of rope that had held his wrists and brought them over to the bed. "And I THINK you're going to shut up…MATE."

Jack started to say something and got the wadded up rag shoved in his mouth, and the rope tied around his head, holding it in. He was looking at what could only be described as himself, though Johnny didn't have the kohl on his eyes. Even his beard looked like Jack's. Looking closely, he could see how Johnny had tied the braids into his own beard.

"Now, if you lie there like a good little pirate, I'm getting the fuck out of here and back to some sort of civilization. Hopefully when I step off this ship I'll be home. I just don't know how this works. And 'Johnny,'" (he gave the pirate a wink), "don't think I haven't thought of everything. You look just like me now, just as I look just like you…savvy?"

Johnny walked over to the desk, looking for the kohl. He found it, applied it to his eyes, and walked out, leaving the naked pirate tied to the bed under a thin sheet.

Johnny walked out of the captain's quarters not knowing exactly what to do. He knew he'd have to get them to drop him off SOMEWHERE, but had no clue as to where. His houses didn't exist. His life didn't exist. /Talk about a man without a country!/ About the only thing he DID know was that he didn't want to be a boy-toy for a crazy pirate. He also knew that the acting he'd done in there would probably win him an Oscar…or a trip to a rubber room.

Anamaria was at the helm, talking to Gibbs. Johnny sashayed over to the stairway and up, approaching them. "How long before we arrive Mr. Gibbs?"

"We should be in port by tomorrow, just in time for the festivities."

Johnny was confused, but gave his best "Jack Sparrow Grin." "Good. Let me know when we get there." He started down the stairs again.

Anamaria looked at him. "Don't ye be wantin' to discuss the rescue plans? After all, he is your friend."

"Um…yes. Yes, of course. I'll be right back. I forgot something in me cabin." He fairly ran down the stairs and into the cabin.

He ran to the bed and took the gag off of Jack, who started swearing at him.

"None of that, Jack. Where are we going and whom are we rescuing? If you want whatever it is to work, tell me right now."

Jack considered. "I don't know if ye can do it, mate. We're goin' to Port Royal to break me first mate out of the gaol there. He's scheduled to hang at noon."

Johnny had a feeling he knew who the first mate was. "And his name?"

"Will Turner."

"Thought so. You're right, I can't do it. I act. I don't write scripts."

"I don't want me Will to hang, Johnny."

"Understandable. Is there an 'Elizabeth' here as well?"

"Yes. Elizabeth Norrington. Bitch-wife to the Commodore."

"Ok, so there are definite differences. Look. I'll make you a deal. From everything I put into the character, you're good for your word. Would you agree?"

"Aye. If I give me word, I honor it."

"Good. Here's the deal. No more nookie. None. Nada. Acun. That means NO SEX WITH JOHNNY. Understand so far?"

"So far I don't like it, love."

"That's fine. At least you understand. If you know how to get me home, you'll do it right after we've got Will. If not, get me to a friendly port. Maybe Philadelphia. So far so good?”

"I understand wha' yer sayin', love. But I still don't like it. And what do I get in return for all of this?"

"You get your first mate back."

"And?"

"I won’t put the gag back on and drop you hog tied out the back end of this ship. Well, do we have an accord?"

"Untie me. Yes we do, though I don't especially like this one, love. Especially now that we look alike completely. Will would enjoy that."

"Well that's the deal." He pulled out the dagger he'd found in Jack's clothes and cut the cords holding Jack's hands. "Shake on it?"

"Of course. We do have an accord." Jack shook his hand.

Johnny freed his feet from their ropes. "Do you have any more clothes like these?"

"No. But I do have other clothes. Why?"

"Do you have two sets that are identical?"

"I do. Ye still haven't told me why." Jack looked at him closely, one eyebrow raised.

"Get them. Whatever we do, we can completely confuse the soldiers if they think you're in two places at once."

"Aye, that'll work." Jack hopped off the bed, went to a chest and pulled out two white shirts, two pair of brown breeches, another pair of boots, and another red bandana. Then he went to another chest and produced a longhaired black wig with a ponytail. "I believe I can make this look something like my hair." He looked at Johnny. "Now why did you have to cut me hair? It took me a long time to get it just the way I wanted it! I feel naked without it," he growled.

"I'll wear the wig; I'm used to wigs anyway. Just get it ready with the braids and trinkets." They both changed clothes.

Johnny ran back out and up the stairs. "Gibbs, Anamaria, I need you in my cabin. Get somebody to watch the helm." He sprinted back to the Captain's cabin. Jack was already at work on the wig. It had one braid finished, complete with a couple of trinkets and the braid pulled out fuzzy in a dreadlock. Johnny took off the bandana and put it on the table.

Anamaria was the first through the door. "All right, Jack. What have you—JACK!" She stood there, doing fish imitations. Both Jack and Johnny laughed.

Gibbs bumped into her, not thinking she'd stand just inside the door. "Jesus, Mary and Joseph why are ye just standin' there?" He pushed past her and finally saw Jack and Johnny. He pulled his little flask out of his pocket and took a LONG pull from it. "Mother of God! What deviltry is this?"

Johnny got up and walked over to Gibbs. "Not deviltry at all, Mr. Gibbs. We just look alike."

"I'll say. I don't think yer own mums could tell ye apart. Are ye Jack? And if not, who are ye?"

"My name is Johnny Depp. I'm here by accident, but I'll be happy to help you guys rescue Mr. Turner." Johnny went back to the chair he'd sat down in.

Anamaria walked over to Johnny. "And are ye the one who came up to the helm talkin' like an idiot a couple of minutes ago?"

"Yeah. Sor—"

Smack! Anamaria gave him a good slap across the face. "Ow!" /There's a definite difference between Zoe and Anamaria. Zoe never really hit me!/

Jack chuckled. "Anamaria, my love. What did he do to deserve that?"

"He had me thinkin' you were crazy with what he said!" She walked around the table to where Jack was working on the wig. "What did ye do to yer hair, Jack?"

"Nothin', love. Mr. Dimwit over there decided he wanted to look like me and cut it off while I was sleepin'."

Johnny looked at him. "Mr. Dimwit?"

"Aye, mate. I'm fluent in enough languages t'know what a depp is." Jack chuckled.

Johnny groaned. "Great. A linguistic comedian."

Jack waved Gibbs and Anamaria to the table. "Sit down, mates. We need to discuss getting' Will out of that gaol before they hang him."

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"Are you sure I shouldn't be armed?" Johnny was definitely worried about this plan.

"Johnny, do ye know what to do with a sword?"

"I've had some lessons."

"But do ye think ye can defend yerself to the death?"

"No."

"There you have it. If you're caught, if you don't have a weapon, they won't kill ye outright and we can walk in and pull you out of their shocked grasp. Don't worry, love. This is one of the best plans I've ever had."

"You know, in the movie, your plans never worked the way you planned them."

"This one will."

"I'm really encouraged now."

"Don't worry! By noon you'll be home free."

"You still haven't told me how you expect to get me home."

"You'll see." Jack walked away, leaving Johnny to worry about his part in the plan.

The clouds had moved in during the night, and pushed them faster to their destination. Jack saw the fort on the cliff and grinned. "Don't worry, lad. We'll have you out of there and onboard before they realize you're not in yer cell," he mumbled.

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The longboat landed and the six people in it got out. Jack pointed to an area of the town. "The taverns are there, mate. Go to the Bleeding Ox and enjoy yourself. Just make sure it's loud." Johnny made his way to the road and headed in that direction.

He found the tavern without difficulty and went in. He swaggered over to the bar and ordered rum as if he were Jack, then brought the bottle and a mug with him over to a table. Soon thereafter, one of the whores wandered over and plopped on his lap, putting her arms around his neck. He smiled at her, and tried the rum, which he almost spat out. /Jack likes this gasoline?/ After that, he merely put the mug to his lips and down again.

The whore looked at him. "So, Jack. Are ye here for me, or are ye goin' ta spring the lad in the fort?"

"I'm here for you, love. I'm here for no one but you." She leaned in and kissed him, tasting like sherry.

A group of sailors wandered into the bar and ordered drinks. They started to take them to one of the tables when they noticed Johnny with the whore on his lap. "Gentlemen! We have in our midst a certain Captain Jack Sparrow! I think we should give 'im the greeting he deserves!" They walked over, surrounding him. One of them plucked the whore off of his lap and fairly tossed her outside of the group. Two of them hauled him up and held him tight. The one who spoke before moved in close and hissed, "Ye stole our livelihood when ye sunk our ship. Over half of us died that day. You're not leavin' this tavern alive." He punched Johnny hard in the stomach.

Johnny doubled over in agony. The man before him laughed. "I'm goin' t'enjoy watchin' you die, Sparrow." He punched him again, causing him to scream.

There was suddenly noise in the street, and a group of soldiers ran in. They saw the group around Johnny, and walked over. "What is all this?"

The group parted, and the man who had hit Johnny looked at the soldiers. "This is Jack Sparrow. He's a pirate, and him and his crew sunk our ship and killed half our crew."

"Indeed?" He looked at Johnny, who the men had pulled up from fetal position. He was gasping for breath. "I do believe it IS Jack Sparrow." He got closer to Johnny and looked him in the eyes. "Came in to drown your sorrows about your crewmate, did you? Looks like we'll get to see both of you hang." He turned to the other men. "Bring him."

Johnny waited till they were half way up the hill. He finally got his breath back, so he twisted between the two soldiers holding him, kicking one of them in the side of the knee. The man went down immediately, shouting.

Suddenly, Johnny was surrounded. He knew he had to get as much attention as he could, but he was still in a lot of pain. He saw a short tree branch that had fallen into the road. He grinned, and picked up the branch, brandishing it like a baseball bat. The soldiers tried to move in to grab him, but he kept swinging, keeping them distant. More soldiers arrived, and he kept swinging for all he was worth. He just hoped that Jack would hurry before he tired too much.

There were at least thirty men surrounding him, and finally Johnny was pinned down by the sheer mass of people. Several of them were hurt, but they held him firmly between two of them. Lieutenant Gillette looked him up and down. "Don't bother struggling, Captain Sparrow. You'll not get away this time. And you'll hang with Mr. Turner at noon."

Johnny got his wind back enough to talk. "What about a trial? Don't I get a trial?"

"No need, Sparrow. You had your trial the last time you were to hang. There may be charges added to those, but you'll hang for those charges today and anything else be damned. You are too slippery for us to give you any time in the gaol."

Johnny furiously hoped that Jack could get him out. He went along without fighting.

As they were getting to the fort entrance, they heard an alarm go out. "Turner has escaped!" More men came out from the fort, apparently this time looking for Will. One of them stopped at Johnny and looked at him. "Well, well. Captain Sparrow." He turned to shout orders to the other soldiers. "Wait! We've got Sparrow. Just leave Turner for later. We'll catch him again."

They dragged Johnny into the fort. The sun was almost straight up. He looked at the man in charge. /He looks like Jack when he's in character. It must be Norrington./ "Commodore Norrington? Could I please say something?"

"Last words of the condemned? Of course. Speak your piece, as it's almost noon."

He concentrated for a moment, getting his own voice and accent back. "Commodore, I'm not Jack Sparrow. We look a lot alike, but I'm just not him. This is a wig."

The Commodore walked over. "A wig, eh?" He pulled it and it came off. Johnny's hair fell free. Norrington took hold of Johnny's right arm and pulled up the sleeve. "Well, the brand is gone. I don’t know how you did that, but I see you've added your given name to your sparrow tattoo…Jack." He walked away. "Don't try to fool me. Wig or no wig, you ARE Jack Sparrow, and you shall be hanging in very few minutes. Do you have any last requests?"

"Just to go home to my girl and kids."

"Right." He signaled to the men holding Johnny. "Bring him."

The men holding him moved him forward quickly enough that he tripped, so they dragged him. They left the wig in the dirt. They hauled him forward into the main yard, and as he looked up at the gallows, he almost threw up. They bound his hands and led him up the stairs to stand on the trap door, and put the noose around his neck.

Johnny looked around desperately for any sign of Jack or the other pirates coming to rescue him. He saw nothing but a sea of people who wanted to see him hang. Wanted to see JACK hang. He realized that he was going to die for the crimes of another man. He just couldn't really believe that he was about to die.

As they read the long list of crimes, Johnny began to shudder, refusing to cry. /Vanessa! Lilly Rose! Jack! Forgive me for not coming home to you!/ He looked around again. None of the pirates had shown up.

The list of crimes stopped. He heard the drums and his breath caught in his throat. /This is it. I'm going to die./ The drums stopped abruptly, and the hangman threw the switch.

Johnny felt the rope tighten on his throat as it pulled. He barely felt his neck break as he jerked at the end of the noose.

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#Clear!# A surge of two and a half amps of power flashed through the still form, causing it to buck on the gurney.

The EMT listened through the stethoscope. #Nothing! Try again. Clear!# The body jumped from the electricity coursing through it and fell again.

A car pulled up. A woman ran out, shouting toward the car to stay inside.

The EMT listened again. He heard a faint heartbeat. He inserted the breathing tube and turned on the machine. #He'll make it.# He inserted an IV.

Vanessa ran up and started asking questions, tears in her eyes. #Is Johnny going to be all right?# #What happened?# #Why is that tube down his throat?#

Johnny's shoulders, stomach and hands started to move. He was fighting the breathing machine. The EMT started to remove it. #Lie still. You're on a breathing machine. I'm removing it now. Don't fight it.#

He tried to relax, but he wasn't getting enough air. None too soon, though only a moment later, he was able to breathe again. His voice was hoarse from the breathing tube. "Where am I?"

Vanessa took his head in her arms, crying. #With me, Johnny. At home.#

He smiled. "Good. I thought I was dead."

The EMT looked down at him. #You were. We resuscitated you, and now you're going to the hospital.#

"What happened?"

#You were hit by lightning. Try to relax. You're going to be fine.#

Johnny relaxed. He felt weak, but he felt alive. He felt like he'd dislocated his neck, but he knew that would go away…just like the hickey. /At least you could have told me I had to die to get home, Fuckmook./

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