The Eyes of the Sea Sequel to Turning a Blind Eye

Completely out of the blue, a whizzing noise passes me and explodes only a few feet away. A cannonball! More Explosions follow, and people are running for cover, crying out as more bombs fly their way. I feel someone push me back; a hard body covers mine. I cry out to start with, but tied hands reach for the rope around my neck and pull it off.

“Looks like the cavalry is here,” Black laughs into my face.

“What?” Cavalry? What in damnation is going on?

We manage to untie our hands and Black pulls me to my feet. The smell of burning and death fills my nose, and fires flicker against my skin, but I’m dragged along not knowing where I’m going. Black has procured a gun from someone, blasting away, while I stick closely to his back. Someone is attacking the fort. I haven’t a clue who is helping us escape or what the hell was happening around us. I can hear people shouting, crying. The sound of guns and pistols but that’s it. I’m so confused, why is Black helping me? What the fuck is going on!?

We keep moving, Black holding me tightly to his back as he fires the pistol. We’re moving fast and I suddenly catch the whiff of sea air. We’re heading out to a ship! Is Jack here? I wish I could see something more than flashes of light and clouds of smoke. Then I remember. I remember Elizabeth’s son. That amazing little boy who is so much like Elizabeth when she was younger. I stop dead.

“We have to go back,” I shout into Black’s ear.

“No way,” he yells back, “I’ve been paid to get you out, and that’s all!”

Paid? Black pulls me along, until we’re splashing through water and then...

“Will!” I stop dead. It’s a voice I never dreamed I would here again. “Will!”

I turn, twisting around, trying vainly to find the owner of that voice. I wish I could see him. “Jack, oh Jack!” I sob, finally breaking down.

Before I know what’s happening strong arms are holding me. A firm chest is pressed against my face and I couldn’t be happier. I’m crying, sobbing his name as Jack holds me tight.

“Jack, Jack, I never thought I’d see you again!” My fingers dig into his clothing, my hands pressing him so close to me, crushing us body to body, and it still isn’t enough.

“Couldn’t be without yer, my precious Will,” Jack cries as he mashes our mouths together in a passionate kiss.

The whole world could go up in flames at this moment and I wouldn’t care. I have Jack back in my arms again. I’m home.

“I love you,” I moan again as our lips part. Jack groans loudly, and fills my mouth once again with his desperate tongue. His hands are all over me, touching, holding, and testing every inch of my body. He’s looking for injuries and he sighs in relief as he finds none. The only injury I have is the one of an aching heart, but that’s now healed with Jack back in my arms. Nothing more matters than this.

“Bloody hell, as much as I’d like to watch the show couldn’t we do it somewhere else?”

With Black’s words we realise just what were doing. Kissing, touching each other, and if he hadn’t spoken I’m sure Jack would have taken me on this very beach. We break away, Jack holding my arm close as he snarls at Black.

“Watch yer mouth runt.” His soft fingers touch my face, and I’m once again drawn out to sea. “Come on, luv, we’re goin’ home.”

“No,” I cry, remembering again what I have to do before we leave.

“What?” The sound of hurt in Jack’s voice is unmistakable.

“I have to go back to the Governor’s house. Please, there’s something there that’s very important.”

“We don’t need treasure, Will!” Jack snarls, pulling me towards him.

“There’s more to treasure than silver and gold,” I answer back. That makes Jack stop.

Then he grabs my hand, and once again I’m being dragged along, this time not towards the sea but back to the besieged town. Jack moves quicker than Black having the advantage of visiting here before, and we easily make our way through cannonballs and streets to the front gates of the Governor’s villa. People are screaming, running all around me, and I’m afraid of the crowd and not being able to see a damn thing, but Jack is at my side and with him I need not fear anything.

Jack leads me into the Villa and I start to shout, “Will! Will!” I know Jack doesn’t understand what is happening, but he trusts me and starts to call the name too.

“Hello, little bitch pirate,” a voice snarls from behind me.

I yelp and turn around, trying to face the man I despise. “Norrington! You killed Elizabeth!” I scream, wondering if I could manage to get my hands around his neck before he shoots me. I look around, desperately trying to see the outline of Jack, but it’s too dark and I find nothing.

“Where’s that stupid prat Sparrow, whore?” Norrington snarls at me, coming closer and pressing the barrel of his pistol against my face. A harsh hand grabs my waist, and he drags me forward until I’m chest to chest with the taller man. The barrel of the pistol presses nearer to my mouth and I start to tremble. I could knee him in the balls, but I’m at the wrong angle, and then I don’t know if I’ll be quick enough before he pulls the trigger.

“Open wide, bitch.” The pistol barrel is pressed to my mouth and it knocks against my teeth. Where the hell is Jack? “Open!” Norrington yells, and I quickly open my mouth. The barrel is shoved into my mouth and back against my throat. I choke and grab hold of the Commodore’s arms as he pushes my head back. He’s going to kill me!

“Now!” Jack’s sudden shout startles me, but I automatically shove my knee up - hard - into Norrington’s crotch. He screams, the pistol is ripped from my mouth as he curls around his injured groin. I taste blood as my lip is split. I immediately drop to the ground, and Jack fires. Norrington screams as the bullet shrieks towards him and thuds as it impacts his body. Norrington drops down beside me, a slack hand hitting my back. I quickly scurry away and find myself back in Jack’s arms.

“Oh Jack, Jack!” I sob, my courage leaving me. I cry now for Norrington and Elizabeth, and for me. If Jack hadn’t been there, if I didn’t know him well enough to understand what his one word order meant, I would have been dead with a shot through the back of my head. I cling to my lover and I don’t think I’ll be able to let go of him for a long time.

“Jack, he killed Elizabeth,” I cry. My hands digging into his shoulders as he holds me tight. He rocks me gently, soothingly.

“Will, I can’t be sorry - she took yer from me,” his soft words brush against my ear as he kisses the soft flesh. He rubs his face into my hair and squeezes me tighter. We collapse to the floor, arms locked around each other.

“She was so sad, Jack. She was so jealous of me and how happy I was with you. Norrington destroyed her; she was nothing like the girl I once knew. I feel so sorry for her.” I hold Jack tighter as he strokes my back.

“Never letting you go, Will. Never.” His lips are forceful and once again his tongue dominates my mouth. I breathe the scent, feel, and touch of my lover in, savouring his uniqueness. I’m never leaving Jack; I know that for sure. Never. Jack’s hot desperate kisses soon turn into soft presses of our lips as he calms, and finally he just relaxes against me. I know that he felt like I So So afraid that we would never find each other again. Missing the other more and more with each passing second.

“Mine,” Jack whispers against my mouth as he squeezes me tight to his chest.

“Mr Turner?” A young boy’s voice brings my attention to the present, and I twist out of Jack’s arms.

“Will?” I cry out, trying to find the boy in the darkness.

There is a soft sob, and in one movement my arms are filled with the body of a sobbing boy. He clings to me, and presses his head into the hollow of my stomach. I lift him into my arms and hold him tightly.

“Will, I want you to meet someone very special,” I tell the young and grief stricken boy.

“Ok’,” he sniffles.

“This is Captain Jack Sparrow, and he’s invited us to go and live on the Black Pearl. Would you like that?”

The boy sniffs again, rubs his wet face into my shirt and nods. “You a real pirate,” he mumbles to Jack.

“Yep, 100% percent Pirate Captn’ ‘ere.” Jack says puffing out his chest.

“I’m Will Norrington, I’m going to be a pirate too!” the boy replies, his voice stronger now with excitement.

With that name Jack understands all that has happened here. Why it was so important for me to come back to this house. I know he understands because he ruffles the boy’s hair and presses his lips to my head. I feel choked, so relieved I’ve found my lover again and I’m not letting him go - ever!

I cradle the boy in my arms and he tightens his legs around my waist. His small head rests on my shoulder and somehow I know this boy will accept his life aboard the Pearl. He’s so much like Elizabeth used to be. Fire and courage in one small parcel. Maybe he can find the happiness she never could. I say my final goodbyes to Elizabeth and Port Royal as the three of us turn and leave this place far behind.

~*~*~*~

It’s early morning as I slowly open my eyes and smile. I can’t see anything but shadowed shapes and light, but that doesn't matter. I’m home, and here sight isn‘t important. I can’t believe that it’s only been a week since my escape and return to the Black Pearl. It feels as though I never left. I sigh and rest my head against the pillow. I’m back aboard the Black Pearl, back in Jack’s bed and he’s tightly wrapped around me. His head pressing into the hollow of my throat and shoulder. His legs entwined with mine. His hand resting in a very sensitive position. I moan, trying to shift Jack’s arm.

“Comfy,” Jack grunts in sleep and holds me tighter. I pant as a strong, long fingered hand tightens around my cock.

“Bastard,” I groan out as that not so sleepy hand starts to slide up and down mygth.gth.

Jack chuckles against my skin, but continues his stroking. I start to moan continuously between pants, trying to push my hips up to get more friction but Jack’s body weight holds me down. His hand movements increase, but then he lets go just as I begin to peak.

“Bloody Bastard!” I snarl, trying to reach down and get hold of my aching cock.

Jack laughs and his hands catch mine. “Spread them,” he groans into my ear and climbs on top of my body.

I’m moaning again with his rough voice. I shift my body and spread open my thighs. Jack’s hands position mine above my head, telling me without words to keep them there, and then he rests his on my shoulders.

“Mine,” he whispers as he leans forward and kisses my lips. I groan, my mouth falling open to accept his tongue. He kisses with such fiery passion that I think I might come just from his kisses alone. The bastard won’t let me though. He moves his mouth away after one kiss, and starts sucking and nibbling on my neck. He’s going to kill me! He’s going so slow...or I’m going to kill him!

“Jack” I whine, my hips rising up off the bed.

“Shhh, impatient.”

I only growl back. He bites at my throat making me writhe and gasp below him. There are going to be bruises and teeth marks there later. Jack’s taken to marking me quite often since I got back. He just likes everyone to see that I’m his. I buck my hips sharply as he bites down hard on the length of my throat, and then when he’s satisfied with the teeth imprint in my skin, he moves down to my nipples. He’s really going all out this morning, attacking every erogenous zone I have. He takes a moment to suck and nibble on the solid buds of my nipples before moving lower and licking at the junction of my ribs and stomach. I groan again, words lost to me now, and I try to buck up.

Jack la at at my impatient movements and finally takes hold of my hips and forces them firmly down onto the bed. No! I struggle and rock, desperate to get him to let me move. He doesn’t, just moves lower to lick at my navel and starts to flick his tongue in and out of it. Oh yeah! That’s more like it, now just move much lower, and do that with your lovely cock.

Jack’s hands shift, sliding down to stroke the insides of my thighs. All this time I could move my hands from above my head but it never crosses my mind until after. I’m totally focused on one thing - Jack.

“Please,” I beg, spreading my legs wider and bringing my knees up.

“Love it when yer beg,” Jack moans, pressing more kisses to my hipbones.

Jack takes hold of my knees, ps ths them up to my chest, and then parts my legs. He presses his whole weight against them, spreading them wide, so my knees almost touch the bed on either side of me. I growl painfully at the delicious stretching of my leg muscles. I’ve always been able to rotate and spread my legs; I have a very supple body - for which both Jack and I are extremely grateful. Jack shifts around on the bed and gets onto his knees, lifting up to press his groin against mine. I yelp as our bodies come into contact and his cock presses into the sensitive skin of my balls.

“Ooo Jack,” I plead. Jack lifts up slightly, curving his hips, and his hard pole moves downwards towards my hole. I wriggle on the bed trying to hurry its journey along until he finally pushes against my hole.

“Missed you so much,” Jack whispers as he slides all the way inside my body with one thrust. I cry out. The cry rising to a crescendo until he’s finally fully imbedded and his balls slap against my ass. Perfection.

“Neleavleaving you,” I answer back, wriggling my hips to get him to start moving.

“Luv yer.”

I can’t answer because Jack starts to thrust in and out of my tight, grasping passage. Making me scream and beg incomprehensible words. We both start to pant at the same time, our bodies shuddering as we climb towards climax. One of Jack’s hands leaves my knee and wraps around my cock, jerking me off as he pounds inside me. I howl and wrap a leg around his shoulders. We strain against each other. Thrusting. Yelling. Cursing. Until finally, coming.

White, blinding light fills my vision, my ears buzz, and I scream until I’m hoarse as I enter the most powerful orgasm I’ve ever experienced (until next time that is). I collapse back on the bed, almost sobbing with pleasure as pleasure burns its way through my entire body. Jack’s cock pulses inside of me and he’s yelling too. His body arches against mine, filling me with the last drop of his semen, and then he seems to collapse in on himself and crushes me to bed. I don’t complain, I just hold him. I was wrong earlier about sex being perfection - nope, this is perfection. Us. Jack and I holding each other. Each part of the whole. One being. One love. I laugh at my own romantic thoughts.

“Luv, yer,” Jack whispers for a second time against my ear. I will never tire of hearing those two words, repeated over and over ever since he brought me home. I know my appiapping cost Jack so much. He went against his own convictions, and made a deal with Black and his brotherhood to get me back. He won’t talk about what he had to do for that. What price he paid for me. He told me that he would have paid it over and over again just to have me home again. I’ll never ask what agreement they came too. Maybe the consequences will catch up with us one day, but for now there’s a whole world out there for exploring and we’ll concentrate on that.

“Papa! Jack!” A loud knocking on the door interrupts our post-coital rest. Outside the door is an impatient Will, and one of us will have to get up and see what he wants. He’s learned very quickly to knock on our door when he wants one of us.

“Papa! Mr Gibbs won’t let me steer!” Will whines and bashes the door again with a small fist.

“Demanding little bugger, isn’t he,” Jack laughs and departs from my body. I whine with the small pain as he leaves. I know my ass is going to ache beautifully for the rest of the day.

“Reminds me of someone,” I reply offhandedly.

Jack slaps my naked leg, and gets up to pull some clothing on. Will does remind me of Jack, they are so much alike. Headstrong. Independent. Pouty when they don’t get their own way.

“Papa!” Will yells again.

I groan and get up too, pulling on shirt and breeches, before moving to the door and opening it. My arms are suddenly filled with a small bungle of upset and angry little boy.

“Jack said I could steer today, Papa,” he whines holding me tight. “I want to steer now!”

“Yer have to learn how first,” Jack answers back. I can almost see Will give Jack a pouting look. That will get him everywhere. “Let yer Pop get ready and I’ll go show yer,” Jack finally gives in with a sigh. Will always gets his own way with Jack. I think we’ve both got him wrapped around our fingers.

Will climbs out of my arms and sits in the chair to wait for me to finish dressing. I’m not sure if I like being called ‘pop’, Papa’s okay. Will called me that the second day he was here. He seems to have accepted his parent’s death as only children can. M we’ we’ll have trouble later on, or it could be the excitement of being on a real pirate’s ship which is too awe consuming for him to think of anything else. I make a note to watch him and make sure he’s okay. He’s my family now, along with Jack. A gift from Elizabeth, and I hope wherever is she, she’s happy with the life I’ll build for her son. The life that was denied her.

“Thank you, Elizabeth,” I whisper as I finish dressing. When dressed, I grab Will’s small hand in mine, and we run to catch up with Jack at to the wheel and start a whole new day.

~*~*~*~

Seven Years later:

Will is now thirteen years old and occasionally likes to visit the grave of his mother set next to mine. I’ve told him the story of my life, and of his mother. He understands why she gave me a grave when I became blind. He was a little upset at first; sad because there was a chance that I could have been his real father. That Elizabeth and I could have been his parents. He got over that quickly, after realising that Jack wouldn’t be around if that had happened. He still hero-worships Jack. Ever since he was six he’s followed Jack around like a loyal sheep dog. He still calls me Papa or father at times. Jack says he’ll never call him father. Jack is Will’s hero. I’m Will’s father. I provide him with home and love. I tell Jack he gives that too, but Jack only laughs and says I’m home to them both. Will has even changed his name to William Turner-Swann. His father has been forgotten, turned only into a memory of a man that took his mother from him.

I lay the flowers onto Elizabeth’s grave, and reach out for Will. He takes my hand and guides me to the edge of the cliff. The graves are next to the sea, the sea both Elizabeth and I loved and still love.

“Do you think Mother would be proud of me?” Will asks suddenly.

“I believe that she couldn’t be prouder of you,” I answer confidently.

Strong arms wrap around my middle and I lean back into the strong chest of Jack Sparrow. My lover and mate. My life is complete, filled with son and lover, and I c ask ask for not mor more. I know in my heart that this life - this true, free and happy life is what Elizabeth would want for all three of us and I’m living it.

The End