The Sail Maker
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Pirates of the Caribbean (All) › Slash - Male/Male › Jack/Will
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Adult ++
Chapters:
9
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Abduction
The Sail Maker
Pirates of the Caribbean – PG for now…will be NC-17/XXX eventually
Copyright: Characters, not mine, See the Mouse. Story, mine, but I make no money. He does, but ont on this.
Typing convention. / is used for thoughts.
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Summary: The last time Will saw him, Captain Jack Sparrow was being dragged aboard the ship of Capt. Jonas, a pirate from Jack's past with a score to settle. W/J, O/J. Violence, Slash, angst, lemon.
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Chapter 3 – Abduction
“Croomer! I need help with these sails!” Will started to help Jack automatically and was shoved back.
Jack started up the ladder and it almost seemed as if he were sighted again. When he reached the top, he climbed over, and walked straight to the poop deck above the wheel and sat on the rear railing.
Will caught the lines tossed down to him, threw a diamond hitch around the bundle of sails with practiced ease and jerking twice on the line, signaled crew to haul them aboard. Croomer seemed more interested in the newcomer than the sails, as were many of the crew who hadn’t been with the Pearl for very long.
The watch on duty on the poop deck, Glovings, another newcomer, walked over. “Excuse me mate, it’s me duty to tell ye, If you’re crew, you’re t’be helping with the sails. If you’re a passenger, I'm requesting ye go to yer billet, and if you’re neither one o'those, I'll be asking ye t’step down to the main deck, or state yer business...sir.”
Jack sighed. “I wish I could help out with the sails, mate. But I can’t see what I’m doiso hso helpin’ is out, really. I’m here as a guest of the Captain.”
Glovins looked closely at what he could see of his face. “Ye look familiar, mate. Have you been on the Pearl before?”
Will walked up. “You may recognize him from the painting in my cabin, Mr. Glovins. He used to be Captain of this ship, so you shall use the same respect for him as you give me.”
“Yes sir.”
Will looked at Jack and sighed. “Jack, I need to speak to you in my cabin.” Jack shrugged and walked down the stairs and to the Captain’s cabin, moving past Will and Glovins. As he accidentally brushed against Will, he flinched.
Will followed Jack into the cabin. Jack slowed donceonce he was inside, feeling the Pearl come alive around him. He walked slowly to a chair and sat down.
Will brought over a bottle and two glasses. “Rum, Jack?”
“No thank you. I haven’t had a drink since I opened the shop. Drunkenness and blindness are not good bedfellows, whelp.”
Will put them down and walked over to Jack, putting his hand on his shoulder. Jack flinched away. “I said none o’that!”
Will swore that Jack looked panicked when he touched him. pul pulled his hand back, perturbed. “Jack, what’s happened to you? You used to enjoy the way I touched you. Now you almost seem afraid of me.”
Jack sighed. “I guess I am scared, lad. Not of you specifically. I haven’t been able to have even a handshake without feelin’ the need to scream. That’s why I’m dead, Will. I can’t handle anyone touchin’ me, so I’m dead.
“Younot not dead, Jack. What made you not want to be touched? You were always the one who WANTED touching…whether throwing an arm around someone else, or wanting to be cuddled…”
Jack interrupted, his voice sounding vicious. “Whelp, imagine bein’ blinded and tied naked to the front end of a cannon on the quarterdeck of a ship for two months. That is what Captain Jonas did t’me. During the day, they’d shove the cannon into firing position with me arse hangin’ over the water. At night, they’d wheel it back in and take turns wi’ me.” Will heard Jack’s voice start to break, then Jack took a deep breath and stopped for a moment. When he went on, he sounded lost. “There were several times there that I was certain that my cannon would be fired. There was one time that it actually was. I could hear and smell the fuse burning. But it was a misfire. Can you understand that I might not want to be touched after that?”
Will wanted so much to hold him and tell him he’d protect him forever. “Jack, I would never allow you to be harmed. I love you, and I hope that, past your fear, you love me too.”
“Aye, lad, I do. But you are Captain of the Black Pearl now, not I, and I am but a humble blind old sail maker that cannot be touched. I cannot see much of a future between us now, can you?”
“Yes, Jack. I AM the Captain of the Black Pearl. You ARE a sail maker. But I saw the way you walked across the decks here, clearly as if you were still sighted. You know this ship literally with your eyes closed, just as you told me time and time again when I tried to help you back to our cabin when you were obviously too drunk to get there by yourself. I saw the look on your face as you sat on the rail. You had the look of a child after a visit by Saint Nicholas. I saw you at the shop. THERE you were dead, yes. You only came to life after you heard my voice and the fact that I liked your sparrow. You fairly glowed when I wanted you to the the sails for the Pearl, and I could distinctly hear your broken heart mending at the chance to sail on her again, even for a single day. Jack, your place is HERE. On the Pearl. With me. And as you taught me, I shall take what I can, and give nothing back. I shall take you with me to life, Jack Sparrow, and never will I return you to the death you’re leaving behind.”
Jack whipped his head around, livid. “Whelp! I shall NOT be confined here; not be...used…” his voice broke suddenly, “…again, as I was on the Debauched Princess!”
“No, Jack! Not used. Never used. No touching if that is what you want. But you will remain on the Pearl with me so that I can know you’re safe. I love you too much to let you go again. You can sleep in the bed alone…I’ll string up a hammock. You will be the ship’s sail maker and my partner. Your orders will be followed, and you will have the wind in your face for the rest of your life. Now pleaseept ept this offer.”
“And if I don’t, you’ll force the issue anyway, is that right? Take what he can; give nothin’ back. I understand.” His shoulders sagged resignedly. “If that be the case, I’ll accept the offer. I do know ye mean well by it.”
Will smiled. “Good. You can thank me later. You won’t be disappointed. Then we can set sail as soon as they’re done rigging them.”
Jack mournfully shook his head. “One favor, Captain Turner?”
Will sighed. Jack used to only call him by his name when he was angry. “Yes, Jack?”
“Could you tell Rebecca that I won’t be back and that she can use the money I left as a dowry or to do what she wishes with it? And can you get the carving I was working on when you came in?”
Will smiled. “That’s two favors, Jack, but I’ll be happy to do it personally.”
“Thank you, lad.”
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Jack sat on the rail at the back of the poop deck, whittling and humming to himself. He still looked very little like the pirate everyone remembered. His hair was long and wild, tangling down to the top of hises (es (when he stood) and in his face in clumps. He was basically finished with his masterpiece: His Pearl. His carvings usually took a day or two, but this one had taken more than a week. It’s detail was perfect, and he was just finishing when Will walked up.
“You look very happy, Jack. Anything you want to share?”
Jack flipped his head back, allowing his full face to show. “Actually, there’s something I want to give you, lad.” He held out his sculpture and gave it to Will.
Will examined it. It was a perfect replica of the Black Pearl in all her glory. “It’s exquisite, Jack! How did you get it so perfect to every detail?”
“I know myrl, rl, whelp. I can never forget her. And I don’t exactly carve wi’ me eyes. I carve wi’ me hands, and I always have. I’ve felt every curve and line of my Lady over the years, and she’s been whisperin’ to me since I climbed onboard, so how could I not make her likeness perfect?” Jack lowered his head again, his hair shifting to cover his face.
Will sat down next to the old pirate, not touching him as he’d agreed. Even the closeness of him made Jack tense up, though. “Jack, I’ve gotten news of a doctor in Virginia who works on eyes. He thinks he may be able to help you. We’re on our way there now.”
“I thought we’d turned north. Felt the sun on my skin had moved. It’s nice of ye, whelp, but why not continue on against PlayPlaya del Luz as planned? She’s heavy with gold, and the doctor will still be there when we’re finished.”
Will frowned. “I would have thought that you would rather see the sunset more than mere Spanish gold.”
“William, I have no doubt in me mind that this crew will mutiny if you don’t take that ship. From your account, she’s heavy with enough gold that it’s a miracle she can still float. Now, don’t you worry about ol’ Jack. I can wait till after we’ve taken and stowed the swag from the Luz. You get this ship back on course to the Luz or I will!” Jack grinned.
Will just shook his head. “Jack, you never cease to amaze me.”
Jack’s grin got bigger, and he brushed his hair back with his hand and stood up expertly with the wooden leg. “Of course I do! I’m Jack Sparrow!”
Will smiled. “That you are. And I’m glad you remembered.” He left the rail and started shouting orders. The Pearl began turning.
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TBC
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Pirates of the Caribbean – PG for now…will be NC-17/XXX eventually
Copyright: Characters, not mine, See the Mouse. Story, mine, but I make no money. He does, but ont on this.
Typing convention. / is used for thoughts.
Beta and Editing: Thank you Pendragginink, oh keeper of mighty plot bunnies!!! You really ARE the greatest!!! I can’t thank you enough!
Summary: The last time Will saw him, Captain Jack Sparrow was being dragged aboard the ship of Capt. Jonas, a pirate from Jack's past with a score to settle. W/J, O/J. Violence, Slash, angst, lemon.
A/N: Plot bunnies need to be fed reviews regularly or they die. Please feed the plot bunnies. REVIEW!
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Chapter 3 – Abduction
“Croomer! I need help with these sails!” Will started to help Jack automatically and was shoved back.
Jack started up the ladder and it almost seemed as if he were sighted again. When he reached the top, he climbed over, and walked straight to the poop deck above the wheel and sat on the rear railing.
Will caught the lines tossed down to him, threw a diamond hitch around the bundle of sails with practiced ease and jerking twice on the line, signaled crew to haul them aboard. Croomer seemed more interested in the newcomer than the sails, as were many of the crew who hadn’t been with the Pearl for very long.
The watch on duty on the poop deck, Glovings, another newcomer, walked over. “Excuse me mate, it’s me duty to tell ye, If you’re crew, you’re t’be helping with the sails. If you’re a passenger, I'm requesting ye go to yer billet, and if you’re neither one o'those, I'll be asking ye t’step down to the main deck, or state yer business...sir.”
Jack sighed. “I wish I could help out with the sails, mate. But I can’t see what I’m doiso hso helpin’ is out, really. I’m here as a guest of the Captain.”
Glovins looked closely at what he could see of his face. “Ye look familiar, mate. Have you been on the Pearl before?”
Will walked up. “You may recognize him from the painting in my cabin, Mr. Glovins. He used to be Captain of this ship, so you shall use the same respect for him as you give me.”
“Yes sir.”
Will looked at Jack and sighed. “Jack, I need to speak to you in my cabin.” Jack shrugged and walked down the stairs and to the Captain’s cabin, moving past Will and Glovins. As he accidentally brushed against Will, he flinched.
Will followed Jack into the cabin. Jack slowed donceonce he was inside, feeling the Pearl come alive around him. He walked slowly to a chair and sat down.
Will brought over a bottle and two glasses. “Rum, Jack?”
“No thank you. I haven’t had a drink since I opened the shop. Drunkenness and blindness are not good bedfellows, whelp.”
Will put them down and walked over to Jack, putting his hand on his shoulder. Jack flinched away. “I said none o’that!”
Will swore that Jack looked panicked when he touched him. pul pulled his hand back, perturbed. “Jack, what’s happened to you? You used to enjoy the way I touched you. Now you almost seem afraid of me.”
Jack sighed. “I guess I am scared, lad. Not of you specifically. I haven’t been able to have even a handshake without feelin’ the need to scream. That’s why I’m dead, Will. I can’t handle anyone touchin’ me, so I’m dead.
“Younot not dead, Jack. What made you not want to be touched? You were always the one who WANTED touching…whether throwing an arm around someone else, or wanting to be cuddled…”
Jack interrupted, his voice sounding vicious. “Whelp, imagine bein’ blinded and tied naked to the front end of a cannon on the quarterdeck of a ship for two months. That is what Captain Jonas did t’me. During the day, they’d shove the cannon into firing position with me arse hangin’ over the water. At night, they’d wheel it back in and take turns wi’ me.” Will heard Jack’s voice start to break, then Jack took a deep breath and stopped for a moment. When he went on, he sounded lost. “There were several times there that I was certain that my cannon would be fired. There was one time that it actually was. I could hear and smell the fuse burning. But it was a misfire. Can you understand that I might not want to be touched after that?”
Will wanted so much to hold him and tell him he’d protect him forever. “Jack, I would never allow you to be harmed. I love you, and I hope that, past your fear, you love me too.”
“Aye, lad, I do. But you are Captain of the Black Pearl now, not I, and I am but a humble blind old sail maker that cannot be touched. I cannot see much of a future between us now, can you?”
“Yes, Jack. I AM the Captain of the Black Pearl. You ARE a sail maker. But I saw the way you walked across the decks here, clearly as if you were still sighted. You know this ship literally with your eyes closed, just as you told me time and time again when I tried to help you back to our cabin when you were obviously too drunk to get there by yourself. I saw the look on your face as you sat on the rail. You had the look of a child after a visit by Saint Nicholas. I saw you at the shop. THERE you were dead, yes. You only came to life after you heard my voice and the fact that I liked your sparrow. You fairly glowed when I wanted you to the the sails for the Pearl, and I could distinctly hear your broken heart mending at the chance to sail on her again, even for a single day. Jack, your place is HERE. On the Pearl. With me. And as you taught me, I shall take what I can, and give nothing back. I shall take you with me to life, Jack Sparrow, and never will I return you to the death you’re leaving behind.”
Jack whipped his head around, livid. “Whelp! I shall NOT be confined here; not be...used…” his voice broke suddenly, “…again, as I was on the Debauched Princess!”
“No, Jack! Not used. Never used. No touching if that is what you want. But you will remain on the Pearl with me so that I can know you’re safe. I love you too much to let you go again. You can sleep in the bed alone…I’ll string up a hammock. You will be the ship’s sail maker and my partner. Your orders will be followed, and you will have the wind in your face for the rest of your life. Now pleaseept ept this offer.”
“And if I don’t, you’ll force the issue anyway, is that right? Take what he can; give nothin’ back. I understand.” His shoulders sagged resignedly. “If that be the case, I’ll accept the offer. I do know ye mean well by it.”
Will smiled. “Good. You can thank me later. You won’t be disappointed. Then we can set sail as soon as they’re done rigging them.”
Jack mournfully shook his head. “One favor, Captain Turner?”
Will sighed. Jack used to only call him by his name when he was angry. “Yes, Jack?”
“Could you tell Rebecca that I won’t be back and that she can use the money I left as a dowry or to do what she wishes with it? And can you get the carving I was working on when you came in?”
Will smiled. “That’s two favors, Jack, but I’ll be happy to do it personally.”
“Thank you, lad.”
* - * - *
Jack sat on the rail at the back of the poop deck, whittling and humming to himself. He still looked very little like the pirate everyone remembered. His hair was long and wild, tangling down to the top of hises (es (when he stood) and in his face in clumps. He was basically finished with his masterpiece: His Pearl. His carvings usually took a day or two, but this one had taken more than a week. It’s detail was perfect, and he was just finishing when Will walked up.
“You look very happy, Jack. Anything you want to share?”
Jack flipped his head back, allowing his full face to show. “Actually, there’s something I want to give you, lad.” He held out his sculpture and gave it to Will.
Will examined it. It was a perfect replica of the Black Pearl in all her glory. “It’s exquisite, Jack! How did you get it so perfect to every detail?”
“I know myrl, rl, whelp. I can never forget her. And I don’t exactly carve wi’ me eyes. I carve wi’ me hands, and I always have. I’ve felt every curve and line of my Lady over the years, and she’s been whisperin’ to me since I climbed onboard, so how could I not make her likeness perfect?” Jack lowered his head again, his hair shifting to cover his face.
Will sat down next to the old pirate, not touching him as he’d agreed. Even the closeness of him made Jack tense up, though. “Jack, I’ve gotten news of a doctor in Virginia who works on eyes. He thinks he may be able to help you. We’re on our way there now.”
“I thought we’d turned north. Felt the sun on my skin had moved. It’s nice of ye, whelp, but why not continue on against PlayPlaya del Luz as planned? She’s heavy with gold, and the doctor will still be there when we’re finished.”
Will frowned. “I would have thought that you would rather see the sunset more than mere Spanish gold.”
“William, I have no doubt in me mind that this crew will mutiny if you don’t take that ship. From your account, she’s heavy with enough gold that it’s a miracle she can still float. Now, don’t you worry about ol’ Jack. I can wait till after we’ve taken and stowed the swag from the Luz. You get this ship back on course to the Luz or I will!” Jack grinned.
Will just shook his head. “Jack, you never cease to amaze me.”
Jack’s grin got bigger, and he brushed his hair back with his hand and stood up expertly with the wooden leg. “Of course I do! I’m Jack Sparrow!”
Will smiled. “That you are. And I’m glad you remembered.” He left the rail and started shouting orders. The Pearl began turning.
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TBC
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