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Pirates of the Caribbean (All) › Slash - Male/Male › Jack/Will
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Adult ++
Chapters:
20
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6,771
Reviews:
119
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Chapter 3 - Savior
Witch, by Hellborne
Pirates of the Caribbean – Slash: Jack/Others, Jack/Will. NC-17.
Copyright. Characters, not mine. See the Mouse. Story, mine, but I make no money. He does, but not on this.
Typing convention: / is used for thoughts.
Archive: adult-fanfiction.org. If you want to put it elsewhere, no prob, just tell me the URL.
Beta: Now beta’d by my most perfect and wonderful Pendragginink and her magnificent Jackal! Hail to thee, oh modest and humble BetaGoddess!
Summary: What did Jack do to be tortured so? He would love to know. Torture, Rape, Lemon, Slash.
NOTE: I live for reviews. No reviews, no more writing. Can’t figure out if anyone likes it if they don’t review. So REVIEW! PLEEEEEEZE???
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Chapter 3 – Savior
“Mr. Sparrow?”
His breath hitched. It was the first time anyone had called him by his name, even if it was the wrong title. “Help me…”
“Yes. That’s what I’m here for.”
Jack recognized the voice, but couldn’t quite place it. He only hoped that it wasn’t one of the torturers tricking him into relaxing so that they could start a new round of torture. He felt the man heave him over his shoulders, grabbing his arms and legs. Jack stifled a scream.
“I know it hurts, Mr. Sparrow. But stay quiet as a mouse or we’re both damned.”
Jack quietly sobbed as he was carried out. There were two moments when he was jammed up against the wall, but other than that, it seemed to go smoothly. Suddenly, he felt breezy. The echoes of the dungeon were gone, and he thought he could hear people talking happily somewhere nearby. The man carrying him bent over, and he felt himself being laid down on something. Then the man picked him up again, wrapped in whatever he was laid on.
“Just a little bit further. Couldn’t have you naked in public. You’ll be safe in a minute.” He carried Jack into a building that Jack assumed by the smells was a tavern, then up a flight of stairs. The man opened a door and walked in, closing it behind him. He laid Jack onto a soft bed, unwrapped him, and started looking over his body, pulling on his joints till they went back into their sockets, all the while telling Jack exactly what he was doing so as not to scare him.
Jack mumbled something. The man leaned closer to hear better. “Why can’t I see?”
The man seemed to sniff at his body. “You’ve been drugged. It’ll pass eventually.”
Jack heard the man go to the water basin and wring out a cloth of some sort, bringing it back with him.
“They smeared it all over you. I’m cleaning it up so that it’ll pass faster.” He ran the cloth all over his front. “I’ll need to clean your back too. This will hurt.” He lifted Jack as carefully as he could and turned him over, lowering him gently and turning his head so that he could breathe easily. He ran the cloth over his back and buttocks.
Jack mumbled again. “How long?”
“How long till the drugs wear off? Could be hours or days. It’s different with each person. For some, it’s permanent. Just be patient.”
“Who you?”
“I’ve tended your wounds while you were in the dungeon. My name is Abernathy. Your friend will be here shortly. Hopefully before the guard gets here.”
Jack barely understood. “Thank you.” He felt himself floating. “Mus’ be tire’.”
“Sleep, Mr. Sparrow. For once.”
Jack tried to say something, and fell into a painful sleep.
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“Oh my God, Jack!”
He woke up to the banshee’s screech of his name. He didn’t know for sure, but he figured he was back in the dungeon. “PLEASE!”
“Jack, it’s me. Will. We’ve got to get you moved to the Pearl immediately.” Rustling. “Can he walk at all?”
“No, sir. His arms and legs had been dislocated, and his right foot has been fair pulverized. I’ve put his arms and legs back where they belong, but I doubt he’ll be able to use that foot ever again. They kept it broken for weeks and wouldn’t let me set it.”
“I have your money.”
“Could I buy passage on your ship? If I’m caught here they’ll do worse to me than they did to him.”
Jack mumbled something.
“Why isn’t he speaking properly?”
“They drugged him, and pulled some of his teeth. You have to get in close to understand him for now.”
Will leaned in. “Repeat that, Jack.”
“Bring Aber…ny. Good doc. Save’ m’life.”
“Well, it looks like Jack approves, so it’s fine by me. I would suggest that you go pack your things and get to the docks immediately. I’ll take Jack from here.”
Abernathy agreed and left.
“Jack, I’m not sure how to move you other than to carry you. I’ve brought some clothes, but it’s going to hurt putting them on.” He pondered for a moment. “Brace yourself. I’ll try to be gentle, but this is bound to hurt.”
Jack took a breath and held it while Will pushed his limbs into the clothing. He almost screamed, and Will could see tears flowing, but he kept going until the pirate captain was dressed in breeches and shirt. He turned Jack over gently and gathered him up like a baby, noticing how much weight he had lost. “We’re leaving now, Jack. Just relax and we’ll get to the Pearl now.”
Jack tried to relax. He really did. But his arms and legs would twitch any time he noticed them, and it made it harder for Will to carry him.
Will carried him down the stairs with moderate trouble, and out the back door into an alley. When he heard official sounding voices in the building behind him, he went faster, trying not to jostle Jack on the way. After a couple of blocks, though, he heard the soldiers give chase, so he ran as fast as he could, hoping Jack could take the beating.
Jack teetered between sobbing and screaming, but tried to keep it down so as not to bother Will. Will kept running, not daring to look back. Only a couple of steps onto the dock, he heard many feet hit the docks as well and knew that they were almost upon them. He hit the gangplank at a dead run, yelling as he went. “Weigh anchor and get moving! Open fire on anything in a uniform!” He felt someone grab him by the leg and threw Jack onto the deck of the Pearl. He kicked his attacker in the face as the man was shot dead by a rifle from the Pearl.
Jack rolled, screaming in pain, and hit the mainmast. He felt hands on him lift him as he passed out.
As Abernathy ran up, he saw the Pearl starting to move. He ran as fast as he could to the far end of the docks, hoping the crew of the Pearl noticed him and didn’t think he was a soldier.
Will saw Abernathy running, and ordered a line thrown to him as he made it to the water’s edge. “Hold on for your life and we’ll pull you aboard!” He did, and the next thing he knew he was landing on the deck of the Black Pearl, his belongings back on the dock save for one bag over his shoulder that he didn’t drop. Will clapped him on the shoulder. “Welcome aboard the Black Pearl, Dr. Abernathy.”
Abernathy looked at the curious faces around him. “Where is Mr. Sparrow?”
“Actually, it’s Captain Sparrow. He’s in his cabin.” Will turned to one of the crewmen. “Storm, take the doctor in to Jack.” He turned back. “Do what you can for him, doctor.”
“I will.” He walked with the man named Storm into Jack’s cabin.
Will resumed yelling at the crew. “Man the sweeps! We’ll have company if we can’t outrun them!”
The side ports of the Pearl opened and the great sweeps started ploughing through the waves, moving the Pearl faster than her sails alone could push her.
The soldiers on the dock were barely scrambling onto a ship marked with the colours of the Catholic Church as the Pearl disappeared around the curve of the land.
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TBC
A/N: It would be great to get paid for this, it's a true labor of love...and it gives a writer enough warm fuzzies to go on when someone tells them their work is worthy of comment. When someone appreciates (or hates) their work enough to comment, it feeds the plot bunnies. If you don’t say what you like or don’t like, *whine*, my writing will never *sob* get any better...ever. And the plot *whimper* bunnies will *gasp* die. I am grateful that you read this, and don’t worry about me or the bunnies, I...I know I’m not worthy. I'll just sit here...by the empty review page....alone, in the dark, knee deep in dead bunnies...waiting...*sigh* Farewell, dear reader, I*cough* wrote this for you. You deserve it. You are worth it. (and not for theanieanie who never, ever leaves reviews - who wouldn’t clap hands, either--AND TINKERBELL DIED!)...Now please feed the plot bunnies by hitting the "REVIEW" button!!!
Pirates of the Caribbean – Slash: Jack/Others, Jack/Will. NC-17.
Copyright. Characters, not mine. See the Mouse. Story, mine, but I make no money. He does, but not on this.
Typing convention: / is used for thoughts.
Archive: adult-fanfiction.org. If you want to put it elsewhere, no prob, just tell me the URL.
Beta: Now beta’d by my most perfect and wonderful Pendragginink and her magnificent Jackal! Hail to thee, oh modest and humble BetaGoddess!
Summary: What did Jack do to be tortured so? He would love to know. Torture, Rape, Lemon, Slash.
NOTE: I live for reviews. No reviews, no more writing. Can’t figure out if anyone likes it if they don’t review. So REVIEW! PLEEEEEEZE???
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Chapter 3 – Savior
“Mr. Sparrow?”
His breath hitched. It was the first time anyone had called him by his name, even if it was the wrong title. “Help me…”
“Yes. That’s what I’m here for.”
Jack recognized the voice, but couldn’t quite place it. He only hoped that it wasn’t one of the torturers tricking him into relaxing so that they could start a new round of torture. He felt the man heave him over his shoulders, grabbing his arms and legs. Jack stifled a scream.
“I know it hurts, Mr. Sparrow. But stay quiet as a mouse or we’re both damned.”
Jack quietly sobbed as he was carried out. There were two moments when he was jammed up against the wall, but other than that, it seemed to go smoothly. Suddenly, he felt breezy. The echoes of the dungeon were gone, and he thought he could hear people talking happily somewhere nearby. The man carrying him bent over, and he felt himself being laid down on something. Then the man picked him up again, wrapped in whatever he was laid on.
“Just a little bit further. Couldn’t have you naked in public. You’ll be safe in a minute.” He carried Jack into a building that Jack assumed by the smells was a tavern, then up a flight of stairs. The man opened a door and walked in, closing it behind him. He laid Jack onto a soft bed, unwrapped him, and started looking over his body, pulling on his joints till they went back into their sockets, all the while telling Jack exactly what he was doing so as not to scare him.
Jack mumbled something. The man leaned closer to hear better. “Why can’t I see?”
The man seemed to sniff at his body. “You’ve been drugged. It’ll pass eventually.”
Jack heard the man go to the water basin and wring out a cloth of some sort, bringing it back with him.
“They smeared it all over you. I’m cleaning it up so that it’ll pass faster.” He ran the cloth all over his front. “I’ll need to clean your back too. This will hurt.” He lifted Jack as carefully as he could and turned him over, lowering him gently and turning his head so that he could breathe easily. He ran the cloth over his back and buttocks.
Jack mumbled again. “How long?”
“How long till the drugs wear off? Could be hours or days. It’s different with each person. For some, it’s permanent. Just be patient.”
“Who you?”
“I’ve tended your wounds while you were in the dungeon. My name is Abernathy. Your friend will be here shortly. Hopefully before the guard gets here.”
Jack barely understood. “Thank you.” He felt himself floating. “Mus’ be tire’.”
“Sleep, Mr. Sparrow. For once.”
Jack tried to say something, and fell into a painful sleep.
* - * - *
“Oh my God, Jack!”
He woke up to the banshee’s screech of his name. He didn’t know for sure, but he figured he was back in the dungeon. “PLEASE!”
“Jack, it’s me. Will. We’ve got to get you moved to the Pearl immediately.” Rustling. “Can he walk at all?”
“No, sir. His arms and legs had been dislocated, and his right foot has been fair pulverized. I’ve put his arms and legs back where they belong, but I doubt he’ll be able to use that foot ever again. They kept it broken for weeks and wouldn’t let me set it.”
“I have your money.”
“Could I buy passage on your ship? If I’m caught here they’ll do worse to me than they did to him.”
Jack mumbled something.
“Why isn’t he speaking properly?”
“They drugged him, and pulled some of his teeth. You have to get in close to understand him for now.”
Will leaned in. “Repeat that, Jack.”
“Bring Aber…ny. Good doc. Save’ m’life.”
“Well, it looks like Jack approves, so it’s fine by me. I would suggest that you go pack your things and get to the docks immediately. I’ll take Jack from here.”
Abernathy agreed and left.
“Jack, I’m not sure how to move you other than to carry you. I’ve brought some clothes, but it’s going to hurt putting them on.” He pondered for a moment. “Brace yourself. I’ll try to be gentle, but this is bound to hurt.”
Jack took a breath and held it while Will pushed his limbs into the clothing. He almost screamed, and Will could see tears flowing, but he kept going until the pirate captain was dressed in breeches and shirt. He turned Jack over gently and gathered him up like a baby, noticing how much weight he had lost. “We’re leaving now, Jack. Just relax and we’ll get to the Pearl now.”
Jack tried to relax. He really did. But his arms and legs would twitch any time he noticed them, and it made it harder for Will to carry him.
Will carried him down the stairs with moderate trouble, and out the back door into an alley. When he heard official sounding voices in the building behind him, he went faster, trying not to jostle Jack on the way. After a couple of blocks, though, he heard the soldiers give chase, so he ran as fast as he could, hoping Jack could take the beating.
Jack teetered between sobbing and screaming, but tried to keep it down so as not to bother Will. Will kept running, not daring to look back. Only a couple of steps onto the dock, he heard many feet hit the docks as well and knew that they were almost upon them. He hit the gangplank at a dead run, yelling as he went. “Weigh anchor and get moving! Open fire on anything in a uniform!” He felt someone grab him by the leg and threw Jack onto the deck of the Pearl. He kicked his attacker in the face as the man was shot dead by a rifle from the Pearl.
Jack rolled, screaming in pain, and hit the mainmast. He felt hands on him lift him as he passed out.
As Abernathy ran up, he saw the Pearl starting to move. He ran as fast as he could to the far end of the docks, hoping the crew of the Pearl noticed him and didn’t think he was a soldier.
Will saw Abernathy running, and ordered a line thrown to him as he made it to the water’s edge. “Hold on for your life and we’ll pull you aboard!” He did, and the next thing he knew he was landing on the deck of the Black Pearl, his belongings back on the dock save for one bag over his shoulder that he didn’t drop. Will clapped him on the shoulder. “Welcome aboard the Black Pearl, Dr. Abernathy.”
Abernathy looked at the curious faces around him. “Where is Mr. Sparrow?”
“Actually, it’s Captain Sparrow. He’s in his cabin.” Will turned to one of the crewmen. “Storm, take the doctor in to Jack.” He turned back. “Do what you can for him, doctor.”
“I will.” He walked with the man named Storm into Jack’s cabin.
Will resumed yelling at the crew. “Man the sweeps! We’ll have company if we can’t outrun them!”
The side ports of the Pearl opened and the great sweeps started ploughing through the waves, moving the Pearl faster than her sails alone could push her.
The soldiers on the dock were barely scrambling onto a ship marked with the colours of the Catholic Church as the Pearl disappeared around the curve of the land.
* - * - *
TBC
A/N: It would be great to get paid for this, it's a true labor of love...and it gives a writer enough warm fuzzies to go on when someone tells them their work is worthy of comment. When someone appreciates (or hates) their work enough to comment, it feeds the plot bunnies. If you don’t say what you like or don’t like, *whine*, my writing will never *sob* get any better...ever. And the plot *whimper* bunnies will *gasp* die. I am grateful that you read this, and don’t worry about me or the bunnies, I...I know I’m not worthy. I'll just sit here...by the empty review page....alone, in the dark, knee deep in dead bunnies...waiting...*sigh* Farewell, dear reader, I*cough* wrote this for you. You deserve it. You are worth it. (and not for theanieanie who never, ever leaves reviews - who wouldn’t clap hands, either--AND TINKERBELL DIED!)...Now please feed the plot bunnies by hitting the "REVIEW" button!!!