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Pirates of the Caribbean (All) › Slash - Male/Male › Sparrington
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Adult ++
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26
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5,899
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61
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Chapter 23 - Discoveries
A Pleasant Holiday – by Hellborne
Pirates of the Caribbean – Slash: Norrington/Jack, Will/Norrington/Jack, Will/Jack, Jack/Gillette, 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 Pendragginink. Thank you so much!!!
Archive: adult-fanfiction.org. Anywhere else…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: My plot bunnies are back, but they’re very hungry. Please feed the plot bunnies or they might disappear for another month or more…and THEN where will we be?
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Chapter 23 – Discoveries
As soon as the words escaped from his lips, Will seemed to pull together a determination that James had seen in very few people. /The boy has most definitely become a man./
“James, the bridge was swept clean. There are pieces of deck missing where the wheel used to be. The rudder chain is gone, though it may have gotten stuck below. However, whether it’s gone or not I can rig something if the rudder is still there.”
“Good. I’ll go look at it.” With that, James strode into the Captain’s Cabin, stripped down completely, and dove out the back of the ship, cutting through the water to get to the rudder’s location. Several minutes later, he climbed back onboard and reported to Will. “The rudder appears fine, but the chain is gone.”
“I’m glad the rudder’s still there. Anamaria is a good diver. I’ll send some cables down the rudder chain hole and you and she attach them. Then we can use the sweeps to get to the nearest port and get the Pearl refitted.”
“But Jack…”
Will’s face was made of stone. “Jack is dead. I’m just going to have to face it.”
James could see clearly that Will was pushing aside his loss in order to deal with the situation at hand. He put a hand on Will’s shoulder. “I’ll miss him too.”
By nightfall, the Pearl was technically ready. Her bilge had been pumped out, and excess cargo had been jettisoned. The rudder was attached to two heavy cables through the rudder chain conduit, and as long as they kept both cables taut, they could steer the ship.
The crew decided to use the sweeps at night and rest during the day. They had rations and grog good for two months if they were careful, so they figured that they’d make it even if they weren’t picked up. The Pearl limped along with the sweeps, the crew making repairs in shifts. It took most of a week, but she was in the best condition she could be in without spare fittings.
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Jack awoke to a deep, hacking coughing fit. He tried to bring his hands up to his face, and found that they were tied to each other behind his back. His legs were tied at the ankle. He was wearing his breeches, but nothing else.
“So you’re awake.”
Jack looked at his captor and smiled, another coughing fit ruining the effect. “Captain Gillette.” His voice was so hoarse it was barely a whisper. He could hear his lungs whistling as he spoke. “Am I dying?”
“No. The doctor was worried for a while, but it seems you are the most resilient man he’s ever taken care of.”
“How long?”
“You’ve been aboard the Dauntless for four days now. God alone knows how long you were afloat when we picked you up. Where is Commodore Norrington?”
“He’s safe on the Pearl with everyone else I figure. What’s the date?” Jack started coughing again.
“It is the twenty-second of May.”
As he stopped coughing, he tried to sit up. Gillette helped him, positioning pillows in back of him. “Then I was adrift for four days, as the wave hit us on the fourteenth. Why am I tied up like this?”
“I remembered what happened to you when we put you in irons, so I decided that this would possibly keep you from becoming violent and harming yourself.”
“But why...” He coughed several times. “Why am I tied up at all?”
“Because slaves are not permitted to run free on a naval vessel, and as you belong to the Commodore, I had to have a way to keep you in his cabin.”
“So I’m not to be hanged?”
“Far be it for me to destroy the Commodore’s property. No, slave. We shall find the Black Pearl and retrieve your master the Commodore, then blow her out of the water.”
Jack knew that he had been freed by James, but didn’t want to hang, either. “But why sink the Pearl? She’s no doubt barely limping, as it was the Mizzenmast that carried me off of the ship. It wouldn’t even be sportsmanlike.” The coughing became productive, and he threw up over the side of the bed into an apparently waiting bucket.
“Because I do not appreciate being lied to.”
“Mate, Will didn’t kidnap your Commodore. I did. I wanted t’let ‘im have a nice holiday after what he went through takin’ care o’me. I was goin’ t’return him in a little while, good as new. And Will didn’t know that I was goin’ t’kidnap Jamie till I did it. So he didn’t lie to you.”
“You will call your master by his proper title, slave.”
“Fine. Will didn’t kidnap your LOVER, Captain. That’s what your upset about really, isn’t it? But why take out your jealousy on Will and the Pearl when it’s ME you want?”
“Because, slave, you are not mine to punish. And if you weren’t as sick as you are, you’d have my backhand to remind you of your place.”
“I thought you couldn’t punish me?”
“What the Commodore doesn’t know, won’t hurt him, will it?”
“True, but what’s to keep me from tellin’ him?”
“Sparrow, I know what the Commodore gave you. I am doing you a favor because of my feelings for him. So until he returns, you will act for all intents and purposes like a proper slave, or I’ll put you in the brig to be hanged as a pirate upon our return. In your own words, ‘do we have an accord?’”
Jack looked at the shark-like grin on the Captain’s face and nodded. “Aye. Ye love him, don’t you Captain? I’ll behave. I won’t try to escape or commandeer this ship. Now could ye at least tie me hands in front of me where I can eat my own food?”
Gillette untied Jack’s hands, retying them in front of him. “I’ll go and get you something from the galley.”
“And a bit of rum?”
“No, Sparrow. I won’t go that far. No rum. But considering your condition, I’ll see if I can hunt up some broth or gruel.” He walked out.
Jack looked around the room. /So this is Jamie’s cabin? Nice. Almost as nice as my cabin on the Pearl./
Only a few minutes later, Captain Gillette returned with two tankards. “These are for you, for when you can stand them.” He handed one of them to Jack.
He looked inside the tankard, sniffing at the liquid within. “Broth. Ye know, Captain, I’m not so sure that I approve of the navy’s cuisine. I’ve had mostly broth or gruel since I woke up with the Commodore.” He chuckled, though it was interrupted by another bout of coughing. “So what’s your name, Captain?” He’d heard it from James, but figured he might be able to lighten the tension between them by being friendly.
He looked at Jack sitting on the bed, almost helpless as he leaned back on the pillows and sipped his broth. “Jonathan.”
“Well, Jonathan, I’m Jack. And we both have the same goal at this moment, love, and that’s findin’ the Black Pearl and your Commodore.”
“What were the last bearings of the Black Pearl, and which direction would she be traveling?”
“Get me to the helm and I can find her in a fog in the dark, Jonathan.”
Gillette laughed. “Put you at the helm of a naval vessel? Even were I to agree, you couldn’t stand on your own feet.”
Jack smiled. “I can find her, love. Believe that. And as for standin’ on me own feet, if you don’t think I can do it, why are my legs tied up?”
“Just a precaution.” He held out a dagger and sliced through the bindings on Jack’s ankles. “Let me see you stand up then.” Jack put the tankard down on the mattress, swung his legs off the side of the bed and tried to stand, falling unswervingly into Gillette’s waiting arms. “See? You couldn’t even sit on your own a minute ago.” He tried to get Jack back into the bed, and found Jack’s bound arms resting on his shoulders around his neck.
Jack leaned forward and gently kissed him. “Well, love. Looks like you were right. So you’ll just have to put me to bed.” He kissed him again, and Jonathan’s lips parted, allowing Jack’s tongue to enter his mouth, but only for a moment.
Jonathan pulled back, blushing. “You’re too sick, Jack.” He picked him up and placed him on the bed, straightening the pillows behind him and bringing the covers up. “When the pleasure won’t most likely kill you, we’ll see.” He kissed him on the forehead and smiled. “I think I see exactly what James saw in you. You’re a puzzle, Jack Sparrow. And I’m going to see to it that I solve this puzzle. But I insist that you live through it.” He gave him back the tankard of broth. “Now give me the bearings and get some rest.”
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TBC
A/N: Now which story should I work on next, eh? You tell me! I have so many stories, and ideas for more running through my head...so YOU tell me which is your favorite story and I’ll write a chapter for it. Just hit the REVIEW button and tell me so that I don’t think you don’t care!
Pirates of the Caribbean – Slash: Norrington/Jack, Will/Norrington/Jack, Will/Jack, Jack/Gillette, 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 Pendragginink. Thank you so much!!!
Archive: adult-fanfiction.org. Anywhere else…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: My plot bunnies are back, but they’re very hungry. Please feed the plot bunnies or they might disappear for another month or more…and THEN where will we be?
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Chapter 23 – Discoveries
As soon as the words escaped from his lips, Will seemed to pull together a determination that James had seen in very few people. /The boy has most definitely become a man./
“James, the bridge was swept clean. There are pieces of deck missing where the wheel used to be. The rudder chain is gone, though it may have gotten stuck below. However, whether it’s gone or not I can rig something if the rudder is still there.”
“Good. I’ll go look at it.” With that, James strode into the Captain’s Cabin, stripped down completely, and dove out the back of the ship, cutting through the water to get to the rudder’s location. Several minutes later, he climbed back onboard and reported to Will. “The rudder appears fine, but the chain is gone.”
“I’m glad the rudder’s still there. Anamaria is a good diver. I’ll send some cables down the rudder chain hole and you and she attach them. Then we can use the sweeps to get to the nearest port and get the Pearl refitted.”
“But Jack…”
Will’s face was made of stone. “Jack is dead. I’m just going to have to face it.”
James could see clearly that Will was pushing aside his loss in order to deal with the situation at hand. He put a hand on Will’s shoulder. “I’ll miss him too.”
By nightfall, the Pearl was technically ready. Her bilge had been pumped out, and excess cargo had been jettisoned. The rudder was attached to two heavy cables through the rudder chain conduit, and as long as they kept both cables taut, they could steer the ship.
The crew decided to use the sweeps at night and rest during the day. They had rations and grog good for two months if they were careful, so they figured that they’d make it even if they weren’t picked up. The Pearl limped along with the sweeps, the crew making repairs in shifts. It took most of a week, but she was in the best condition she could be in without spare fittings.
* - * - *
Jack awoke to a deep, hacking coughing fit. He tried to bring his hands up to his face, and found that they were tied to each other behind his back. His legs were tied at the ankle. He was wearing his breeches, but nothing else.
“So you’re awake.”
Jack looked at his captor and smiled, another coughing fit ruining the effect. “Captain Gillette.” His voice was so hoarse it was barely a whisper. He could hear his lungs whistling as he spoke. “Am I dying?”
“No. The doctor was worried for a while, but it seems you are the most resilient man he’s ever taken care of.”
“How long?”
“You’ve been aboard the Dauntless for four days now. God alone knows how long you were afloat when we picked you up. Where is Commodore Norrington?”
“He’s safe on the Pearl with everyone else I figure. What’s the date?” Jack started coughing again.
“It is the twenty-second of May.”
As he stopped coughing, he tried to sit up. Gillette helped him, positioning pillows in back of him. “Then I was adrift for four days, as the wave hit us on the fourteenth. Why am I tied up like this?”
“I remembered what happened to you when we put you in irons, so I decided that this would possibly keep you from becoming violent and harming yourself.”
“But why...” He coughed several times. “Why am I tied up at all?”
“Because slaves are not permitted to run free on a naval vessel, and as you belong to the Commodore, I had to have a way to keep you in his cabin.”
“So I’m not to be hanged?”
“Far be it for me to destroy the Commodore’s property. No, slave. We shall find the Black Pearl and retrieve your master the Commodore, then blow her out of the water.”
Jack knew that he had been freed by James, but didn’t want to hang, either. “But why sink the Pearl? She’s no doubt barely limping, as it was the Mizzenmast that carried me off of the ship. It wouldn’t even be sportsmanlike.” The coughing became productive, and he threw up over the side of the bed into an apparently waiting bucket.
“Because I do not appreciate being lied to.”
“Mate, Will didn’t kidnap your Commodore. I did. I wanted t’let ‘im have a nice holiday after what he went through takin’ care o’me. I was goin’ t’return him in a little while, good as new. And Will didn’t know that I was goin’ t’kidnap Jamie till I did it. So he didn’t lie to you.”
“You will call your master by his proper title, slave.”
“Fine. Will didn’t kidnap your LOVER, Captain. That’s what your upset about really, isn’t it? But why take out your jealousy on Will and the Pearl when it’s ME you want?”
“Because, slave, you are not mine to punish. And if you weren’t as sick as you are, you’d have my backhand to remind you of your place.”
“I thought you couldn’t punish me?”
“What the Commodore doesn’t know, won’t hurt him, will it?”
“True, but what’s to keep me from tellin’ him?”
“Sparrow, I know what the Commodore gave you. I am doing you a favor because of my feelings for him. So until he returns, you will act for all intents and purposes like a proper slave, or I’ll put you in the brig to be hanged as a pirate upon our return. In your own words, ‘do we have an accord?’”
Jack looked at the shark-like grin on the Captain’s face and nodded. “Aye. Ye love him, don’t you Captain? I’ll behave. I won’t try to escape or commandeer this ship. Now could ye at least tie me hands in front of me where I can eat my own food?”
Gillette untied Jack’s hands, retying them in front of him. “I’ll go and get you something from the galley.”
“And a bit of rum?”
“No, Sparrow. I won’t go that far. No rum. But considering your condition, I’ll see if I can hunt up some broth or gruel.” He walked out.
Jack looked around the room. /So this is Jamie’s cabin? Nice. Almost as nice as my cabin on the Pearl./
Only a few minutes later, Captain Gillette returned with two tankards. “These are for you, for when you can stand them.” He handed one of them to Jack.
He looked inside the tankard, sniffing at the liquid within. “Broth. Ye know, Captain, I’m not so sure that I approve of the navy’s cuisine. I’ve had mostly broth or gruel since I woke up with the Commodore.” He chuckled, though it was interrupted by another bout of coughing. “So what’s your name, Captain?” He’d heard it from James, but figured he might be able to lighten the tension between them by being friendly.
He looked at Jack sitting on the bed, almost helpless as he leaned back on the pillows and sipped his broth. “Jonathan.”
“Well, Jonathan, I’m Jack. And we both have the same goal at this moment, love, and that’s findin’ the Black Pearl and your Commodore.”
“What were the last bearings of the Black Pearl, and which direction would she be traveling?”
“Get me to the helm and I can find her in a fog in the dark, Jonathan.”
Gillette laughed. “Put you at the helm of a naval vessel? Even were I to agree, you couldn’t stand on your own feet.”
Jack smiled. “I can find her, love. Believe that. And as for standin’ on me own feet, if you don’t think I can do it, why are my legs tied up?”
“Just a precaution.” He held out a dagger and sliced through the bindings on Jack’s ankles. “Let me see you stand up then.” Jack put the tankard down on the mattress, swung his legs off the side of the bed and tried to stand, falling unswervingly into Gillette’s waiting arms. “See? You couldn’t even sit on your own a minute ago.” He tried to get Jack back into the bed, and found Jack’s bound arms resting on his shoulders around his neck.
Jack leaned forward and gently kissed him. “Well, love. Looks like you were right. So you’ll just have to put me to bed.” He kissed him again, and Jonathan’s lips parted, allowing Jack’s tongue to enter his mouth, but only for a moment.
Jonathan pulled back, blushing. “You’re too sick, Jack.” He picked him up and placed him on the bed, straightening the pillows behind him and bringing the covers up. “When the pleasure won’t most likely kill you, we’ll see.” He kissed him on the forehead and smiled. “I think I see exactly what James saw in you. You’re a puzzle, Jack Sparrow. And I’m going to see to it that I solve this puzzle. But I insist that you live through it.” He gave him back the tankard of broth. “Now give me the bearings and get some rest.”
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TBC
A/N: Now which story should I work on next, eh? You tell me! I have so many stories, and ideas for more running through my head...so YOU tell me which is your favorite story and I’ll write a chapter for it. Just hit the REVIEW button and tell me so that I don’t think you don’t care!