The Price of Rum

Title: The Price of Rum (3/?)

Author: Lydia NightShade

Pairing: Jack Sparrow/Will Turner

Rating: R to NC-17 (just to be safe not sure how graphic I’ll get)

Warnings: AU-ish rape/non-con issues and violence because I’m sick and sadistic and went to Catholic school my whole life ^_^ And of course Slashy goodness in other words these pirates like tolic lic in a gay gay way!

Archive: couple places.

Disclaimer: I so don’t own any of this, I wish believe me, but no it’s all crap.

Feedback: GIMME! GIMME!! GIMMIE!!!

Beta: My sister. I guess family doesn’t suck so bad after all. HOT DIGGETY DAMN!

This chapter is dedicated to her. ^_^ hehehe my older….shorter sister! *muwah!

Author’s Notes: God I hate the heat! Lucky me! I have the house to myself! So I can write in the kitchen instead the basement, which causes my spine to twist! Arg! Lol I’m blasting Queen and no one’s here to yell at me! MUWAHAHAHAHAAAA!! (Can’t listen to bohemian rhapsody w/o thinking of Nonie after that story) Okay still no rape but violence! I will be stealing a scene right out of the trailor for this chapter because ya just can’t make it creepier. Oh and in this story Barbossa’s not a cursed zombie pirate…..cause that just doesn’t work for me. ^_^

A/N 2: Speech “blah”; thoughts ‘blah’; passage of time/scene change~*~*~*~*~


Just as promised, first thing in the morning Jack left his slumbering lover and went down to the Innkeeper and demanded he either fix the bed or give him his money back. Fearing for his life, the Innkeeper not only refunded Jack’s money but he also offered to pay for all their expenses for the duration of their stay. Satisfied, Jack returned to the room to serve Will breakfast in bed….well breakfast in mattress anyway.

“Morning love,” he said placing the tray on the mattress to the left of Will’s legs. The boy cracked open his eyes at the smell of sausages, eggs, orange juice and toast. Smiling, he sat up carefully so as not ip tip the tray. He took thate ate offered to him by Jack and began eating.


He paused to laugh to himself and shook his head. “I should let you lock me up in a room all the time such royal treatment….and I didn’t even have to scrub for it.” He smiled triumphantly and continued to munch down his food.

Jack paused in his eating to give Will a lecherous smileh yoh you’ll make it up to me later. You still owe me for my bruised nose,” he smirked.

“Don’t you mean ego?”

“What?”

“Oh the mighty Captain Jack Sparrow got a busted nose from his DAINTY first mate!” Will snickererowirowing the old insult back in Jack’s face. Jack began to blush slightly and he gave Will the nastiest look he could muster while having his lover laugh at him.

“Sod off you little twerp,” he muttered while taking a bite of egg. Will almost choked on his food at the comment knowing he’d gotten to his lover if that was the best he could come up with. He caught Jack’s eye and blew him a kiss.

“Little bugger,” Jack grumbled but Will knew he appreciated it more than he let on.

“I love you too,” he smiled and finished off the remains of his breakfast.

“I’ve got to get going if I’m going to get everything done at any descent hour. “Are you going to be okay here all day alone?” he asked letting his insecurities about leaving Will alone show.

“I’ll be fine don’t worry and, yes, I’ll stay here all day. I won’t sneak out and try to find you so don’t even warn me about that,” he said as if reading Jack’s mind. Jack cocked his head to the side and had to smile. ‘Damn, he’s good.’

“Well, as long as we understand each other,” he said in a sarcastic voice before reaching behind him for the surprise he had for Will. He turned around holding a small bag in his lap and looked up at Will. “Since you’re being such a good boy betwixt threatening the Innkeeper and bringing you breakfast, I stopped by a little shop and picked you up a surprise.”

Will looked wide-eyed and was smiling like a little boy on his birthday. “Are you serious? What is it?” he asked, slightly bouncing on the bed trying to reach for the bag. “I love it when you get me gifts!”

Jack gladly gave him the bag and watched Will open it. If possible his eyes got even brighter when he whatwhat was inside.

“You got me books!” He exclaimed, smiling like this was the best day of his life.

“Well, I know you love to read and I noticed that you had read all the ones you brought with you a long time ago but there was nothing I could do about it until now.” He shrugged. “I hope you like them. I just picked the ones with interesting pictures in the front since I can’t read the titles.” Spending his entire existence on the high seas fighting for his life half that time hadn’t afforded Jack much time to learn to read. ‘He looks so happy.’ He smiled to himself. He loved to see Will smile.

“This is so sweet I don’t know what to say. I’m sure I’ll love them whatever they’re about because they’ll make me think of you. It’s true what they say: thieves give the best gifts!” ‘Oh god that was so trite,’ Will thought but it was soon forgotten as he began flipping through the pages of one of his books. ‘Oh! A love story….maybe some healthy smut to ease my mind until he gets back.’

“Well it’s not like we have a price limit,” Jack laughed at his lover’s obvious enthusiasm over his gift. ‘He’s so precious….since when do I say precious?’ He shrugged it off and waited for Will to acknowledge his presence again.

“Hmm? Oh! I love you,” he said looking genuinely grateful. ‘I didn’t even think he noticed that I like to read, let alone that I finished all my books.’ Jack leaned in and gave Will a deep tender kiss.

“Then my work is done,” he smirked before he arose from the mattress. He bent down to give Will one more kiss before moving to the door.

“Leaving so soon?” Will asked, his sadness plain to see and maybe just a little fear underneath it all. Jack’s heart constricted at the look. ‘Funny, in so many ways he’s still just a boy.’ A carnal thought passed Jack’s mind and he smirked. ‘However, in many ways he’s very much a man.’

“The sooner I leave the sooner I can come back and make your eyes roll back into you skull again,” he cooed.

Will straightened at that thought and looked as if he were debating before a naughty grin spread over his face. “How about a quickie before you go?” he said in a mischievous little voice.

“There’s that minx again, but no. With you love I like to take my time to savor and treasure all that is you.” He blew Will a kiss and then smiled as he saw the blush creep upon his lover’s face.

“Fine then, you big softy. Get out of here so you can come back and shag me wild,” he said as if making a very important declaration. Jack only shook his head and walked through the door makiure ure to lock it before he left. He paused only for moment before heading down the hall. ‘He’ll be safe. No one even knows he’s here or who he is…...yes he’ll be safe.’

Will leaned back against the headboard, which was now propped up against the wall. ‘Bloody hell. I miss him already. Unbelievable.’ He picked up one of the books Jack had given him and began to read. It wasn’t so bad. He had read worse. Really. ‘I really need to teach Jack how to read,’ he sighed.

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‘Bloody fantastic! When I’m not cooking or serving as his grunt man, I’m taking over the whore’s job!’ Craig seethed while scrubbing the empty ship’s deck. ‘What the hell is even the bloody point to this task?! He only makes the whore do this so he can pretend he has more of a purpose other than to warm Sparrow’s bed. If he ever gave him REAL work he’d snap! Acts as though he’s above the rest of us. Oh, I’d really like to be able to put that tramp in his place.’ He was scrubbing so hard his knuckles clutching the brush were white. His irate musings soon becoming angry ramblings before he finally started shouting to himself and anyone else in the general vicinity.

“And where is the whore now?! He’s sitting on his tight little arse in the best room of the house doing NOTHING!!! While I’m out in the hot sun on my hands and knees SCRUBBING!” he shouted while he rose to his feet slamming the brush down on the deck. He stood there seething not noticing that he had attracted the attention of most of the dock area. He snapped out of his blind rage just in time to observe the frightened looks of the locals as they all tried to determine his level of danger to them. ‘Oh hell,’ he thought, ‘they already think I’m insane.’ Twitching slightly, he turned to them, threw his hands in the air, and plastered the scariest look he could muster on his face and screamed at them. It worked. Children cried, women screamed, and men decided it was best to avoid him.

“To hell with this!” he said as he stormed off the ship and onto the dock. “Jack can scrub his own deck! I’m not getting the benefits certain OTHER crew members are.” He was about to head towards the tavern for a nice tall pint of ale when a dark figure he hadn’t noticed before who had been listening to his angered ramblings, grabbed his arm and halted his movements. ‘Shite!’

“I was just stretching my legs and…” he turned to face the figure and gasped. “You’re not Jack. What the bloody hell do you want?” He asked tersely yanking his arm free and glaring daggers at the man. “Hands off the merchandise!” He was not in the mood to deal with a beggar or some dirty old drunk that mistook him for a prostitute. He grimaced as the man smiled revealing his rotten teeth that caused him to look even more menacing.

“Forgive me, but I couldn’t help but overhear your….conversation,” the man spoke with an anxious, far off twinkle in his eye. Craig raised his left eyebrow and regarded the man defensively. There was something wrong with this man.

“And?” he asked, not sure if he really wanted the answer.

“Did I hear you mention the name Jack?” The man asked, a little too nicely considering the growing insane twinkle in his eye. Craig started to mentally gauge his chances and possible escape methods if the mad man attacked him. He really didn’t like this man at all but he didn’t want to risk angering him so he continued the conversation.

“Perhaps…” he stated slowly, wanting to know why this lunatic wanted to know about HIS captain. ‘He’s going to cut my throat and rape my corpse. Bloody figs!’ He started to back up slowly, wanting to put as much distance as possible between them without causing the stranger to attack.

“Jack…..SPARROW?” The man asked with barely-restrained venom, twitching a little at the name. His smile was starting to look like it was causing the man great pain and his eyes became wider as he made a pathetic attempt to fain sanity.

Craig swallowed hard and backed up subconsciously. “Um….yes?” he said not sure if he was giving the right answer to appease the old pirate.

The man practically began to drool, the wild look in his eyes seemed to finally be set free by some invisible trigger. He laughed short and harsh. Then his face became a stony mask. “Is he here? In this port?” The complete monotone his voice had become unnerved Craig more than when the man seemed to have been holding on to reality by a thread.

‘Christ, why me? Am I such a bad person? First you send that whore my way, now this psycho...I just wanted a bloody drink!’

“Well….that depends on what you want,” Craig managed to choke out, mercifully keeping the fear out of his voice. ‘Oh fabulous answer that’s not obvious.’

“Oh don’t fear lad. I mean ye no harm. But I couldn’t help but notice we have similar interests. I think we could be of use to each other,” the stranger said, walking up to close the gap and grabbing Craig’s arm again to prevent any escape. Craig tried to pull free but this time the grip was surprisingly strong and he couldn’t.

Refusing to show fear, he looked the mad man in the eye and spoke in a strong voice. “Release me. I find it an insult that you think we have anything in common when you are obviously insane.” ‘Oh yeah…I’m gonna die,’ he thought but instead of striking him dead, the pirate threw his head back and let out a loud guttural laugh.

“Oh you’ve got spirit and whit. Just what I need. I bet you’re sneaky too. Yes, you have to be considering your situation,” he said loosening his grip on Craig’s arm but still holding on.

“And WHAT exactly is that supposed to mean?” he demanded, his struggle for freedom over run by his curiosity.

“You desire your captain. I can see it in your eyes and in the way you speak of him.” Craig was in utter shock. He’d never told anyone that. How had this psychotic old pirate managed to pick up on what Jack had failed to see for five years?

“So what if I do?” he asked defensively. “I fail to see what that has to do with you?” He sneered once again renewing his struggle to get away.

The old captain laughed again and released Craig’s arm only to wrap his arm around his shoulder to lead him away from the ship. He spoke softly and in an amused voice. “So my lad….tell me about this whore…”

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Will lay on the mattress staring at the ceiling his arms out to his sides and his legs spread. ‘I never realized how bloody LONG a day really is!’ He had nothing to do and it was still another four hours before Jack would be back. As for the books, he had finished two, refused to read three because they were just TOO boring no matter how much he tried, and the last two were smutty romances that only made him hot and bothered and he had no Jack to take it out on. He sighed and glanced out the window for the thousandth time that day. It was finally dusk. He thought about leaving numerous times, even came close to it, but as soon as he made it a step into the hallway his guilt forced him back in.

“Oh ARRAGGGTHTHTAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!! I’M SO BORED!!!” He shouted putting his hands over his face and dragging them down. ‘I’m going to go crazy locked up here for three days.’ He sat up and shook his head, causing his curls to fly in his face before he grabbed fistfuls and pulled them until his hair was straight only to let them fly back up into their original curl. Then he flopped back down onto the bed and huffed.

“That’s it! I need to get out of here or I’ll be bald before Jack gets back.” He thought for a moment. “Eureka!” he shouted to the empty room. “I can go down to the tavern and buy Jack a small bottle of rum for when he gets home. He’ll have been working hard all day and he was so nice to me earlier. It’ll be a nice surprise…..and I’ll only be going down to the tavern, it’s not like I’ll be leaving the Inn. What could happen? I’ll be really quick.” Finally justifying the action to the satisfaction of his conscience, he headed out the door and down the hall.

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“Are you sure this is the place the angry lad spoke of?” Barbarossa questioned his men. They had been sitting in the tavern since noon waiting for their target to show. There had been absolutely no sign of him and Barbarossa was getting angry. ‘If he lied, I’ll slit his throat. After I have some fun with him of course.’

“Yes Captain,” replied his first mate.

‘So close,’ he thought to himself, his eyes surveying the crowd once again for his target. Craig had been most helpful in describing what he would only refer to as “the whore”, however he didn’t know what room he was staying in. Jack had refused to tell anyone, a fact that only served to fuel Craig’s jealousy. As if through divine timing, the person he was looking for came bounding down the stares at that exact moment. He walked over the side of the bar closest to the stairs and got the attention of the bartender. He flashed the bartender a heart warming grin as he asked very politely for a bottle of their finest rum, reminding him it was on the Innkeeper’s tab. The bartender smiled back and was about to get the bottle when a large crowd came in demanding service.

“Could you just wait while I serve these guys? I don’t want any trouble,” the bartender asked in an apologetic voic

“Oh no worries. I understand.” Will smiled and took a seat off to the side. He drummed his hands on the counter and hummed quietly to himself as he surveyed the room. He turned his head so he could check if anyone was behind him, exposing his right ear, complete with Jack’s earring, to Barbarossa sitting across the room.

“That earring! It IS him! Finally I’ll get my revenge.” Barbarossa could barely keep his calm with his blood lust rising so high. He slowly got up from his seat and motioned for his men to keep watch and flank from behind. All of this was lost on Will as he lazily watched the bartender, wondering when he would be done. He was starting to get nervous. ‘This is taking a lot longer than I thought.’

Just then a figured sat down next to him. “Buy you a drink poppet?”

Will turned to look at the man with a guarded smile. He didn’t like the vibe he was receiving from him. Not at all. Afraid to anger the man, he smiled politely and shook his head. “No thank you. I’m just getting a bottle to take to my room. Perhaps another time?” With that said, he faced forward again desperately trying to make eye contact with the bartender to give him a ‘please hurry’ look.

“Oh now don’t be so shy poppet. A pretty thing like you should be happy to get free drinks,” Barbarossa said as he grabbed Will’s knee and gave it a harder squeeze than necessary. Will flashed him another nervous smile and swallowed hard. He tried to move his knee over but Barbarossa wouldn’t let go.

“I’m not shy. Really. Just tired. I…I had long day,” he lied, starting to wish he’d never left the room. ‘Maybe I should just leave. Jack wouldn’t have wanted me to leave the room anyway.’ He stood up finally escaping the grip on his knee and headed towards the stares.

“You’re not leaving now are you? You didn’t even get your bottle,” Barbossa asked, grabbing Will’s forearm. “It would be rude to order and then run. Don’t worry I’ll keep you company, poppet,” he said in a mock sweet voice.

Will shuddered ‘That’s what I was afraid of.’ Not having much choice in the matter, Will agreed to stay. When he went to sit in his old seat, Barbarossa used his hold on his arm to swing him around to that Will was now sitting on his right. Surprised, but unhurt Will sat quietly staring down at the counter, praying that the creepy guy would just go away and leave him alone. His prayers were ignored.

“That’s a lovely earring. Very distinct design. Tell me, poppet….where did you get it?” the man asked, his voice dripping with venom. The man reached a hand out to examine it further. Will tried to pull away but the man placed his other hand on the back of his neck preventing him from moving. His heart pounding in his chest, Will closed his eyes in an attempt to collect his nerves as he felt the man toying with his earring. ‘What if this is one of those cutthroats Jack warned me about?’ He was so lost in his panic he forgot to answer the man. A sharp tug and an angered voice in his ear brought him back. “Where?! I asked you a question damn it! Answer me.”

“I…I-I-I-I found it,” Will stammered, looking at the man fearfully from the corner of his eye. The man laughed and released him, turning to face the bar again, laughing hysterically.

“H-h…he..he.FOUNFOUND IT!” the mad man shouted to no one as if it was the strangest thing he’d ever heard. Will tried to leave once again, but Barbarossa grabbed the back of his shirt collar and pulled him back into his seat, staring at him with an amused smile.

“Now now, poppet. Let’s not play games. I know that belongs to a little RAT named Sparrow,” he sneered, his grip getting tighter. Will didn’t know what to do. He just wanted to get a bottle of rum to surprise Jack and now this mad man was going to kill him!

“I don’t know what you’re talking about! I bought this in a shop last week. I swear!”e mae man continued to stare at Will as if he was trying to imagine what his insides looked like until the bartender interrupted them.

“Ahem! Sir? You’re bottle.” Will didn’t turn until Barbarossa released his shirt and seemed to lose all interest in him. He quickly grabbed the bottle, threw the bartender a very grateful look, and flew up the st to to his room. He slammed the door and locked it. Leaning his back against it, he slid down to the floor and started to pant and shake. All the tension and fear he’d been holding in just flooded out of him. “Oh god! Oh god! Oh god! Oh god…” was all he kept repeating. ‘I’m never leaving this room again!’ He swore as the tremors continued.

Two hours later there was a knock at the door. Will glanced up from one of the books he’d deemed too boring an hour ago but after his little incident he had a new found appreciation for. It was about dinnertime and Jack had it arranged that a servant brought all of Will’s meals directly to the room. He wasn’t particularly hungry after all the excitement but he knew they wouldn’t leave until he answered, so he made his way over to the door from his seat on the picture window. He cracked open the door to let the servant know he could take it back. He was just about to speak when the sinister whisper hit his ears.

“Hello, poppet…”

Blind panic consumed Will and he screamed, trying to slam the door but the pirate didn’t come alone and the combined strength of five caused the door to go flying back sending Will to the floor. Slightly stunned he stared up in fear, desperately trying to think of any weapons he had in the room. ‘If only I had my sword. Shit, shit, shit, shit!’

His eyes darted back and forth, searching for any kind of weapon, as the four men approached him. The only thing he could reach was that damn bottle of rum. He grabbed it and smashed it into the temple of the first man that came at him, knocking him unconscious. ‘One down, three to go.’ The bottle was still intact so he swung at the second man. The man ducked but when he stopped to gloat, Will smirked and bashed him right over the head shattering the bottle. ‘Two down, one to go.’

The third man lunged at him, taking him by surprise but he managed to dodge him. As the man smacked into the wall, Will came up behind him and jammed the jagged end of the bottle into man’man’s jugular vein. It exploded and a torrent of hot red blood splattered all over the wall, curtain, window, and Will. The man made a sick gurgling noise before he slid down the wall to die in a pool of his own blood.

Gasping for breath Will’s attention was drawn to the door by an evil chuckle. Barbarossa, the fifth man, was standing in the doorway with a sadistic smile on his face. He’d been watching the entire time with a sick amusement. He knew those werewere pathetic and Will would easily defeat them. However, the blood had excited him and he was ready for the kill.

“Well done, poppet. But enough foolishness it’s time to leave,” he said matter of factly as he approached Will. ‘What do I do? I’ve lost my only weapon and he’s a mad man. Jack why didn’t you leave me a weapon?!’ Panicking and not knowing what to do, Will continued to step back with every step Bararbossa took forward. Not looking where he was going, his feet hit the mattress and he tripped, falling flat on his back. Barbarossa lunged at him straddling his hips and pinning him to bed. Will tried to squirm free but the pirate slammed his fist into his temple causing stars to flash before his eyes and ceasing his struggles long enough for Barbarossa to reach into his jacket pocket to produce a rag soaked in ether. He grabbed a hold of Will’s curls and covered his mouth and nose with the rag. Realizing what was happening, Will renewed his struggles, shaking his head and trying to get free, looking up with pleading eyes brimming with tears of fear. He grabbed Barbarossa’s wrist trying desperately to remove it but the pirate was just too strong.

“Don’t fight it, poppet. Accept the darkness. I promise you when I’m done with you, you’ll long for it.”

Will’s struggles became weaker and weaker as the ether quickly took effect on his already over-taxed system. ‘Jack, I’m so sorry,’ was his last panicked thought before the darkness claimed him and he knew no more.

Tbc….?

Hehehehe I betcha some of you thought I was gonna throw the rape in there didn’t ya?! I’m sorry, it’s not funny but even I was thinking that as I was writing it. My muse is an evil sadistic tease.