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Pirates of the Caribbean (All) › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
3
Views:
3,025
Reviews:
2
Recommended:
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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.
Ch.2
AN: ~*~*~*~*~= passage of time
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Jack started to lead Will through the winding paths that Tortuga brought. ‘Now this isn’t the way to the Pearl,’ Will thought. ‘How come we’re going this way instead of that way? Jack what are you up to?’ the boy silently asked himself.
Jack saw the docks right ahead so he directed Will to the left. He had no idea exactly where he was going. All he knew was that he didn’t want to go back to the Black Pearl just yet. Besides, the crew would just be drinking, and to have a new crewmember be announced might anger some of the scalawags; so he thought it best to stay clear of them until the crew got rid of their hangovers.
“Jack, where are we going? You scoundrel, you don’t want me on the Pearl after all. Am I right? Tell me now so I can ‘ead back to that pub.” Will’s words were beginning to slur. ‘Cause of rum Will, remember that thing in your hand?’ he told himself. He noticed that his footwork was beginning to need a few more lessons, as he was soon fumbling down the streets, even with Jack’s arm draped around his shoulder guiding him.
Jack merely laughed at Will’s slurred speech, but now he was beginning to think the boy a hassle, with his bloody rotten not-used-to-drinking-rum walking.
“Will, will you please walk straight? You are completely drunk on rum, why don’t we just stay at…” Jack looked from the left side of the street to the right, scanning for a sign that had one with a picture of a bed. ‘There, that inn. That’s where we’ll stay.’
“Will, why don’t we stay there for the night. It looks like a cozy little numba’. Why not?” Jack stopped in the middle of the street, pointing to the inn, and turned to face Will.
Will’s head was lolling around and he couldn’t see straight. He thought he saw Jack in front of him, but couldn’t be sure. ‘Now if that was Jack, why does he have three ‘eads?’ Will was starting to worry, he’d never gotten this drunk, only one or two glasses to ease the mind, but never a whole bottle of it.
“Jack, how come you’ve got three ‘eads? Are you playin’ a joke on me, or did you just ‘appen to grow two more all at once?” Will felt a little dizzy, and felt his stomach churning. ‘Oh no, not now. Not on Jack, just hold it in,’ he told himself. Will hurriedly turned away from Jack and his own shoes and hurled in the middle of the street. He collapsed onto the ground with one hand clutching his stomach and the other supporting his upper body while his lower was supported on his knees.
Jack looked in disgust, but bent down to make sure his hair didn’t get in the way. ‘Poor lad, really shouldn’t ‘ave drinkin’ that whole bottle.’
“Will, why’d yeh drink all tha’ rum? Your stomach isn’t as strong as ol’ Jack’s.” Jack made soothing circles on Will’s back with his left hand as he knelt on one knee to bring him to the height to where he was comfortable talking to Will. “Let’s get you to a bathroom shall we? Instead o’ yeh spittin’ up on this here street. It’s not good for publicity, I’m Cap’n Jack Sparrow, and I don’t want to be caught holdin’ yer hair back for it'll ruins me reputation.”
Jack gave a little chuckle and helped Will to his feet. Will looked awfully sick and quite agitated. He mumbled something under his breath, but moved along with Jack’s help.
“I was only jokin’ boy, but we do have to get out of the street, or you would’ve been cleannin’ it up in the morning.”
And with that Jack led Will into the inn and booked a room. He helped Will climb the stairs and rushed him into the room and immediately started looking for the basin. ‘Ah right there,’ he told himself. He led Will over to the far corner of the room and into a little alcove.
Will bent over again and Jack placed a hand on the poor boy’s back. “Might as well get it all out, Will,” Jack said as he held the boy’s hair back.
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“Jeez Will! I say, no more rum for you. Why in hell did you drink all tha’ rum?” Jack waited for Will’s reply while standing outside the bathroom door.
“Jack, I’ve been in a bit of trouble ever since I came to Tortuga. No money, no place to stay, and with no money that means no food or drink. I only got this bottle of rum from a nice bartender. And even then I had to flirt a full hour before I got it. It was the only thing he would give me.” Will emerged from the alcove a little pale, but looking better- he'd cleaned his face and washed out his mouth.
Jack sat there on the bed thinking about Will had just said. “Now, you say you had no money, no place, no food, and no drink? How long have you been in Tortuga, Will?”
Will cursed at himself silently for letting his mouth babble on about his well being. “Well…” Will counted in his head, “I’ve only been here, in Tortuga, for a week, give or take a few days. I’ve managed to make friends at some of the pubs and inns. Asked for a meal here and there, in return for some service.” Will looked at Jack looking for a reaction- hoping he took no heed to ask questions about the 'services' he'd done.
“A week? Yeh’ve been here a week? What ‘ave you managed to accomplish ‘ere in a week? Certainly yeh’ve gained a few friends, as I can tell when yeh walk into a pub, but what about work-wise? Yeh said Port Royal had nothin’ to offer yeh, but then again what does Tortuga have to offer a blacksmith?” Jack searched Will’s expression looking for more depth.
“Well… honestly it doesn’t have much to offer.” Will looked to the floor to look away from Jack’s stare.
“Doesn’t ‘ave much? Of the things is does have to offer, Mr. Turner, what is it that interests you?” Jack tilted his head trying to look at Will’s face more.
This time Will looked straight into Jack’s bold eyes and said, “It’s got more to offer than you *think*, *Mr.* Sparrow.” Then Will looked over their room, and something caught his eye. “Jack, you do realize that there is only one bed, don’t you?” Will looked at Jack questioningly.
Jack looked at the bed he was sitting on, and searched the room for another. When he didn’t find one he smiled and looked at Will. “Well, they said this room was the only available, and it was the closest inn. I jus’ thought that I’d tell yeh later. After yeh was done with yer wave of nausea, an’ all.”
Will looked down once again at the floor. “Yeah, alright then Jack. You can get away with that just this once.” Will looked up suddenly and felt mortified. ‘Did I just say that out loud? Oh please say no,’ he pleaded.
Jack had a very curious look in his expression. “Now what did yeh mean by that Will?”
Will didn’t know what to say but his mind was racing through excuses. “Well, I…just mean that, well I thought that -uh-… You see, the truth is Jack, that I think you meant to get one bed on purpose.” Will’s cheeks flushed a deep red. ‘I can’t believe I just said that,’ he told himself.
Jack’s face lit up with a great smile. “You thought I *meant* to get one bed, did yeh now?” Jack stood up and walked slowly towards Will. “Well, I confess Mr. Turner. I meant to get one bed so that I could lay there and then wake up in the middle of the night strip you of your clothes, and tie you to the bedposts, but you see… I could have done that with two beds just the same.”
Jack now stood right in front of Will mere inches away from him. “Then I would admire my new treasure, who *thinks* Tortuga has nothing to offer him.” Jack snaked his arm around Will’s body and reached for the glass of rum and leaned his face towards Will’s, so that they were of very close proximity. He gave Will a considerably big smile, and brought the glass up to his mouth and took a big swig. “Right, Will. That’s what I plan to do to yeh.”
Jack walked over to the table and chair, and plopped down in a lazy fashion, still drinking. Will stood, where he was- very still. He was shocked that it felt good for Jack to be that close to him, but even more shocked at the words that came out of Jack’s mouth. He seemed like he was joking to Will, but only Jack knew if he really was or not. So Will decided he might as well play along.
Jack saw Will smile and wondered what for. Then he heard Will say, “Well if that’s the case Jack. Then it doesn’t bother me that we’ll share a bed tonight.”
Will chuckled a bit and pulled back the covers, tossed his shirt aside, took off his boots, and said, “There, the part where you strip me of my clothes is half done Jack.” He climbed into bed and turned to face away from Jack, exposing his well-muscled back to Jack’s hungry eyes.
'Blimey, what kind of 'services' was that boy up to?' Jack thought to himself.
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Jack started to lead Will through the winding paths that Tortuga brought. ‘Now this isn’t the way to the Pearl,’ Will thought. ‘How come we’re going this way instead of that way? Jack what are you up to?’ the boy silently asked himself.
Jack saw the docks right ahead so he directed Will to the left. He had no idea exactly where he was going. All he knew was that he didn’t want to go back to the Black Pearl just yet. Besides, the crew would just be drinking, and to have a new crewmember be announced might anger some of the scalawags; so he thought it best to stay clear of them until the crew got rid of their hangovers.
“Jack, where are we going? You scoundrel, you don’t want me on the Pearl after all. Am I right? Tell me now so I can ‘ead back to that pub.” Will’s words were beginning to slur. ‘Cause of rum Will, remember that thing in your hand?’ he told himself. He noticed that his footwork was beginning to need a few more lessons, as he was soon fumbling down the streets, even with Jack’s arm draped around his shoulder guiding him.
Jack merely laughed at Will’s slurred speech, but now he was beginning to think the boy a hassle, with his bloody rotten not-used-to-drinking-rum walking.
“Will, will you please walk straight? You are completely drunk on rum, why don’t we just stay at…” Jack looked from the left side of the street to the right, scanning for a sign that had one with a picture of a bed. ‘There, that inn. That’s where we’ll stay.’
“Will, why don’t we stay there for the night. It looks like a cozy little numba’. Why not?” Jack stopped in the middle of the street, pointing to the inn, and turned to face Will.
Will’s head was lolling around and he couldn’t see straight. He thought he saw Jack in front of him, but couldn’t be sure. ‘Now if that was Jack, why does he have three ‘eads?’ Will was starting to worry, he’d never gotten this drunk, only one or two glasses to ease the mind, but never a whole bottle of it.
“Jack, how come you’ve got three ‘eads? Are you playin’ a joke on me, or did you just ‘appen to grow two more all at once?” Will felt a little dizzy, and felt his stomach churning. ‘Oh no, not now. Not on Jack, just hold it in,’ he told himself. Will hurriedly turned away from Jack and his own shoes and hurled in the middle of the street. He collapsed onto the ground with one hand clutching his stomach and the other supporting his upper body while his lower was supported on his knees.
Jack looked in disgust, but bent down to make sure his hair didn’t get in the way. ‘Poor lad, really shouldn’t ‘ave drinkin’ that whole bottle.’
“Will, why’d yeh drink all tha’ rum? Your stomach isn’t as strong as ol’ Jack’s.” Jack made soothing circles on Will’s back with his left hand as he knelt on one knee to bring him to the height to where he was comfortable talking to Will. “Let’s get you to a bathroom shall we? Instead o’ yeh spittin’ up on this here street. It’s not good for publicity, I’m Cap’n Jack Sparrow, and I don’t want to be caught holdin’ yer hair back for it'll ruins me reputation.”
Jack gave a little chuckle and helped Will to his feet. Will looked awfully sick and quite agitated. He mumbled something under his breath, but moved along with Jack’s help.
“I was only jokin’ boy, but we do have to get out of the street, or you would’ve been cleannin’ it up in the morning.”
And with that Jack led Will into the inn and booked a room. He helped Will climb the stairs and rushed him into the room and immediately started looking for the basin. ‘Ah right there,’ he told himself. He led Will over to the far corner of the room and into a little alcove.
Will bent over again and Jack placed a hand on the poor boy’s back. “Might as well get it all out, Will,” Jack said as he held the boy’s hair back.
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“Jeez Will! I say, no more rum for you. Why in hell did you drink all tha’ rum?” Jack waited for Will’s reply while standing outside the bathroom door.
“Jack, I’ve been in a bit of trouble ever since I came to Tortuga. No money, no place to stay, and with no money that means no food or drink. I only got this bottle of rum from a nice bartender. And even then I had to flirt a full hour before I got it. It was the only thing he would give me.” Will emerged from the alcove a little pale, but looking better- he'd cleaned his face and washed out his mouth.
Jack sat there on the bed thinking about Will had just said. “Now, you say you had no money, no place, no food, and no drink? How long have you been in Tortuga, Will?”
Will cursed at himself silently for letting his mouth babble on about his well being. “Well…” Will counted in his head, “I’ve only been here, in Tortuga, for a week, give or take a few days. I’ve managed to make friends at some of the pubs and inns. Asked for a meal here and there, in return for some service.” Will looked at Jack looking for a reaction- hoping he took no heed to ask questions about the 'services' he'd done.
“A week? Yeh’ve been here a week? What ‘ave you managed to accomplish ‘ere in a week? Certainly yeh’ve gained a few friends, as I can tell when yeh walk into a pub, but what about work-wise? Yeh said Port Royal had nothin’ to offer yeh, but then again what does Tortuga have to offer a blacksmith?” Jack searched Will’s expression looking for more depth.
“Well… honestly it doesn’t have much to offer.” Will looked to the floor to look away from Jack’s stare.
“Doesn’t ‘ave much? Of the things is does have to offer, Mr. Turner, what is it that interests you?” Jack tilted his head trying to look at Will’s face more.
This time Will looked straight into Jack’s bold eyes and said, “It’s got more to offer than you *think*, *Mr.* Sparrow.” Then Will looked over their room, and something caught his eye. “Jack, you do realize that there is only one bed, don’t you?” Will looked at Jack questioningly.
Jack looked at the bed he was sitting on, and searched the room for another. When he didn’t find one he smiled and looked at Will. “Well, they said this room was the only available, and it was the closest inn. I jus’ thought that I’d tell yeh later. After yeh was done with yer wave of nausea, an’ all.”
Will looked down once again at the floor. “Yeah, alright then Jack. You can get away with that just this once.” Will looked up suddenly and felt mortified. ‘Did I just say that out loud? Oh please say no,’ he pleaded.
Jack had a very curious look in his expression. “Now what did yeh mean by that Will?”
Will didn’t know what to say but his mind was racing through excuses. “Well, I…just mean that, well I thought that -uh-… You see, the truth is Jack, that I think you meant to get one bed on purpose.” Will’s cheeks flushed a deep red. ‘I can’t believe I just said that,’ he told himself.
Jack’s face lit up with a great smile. “You thought I *meant* to get one bed, did yeh now?” Jack stood up and walked slowly towards Will. “Well, I confess Mr. Turner. I meant to get one bed so that I could lay there and then wake up in the middle of the night strip you of your clothes, and tie you to the bedposts, but you see… I could have done that with two beds just the same.”
Jack now stood right in front of Will mere inches away from him. “Then I would admire my new treasure, who *thinks* Tortuga has nothing to offer him.” Jack snaked his arm around Will’s body and reached for the glass of rum and leaned his face towards Will’s, so that they were of very close proximity. He gave Will a considerably big smile, and brought the glass up to his mouth and took a big swig. “Right, Will. That’s what I plan to do to yeh.”
Jack walked over to the table and chair, and plopped down in a lazy fashion, still drinking. Will stood, where he was- very still. He was shocked that it felt good for Jack to be that close to him, but even more shocked at the words that came out of Jack’s mouth. He seemed like he was joking to Will, but only Jack knew if he really was or not. So Will decided he might as well play along.
Jack saw Will smile and wondered what for. Then he heard Will say, “Well if that’s the case Jack. Then it doesn’t bother me that we’ll share a bed tonight.”
Will chuckled a bit and pulled back the covers, tossed his shirt aside, took off his boots, and said, “There, the part where you strip me of my clothes is half done Jack.” He climbed into bed and turned to face away from Jack, exposing his well-muscled back to Jack’s hungry eyes.
'Blimey, what kind of 'services' was that boy up to?' Jack thought to himself.
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