Turning A Blind Eye

Mr Cotton and I were left in charge of the Black Pearl while Jack and the rest of the crew enjoyed shore leave. We’re a perfect team, Mr Cotton and I, I can’t see and he can’t speak. Bloody perfect. Somehow, however, we managed to secure the ship and keep unwanted vagabonds away. I never go ashore nowadays, the last time was before I was blinded. I don’t think I’d remember how to walk on solid ground. You see I can’t go out there. To me that’s the great unknown. Out there I’d be lost, confused and useless. Here - on the Black Pearl - I know every squeaking deck plank and line. I can’t get lost here. I know my way; the Black Pearl would never hurt me. She protects... oh damn, now I’m talking like Jack! To him the Pearl is a living breathing woman-ship...not a heap of wood and twine.

Jack was a long time at Tortuga and I began to wonder if he’d forgotten about our dinner together. He’d never missed a night, and I couldn’t bear the thought of dining without him. Some small part of me feared that Jack was at the local inn, the Faithful Wife, bedding one of their whores. If he returned to the ship smelling of cheap perfume I’ll.... I’ll... heck; I didn’t know what I’ll do.

When dusk fell there was no sign of Jack, so I retired to my cabin to eat alone. The cook would have prepared cold foods for me allowing him to enjoy the night out at Tortuga, but when I arrived at my cabin I could smell smoked ham fresfresh bread.

“Yer not thinking of dining alone are ye, Luv?” The soft voice with the slightly common accent spoke directly into my ear, making my whole body shiver.

“Jack!” I cried, turning quickly and finding myself enfolded into strong arms. He still wore his coat and hat, which I quickly knocked off in my enthusiasm. “I didn’t... I thought...”

“Ye thought I nay be ‘ere, didn’t ya luv,” he whispered into my ear, pushing my hair back. I’ve taken the habit of wearing a bandana to keep my hair from my face, looking like Jack I guess, but tonight it’s free and the long dark strands fall over my forehead. “Thought I’d find any lass purer than my Will?”

Before I could say a word in reply, Jack’s mouth covered mine. He tasted hot like spice, Rum mixed with Jack’s spit - a fine combination. I groaned, and held on tighter, as Jack’s hands slid down my side to gasp my hips. This was the first time, ever since I had run away, that he’d touched me so. His hands were tightening, running around to my ass, grabbing a cheek each and hauling me to his body. I yelped as his hard manhood brushed against mine through breeches and coat. I wasn’t sure how to react, I had this desire to lift my legs and wrap them around his waist... It was so embarrassing in a way. There I was a 20-year-old man, totally unsure how to react to this person kissing me. Even if it had been a woman - I still would have hesitated. I just wasn’t forward enough. Even when I was a Blacksmith I didn’t shout out - “Hey! This is my work!” - When people complimented Master Brown on a fine sword or knife. Hell, I couldn’t even call Elizabeth by her first name and I’d known her since I was 11.

Jack must have felt my hesitation, because he broke the kiss and gently stood away from me. “Better eat up, lad...” I felt as though he would say more - maybe that he’d eat me! I almost wished he had.

We ate the cold meat and bread in silence, washing it down with a glass of rum. The atmosphere this night wasn’t like any other. It was tense with confusion on my part, and I believe passion on his. I kept asking myself as I swallowed the food automatically, if I really wanted this? If I wanted a man to lay his hands on me? To become a sodomite? I knew that some people tarred pirates with that name, whether it be true or not. But did I want to make it true, though, to break the rules and have carnal knowledge of another man. To have sex with Jack.

“I’d better be off then...” Jack spoke suddenly, breaking me out of my inner most thoughts. Had my face shown what I was thinking, I wondered. He usually stayed for a last drink before kissing me goodnight. I had to make a choice. And on the spur of the moment, not wishing Jack to go, I did.

“Stay.”

“Wh-what?” I heard Jack stand, and suddenly his chair crashed to the floor. He muttered something under his breath and I could hear him straighten the furniture. “Y-yer want me to stay?”

“Yes, I want you to stay, here with me,” I replied, my voice sounded firm, though my heart was thumping in my chest.

“Truth, Will?”

“Truth, Jack.” I carefully stood, and walked over to Jack. The light from the oil lamps wasn’t very good, but I could still make out his large shape. I reached out, trying not to poke him, and managed to rest my palm against his rough cheek. For a second, I wondered if he still wore as much kohl to keep the sun from reflecting into his eyes. Such dark hazel eyes darkened by kohl, even when I could see I remember them to be piercing and attention grabbing.

“Yer have to sure, Will. If I stay, I don’t think I could stop,” Jack says, an edge of fear to his voice. I think that was my deciding moment.

“Touch me, Jack. Hold me. Make me come alive again.” I didn’t allow him to answer. I crushed our lips together and kissed with all the passion I could muster. I pushed my tongue deep inside his mouth, searching as he once did mine, finding each individual taste there. Jack groaned, so deep in his chest that it vibrated through my body. Then hands were on my hips dragging me towards him, moulding our lower regions together. I gasped breaking contact as my erection rested against his. A moment of air and Jack’s mouth returned to mine. Such kisses this pirate could give. I bet he could have raided a ship just on the threat of these kisses. His hands bunched into my silken shirt, making me tremble as the sensation of hands over silk overwhelmed me. Such hands - lover’s hands.

“You can touch me, precious,” Jack panted into my mouth.

We kissed again, and I brought my hands up to his shoulders, resting them there until I let them slide down his sides. I could feel the rough coat, which Jack quickly disposed off, and then I was touching an old linen shirt and beneath that - Jack’s skin. I rubbed my hands all over his back and sides, as he did to me, feeling the strong torso, the ribs that stood out on his chest, the nodes of his spine. It was all really guesswork on my part. Never done *it* before with either man or woman. I’d loved only one woman, Elizabeth, who seemed to have abandoned me with my blindness.d nod now I loved only one man - a very strange and unusual man, a pirate to boot, who had had slightly too much sun and Rum to be completely sane. A man set apart from Elizabeth, because as her features faded in my mind - Jack’s never could. I remember him as clear as day. His face, his eyes, his strange twin braided beard, his long tangled hair, everything - while I couldn’t even remember the colour of Elizabeth’s eyes. Oh and his voice - it was like the finest wine. Smooth and seductive, rough and strong when need be, infuriating when Jack talked in riddles, and endearing when he made me laugh.

I groaned, my hips thrusting once against his body unintentionally. Jack broke the kiss, touching his fingers to my face. He didn’t speak, I think he was just looking at me.

“I’ve never...I don’t,” I gasped as a fire started in my belly and spread to every nerve ending. Hot burning passion for the first time was searing its way all over my body and wanted Jack to do anything to make me burn.

I yelped as a hot tongue travelled the length of my throat, the touch of his whiskers from moustache and beard sending shock waves over my skin. His tongue lapped at my ear, then rounded my face to my chin. He licked my hairless chin and found his way back to my mouth. I could taste my sweat as he shoved his tongue down my throat, only to break away before I could kiss him back. “Trust yerself,” he whispered into my bruised lips. His tongue started moving again, lapping my nose, and then licking long stripes over my wounded eyes. That broke it. I cried out, my hips thrusting against his in a rhythm I had never known. Jack was touching me in a place that I never dreamed anyone would touch me again. Scarred and disfigured - and Jack was worshipping my eyes with his tongue
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Suddenly, his wide hands were stilling my hips, leaving me panting against him. I really wanted something more...yet, wasn’t sure how to get it. On my own - my hand would have served, but this was different. I wanted it to be Jack. I ran my hands up to Jack’s shoulders again, and touched the hollow of his throat. His skin was so hot!

“Take your shirt off,” I whispered huskily. Jack shuddered at my rough voice, and he quickly stood back and struggled out of the old shirt, until I finally heard a thud on the floor. “Now mine.”

“Ahhh,” Jack groaned, his hands trying to be gentle, but almost ripping the silk from my body. And THEN there was contact. Hot skin against hot skin. Dark against pale. I would have loved to see what my pale flesh looked like against Jack’s sun darkened skin. Or was mine like his, now? I had no idea, but I didn’t care, I was lost in just touching him. He brought our bodies together again, chest against chest, and I felt as though I couldn’t breath. He was so hot, so smooth, hairless and hard against me. He smelled so good too - another bath for me?

What did Jack see in me? A boy who must be 10 years younger than him, a virgin as well, hairless chest, little weight, pale skin, scarred eyes and face...

“Beautiful,” Jack sighed.

Within a second, I’d been manoeuvred into the wall and crushed against it by his body. His lips found mine again, our tongues battled for supremacy.

“Want you,” Jack growled, as his fingers skimmed over my front down to the fastenings of my breeches.

I was totally beyond talking, and just starting to fight with Jack in the race to strip each other of the res our our clothing. I wanted him. Now.

“Bed,” I managed to gasp out between kisses, as our boots were thrown aside.

Jack chucklgrabgrabbed my hand and dragged me over to the low bunk. Then we were touching again. I was falling backwards into the soft sheets, Jack‘s body following mine, coming to rest with his on top and every limb touching. I cried out with desire as we made contact. Chest with chest. Hips with hips. Legs with legs. And oh please more! Cock with cock. I had no idea what I was doing, but I wriggled desperately against Jack, anything to get more touching, more friction. I was burning where he touched me, burning inside too. His hands clutched at my shoulders holding me still and then...

“Holy mother of god!!” I screamed.

Jack started to rock his hips into mine, blissful contact of cock against cock, the pressure of his weight on my belly, and his heat!

“Mine, Will!” Jack growled into my ear, as he kissed and lapped at my throat. I couldn’t kiss him at that moment. I couldn’t do anything but gasp, pant and cry in bliss as he thrust against me.

“More! Oh Jack, more!” Suddenly, I wanted something else. This contact just wasn’t enough. It wasn’t deep enough. We weren’t connected.

“Can I be in yer, Will?” Jack panted into my ear, his body rocking above me.

Totally puzzled about what he meant, I did the only thing that came to mind. I bit him and screamed “Yes!!” into his bloodied throat.

Jack was frantic, lifting his body from mine, which I certainly didn’t want him to. I tried to hold on to him, drag his hips back into the cradle of mine, missing his weight on my raging length. “NO!” I cried.

“Comin’ luv,” he replied, his hands reaching for something, and then a strong smell of lavender oil filled the room. I was totally bewildered, still fighting against him, trying to force him to crush me into the bed. I just wanted his weight, his body on mine. I moaned in frustration as Jack lifted himself fully off my length, and attempted to urge me over. I didn’t move, so he lifted me, flopping me onto my front, and then into bliss as he covered my back with his chest. His hot skin was one again with mine. I grunted and shifted my legs, bringing myself up onto knees and elbows, trying to get ever closer to Jack.

“That’s it, precious,” Jack purred into my ear.

I let out a deafening scream as suddenly two slick fingers were pushed into my ass. I yelled as the pain flashed through my body, but it did nothing to stop the raging desire and need in my belly and balls. Jack was positioning himself between my legs, and I spread my knees wide - anything - just get closer. His two hot fingers, that felt like they were splitting me in two, started to thrust into my body. It burned, hurt and I yelled for Jack to do it even more. Then just as quickly as they arrived, his fingers were gone, and I was yelling again.

“God, I love a screamer!” Jack bellowed, and with an almighty thrust, his cock was buried deep inside my body.

I screamed with pain and joy. Jack was inside me - it bloody hurt - but at the same time filled me until I felt full of him and all of his desire for me.

“No time,” he panted into my ear, his body trembling as he kept still, his cock deep within my clenching passage, “to prepare. Need you.”

I didn’t know what he meant, and I tried to say, but only a loud groan escaped my lips. Pain flared in my ass, but was quickly vanishing with the desperate need for friction and touch in my burning cock. I needed to come. I had to come or I felt my head would explode. Then to make that need even worse; Jack wrapped one arm around my waist, took my cock in his other hand, and started to move. With small thrusts of his hips, he was sliding on thick lavender oil in and out of my arse. Well, I just answered all that with an ear-piercing scream and came all over Jack’s hand. Jack let go of my cock, grabbed my hips and thrust hard into me repeatedly. My head dropped forward onto my arms, and Jack moved even deeper inside me. I cried out as my manhood burned to life again, as Jack pounded against some spot inside me that I swear made me *see* stars.

“Mine!” Jack yelled, his voice harsh from panting, as he spilled his seed deep inside me. Seconds later, my ass contracted around his pulsing cock, and I orgasmed again to my shock and joy.

At last, unable to support both Jack’s weight, and mine I collapsed onto the bed, Jack still pressed flush against my back. I sighed with the bliss that pulsed through my body from two mind-blowing orgasms, and the feel of Jack still intimately connected to me. His weight pressed me into the bedding, but I never wanted him to move. He completed me. Filled me. Made me whole. Brought me to life.

“Hmmm,” I moaned, sleep muffling my voiclovelove you, Jack.”

~*~*~*~

The next morning I awoke to the feeling of Jack’s weight along my back, and his breath blowing into my ear. He’d parted from my body some time during the night, and I missed that connection to him. I lay there for what must have been hours listening to Jack’s heavy breathing, feeling his weight, his heat against me, and nothing felt more perfect than it was with him there. It was then I knew I would never again try to take my own life. Never would I leave Jack. The Black Pearl was my home, Jack my life, and everything was...perfection.

“Hmmm,” Jack grumbled in his sleep, hands tightening around my waist. His twin braided beard brushed against my back and I giggled like a schoolgirl. “Sleepin’, ” my lover moaned, holding me tighter.

Above us, on the wheel deck, Mr Gibbs was starting to shout orders, and I knew we’d be setting off soon. “Jack, we’re casting off,” I told him, trying to twist around in his embrace.

“Stay ere’,” Jack mumbled, but allowed me to turn and face him before holding me tighter.

“Stay here forever,” I whispered - more to myself than to him. One of Jack’s eyes opened, because I felt a brush of lashes against my face. I shuddered, never had I been this close to anyone before, nor did I want to if it wasn’t Jack.

“Mornin’,” he said after a long pause, before pressing his lips to mine. We kissed softly, as Jack slowly became more awake. “I shobe mbe mannin’ the wheel,” Jack told me after we finally parted, “but for once I think they can do without me.”

Jack’s lips at once found mine and we were kissing again, his hands rubbing over my body. I shivered, my morning erection hardening with his touch, to Jack’s laugh of delight, I lifted my leg and hooked it over his hips. Soon more lavender oil was spread between us, and I was filled once again. Whole. With Jack.

~*~*~*~

That was nearly seven years ago, and I’ve remained on the Black Pearl ever since. This is my home with Jack and her crew. I am no longer William T Turner, he‘s dead, and I’m just Will. To some people I’m Jack’s whore, or even Will Sparrow, but I don’t really care what they call me. I’m home and I never want it to change. Aye, I’m a pirate and I live a pirate’s life. I’ve even a scar upon my wrist. A ‘P’ burned into my flesh by some English captain. Jack saved me, and I think he’s proud of my scar bee noe now I’m like him.

Six years ago, Jack returned to Port Royal. He wanted to steal some of my swords from Mr Brown. Poor drunken idiot had died and his shop stood empty, my swords still hanging on their rail. I never stepped foot in the town, but Jack told me that it hadn’t fared well over the last couple of years. He had heard news of Elizabeth, that she had married Comre Nre Norrington, and in a cemetery overlooking the sea, she had given me a tombstone. I was saddened that she never believed I could live with my blindness, that I had died in the passing years. Though as I looked back on my life with Jack, I knew that the Will Turner she knew had died. I was now truly my father’s son, and I was good at what I did.

“Will! Stop bloody daydreamin’ and bring her closer!” Jack’s voice breaks into my memories, and I remember where I am. Standing at the Pearl’s wheel, as the crew readies to board the disabled merchant vessel. I turn the wheel slowly, edging us nearer, and then Jack gives an almighty war cry and the crew swing, climb and jump onto the other vessel. I hear the sounds of shouting, gun shots, and Jack’s voice ordering them to take only what was good enough to sell. Leave the women. Plenty of those waiting for you at Tortuga. One of the crew laughs asking if Jack is paying. He howls and replies he would since he had no need of them. My cheeks burn with a blush because all of the crew knows I’m the one who keeps Jack’s bed warm.

AnaMaria takes over the wheel and I know we’re about to cast off. Jack always likes to share what he’s found with me. I make my way towards the bow, following the sound of Jack laughing with his crew. Then out of the blue there is a voice - female -known.

“Will?”

The End.

Note: When I wrote this, I did write a different ending, but the story screamed to be left hanging. Yep, I'm going to write a sequel. I will try and make it soon. Taarauara