A Pleasant Holliday?

A Pleasant Holiday – by Hellborne
Pirates of the Caribbean – Slash: Norrington/Jack, Will/Norrington/Jack, Will/Jack, Elizabeth/Anamaria (implied).
NC-17

Copyright: Characters, not mine, see the mouse. Story, mine, but I make no money. He does, but not on this.

Typing convention: / and * are used for thoughts. * is used for COMMODORE Norrington exclusively, and / is used for the softer James Norrington and for everyone else. Don’t ask…just read and you’ll understand.

Beta: The fantastic, perfect, and particularly modest BetaGoddes, Pendragginink and her pet Jackal (who my demon adores)! Thank you so much!!!

Archive: Anywhere…just let me know the URL.

Summary: Commodore Norrington is on holiday, and finds that Jack Sparrow has gotten himself in trouble again. Torture, Violence, Lemon, Slash, Angst.

NOTE: Sorry about the long delay. I’ve been writing so many other fics that I just plain couldn’t get back to this one till now. My plot bunnies went out gambling (we live in Las Vegas), so I was left without any inspiration for this one...They’re back now, but they’re very hungry. Please feed the plot bunnies or they might disappear for another month…and THEN where will we be?

* - * - * - * - * - * - * - *

Chapter 22 – The Monster

As the day went by, James felt freer than ever, even though he worked harder on the Pearl as he ever had, even as a midshipman. Jack had wanted to see everything that he knew about ships and sailing, so he went out of his way to show him. At the end of the day, he was exhausted, but happy. Jack had given him one of the greatest compliments he’d ever received. Jack had told him that he knew nearly as much about sailing as himself. He’d almost seemed a little jealous over it, but the look disappeared in a mere instant.

For the next seven days, the Pearl made her way South and West, but near the end of the eighth day, the wind died. The sails hung limp, and the waves became ominously calm. Will tied the wheel with the ready line and strode to the Captain’s cabin, calling out to Mr. Gibbs to have the men stand down and relax till the wind picked up. The night before, there had been a rather violent storm, and Jack and James had both been out in it, making sure the Pearl and her crew were safe. They’d made him stay in bed to sleep, seeing as how they’d be exhausted when they got in.

Will silently tiptoed into the Captain’s Cabin, not wanting to wake his two lovers, closing the door behind him without a sound. He smiled when he saw them, taking care not to make any noise for fear of interrupting them prematurely.

Jack had been tied, bent naked over the table face down and facing away from the door, his legs spread wide and his arms above his head, tied to the table legs. His bandana had been pulled down over his eyes and tied tightly so that he couldn’t work it off. James was in front of Jack’s face, on his knees on the table straddling Jack’s arms, teasing him with his manhood, which slid across the pirate’s mouth too fast for him to suck it in. There were candles lit all over the table surrounding Jack, and one in the absentee commodore’s hand, dripping hot wax onto the pert round globes of pirate bum. Will had to hold his breath to keep himself from laughing; there was a rather thick, lit taper sticking out of Jack’s entrance, dripping wax on his sac. They must have been at this for a while; the underside of his sac had been almost completely coated with wax, and some of it was partially flaked off, sticking to the sparse hairs onto which it had cooled. Jack was wriggling madly, trying to get away from the wax and moaning, the candle up his arse waving cheerfully at Will.

James noticed Will and smiled, winking, as he let another drop of wax drip onto the pirate captain’s constantly moving arse cheek as he batted Jack’s face yet again with his member. “Jack, I do believe your aim is slipping,” he sniggered.

Jack’s voice was mocking. “’I do believe your aim is slipping’…OF COURSE IT’S SLIPPING! It’s that bloody candle you’ve got up shoved my arse!” Will almost gave himself away, but just tried to take long, drawn out breaths, his shoulders shaking in mirth.

“Perhaps you’d like me to replace it with something…harder?” James shoved his hips forward for emphasis, bumping his length against Jack’s chin.

“And not so hot, Jamie! What are ye tryin’ to do, cook my goods?” He yelped as another drop of wax hit a part of his sac where the wax had been cracked away.

“Indeed. Harder it is.” He snatched the candle out of Jack’s entrance so fast that the beleaguered pirate squealed. Will silently removed his clothes and stood there, fondling himself, watching the spectacle before him.

James walked over to the bed, where Jack’s “bag of goodies” had been dumped and picked up the riding crop. He looked at Will and smiled. He walked over to Jack and raised his hand high, sending the crop down hard on Jack’s arse cheeks, crackling the wax and sending bits of it flying. He signaled Will to move forward to Jack’s open entrance.

Will walked over and positioned his stiff member at Jack’s opening, pressing at it gently. James shook his head and motioned for him to push hard, and Will did just that, thrusting his un-oiled shaft deep into Jack, making Jack shriek in surprise and pain. James whipped his arse cheeks hard as Will started moving, plunging over and over again, finding that the candle that had been there had, at least partially, lubricated the area so that it didn’t chafe his manhood.

James climbed onto the table in front of Jack and rubbed the tip of his manhood against Jack’s lips. Jack opened his mouth, taking the satiny length down his throat, sucking hard and letting his tongue roam around it. The crop kept hitting hard, sometimes on one cheek, sometimes on the other, and many times across both of them.

Jack could feel that he was getting close to completion, when he suddenly realized that it was a real cock in his ass, and not Jamie’s! The realization sent him way over the top, his twitching manhood spraying his seed beneath the table as he screamed his unbridled pleasure around James’ organ. The sudden muscle spasms around Will’s member sent him to new heights as he plunged, and he sent his length deep into Jack and came hard, utter rapture on his face. James was in total heaven when he saw Will’s face, and with the sensation of Jack screaming around his cock, he fairly collapsed on top of Jack, pinning him to the table as he humped his mouth and spilled his seed.

Once he was finished, James, exhausted, rolled off of Jack’s pinned body, and promptly fell on the floor, from where he didn’t bother getting up. Will joined him on the floor, cuddling and stroking his face.

After about half a minute, Jack moved his head and squirmed again. “Jamie?” He listened. He heard breathing, but it sounded like James had fallen asleep. “Jamie! Wake up! Ye need t’untie me, savvy?” He listened again. There was no change in the rhythmic breathing, except that he thought he heard two people sleeping. He relaxed and dozed off.

* - * - *

Loud screaming had James and Will awake in a heartbeat. They stood up and looked around. Jack was still tied to the table, but he was screaming and snarling like a beast, and pulling on the ropes so hard they thought he’d rip his arms off. James removed the bandana and held his face up, looking deeply into Jack’s eyes. There was no recognition there, and Jack screamed something not quite intelligible, ripping his head out of James’ soft grip. Will ran for his clothes, grabbed a dagger, and cut the ropes binding Jack’s feet, then his arms as James grabbed Jack by the wrists.

Jack tried to break free, his eyes wild. James recognized the look in his eyes from the night Jack had gone out drinking and ended up in the gaol. Will watched curiously as James pulled Jack over the table and hugged him close, letting go of his hands but making sure he couldn’t get away. He started speaking quietly to him as if Jack were a child, stroking his head with one hand. Jack put his arms around James’ neck and held on like a baby.

Will could see that Jack was starting to calm down, so he moved in and cut the ropes around his ankles and wrists, then tossed away the dagger and hugged Jack from the back, kissing him gently and chastely behind the ears and the back of the neck.

Once he thought he was calm enough, James put his hands under Jack’s bottom and lifted him, Jack’s legs wrapping around him, to the bed where he laid him down. He looked into Jack’s eyes. Jack looked back, smiling sheepishly. “I did it again, didn’t I?”

James smiled gently. “Yes you did. What was that? It looked like a nightmare, but you didn’t seem to want to wake up from it.”

Will gave Jack a bottle of rum and Jack took a very long pull on it. Jack looked at James. “I’m not really sure, love. I know I was awake, I could see what was happening, but it was like it was someone else doin’ it. I remember waking up tied down and blindfolded…” He took another swig of rum and snapped his fingers. “I’ve got it! I remember thinkin’ I was still in the slave yard, and I panicked.” He took another long drink and started sobbing. “Jamie, don’t ever let them take me again. Please?”

James could hear Jack’s voice starting to crack. He’d thought the pirate was over the ordeal except for the occasional nightmare, since Jack never mentioned it. He kissed Jack on the forehead. “I promise.”

Will stepped up again. “By the way, gentlemen, the ship is becalmed. I’ve told Gibbs to report to us when the winds start up again.

Jack sat up, wax scattering off of his back as he stood up and rushed out, not even bothering with his clothes.

* - * - *

Jack scurried up the rigging to the crow’s nest and grabbed the spyglass from a stunned-looking Mr. Cotton, put it to his eye and turned slowly around in a complete circle. Not seeing anything, he repeated the procedure. /Still nothing./ He handed the spyglass back to Cotton, who almost dropped it, and dropped down the line back to the deck. He strode back into the cabin. “I don’t know what happened, but this doesn’t sit well with me. Will, while I slept, I had a dream about the Pearl climbin’ a mountain o’water. Jamie, could ye do me a big favor and spell Mr. Cotton and his parrot in the crow’s nest? I need someone with eagle eyes and a loud voice for this one. Just keep the scope movin’ and tell me if and when you see ANYTHING unusual. Whelp, give us a heading due South, furl the sails and batten down the hatches. Get everyone below that isn’t necessary.” Both men looked at him. “It’s just a feeling, but if I’m right, we’re going to have a hell of a ride in a little while.” James and Will left the cabin to see to their respective jobs.

* - * - *

An hour later, James dropped down the rope to the deck and ran to Jack and Will on the bridge, a look of terror on his face. “You were right, Jack.”

Jack grabbed his spyglass and looked through it to the South. “Get everyone below NOW! You two included! Lash yourselves to the beams.” Will looked at him oddly. Jack looked back, calm, but seriously. “There’s a hundred foot wall of water heading for us. We have maybe ten minutes.”

* - * - *

The last hatch closed with a finality that made even the bravest men shudder. Norrington sat at the bottom of the ladder and looked at Will, who had sat next to him. “Now…we wait.” He ran his hand through his hair, retying the strands that had fallen out of his queue.

Will looked at him incredulously. “But Jack’s alone out there!”

“Will, Jack told me in no uncertain terms that he could bring the Pearl through intact.”

“And you believed him?”

“Yes, actually. We had a rather long discussion about it when we woke up this afternoon. He’s been through one of these before. We’ll all be fine. It’s just going to be a rough ride, so I’d suggest that you lash yourself to the ladder.” He took his own belt and buckled it around both himself and the ladder above the first rung. Will followed suit with his baldric.

“James?”

“Yes, Will. I personally tethered Jack to the mizzenmast. The wave can’t move him more than about ten feet. He’ll be fine.”

“Thank you, James.” Will tried to relax as he held on to his side of the ladder. James just wished he felt as sure as his voice sounded.

* - * - *

Below deck, the crew heard the Pearl cry out as the wave hit; she reeled from the force of the blow, rolling to beam ends, the men in her hold counting the seconds, waiting for her to right herself; to rise up against the strength of the wave. She was taking too long. Then they felt her gather herself, struggling to right herself. And she did it. She did it with such furious power that she rolled to the other side, her very beams creaking as she went over, groaning their complaints, the eyebolts screaming as they were pulled from the straining timbers, freeing the ropes and the men they were holding to be flung against the bulkheads and each other like so much unsecured cargo. Norrington’s belt snapped and he was thrown to the opposite wall, his head hitting the bulkhead, sending an explosion of light through his head.

The Pearl started climbing at an angle that none of the people below had ever felt before. As Jack’s dream described, it felt like the ship were climbing a mountain. Those unfortunate enough to not be lashed to anything slid aft along the floor, James among them. Suddenly the hatch at the top of the ladder was thrown open by an onslaught of water, breaking several other crewmembers from their positions, tossing them aft with the rushing water. Will thought he was going to drown but was afraid to unlash himself. There was a tremendous creaking sound from above, followed by a great crash. James thought he heard the Pearl crying. Then the bottom dropped out as they finished their dive through the crest of the wave, and the Pearl fell flat into the water, rocking gently in the aftermath.

At first, nobody moved. Then, one by one, the crew unlashed themselves and went aft to check on those who had been swept away by the water. Will unbuckled his baldric and found James dragging himself forward wearily, rubbing his ribs with one hand and his head with the other, his face twisted in pain.

“James! Are you all right?”

“I’ll live. You?”

“I’m fine.” As one, they both made for the ladder.

When they reached the quarterdeck, the shock that hit them was horrific. The deck had been wiped clean. The longboats were gone, along with most of the barrels of rope that had been nailed to the deck. The ship was listing to larboard, but the worst of the damage momentarily froze Norrington to his bones before he remembered that the Black Pearl had sweeps. The masts had been fairly ripped apart; all of the sails were gone. The mizzenmast was gone, having been ripped out of its foundation. James called for a pump crew even before he had the time to notice that the pumps were gone as well. It was as if the hand of God had wiped the Pearl clear of her adornments. Four men went below to find one of the extra bilge pumps.

James knew what he would find on the bridge deck, so when Will came down the stairs, ashen faced, he wasn’t surprised, though it depressed him greatly. Will’s voice was a barely audible whisper. “He’s gone.”

* - * - *

TBC

A/N: Did you know that the *ONLY* payment that fanfiction writers ever see is the review that someone gives their work? While it would be great to get paid for this, it's a labor of love...and it gives a writer warm fuzzies to go on when someone appreciates (or hates) their work enough to comment on it. I *LOVE* warm fuzzies...Now please feed the plot bunnies by hitting the "REVIEW" button!!!