Legends of the Treasure Child

The Black Pearl spent a good deal of time in Tortuga. They brought on supplies, drank rum and met with the sultry wenches, drank some more and generally had some lazy days, enjoying the hot sun and the late night brawls. Mr. Gibbs was often addressed by young men wanting to join the crew. It would seem that the Pearl drew hopeful sailors to her like bees to a jar of honey. She looked absolutely stunning, that was it, seducing them with her black masts and shiny hulls. And most important of all, she was legendary.
Mr. Gibbs and John went ashore to purchase cannons, and when the dealer was impressed with the chest of gold John presented, he even permitted to show what the cannons could do, firing off a couple of cannons balls to prove their worth. John looked to Mr. Gibbs for advice, and Gibbs nodded heartily, a big grin on his lips and a wicked light in his eye. Oh yes, the Pearl would be the most dangerous ship of them all.
John raised eyebrows everywhere he went. The women fell over themselves, swooning in the heat as he passed by, gasping and out of breath as they met him in the dark streets in the evening, all enthralled by his good looks and golden eyes. And soon, rumours about the Treasure Child filled every bar and saloon in every nook and cranny of Tortuga. The people would gather at the harbour during the daytime, staring up at the Black Pearl which had been brought in to the harbour in order to hoist on board the cannons. John would appear from time to time, and the crowd murmured, staring in awe at his beauty, his long brown hair, the black bandana and dark grey coat woven with silver threads. He would escort Jack out on deck, and the crowd soon made connections as they saw the two. Father and son alike.

The rumours grew into stories, and very soon, the name of Jack Sparrow and his demonic child were on everybody’s lips.

The crew was in the middle of loading cannons one day, when a party of priests and important officials made their way down to the Pearl. They were guarded by the king’s men, and the soldiers ploughed their way through the crowd, boarding the Pearl at once.
John, Jack and Gibbs were in the cabin, eagerly making plans for the shipping company, as there was an insistent rap on the new door. Morty opened before anyone could answer it, and all he said was: “Trouble.” Then he left, taking point at the helm. John and Jack put on their hats before venturing outside; both dressed in long-sleeved shirts, vests, trousers and knee high sailor boots.

“Dad, maybe you should stay inside” John said to Jack.

“Nonsense” Jack replied, “besides, they’ve already seen me”.

“Stay up here then, I’ll—“

“—I’m Captain, remember?”

“You’re also Jack Sparrow, remember?” John said, cocking his head in the direction of the soldiers, “not your best pick of friends, ey?” He flashed a wicked smile at Jack, before descending down. Jack watched in terror as John made it down in a graceful manner, greeting them with a nod.

“I am Kingston Digby, 2nd Earl of Bristol” one man in the front row answered, straightening his glasses,”—and acting governor of Tortuga and its islands” he stated nervously, peering up at John. John smiled down at him the way one would smile at a child. The man was unusually short, a head shorter than his peers, and therefore John dominated with his two heads taller. The poor, middle-aged man wore a cream-coloured wig, an elaborate silk suit and presented himself as if he badly needed to pee. He tried to appear courageous, and looked John up and down several times before he remembered his business, and coughed politely, as John had ignored him and was eyeing the priests, staring hungrily at them.

“May I have your name, Sir?!” the acting governor wanted to know.

“I’m John Sparrow, acting captain of the Black Pearl”.

“And—“the acting governor paused to stare behind the giant of a man, peering up at Jack whom he’d obviously recognized, “what is your purpose here in Tortuga?”

“Re-supplying” John answered in short, shooting the soldiers a glance. They nearly died on the spot as they felt the evil eye swipe over them, sure to their heart that John was the devil. They cocked their guns a little more to his face, adjusting their foothold nervously.

“And where would your ship be making birth from?” the earl continued a little bolder.

“Birth? London” he answered somewhat absentmindedly, eyeing the catholic priests again. There was just something about them which made his mouth water, like the thought of consuming all their knowledge, feeding on their fears and impale them with his cock, feeling their tight heats embrace him, achieving release and spend oneself inside, again and again! He’d felt it just as they walked on board, and now that he looked them in the eye, he saw the truth about them and they knew he knew. “Traitors…” he muttered at them.

“I’m sorry?” the governor asked, getting his attention, “so your ship makes birth in London. Do you have any papers to prove that?”

“Yes I do”, John smiled, “you wish to see them?”

“Very much”, the governor smiled back. John turned and walked back up to the helm, and Jack joined him inside the cabin. There, instead of finding the papers which was his first idea, he embraced Jack and kissed him passionately. He then let him go, leaving Jack baffled.

“Sorry, I—“John apologized. But not before he’d spoken the words did Jack came close and returned the kiss, pressing himself to John surrendering himself completely. Jack was on fire, kissing him again and again. John finally broke away, and stopped to stare at him. He then charged at Jack, lifting him by his hips up into their bed, kissing him anew, undoing his father’s shirt. He gave the nipples a teasing bite, then licking and sucking gently. Jack began to buck beneath him, moaning heavily, acting very needy.

“I need a woman…”Jack’s voice trailed off.

“You’re rather ill-equipped for that now” John sighed in return, stopping what he was doing.

“Don’t stop”, Jack whispered. I can’t bear this, I’m so…horny” Jack moaned, writhing beneath John.

“It’s your body responding to the pregnancy—“

“—do somethin’ John! Help me.”

“Wait here then. I need to deal with these officials, and then I’ll be right with you” John said, freeing himself from Jack’s arms. He went over to the grand oak desk by the stern windows, and rummaged around in the drawers. “Ah, there. Good work, Pearl” he said to the boat, flipping through the documents. He disappeared outside, and Jack decided to join him, straightening his shirt, curious to what kind of documents it was that John had.
The acting governor was waiting impatiently outside and stopped pacing as John emerged from the cabin.

“There you are, governor” John said while handing them to him. Jack came to join him, eager to have a peak but lost the opportunity.

“Hm”, the governor said, raising a curious eyebrow, “hm” he said again, flipping over to the next page, handing the previous one back to John. Jack caught it just before John did, and to his surprise, Jack read through a deed on the Black Pearl, stating that it had been sold to him, to Captain Jack Sparrow, by a highly decorated general of his Majesty’s fleet, selling her off to him as scrap! How was this possible? Jack knew in his heart he’d simply stolen her, but this, this was just unbelievable. He kept his surprise to himself however, not understanding every word of the contract.

“A salvage ship, I see.” The acting governor looked around, “she doesn’t look much like a salvage ship to me. And what does a salvage ship need cannons for?”

“Dear Sir”, John smiled, “you must understand that our commission have just recently been signed, and as we speak the Black Pearl is undergoing a major renovation. The crane is not in place yet, I’m afraid. The commission there, you see” he pointed at a leaf under the one which was currently visible, “was just made with the East-Indian Trading Company. I’m looking for craftsmen who can build a proper stationary crane right here on the deck. And as of the cannons, well, allow me to show you a secret. If you please” John smirked, showing the governor to the cargo hold. They stood there for a moment, and the governor stared down at the treasure with wide eyes and open mouth. He then straightened, rearranging his glasses which had fallen down to the tip of his nose.

“As you understand, a high level of security must be maintained, as we’re shipping the cargo to London, where it will dealt with by the Crown’s officials.” John explained softly, putting on his best appearance.

The governor turned, handing him the paperwork and said: “you do know, Captain Sparrow, that the Wicked Wench was actually stolen by, well, Captain Sparrow here?” the acting governor laughed. Realizing the others weren’t laughing with him, he stopped somewhat embarrassed. “May I assume, Captain, that Captain Sparrow here” he motioned to Jack, “is your father? The likeness is…, remarkable if I may say. I’ve heard tall tales and rumours. I’d beware if I were you. And would you be as kind as to give an explanation to why your eyes have such an unnatural colour?”

“Don’t believe what you hear, Sir, it’s just a rare eye disease. That’s what the medical professors in London said” John smiled, walking to stand by his father’s side.

“They say you’re a demon, Captain” the governor said, suddenly nervous again as he touched the touchy subject and the very reason for the priest’s presence. He glanced nervously at them, watching them follow John’s every move.

“Now, we’re all a little wicked from time to time” John retorted, the grin vanishing from his face as he eyed the priests. “But now you’ll have to excuse us, if you don’t mind. There’s work to be done. The governor nodded, and walked off with the soldiers hanging on his tail. The priests eyed John before they grudgingly left, a look saying: ‘We’re not done with you yet, demon!’

“Sinners, the lot of ye…” John said between gritted teeth, displaying a sour face. Perhaps it was time he indulged himself this night. With some priestly blood.