Legends of the Treasure Child

John went back into the cabin together with Jack while explaining about the papers.

“Can she make any kind of document?”

“Only documents which concern her” John replied softly, approaching Jack carefully, kissing him. Jack kissed him back while attempting to read the documents.

“I don’t understand half of it” Jack said, “but the parts I do understand, tells me I’m the happy owner of both her and me shippin’ company! Why John, you’re such a blessin’. Tis’ almost too good to be true.”

John didn’t reply, not wanting to spill what he was planning on doing while Jack was asleep. He pushed Jack gently towards the bed, gazing at him while saying: “If you want what I think you want, then I must obey, for your word is my command, Dad. If I should desist, then tell me now. Either way, I won’t be able to finish in you, but maybe that won’t matter. Do you still want to?”

“Aye” Jack replied quietly, dropping his pants, disappearing underneath the blanket of the bed. John felt himself grow hard along with anticipation. He was grounded in his mind, aware of what he was doing, and approached cautiously, positioning himself between Jack’s legs feeling respectful and humble. For it was his father, the very person to give him life, and in his belly, Jack now harboured his two brothers. He coated his erect cock with the natural lubricant, and jack spat on his fingers, lubricating himself also. Then John positioned himself, and pushed into Jack, gently, so gently, stopping at the slightest sign of Jack being uncomfortable. Jack only had to hold his breath for a second longer, or to look away and not meeting John’s eye at the right time, for John to get all nervous and apologize. When finally sheathed to the hilt, John paused to sniff in the familiar scent of Jack’s hair and nuzzle under the flip of his ear. Jack’s scent had improved much after his ordeal with Elisabeth and the bleeding. And now, after his meeting with the Thyrion, Jack felt it to be increasingly important to distance himself from the filth and the mayhem he’d felt both outside and inside. Jack arched his head backward, exposing his Adams apple, and John took the opportunity to study Jack’s eyes, kissing him now and then. Then he began to move in and out, gently so gently, not wishing to get too aroused all at once. This was Jack’s moment to revel in pleasure, to be re-acquainted with his body. His hands wandered down to where his penis should have been.

“I feel so…strange, down here” Jack said, feeling his way with his fingers, touching the area around the birthcanal. It’s almost good to touch” he concluded, rubbing a spot he guessed used to be on the underside of where his penis had been. The more he rubbed it, the hornier he got. John sat up, elevating Jack’s legs a little. “Oh goodness…!” Jack exclaimed. John was touching something inside him, something that felt both good and … less good. It made him want to pee, yet the more John poked at it and massaged him, the more excited Jack got and the better it felt. “By me mother’s beard, John what are ye doin’?”

“I don’t know but you seem to like it so I’ll keep doing it,” the young man answered with a grin, pumping away at John a little bolder now.

“More John, more!” Jack mewled. He was on fire, his brown eyes glowing with pleasure. The pleasure seemed to last for an eternity, and the strangest sensation overcame Jack as he felt himself come hard, on the inside. There was a rush of energy which grabbed him and fanned out through his stomach and legs, and the contracting rectum made John pull out as the suddenly powerful muscles threatened to milk him right there and then. As the orgasm washed away and Jack returned to his senses, he was faintly shaking from the effort, breathing heavily. A very, very contented grin spread on his lips, and he lay back to rest on the pillow. That had been such a powerful experience, like nothing he’d ever witnessed before. He was beginning to think that losing his manhood wasn’t so bad after all. Rather overrated actually, when one thought of it. And he was glad it had been with John. John proved to be his demon father’s opposite in every way it seemed. So intent on his human father’s pleasure. Jack felt truly blessed.

“John?” Jack said.

“Aye?” John lay down beside him, stroking himself off, smelling his father’s nipple.

“I think we should go to church and get baptized” Jack said in one breath. He watched John intently as John got up to rest on his elbow, embracing Jack’s nipple with his mouth, playing with it with his tongue while he continued to grow more and more enticed. He then came, and as he did, Jack got his heart caught in his throat for his nipple were still between John’s sharp teeth, so Jack gritted his teeth silently, hoping John would pay it some heed and not bite it off. The semen dropped on his hand and on the clothed space between them, instantly turning to gold.

“Baptism?” John asked afterwards, a little short of breath. His perfect six-pack and chest rising and falling rhythmically. “Whatever you say, Father. Was this pleasing to you?”

“Very. I’ve never felt anything like it. Like I was exploding, yet not able to explode though, as it were”. He gazed over at John. “I think I'll be gettin' some fresh air. I feel a little...electrical, yet completely satisfied” Jack purred, putting on his clothes.

“I better check on the crew, see how they're doing. Sounds like quite a crowd out there. Are they arguing or something?” John said, following Jack's example. Just then came some insistent knocking on the door. “It's Gibbs, who else” John sighed, answering the door. And in deed it was Gibbs. He was semi-short of breath.

“Sir” Gibbs said, looking at both of them, “we just caught some fellows tryin' to sneak on board. We'll need to set out guards at all boughs and ends” he shouted through the yelling voices. John nodded at Gibbs, then went outside to gaze at the crowd. They silenced once they saw him, then one person shouted: “Hey Demon! Why don't ye come down here and show us some magic! I've brought me mum's chamber pot! Turn it to gold, would ye?!”

“Demon!”

“Witch!”

“Make us rich, you hear! Make us rich!” the crowd continued to roar. Turmoil ensued as soldiers from the king's army appeared, dispersing the crowd with stern voices and at the tip of their bladed guns.

“Mr. Gibbs” John inquired, “is there anything holding us back from leaving port tonight?”

“Not really, Sir. But the cannons ought to be secured properly first.”

“I assume the men are on it?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Good. With your permission, Captain Sparrow” John glanced at Jack, “I advice that you set sail tonight.” John turned to Jack. “Now don't be alarmed, Dad, but I have some business in Tortuga which will take all night. I'll join you at sea. As always.”

“I will not ask. Even though of course I'm dying to know what it is that takes up me son's time to such an extent he cannot be with his poor and lonely father who is forced to sail the seven seas forever with the threat of being––“

“––I get it. I'll be back before you know it” John smiled, patting his father apologetically on the shoulder. “I'd bring you back a bottle of the most excellent rum from the bottom of the ocean, only––“

“––only wha'? Bad for me health?”

“No. Bad for their health” John replied meaningfully, nodding to Jack's stomach.

“Ah, bugger. I had plenty of rum when..., ah, with you” Jack looked around nervously, realizing they had listeners. Gibbs, Mr. Cotton, Murtogg and Pintel. Bugger, again. “I mean––“

“––well, there you go. Just look how I turned out, being a Treasure Child and all. Probably the rum, don't you think?”

“Heh, well” Jack laughed nervously, at a loss of words, “it's never so bad it ain't good for nothin', savvy?”

“Precisely” John answered, going back into the cabin, fetching his coat and hat. “Mr. Gibbs, come with me” John said on arriving at the helm again, “I want an overview at the supplies, if you don't mind Dad?” John turned to Jack. Jack nodded and decided to go with them. They all went downstairs to the cargo hold, past the boxes of gold which had been labeled with the names of the shipwrecks they'd been located on, the bearings of the wrecks and John's notes on who they might belong to.

“Mr. Gibbs, you are to set your course for London when Captain Sparrow thinks it's time. We have an appointment there with the Crown. These are the supplies? Dried salt pork, bread, apples and rum?”

“The usual, aye.”

“Mr. Gibbs, I'm...appalled. Father do you really condone this?”

“Uh, aye. I mean, nay. Shouldn't I? The rum's in place. Wha' else could we need? Except...”

“You can't drink rum, Dad.”

Mr. Gibbs turned to stare at Jack, shock washing across his face.

“Mr. Gibbs” Jack said sternly, making sure no one else could hear, “I will say this to you only once. I'm havin' another baby. The demon saw to tha'. Oh, and actually, it's babies”, Jack emphasized the word, raising his eyebrows meaningfully. “ And as me most trusted friend and first mate, I will have yer word upon pain of death tha' you will hold yer tongue about this piece of information at any cost. Not even under severe torture will you tell about this, savvy?”

“Mr. Gibbs”, John said softly, “I am trusting you with the very lives of my most beloved father, and my brothers to come. And as this is revealed to you in the most intimate of hours, I would take the opportunity to add that––“

“––point taken, John” Mr. Gibbs looked John straight in the eye, “what do ye take me for, whelp? Some useless scallywag? I was watching yer daddy's back before he was dry behind the ears himself. I've seen it all and heard it all. I know tales of the deep tha' would get yer toes curlin' in those fancy boots of yours!”

“Yet you had never seen a trillion imps swamp the deck of the Black Pearl before.” John snickered sarcastically. “Really, Mr. Gibbs, you talk back, you stand your ground, and I've seen you in action. Believe me when I say that you have my every respect. It's just–, it's Jack, you know? I'd be lost without him. I'm not ready to live on without him should something happen, say if someone should be sneaking onboard the Pearl in the night to carry him off so they can keep him as a slave and take away my brothers––“

“––not on my watch, John” Gibbs said reassuringly.

“Good. Now that that's settled, would ye please suggest wha' we should have been supplyin' then?” Jack wanted to know.

“Food? Proper food? Like the kind you raised me on. Water, wine, bread, eggs, chicken meat, vegetables and beans. Potatoes, lemons and fish” John said, flailing his arms, gesticulating in a very Sparrowy manner.

“It's late if we're supposed to leave as soon as possible.”

“Gibbs, go ashore” John said, picking up some golden coins from one of the chests, “rent us a cart and a horse. Dad, would you fancy a shopping spree with me?”

“Absolutely” Jack nodded.

“No nicking, though. Remember, you're a respectable business man now” John added.

“Now you're asking much from an old pirate” Jack replied with obvious pain in his voice. They went back up on deck, and Gibbs selected Ragetti and Morty to help them with the shopping. Getting away from the boat was going to be a treat. Jack rubbed his hands, but then he saw the some soldiers still hanging around on the dockside, and the pirate in him shuddered. This wasn't good. He decided to follow John's example, and put on his coat and hat, adopting the same haughty behavior as John. But mimicking John's elegance was something else, and he decided to stick with the good old Jack Sparrow elegance in stead. Flashing a golden toothed grin as they strolled past the officers. Jack had his heart in his throat, for setting foot on land, walking among houses and people again, made him remember the flight through the streets of the fisher village by the coast as he and John eloped the Thyrion. Jack gazed nervously up at the fading sky, expecting the demon to appear any second. He stayed close to John, trying to make it appear accidental.
People stopped to stare open-mouthed at them as the y walked by, and Jack quite loved it. It was so easy to feel safe with John around, but inside, a lingering voice kept reminding him that John wouldn't always be there. There had already been clear evidence of that. He hadn't been there when the Thyrion had snatched Jack. This night would be the first night since he was brought back, that Jack had to go to bed alone. The thought was discouraging. Jack shoved the difficult thoughts aside as he wandered up the street with John, Gibbs and Ragetti and a horse attached to a cart. They stopped outside McHaggard's Colonial Shoppe, and went inside. A woman was currently standing behind the counter. All the goods resided behind the desk with her, stacked up in high brown shelves. She had an ornate cash register with large shiny buttons resembling the digits of a typewriter to her right, and a scale pan to her left, along with a bowl of oranges on display. She was clearly taken aback, and disappeared into the back room, whispering loudly about the, uh.., she didn't quite know how to put it, the Sparrows, she finally said. Promptly, the shopkeeper emerged. He was as baffled as his wife had been, yet kept his head cold and approached them, stroking his hands across his leather apron.

“How may I help ye, gentlemen?” he asked them, clearing his voice while trying to appear casual, like they were just another pair of customers.

“Are you Mr. McHaggard?” John smiled politely, minding not to show his teeth as if not to startle the man with his fangs.

“Yes, I am” McHaggard replied, laughing nervously as he recognized some possible civility from the demon.

“The name's John Sparrow, and this is my father, Captain Sparrow. We're in dire need of supplies as we're to sail soon.”

“I see” McHaggard replied absently, eyeing the state of the men, finding John to be the most respectable looking yet the most weird one. “I do have to inform you, though, Sir, that I do not take credit here, it's cash up front only. There's just been too many...well, dishonest people.”

“Of course” John answered eloquently, and produced a purse which content he promptly emptied on the shop keepers desk. The bystanders, some women and men who'd just made their purchases and dabbled about because they were nosy about the so-called demon, eyed the golden coins spinning on the wooden desk and gasped. The coins settled with the distinct clatter of coins on a smooth surface, and John smiled towards McHaggard once more, saying: “Perhaps this should do?”

Jack stopped dead in his tracks as well, but refrained from commenting the heap of golden coins John practically tossed about himself. That the lad could afford such arrogance as to play with money that way! There was nothing in this shop which would amount to the sum of gold coins laid before them, even John knew that, but didn't care. He needed to convince, and he did it so damn good Jack felt pride well up in him. The lad was indeed a blessing. A true Sparrow!
Jack eyed the amazed shop keeper and grinned. It was a grin saying aye, he's my boy!

“And how may I be of service to you, Sir? Mr. Sparrow, wasn't it?”

“I need all your apples, oranges, lemons, sugar beans and peas which you got in stock. Furthermore, I need fifteen bags of flavour, twenty bags of sugar and a kilo of your finest London tea. One barrel of wine, no make that two––“

“––excuse me, Augustine, come in here and give me a hand. Tell the lads to drop whatever they're doing and get here. I'm sorry, I just––,uh, ah here, you see Mr. Sparrow I need to write this down...”

“––do you sell ovens and pans? For ships?”

“––I can get it for you––“

“––I need it tonight. Have it delivered to the Black Pearl down by the dock and Captain Sparrow will make sure there's an extra pair of gold coins in your pocket then. I need copper pans to fry and boil. And some tools to go with it. Sauce spoons, dining knives and forks. Captain Sparrow also needs ten breads, as fresh as possible, a bag of salt and pepper alike, a barrel of ale, all of your finest and biggest potatoes, a box worth of carrots and another with cabbage. And butter. Do you have butter?”

Just as McHaggard was about to reply, in entered four of the King's soldiers. An officer accompanied them, and he crossed his arms and took a few steps in McHaggard's direction.

“Is all well, McHaggard?” he asked sternly, as if he expected the answer to be negative. He eyed Jack, then John and Gibbs.

“Fancy seeing you here again Sparrow”, the officer addressed Jack.

“Didn't I shoot you or somethin'?”

“I recovered. No thanks to ye” the officer answered sourly. “Watch yer step here, McHaggard. Remember ye're dealin' with pirate scum. And apparently their demon offspring.” The officer, his uniform a tad out of place, held his arms crossed over his chest, his feet wide apart, looking like he expected trouble.

“I'm sorry Sir, for having inconvenienced you. My mistake obviously” John began, making as if to collect the gold coins. The officer eyed them all of the sudden, and exclaimed: “stolen, ey? No scum like you could possibly afford––“

“––Sir, it's no trouble at all––“ McHaggard replied nervously, realizing he might lose a small fortune. So what if they would buy him out of stock for the next couple of weeks? He hurriedly stopped John, and swept his golden coins over to his side of the table. “Now if lieutenant Tully would excuse us, we should probably finish our list. Boys” McHaggard turned to the youngsters standing in the doorway of the back room together with his wife, “do go on and make it snappy!” They went back to collecting various items for John's list. “Now where were we, good Sir?” McHaggard laughed nervously, forcing himself to look into John's scrutinizing golden eyes.

“Live chickens?”

“Aye. How many?”

“Ten. And a goat––“

“––devil worshipping. As I thought. I' m going to get you both on the stake, be it the last thing I ever do––“ the lieutenant swore, then making to leave. He turned in the doorway, then said: ”That goes for ye too, McHaggard, consortin' with God's enemies!”

“This is going to one looong night...!” John muttered. “Sir, I think that includes all” he then said, smiling heartily at McHaggard. “I'm sorry to have inconvenience you, Mr McHaggard, I truly am. You seem like a reasonable man who is able to see beyond my, uh, handicap, as it were. I appreciate that to the fullest” John softly said to him, smiling politely.

“Think nothing of it, Mr. Sparrow. My I be as bold to ask though, as we're standing here, what line of work are you in?” McHaggard's face all of the sudden went pale, as if he was thinking of something which disturbed him.

“I'm in the salvage business. Ships and their contents mostly.”

“So ye wouldn't know anything about, let's say, saving souls, would ye?” McHaggard asked pleadingly.

“Do explain?”

“It's the wife” McHaggard said, lowering his voice. Jack leant in to hear properly. “It's her sister's daughter. “She's possessed, but the priests won't help her.”

“Exactly how many priests are there here?”

“Oh only those two in question.”

“I had a visit from them just this morning. Along with the acting governor.”

“Fools the lot of them, if ye don' mind me saying! They want to burn her, my poor niece. Can you help?”

“I'll see what I can do. I shall come later this evening. No promises though, for I don' perform miracles or anything.”

“Thank you so much!” McHaggard replied. He then focused on adding the items and their prize, calculating how much of the golden pieces he could afford to take. When John discovered what he was doing, he said: “By all means, Sir, keep it all!”

“I am at a loss of words at your generosity, my good man! But pray tell, are the rumors really true?”

“Depends on the rumors” Jack replied. His fingers itched terribly, desperately wanting to nick something. It was as if they had a life of their own, and he mostly kept them folded so he could see where they were at all times. Conforming to honesty was proving to be quite the challenge. He focused on Gibbs and the lads of the shop keeper who loaded all of the goods onto the wagon. Very soon the items towered, and they found it necessary to bind it fast with a piece of rope. As the last item was in place, save the animals which Mr. McHaggard would deliver later together with the oven, Mrs. McHaggard sat down on the chair behind the counter, fanning her red puffed face with her hand, trying to remain graceful. She bent to gaze into the empty shelves of the back room, an item here and there. Some flavour and such on the ground. That was nearly all of their stock. And all of the chickens would be gone too. Good lord. She was going to make Mr. McHaggard throw in some chicken food on the ride as well. What would they do in the morning when there was nothing to sell? The next batch of deliveries weren't expected in another week at least. And the other customers? What would they say when they heard the demon had been shopping away their entire store? She gazed from the back room an up to John. Immediately her heart began to pound faster. His father wasn't too bad either. More rough though, not quite as clean cut and handsome a picture as that young demon man, she mused. Where on earth was the mother? And who could possibly in their right mind mother something as breathtaking and completely unearthly as that? One thing was, and that was that that man couldn't possibly be human. Not with those eyes.

“What rumors? That I'm a demon?” John smiled, who'd come to quite like the man. Honesty shone from his soul, and all though every man's soul had it's beauty marks, or flaws depending on how one viewed it, Mr. McHaggard was nearly spotless. A hard working, honest soul, and it crossed John's mind that he hadn't truly ever gazed into his own lately, even to see if he had one. Perhaps it was so that he didn't have one at all, and that might be the reason why he saw everybody else's souls so much more clearly. Jack's soul was also not stainless. And it was certainly more stained than Gibbs' and McHaggard's, yet John overlooked, nay ignored to the fullest Jack's flaws for well, Jack was his father. The love Jack had for John was indisputable, undeniable, untouchable. And that was more than enough for John. He nodded meaningfully to the shopkeeper, then added: “Only half though”.
They went outside, shook McHaggard's hand in turn, in front of the bystanders, and went on their way. John was lost deep in thought. So, the list of the night's doings grew longer by each hour.
The priests would clearly have to wait. First, the shopkeeper's niece. There were other demons in town, he'd felt it earlier, and therefore he assumed that the girl's mental state was correctly observed. Then that lieutenant Tully. Silly name. Silly man. Silly twit! He had to go. To much at risk, especially for McHaggard and his family. A man should know better than to toss around words like that. Especially against John's father. Jack seemed used to taking such bullshit. No wonder, he'd been a pirate for years. But John, oh no. John had boiled inside, and only knowing that the shopkeeper had shared his sentiments towards the lieutenant had stopped him from turning him into a zombie right there and then. Oh yes, the lieutenant would make a fine crew member of the Crimson Lotus. She was ready now, beyond the horizon, approaching Tortuga with every heartbeat. Tonight she would have her first crew members bestowed upon her. It would be such a joy. So there it was. The girl, the lieutenant and then finally the priests. And the night was still young.