The Sail Maker
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Pirates of the Caribbean (All) › Slash - Male/Male › Jack/Will
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
9
Views:
5,120
Reviews:
45
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own the Pirates of the Caribbean movie series, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Reintroductions
The Sail Maker
Pirates of the Caribbean – PG for now…will be NC-17/XXX eventually
Copyright: Characters, not mine, See the Mouse. Story, mine, but I make no money. He does, but not on this.
Typing convention. / is used for thoughts.
Beta and Editing: Thank you Pendragginink, oh keeper of mighty plot bunnies!!! You really ARE the greatest!!! I can’t thank you enough!
Summary: The last time Will saw him, Captain Jack Sparrow was being dragged aboard the ship of Capt. Jonas, a pirate from Jack's past with a score to settle. W/J, O/J. Violence, Slash, angst, lemon.
A/N: Plot bunnies need to be fed reviews regularly or they die. Please feed the plot bunnies. REVIEW!
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Chapter 2 – Reintroductions
Will moved in and tried tve hve him a hug. Jack sidestepped. “None o’that, whelp.”
Will stood back for a moment, then looked closer at Jack’s face. His eyelids had been sewn shut, but had apparently somehow healed that way. “I’m sorry, Jack.”
“Well, do we have an accord?”
“Jack, what happened to your eyes?”
“They’re still there, and I expect they’d still see if I could open them. I can telght ght from dark, anyway. But I haven’t yet found a chirurgeon skilled enough to help me. They all believe that if they cut them open, I’ll be blind for life. They don’t seem to understand that I WILL be blind for life if they don’t try SOMETHING.”
“But what happened? Did Captain Jonas do this?”
Jack’s face took on a pained look momentarily, then it was gone as if it had never been there. “He did a lot more than just this, whelp, but it’s all in the past. Now, do ye want the sails or not?”
“Yes, and the sparrow. That reminds me. Why did she call you Edudi? And what’s with the name Wakvta on the sign? I’ve never heard of those names before.”
“Wakvta’s me birth name, whelp. My mother was a full blood Indian from the Americas, and that’s what she named me. It means ‘fox sparrow,’ and that’s where I got me name from. Edudi means ‘grandfather,’ which is what Rebecca considers me. So, do ye like the carving or not?”
“Yes. A lot.”
Jack grinned. “Then it’ll be fifteen shillings.”
Will started to count it out, and Jack laughed. “Put it away, son! Never could understand a good joke, could ye! Will, I’ll need ye t’help me with the sails. Awanita! Get the carI’llI’ll be gone for a day or so, so just watch the store, eh?”
“Yes Edudi.” She scurried outside and came back with a large handcart bedecked with tiny bells, which she wheeled into the back room.
Will and Jack followed. The sails were folded neatly in a pile that had a blanket and pillow on it. Jack grinned. “Ye might say I slept with them under me in hopes of a dream of my Lady. They’ll be of much better use as a gown for her rigging.” Jack sat on a chair, took his peg off and put a boot attachment on. “Made this myself. Works almost as well as a peg, and doesn’t make people pity me, as long as it stays facin’ forward.” He grabbed an ornate cane leaning against the corner and grinned. “Haven’t been out of the shop in over three years.”
Will pushed the cart along the paths to the longboat, Jack following. At first Will couldn’t figure out how he knew where to turn, etc., then noticed that the cart jingled from the bells adorning it. When he got to the longboat, he stopped, and Jack stopped about three feet in back of him, apparently waiting for instructions.
Will started emptying the cart, and Jack waited patiently. “I can help if you point me toward the boat. I’m not helpless, you know.”
“That’s ok.” Will finished heaving and dragging the sails into the boat, shoved the boat into the water, and walked over to Jack to help him into the boat.
Jack threw him off as if he didn’t want to be touched. “I can walk, whelp.” He moved toward the longboat, his cane moving in front of him till he found it. He carefully climbed in, then stopped before he sat down. “Maybe I shouldn’t go after all.”
“Jack, the Pearl has missed you so much that she’s falling apart. Have you ever known her to throw off fully half of her sails in a single storm?”
“No, she always held together for me.”
“For YOU, Jack. Not for anyone else. She’s dying without you.”
Jack sneered bitterly and spat. “And HOW, may I ask, am I supposed to fix that for you, eh? Take up as Captain again?! I can just imagine the stories. ‘The ghost ship Black Pearl, commanded by the blind ghost of Captain Jack Sparrow.’ Doesn’t sound very frightening to me, mate. And sailing into port might be a tad difficult.”
“She’s not the only one that misses you, Jack.” Will spoke softly.
Jack shrugged, his face impassive. “I’m dead, mate. You know it. Norrington knows it. He’s visited me in the shop several times to make sure I was still ‘safe.’”
“He knew you were alive?”
“About six months after I’d opened shop, the Dauntless needed sails and he came to the shop and recognized me. When he saw what I’d become, he pitied me, and we made an accord. I wouldn’t pirate, and he wouldn’t hang me. Simple arrangement really.” Jack seemed bitter about it.
“And he never sent word to me. Jack, I’ve missed you so much.”
“Will, it’s over, believe me. I’ve finally been through too much. I’m only asking for one day’s sailing. I don’t need to be reminded of what I gave up beyond that.” He sat down, and Will got in and started rowing.
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TBC
A/N: Please remember to feed the plot bunnies with a REVIEW on the way out.
Pirates of the Caribbean – PG for now…will be NC-17/XXX eventually
Copyright: Characters, not mine, See the Mouse. Story, mine, but I make no money. He does, but not on this.
Typing convention. / is used for thoughts.
Beta and Editing: Thank you Pendragginink, oh keeper of mighty plot bunnies!!! You really ARE the greatest!!! I can’t thank you enough!
Summary: The last time Will saw him, Captain Jack Sparrow was being dragged aboard the ship of Capt. Jonas, a pirate from Jack's past with a score to settle. W/J, O/J. Violence, Slash, angst, lemon.
A/N: Plot bunnies need to be fed reviews regularly or they die. Please feed the plot bunnies. REVIEW!
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Chapter 2 – Reintroductions
Will moved in and tried tve hve him a hug. Jack sidestepped. “None o’that, whelp.”
Will stood back for a moment, then looked closer at Jack’s face. His eyelids had been sewn shut, but had apparently somehow healed that way. “I’m sorry, Jack.”
“Well, do we have an accord?”
“Jack, what happened to your eyes?”
“They’re still there, and I expect they’d still see if I could open them. I can telght ght from dark, anyway. But I haven’t yet found a chirurgeon skilled enough to help me. They all believe that if they cut them open, I’ll be blind for life. They don’t seem to understand that I WILL be blind for life if they don’t try SOMETHING.”
“But what happened? Did Captain Jonas do this?”
Jack’s face took on a pained look momentarily, then it was gone as if it had never been there. “He did a lot more than just this, whelp, but it’s all in the past. Now, do ye want the sails or not?”
“Yes, and the sparrow. That reminds me. Why did she call you Edudi? And what’s with the name Wakvta on the sign? I’ve never heard of those names before.”
“Wakvta’s me birth name, whelp. My mother was a full blood Indian from the Americas, and that’s what she named me. It means ‘fox sparrow,’ and that’s where I got me name from. Edudi means ‘grandfather,’ which is what Rebecca considers me. So, do ye like the carving or not?”
“Yes. A lot.”
Jack grinned. “Then it’ll be fifteen shillings.”
Will started to count it out, and Jack laughed. “Put it away, son! Never could understand a good joke, could ye! Will, I’ll need ye t’help me with the sails. Awanita! Get the carI’llI’ll be gone for a day or so, so just watch the store, eh?”
“Yes Edudi.” She scurried outside and came back with a large handcart bedecked with tiny bells, which she wheeled into the back room.
Will and Jack followed. The sails were folded neatly in a pile that had a blanket and pillow on it. Jack grinned. “Ye might say I slept with them under me in hopes of a dream of my Lady. They’ll be of much better use as a gown for her rigging.” Jack sat on a chair, took his peg off and put a boot attachment on. “Made this myself. Works almost as well as a peg, and doesn’t make people pity me, as long as it stays facin’ forward.” He grabbed an ornate cane leaning against the corner and grinned. “Haven’t been out of the shop in over three years.”
Will pushed the cart along the paths to the longboat, Jack following. At first Will couldn’t figure out how he knew where to turn, etc., then noticed that the cart jingled from the bells adorning it. When he got to the longboat, he stopped, and Jack stopped about three feet in back of him, apparently waiting for instructions.
Will started emptying the cart, and Jack waited patiently. “I can help if you point me toward the boat. I’m not helpless, you know.”
“That’s ok.” Will finished heaving and dragging the sails into the boat, shoved the boat into the water, and walked over to Jack to help him into the boat.
Jack threw him off as if he didn’t want to be touched. “I can walk, whelp.” He moved toward the longboat, his cane moving in front of him till he found it. He carefully climbed in, then stopped before he sat down. “Maybe I shouldn’t go after all.”
“Jack, the Pearl has missed you so much that she’s falling apart. Have you ever known her to throw off fully half of her sails in a single storm?”
“No, she always held together for me.”
“For YOU, Jack. Not for anyone else. She’s dying without you.”
Jack sneered bitterly and spat. “And HOW, may I ask, am I supposed to fix that for you, eh? Take up as Captain again?! I can just imagine the stories. ‘The ghost ship Black Pearl, commanded by the blind ghost of Captain Jack Sparrow.’ Doesn’t sound very frightening to me, mate. And sailing into port might be a tad difficult.”
“She’s not the only one that misses you, Jack.” Will spoke softly.
Jack shrugged, his face impassive. “I’m dead, mate. You know it. Norrington knows it. He’s visited me in the shop several times to make sure I was still ‘safe.’”
“He knew you were alive?”
“About six months after I’d opened shop, the Dauntless needed sails and he came to the shop and recognized me. When he saw what I’d become, he pitied me, and we made an accord. I wouldn’t pirate, and he wouldn’t hang me. Simple arrangement really.” Jack seemed bitter about it.
“And he never sent word to me. Jack, I’ve missed you so much.”
“Will, it’s over, believe me. I’ve finally been through too much. I’m only asking for one day’s sailing. I don’t need to be reminded of what I gave up beyond that.” He sat down, and Will got in and started rowing.
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TBC
A/N: Please remember to feed the plot bunnies with a REVIEW on the way out.