Legends of the Treasure Child
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Pirates of the Caribbean (All) › Slash - Male/Male
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Adult ++
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Category:
Pirates of the Caribbean (All) › Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
32
Views:
12,772
Reviews:
37
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.
The Fountain of Youth
“So you found the fountain of youth then did you Jack? And the demon guarding it?” Bill said quietly, leaning forward as he peered over Jack’s left shoulder. Jack looked like he was sleeping, lying on his side, his right arm under his head, his legs drawn up against his chin. The infant was nestled next to his chest, hard at work nursing from his right nipple. Now and then came a small squeak.
“Thyrion”, Jack whispered. His eyes were shut, his dark brows drawn up in agony of the memory. The infant paused as the name was spoken before remembering the task at hand, finding Jack’s nipple again.
“Will tells me it’s a child with golden eyes”.
“Treasure Child” Jack sighed heavily.
“Aye. Legend has it that Treasure children can smell gold miles away. Little devils that—“
“—not this one, Bootstrap. Not this one.”
“Are ye sure? It could be playin’ tricks with ye.”
“Ever since he was conceived has he spoken to me in me mind. And before tha’, it was the Thyrion…! And always the truth, always the truth…!” Jack’s voice drifted off.
Nine months earlier.
Every sacred relic has its protector. Be it the Holy Grail or the Ark of the Covenant, the common denominator is that they all have someone or something protecting it. And Captain Jack Sparrow knew the Fountain of Youth would have something like that, but never in his wildest imaginations would he have guessed who or what it was. It was the little old wrinkled hag on Cuba that had asked, no begged, to foretell his future. As if she’d known what was about to happen.
Demons, ‘ey? Jack had simply cocked an eyebrow at her and then bought some silver bullets for his pistols before he and his little expedition party set off. Silver always did the trick when there was a matter of dealing with the supernatural. He crossed his chest a couple of times just to be on the safe side. The dense jungle proved to be quite exhausting, but it wasn’t before they began reaching higher grounds that his little tracking party began to lose its members. There were muttered words about a pale demon lurking in the shadows, but Jack was determined on moving forward. Time was of the essence. Ever since Tortuga, where he and Gibbs so conveniently had been left behind, he’d been playing tags with captain Barbossa and the Black Pearl about being the first to reach the Fountain of Youth. Some of the men on Jack’s tattered party were…expendable. Such was life. A bitch.
At the end of the road, it was only Jack and three others who finally made it into the hidden valley. The fountain itself lay hidden behind lush green thickets, in an alcove barely two metres above the foot of a small waterfall. Like a small piece of the Paradise Garden. The foursome chuckled, slapping each other’s shoulders, howling of joy, of greed and of triumph. And that’s when the mayhem began.
Jack had heard the unfamiliar sound of heavy wings flapping through the air. Moments later, something large and pale, like bones picked clean of the flesh, swooped down over them, dragging with it the pirate on Jack’s right side. They all ran for cover, hearing their comrade’s screams fill the air above. Moments later, blood started pouring down like rain, and then fell an arm here, a leg there. Jack armed himself with his gun, cautiously making his way towards the fountain. Another man screamed as the white demon came shooting down like a meteorite. That was the first time Jack saw it. Three metres tall at least, enormous huge black wings, its skin bone white, dark flowing hair and a pair of golden eyes neatly set in a handsome, lean face that seemed chiselled out of marble. But what really caught Jack’s attention, what made it go cold down his spine was the demon’s enormous erection, its chrome red with blood, little droplets trickling down and falling onto the demon’s thighs. Thirty centimetres, maybe more, maybe fifty. He remembered thinking that. And then it had occurred to Jack what the demon was using it for. Oh bugger. Forget the fountain. Start running.
“Thyrion”, Jack whispered. His eyes were shut, his dark brows drawn up in agony of the memory. The infant paused as the name was spoken before remembering the task at hand, finding Jack’s nipple again.
“Will tells me it’s a child with golden eyes”.
“Treasure Child” Jack sighed heavily.
“Aye. Legend has it that Treasure children can smell gold miles away. Little devils that—“
“—not this one, Bootstrap. Not this one.”
“Are ye sure? It could be playin’ tricks with ye.”
“Ever since he was conceived has he spoken to me in me mind. And before tha’, it was the Thyrion…! And always the truth, always the truth…!” Jack’s voice drifted off.
Nine months earlier.
Every sacred relic has its protector. Be it the Holy Grail or the Ark of the Covenant, the common denominator is that they all have someone or something protecting it. And Captain Jack Sparrow knew the Fountain of Youth would have something like that, but never in his wildest imaginations would he have guessed who or what it was. It was the little old wrinkled hag on Cuba that had asked, no begged, to foretell his future. As if she’d known what was about to happen.
Demons, ‘ey? Jack had simply cocked an eyebrow at her and then bought some silver bullets for his pistols before he and his little expedition party set off. Silver always did the trick when there was a matter of dealing with the supernatural. He crossed his chest a couple of times just to be on the safe side. The dense jungle proved to be quite exhausting, but it wasn’t before they began reaching higher grounds that his little tracking party began to lose its members. There were muttered words about a pale demon lurking in the shadows, but Jack was determined on moving forward. Time was of the essence. Ever since Tortuga, where he and Gibbs so conveniently had been left behind, he’d been playing tags with captain Barbossa and the Black Pearl about being the first to reach the Fountain of Youth. Some of the men on Jack’s tattered party were…expendable. Such was life. A bitch.
At the end of the road, it was only Jack and three others who finally made it into the hidden valley. The fountain itself lay hidden behind lush green thickets, in an alcove barely two metres above the foot of a small waterfall. Like a small piece of the Paradise Garden. The foursome chuckled, slapping each other’s shoulders, howling of joy, of greed and of triumph. And that’s when the mayhem began.
Jack had heard the unfamiliar sound of heavy wings flapping through the air. Moments later, something large and pale, like bones picked clean of the flesh, swooped down over them, dragging with it the pirate on Jack’s right side. They all ran for cover, hearing their comrade’s screams fill the air above. Moments later, blood started pouring down like rain, and then fell an arm here, a leg there. Jack armed himself with his gun, cautiously making his way towards the fountain. Another man screamed as the white demon came shooting down like a meteorite. That was the first time Jack saw it. Three metres tall at least, enormous huge black wings, its skin bone white, dark flowing hair and a pair of golden eyes neatly set in a handsome, lean face that seemed chiselled out of marble. But what really caught Jack’s attention, what made it go cold down his spine was the demon’s enormous erection, its chrome red with blood, little droplets trickling down and falling onto the demon’s thighs. Thirty centimetres, maybe more, maybe fifty. He remembered thinking that. And then it had occurred to Jack what the demon was using it for. Oh bugger. Forget the fountain. Start running.