Leave Me Lying Here

Title: Leave Me Lying Here (28/?) 08/23/03

Author: Lydia NightShade (nightshade10312001@yahoo.com)

Pairing: Jack/Will; Ana Maria/Elizabeth

Rating: R

Warnings: Swearing, angst, some blood, oh the sappy romance… how very, very sticky.

Disclaimer: HA! I own nothing! I’m a pathetic college student that can’t seem to stop writing gay porn! LoL! It’s a sickness really….or an obsession….hmmmm. The title is a line from the Veruca Salt song Volcano Girls. I don’t own that either I just think it goes well with the fic and I love Veruca Salt!

Beta: Mistaya and Mike

Feedback: Pretty please. I know I take forever to update, but are you still with me?

Summary: Um… the plan is thus: Some Norrington, some quick blip into Ana&Liz then predominately Jack&Will being mushy and then tragic once again because I’m an evil heartless bitch… now whether or not this will happen? Ha! Your guess is as good as mine. *glares at muses*

Author’s Notes: I know, I know… I haven’t updated in a boot’s age, but it’s been getting so hard. Plus I’m forever tired for some reason. One of my buds down at the shelter thinks I’m diabetic. Knowing my luck I’m dying. Don’t worry, if that happens I’ve left instructions to my mum on how to notify y’all. I have all my id’s written down in my little black book. I’d hope someone would finish this… oh well, I’m just being oddly morbid again. I don’t seriously think I’m dying, don’t panic. It’s just the way my family works. My friends and I all know how we want to be buried.

Author’s Notes 2: Big thanks to Nikita’s Layer for posting this one picture of Balin that made me think of Will naked. You can see it for yourself if you’re reading this in my LJ night_writes.

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“So… let me make sure I /completely/ understand this...” Norrington said with angered deliberation as he walked up and down his row of henchmen. When he had arrived to find his hideaway a smoldering pile, the sociopath was less than pleased. “You had the boy in your possession, correct?” he asked Twigg. The lackey fumbled with his response, visibly terrified.

“Uh-uh… y-yes sir.” Norrington smiled and nodded, patting the scruffy man on the head before moving over to Kohler.

“And he was completely tied up and Jack was nowhere to be seen, correct?” The dreadlocked outlaw nodded, not wanting to make eye contact. Norrington again nodded then continued on down the line, hands behind his back. “Yet… I don’t see young William Swann here in my possession as I clearly instructed, do I?” he asked curtly, coming back to Kohler and surprising him. “DO I?!” Kohler jumped and shook his head quickly, still not wanting to make eye contact.

“Sorry, sir… but Sparrow—he came out of nowhere!” Twigg blurted.

Kohler glared at Twigg for daring to open his mouth. It was never a good idea to speak back to Norrington. It usually only resulted in bloodshed.

“So that’s why I’m now standing in the /ashes/ of my hideout, because fifteen men couldn’t handle one drunk and a spoiled brat?!” Norrington’s face was red as fire and he reached for his forty-five, aiming it at Twigg. “Tell me why I shouldn’t kill you.”

“You’re better off without him. The little brat was frigid as ice water,” Grapple jeered. He was covered in soot and grinning like a fool. A visible flinch afflicted each of Grapple’s comrades immediately after his comment. They all knew better than to say something so stupid.

“You… touched him?” Norrington asked, his left eye twitching. Grapple laughed and nodded.

“Yeah, wanted to fuck ‘im, but Sparrow whacked me in the head and fucking cock-blocked me with the brat.” He elbowed the man next to him, wondering why everyone was inching away from him. “He’s got nice soft skin though.” He smiled smugly as Norrington walked up to him with a dangerous smile on his face.

“Soft skin, eh?” Norrington asked with a slight, cheeky, laugh. Grapple joined him in the laughter and nodded, adding in a ‘yeah’.

"Good-bye.” Norrington said dismissively, holding his gun up to Grapple’s forehead and shooting the biker without a second thought. Grapple was dead before he even knew it. His brains splattered on the wall behind him and over the men standing to close to him. “Anyone else think he has /soft/ skin?!” Norrington asked amusedly, looking up and down the line of shaking men.

“Didn’t think so. Now to business. I’ve decided to take matters into my own hands seeing as how all of you are completely incompetent. You have ten minutes to vacate the area before my other colleagues start shooting. Happy holidays boys, you’ve got a head start.” With that, he turned on his heel and headed back to his limo. They had picked up several young prostitutes on the way over and he wasn’t quite done with them yet. As he started to head back, he heard the sounds of shooting and screaming.

“Oh, that’s right!” he scoffed facetiously, “I told my guards to give them ten /seconds/ not minutes.” He shrugged, opening the limo door to the sight of young naked flesh, helping themselves to the cocaine he had provided them. “Nothing to worry about,” he mumbled, grabbing the nearest hot young thing and ravishing her as the limo sped off into the night.

‘It’s good to be at the top.’

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Barbossa had practically been living at the Swann mansion since his botched attempt to abduct young William Swann back from this mysterious kidnapper. Bo’sun had been tracking the pair for a while, but lost them when, as the hired goon described, the pair were jumped by a band of gun totin’ Village People rejects. After this event Barbossa was informed that the trail had grown cold, and Bo’sun wasn’t able to track them anymore. Barbossa was anything but pleased.

As a man of privilege he was used to getting what he wanted, when he wanted it. This very large wrench in his plan was /not/ appreciated. Avery had been little to no help as well. The blond-haired Adonis spent most of his time sniffing around Will’s old locker at school and jerking off to the pictures of their ‘date’. If the pervert wasn’t part of his plan, Barbossa would have dropped Avery long ago.

“I can’t believe this is happening to me. All this time and I still don’t know who the hell is even pissing me off so much!” He ran his hand through his hair in frustration before angrily smashing his desk lamp against the wall. Avery jumped in his seat, watching the older man pace back and fourth like a madman.

“We know his name is Jack.” Avery offered. Barbossa turned to the sniveling idiot and laughed.

“You’re right! I completely forgot… that certainly narrows it down now doesn’t it!” he hissed. “It’s only one of the most popular names of all time!” Throwing his head back he roared out his frustration to the mostly empty study, stamping his feet and making quite the spectacle of himself.

“I always liked the name Sean, myself. Although, if I have a kid I think I’d name him Daniel… of course to do that I’d actually have to knock up a chick and I’m really not into that. Women my age are so bossy. They’re just mean and they don’t have any time for me.” He whined on and on not realizing that his boss was a hairline fracture away from killing him. “I don’t know what’s up their asses, man!”

“Avery!” Barbossa snapped. The blond looked up, confused.

“Yeah, boss?” Barbossa walked up so that he was leaning over the sitting imbecile, his eyes very wide and bloodshot from lack of sleep.

“When I want your opinion… I’ll give it to you. Understood?!” Avery flinched, but nodded. The man was in his thirties and still had the mannerisms of a child. He pouted and shrugged.

“K…” Barbossa smiled smugly, going back to his pacing.

“So happy to hear it.”

Even the man’s appearance showed his distress. His normally well-kempt hair was frizzy and greasy, his suit was disheveled, and his button-down shirt was messily untucked. Avery hadn’t seen his employer so off his rocker before.

“Jack… bike… affection… Oh leave it to that thorn in my paycheck to fall in love with a leather clad criminal!” Barbossa hacked, his face twisting in pure disgust. “What should have been a simple plan of manipulation has turned out to be a nightmare of loose ends. This never would have happened to my father.” Barbossa lectured, shaking his finger at Avery. “Oh no! Back then thugs knew how to properly seduce and abduct a child!” he growled. “You’re worthless!”

“Hey, I’m not the one that fucked up. You underestimated him. You told me that Will was a pushover when it came to authority figures.” he scoffed. “Well, maybe not you. As I heard it he used to jab at you quite well.”

“Why are you still talking?” Barbossa asked snidely as he stared at his accomplice with wide, unblinking eyes. “As if that wasn’t bad enough, then my precious Elizabeth goes missing from the hospital on top of it all. Knowing that twit, she’s out trying to ‘rescue her big brother’” Barbossa mocked, flailing his hands around and making overly exaggerated sad faces. “I would have thought she would have at least made a phone call to her father to let that blithering idiot know that she’s okay. That fact that she hasn’t makes me wonder if she’s getting help from an outside source.” He played with the hairs of his beard, pondering what could be going on with his bride to be.

“I need to get them both back under my power or I’m going to lose everything. Do you understand that?” Avery jumped when Barbossa’s head snapped back in his direction, the look of desperation making his skin grow cold. He nodded, smiling slightly, nervously.

“Sure, boss. No problem. Just give it some time. I’m sure William will show up again. He can’t stay away from here for too long. Besides, he thinks that Elizabeth is still here and that he has to protect her from you. I bet he’ll be back.”

Barbossa stared at him as if the Pythagorean Theorem had just come out the blond’s mouth.

“What?” Avery asked nervously.

“It’s amazing… you actually said something intelligent! If I had a cookie you’d surely get it.” Avery wasn’t sure if he should be insulted or not so he just nodded and rolled his eyes. “Yes… just like a good little doggie, William will come back to us… and once he’s here again we’ll make sure that it’s blasted all over the news. That way Elizabeth will know about it and she'll come running back. Then I’ll have them both right where I want them! Why it’s brilliant I tell you! Brilliant!” Barbossa threw his head back and cackled at the brilliance that was he, conveniently ignoring the fact that he still had no clue where either teenager was. It was better for him that way. He was happier without logic at the moment.

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“I really don’t see why we have to do this. I’ve got a big enough bank account to supply us with enough food and pay our hotel bill for the next five years at least.” Elizabeth whispered nervously as she pulled the black hood of her sweatshirt over her golden locks and followed her honey-skinned lover into the dark alley. Anamaria had expressed her idea to mug some unsuspecting man that mistook them as prostitutes, in order to pay the ‘rent’ that was due on their room.

“We can’t keep using your debit card. It’s traceable. Besides, this is fun. I thought you were into women’s lib?” the sexy delinquent smirked back at her paler, hesitant lover. Elizabeth huffed and stopped sneaking, standing up straight to properly school her gorgeous lover.

“Robbery is NOT part of women’s lib!” She threw back her hood and pushed Ana in rage. “I’m so sick of women using that as an excuse to do whatever they want! It’s not about hating men, it’s about not being treated as second class citizens, just like the Civil Rights movement wasn’t about ‘killing whitey’ it was about being treated as human beings!” Ana rolled her eyes, but had to admit she found it secretly adorable and very sexy when Lizzie got all worked up over the negative stereotypes of feminism.

“Calm down. I don’t really think it has anything to do with women’s rights. I just do this to get by and I don’t fancy victimizing more women so I pick sleazebags that are looking to pay for some pussy, ok?” Lizzie jerked to a halt, not knowing what to say. Ana pulled the younger woman’s hood back over head, giving her a kiss as she did so. “Don’t worry, you don’t need a witty response.” She winked at the poor little rich girl and then proceeded sneaking over to their unsuspecting target. “I love this part of my life!”

“Oh, please give me strength,” Lizzie mumbled as she puffed herself up in a pathetic attempt to look intimidating.

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It was just before sunrise and Jack was wide awake, sucking down his hidden stash of Captain Morgan. It had been far too long since he had imbibed the sweet yet bitter brew. As he drank he watched William sleeping. It had been three days since they escaped. Will hadn’t woken up except to occasionally eat, drink and go to the bathroom. The bruises on his face were fading to dull greens and yellows, but Jack’s guilt was still fresh in his heart.

They hadn’t really spoken about what was said the night they arrived at the hideout and Jack was glad of it. He by no means wanted to discuss his jaded past or the fact that he had practically confessed his undying love for the tiny twerp. When did he become so careless? Jack Sparrow didn’t fall in love. He fucked, never made love, and he certainly didn’t risk his life for anyone. But ever since he had met William Swann, or Turner, he had become a completely new person. It was like Will completed that part of him that was missing.

“Stop staring at me.” Jack jumped at the soft voice. With all his musings he hadn’t realized that Will’s breathing had given away his state of consciousness. He was far too drunk for this.

“Sorry, precious. You’re just so pretty I couldn’t take my eyes off you.” He winked at the teen as Will slowly opened his eyes and smiled sleepily.

“Very funny. So how much of that shit have you had?” Will asked tiredly, looking up at the clear bottle filled with rummy goodness. Jack held up the bottle and looked at the sweet, reality-relieving liquid and smiled. He held his fingers up, measuring the empty part.

“’Bout this much,” he indicated half of the 750ML bottle (1), laughing. Will rolled his eyes and moaned in discomfort. His sides felt like he was sleeping on broken glass.

“Can I have more painkillers? I’m pretty stiff.” Jack nodded and picked the bottle out of his pocket and handed it to William who quickly took three more pills. “I don’t think I’ve ever had more injuries in my life. You should come with a warning label.” Will joked, not realizing that he was cutting his lover to the bone.

“Yeah… I’m a hazard all right. You probably want to get away from me, don't you?” He punctuated his remark by taking another swig of his rum. Will furrowed his brow in confusion and shook his head.

“Don’t be stupid.” He looked down and blushed slightly, watching as Jack poked at the tiny fire they had going. There was no heat in the old building so the fire was all they had. It added a nice romantic affect, but sometimes Will worried that Jack’s fascination with the element was a bit too strong. Was the older biker a pyro in his youth? Will watched Jack’s clumsy motions and his sloppy smirk and knew that his lover was rather shitfaced. If ever there was a time to make his move it was probably now. A sober Jack would be harder to convince.

“Forget the fire, Jack, it’s fine. Come sit by me… please?” The loud clang caused by the unceremonious dropping of the poker echoed off the hollow walls making the rats scurry and Will jump a little. Jack quite literally flopped down on the bed beside the youth, spreading out and giving Will a kiss on the cheek.

“W’at’s the matter, luv? Are you cold again? I can lay next to you to keep you warm. I’m exuding heat, ‘tis the rum ya know. Makes ya hot as hellfire,” Jack looked back at the fire, “Speaking of fire…” he made to get up, but Will’s voice stopped him.

“A-actually… I… I was kind of… sort of… I…” he huffed in frustration. “Ikindawantedtoknowifyou’dmakelovetome,” he mumbled hurriedly, not looking up from the blanket. Jack looked at him slack-jawed, with half-lidded eyes.

“What was that? You have to take it easy on me, precious. I’m a touch intoxicated.” Will blushed even more. He wasn’t sure he could bring himself to say it again so he took Jack’s hand and sucked on the biker’s index finer, slowly swirling his tongue around it and looking Jack in the eye. The desired effect was achieved. He had Jack’s attention. “Oh… are you sure?” Jack asked, raising an eyebrow in suspicion. “You were almost raped, and aren’t you sore?” Will chuckled slightly.

“Yeah… I was almost raped and I am sore… but… but I want you. I want you to remind me that touch can be good… pleasurable… really, really pleasurable.” He couldn’t help the slight flush that covered his face and the heat that pooled in his groin. In truth, Will had been longing for his lover’s touch since they had been reunited, but he was simply too tired and too sore. However, he had had some time to rest and if Jack was gentle then they could easily express their love physically.

“Well, you’d have to go easy on me… I am still sore. I just don’t want his hands to be the last thing I remember. Besides, I feel safe with you. You’ve been so good to me since that night in the hotel room.”

Jack had been pounding down the rum since Will opened his mouth. He had to admit that just the sound of Will’s voice made him hard, but should he really be doing this? Where was his sister’s voice when he needed it most?

“I want to, precious… but I don’t want to hurt you.” Will smiled softly and took Jack’s hand and kissed it before guiding the older man’s hand under the covers and his sweatpants. Jack gasped as he felt the heat between his lover’s legs and the silky flesh hardening right under his fingertips. Jack didn’t require anymore encouragement. He wanted Will, but more importantly, Will wanted him.

“Just go easy on me,” Will whispered as he pulled the older man down on top of him. Their lips met in a shy kiss that bloomed into a passionate expression of lust and love. Jack massaged Will’s tongue with own as he ran his thumb over the head of his lover’s erection, using Will’s own pre-cum to lubricate his hand. Will moaned into the older man’s mouth as he felt a finger at his entrance, making slow circles around it.

“Do you want me?” Jack panted into Will’s mouth.

“Yes, yes I want you inside me,” Will breathed, wrapping his legs around Jack’s waist and pressing their erections together. Jack kissed his way down his young lover’s jaw line to the supple neck below it. He gently helped Will out of his sweater and then removed his own shirt. Will licked his lips at the sight of Jack’s exposed bronzed chest. The teen ran his fingers over the wiry body, teasing the biker’s nipples and smirking impishly at the tiny gasps he received. Jack took Will’s wandering hand into his own and kissed each fingertip.

“Little imp,” he purred, reaching for the lube and condom he always kept on him. He swiveled his hips, grinding their groins together and sending shivers of pleasure through both their bodies. Will leaned up and sucked on Jack’s neck as the biker prepared him gently, practically making the teen cum with only his fingers. Jack watched as his lover’s sweat-slicked chest heaved up and down and he watched the lust cloud Will’s eyes. “You’re so beautiful, baby.”

Will responded by pushing down Jack’s leather pants, exposing the biker’s swollen member. Will bit his lip at the sight, moaning in anticipation of having his body filled with his lover’s huge, warm cock.

“Do you want me, William?” Jack asked, licking at the teen’s quivering lips. “Do you want me to fuck you?” He leaned in for a searing kiss, pressing his sex against Will’s opening. Will mewled in ecstasy, twisting his fingers into Jack’s dreads.

“No… make love to me, slowly and deeply,” Will whispered, licking the sweat off Jack’s neck. “Please, Jack. I need this.”

Jack felt his eyes burning at the emotion he saw beaming in his young lover’s eyes. There was no way he could deny the request even if he had wanted to… and lord knows he didn’t want to refuse. Too choked up to speak, he simply nodded and continued to prepare the youth beneath him.

Will slipped the condom onto Jack’s turgid sex and helped the older man apply the lube. Jack positioned himself and began to push in slowly. Will flinched ever-so-slightly at the intrusion. It had been at least a week since they'd had sex so he wasn’t as loose. The discomfort melted away quickly enough though, and soon Jack was thrusting into the young, hot body slowly and gently, just as Will had asked.

“Don’t stop. Please, don’t stop,” Will panted as Jack continued the torturously slow pace. Will could feel every inch of his lover filling him and he had never felt more secure. Using his legs, he helped to bury Jack deeper inside himself. It was exactly what both of them needed. A reassurance that the other was still there, that they were still safe.

“I don’t know how much longer I can do this,” Jack moaned, gradually losing his control. He was so close to cumming that he was inadvertently speeding up his thrusting. Will just continued his noises of pleasure, not telling the biker to go faster or slower. Jack took his cue and let his instincts take over. He thrust faster as his climax approached, stroking Will as he pistoned into him. They cried out into each other’s mouths as they came almost simultaneously, their faces crinkled up and their mouths open in silent screams of pleasure.

Jack held himself up on his elbows to keep his bodyweight off of his lover’s injured form. They rode out their orgasms through soft kisses and touches. Jack played with the silky curls he loved so much and Will ran his fingers down the side of his lover’s scruffy face. He smiled fondly at the older man. He was so lucky to have met Jack. Leaning in for another kiss Will helped to guide Jack so that they were lying on their sides. Jack ran his hand down the teen’s side and stroked his thigh. Will mewled in happiness at the soft touch.

The warm glow from the fireplace reflected in Will’s eyes, lighting his soft features in such a complimentary way that Jack questioned if the teen was really there before him. Placing soft kisses on the teen’s face he used his lips to make sure what he was seeing was actually real. Will was truly there with him, safe once again. The biker worked his way down Will’s chin and licked at the crook of the teen’s neck, making him squirm. Jack smiled into Will’s flesh, nipping at it playfully. A slight flush colored Will’s cheeks at his lover’s ministrations and made his heart beat as fast as a drum.

“You’re being rather affectionate,” he moaned softly, sucking in his breath as Jack traced his tongue around his nipple.

“It’s been awhile.” was all the response Will received. Jack certainly wasn’t about to admit he was worshipping the teen’s body because he was certain their time was ending. He couldn’t tell Will that he wanted to be able to remember every inch of his body for a future of cold lonely nights when he wouldn’t have Will’s smile to warm him. The events over the past few days had proven to him that Anamaria was right. There was too much danger if they stayed together. He couldn’t keep Will safe. There were too many enemies ready to use the innocent teen against him.

When Jack reached the teen’s navel he circled his tongue around it before he dipped his tongue inside for a quick moment, smirking at the tiny squeal the action caused. Jack spread Will’s legs gently and positioned himself between them. Will was already semi-hard again, the virility of youth. The fire popped and crackled in the background mixing in with Will’s soft noises of pleasure and heavy breathing. It was a moment Jack never wanted to end.

“Think you can handle some more?” Jack asked in a cocky voice, laughing as he felt the teen’s hands almost forcing him down. “I guess so.” Jack seized Will’s cock in his hand and squeezed ever-so-gently, making Will arch up as best he could. Jack leaned down and flicked out his tongue to tease the head, making small half-moans and squeals come out of his younger lover. He kissed the head before blowing slightly and then kissing his way down the shaft slowly and sloppily. Will’s thighs shook and his fingers twisted into the covers.

“Oh gods, Jack… mmmm…” A smiled crept across the elder man’s face as he watched Will come so undone, but he was having too much fun to just suck him off now. Running his fingers up and down Will’s shaft he was completely aware of how much he was teasing the teen. “Oh god, oh god…” Will moaned, biting his fist and bucking his hips, begging for more friction. Finally Jack took pity on the lad and swallowed the quivering member, humming as he did. Will threw his head back and groaned loudly running his hands through his hair.

Jack bobbed his head and stroked Will’s cock, alternating between slow and quick. Will continued to cry out in pleasure, running his hands down his body and stroking his own sack as Jack continued to suck him off. He licked his lips and looked down at Jack, wanting to tell him how much he meant to him, but the words just wouldn’t come out. He could barely speak, even if he knew for sure what he wanted to say.

A final squeeze of Will’s shaft and the youth came violently in his lover’s mouth. Jack milked his young lover dry, kissing Will’s thighs as he made his way back up the teen’s body until he finally reached the swollen lips he so adored. Will pulled him in for a passionate kiss, sucking on the biker’s lower lip and grabbing at his cock. Jack moaned at the feeling of Will’s soft pampered hands around his shaft. Will ran a lone fingertip up the big vein underneath, watching as Jack’s eyes rolled back into his skull. Laughing at his lover’s response, Will continued to fuck Jack’s mouth with his tongue as he jerked him off.

“For once… I’ve got… you… helpless…” Will panted into Jack’s mouth as he increased his pace. Jack came just as hard, his orgasmic cry swallowed by Will as they continued to kiss. Will wiped his hand absentmindedly and then ran his hands up and down Jack’s back, pulling the older man closer to him.

They wrapped their arms around each other, lying as close to each other as possible in the small, poorly lit room. Their sweat-soaked limbs intertwined and the smell of sex was thick in the air as they continued to kiss. Eventually the kisses became less passionate and they became more loving. Soon they were lying there staring into each other’s eyes.

“So beautiful,” Jack whispered, running his finger over Will’s lips. The teen took Jack’s hand kissed it, smiling back. Will played with the jewels in Jack’s hair, admiring their beauty and diversity.

“These are so... unique, just like you.” Will said softly, not really thinking about his words. Jack laughed and reached up, taking the beads that Will had been admiring out of his hair. “What are you doing?” Will asked, somewhat surprised. Jack only smiled and took a strand of Will’s silky hair, braiding in the colorful trinkets ever so carefully. For some reason Will felt himself turning red and wanting to cry all at once. He couldn’t believe Jack was actually giving him the jewels out of his own hair. When Jack was done he leaned back and observed his handiwork with pride. He leaned down and kissed Will softly.

“Something to remember me by,” he purred, stroking back some stray hair. “They look great on you.” Will smiled the smile that melted Jack’s heart and pulled the biker even closer.

“You make it sound like I’m not going to see you again,” Will said jokingly, cuddling up even closer to the older man. Jack laughed but it was hollow. He held onto Will tightly, closing his eyes and burying his face in the teen’s neck.

‘Give him one more night, Jack…’ Maggie’s voice said to him. ‘You can tell him tomorrow.’ Jack mentally nodded and closed his eyes.

“Go to sleep, precious. Tomorrow’s a long day.” He placed a final kiss to Will’s lips and watched as his eyes fluttered shut. Soon enough Jack followed the young man into the world of dreams where there were no dangers pulling them apart and they could be together for as long as they wished.

Tbc…


(1) That be what I’m drinking right now and it’s about half gone and I’m rather gone and ready for some pirate fucking so let’s get it on, baby! Woooooooooo-hooooooooo!

Right, so I was going to have this chapter be longer than it is because I wanted to cover more ground, but there’s enough for one chapter and you guys have already had to wait so long… so I thought I’d put it out. The action picks back up in the next chapter so I apologize if this is mega boring.