Mutants Overboard

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Jack Sparrow looked hard at the defeated captain of the merchant vessel, whose hands were tied behind his back with strong rope.
"Where did ye get 'im?" he inquired, pressing his sharp sword against the other man's neck.
The other captain gulped, and tried to make his mouth form the words.
"The d-demon? One of me men found 'im down in th' hold… I swear, I don' know anythin' else 'bout 'im!"
"And I am s'posed ta believe that?"
The man held back a cry as he felt the sword biting into his skin.
"I swear on me wife and eight children!" the man pleaded. "'e wasn't on the ship when we set sail two weeks ago, he jus' showed up, like out o' nowhere!"
If it wouldn't ruin his current act as a ruthless pirate captain, Jack would have laughed at the other man's eager co-operation. Funny how a man that seems so cold and uncaring at first glimpse can quickly change into a quivering, submitting rat in order to save his own life. He let the sword rest against the man's neck a little while longer before he removed it.
"Men! Find everythin' o' value an' take it home." He grinned madly at the other captain. "It's been nice doin' business with ye, man."
Jack left the man standing helpless by the main mast along with the bound crew as he made his way down to help his own crew get the valuables over to the Pearl. There wasn't much, but still enough to satisfy the men.

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William Turner stood by the door to the forecastle and watched the others do their tasks. He had wanted to go with Jack, get away from Elizabeth and Port Royal and begin a new life onboard the Black Pearl. But he still, as Jack so kindly put it, had to get the stick out of his arse when it came to the piracy itself. Will didn't want to plunder, he couldn't threaten, harm, or kill innocent people in order to take their valuables. Despite often being the center of the jokes by his fellow crew mates, he stood by his morals. Jack let him stay behind whenever the Pearl would engage in piracy, of course he would tell his men that it was his all idea as he didn't want the blacksmith to be injured because none of the other crew members were able to create and repair their weapons or the possible damage done to the Pearl and her cannons with such skill as Will posessed.
Will smiled to himself when he thought about Jack. He would let Will do basically whatever he wanted, but wouldn't accept any sort of disobediance from the rest of his crew. Except for his first mate, Anamaria. That woman had the power to make Jack go to his room and sit in the corner like a punished child if she wanted to.

As soon as Jack set his feet on the Pearl's deck, the ties to the small merchant vessel were cut and the Pearl set sail. He watched with a proud smirk as his men brought the valuables down to the cargo. He spotted Will standing a ways away.
"Will, luv!" he called out, making the younger man turn his attention to him. "I 'ave a task fer ye lad, very important task it is." Will's eyes brightened up at the potential prospects of the important task. "Check on the boy in the holdin' cell, an' notify me when 'e wakes up, aye?"
Turning to make his way over to the quarterdeck, he left Will standing mouth open and confused. Will hadn't watched when the pirates took over the small ship, so he had no idea that Jack had taken a prisoner. But he did what his captain had ordered him to, and went down to the cells.
A shiver ran up his spine, as he was back where two of Barbossa's men had told him about his father's fate. But determined not to give it more thought he shook his head a little as if to clear it. He watched the man laying on his back on the cold cell floor, the faint light didn't reveal much of the man's face though. He let out a bored sigh; the captive appearantly had no intention of waking up and releasing him from his duty, so he might as well sit down on the stairs and wait. There were no port holes, so he couldn't spend his time watching the ocean. The only thing to keep him company were the sounds of the heavy ship breaking through the waves of the Caribbean sea and the sounds of the other man breathing.
Will was quite bored.
He didn't know how much time had passed and he barely noticed a changed pattern in the captive's breathing, before the man softly moaned as he started to regain consciousness. Will stood up to get a better view of him as he slowly pulled himself up in a sitting position.
Will made his way up to the main deck, where he had to cover his eyes from the stunning sunlight.
"Jack!"
Jack looked over the wheel and spotted Will down by the hatch before leaning over it and raising his index finger to emphasize his words as he corrected his young friend, "Captain!"
Will barely held back a smile at the sight of Jack, "Captain!"
"Aye?"
"He's awake!"
"Splendid!"
He left the wheel to Anamaria and hurried down to Will, motioning him away with a wave of his hands so that he could go down through the hatch.
Once he was downstairs, he arranged his face into that of a rugged pirate, as he walked over to the handsome man that stood with his arms crossed, leaning back against one of the walls of the cell.
Remy turned his head slightly to lock his tired red on black eyes upon the dark, kohl-lined ones of the pirate captain, but made no further move. Jack stared, captivated by Remy's softly glowing eyes as he reached the cell.
"What's yer name, lad?"
Remy stayed silent for a moment before giving in, "Remy LeBeau."
"Frog, eh?"
"Cajun, act'lly."
"Frog, Cajun, never could tell the difference."
Remy just shrugged; the man before him was not the first to think he was French. Before Jack got the chance to open his mouth to continue talking, Remy cut in.
"So why did yuh bring me here?"
Jack smirked, "Pirate loot."
Remy's eyes glowered dangerously, "What, yuh gonn' sell me on some slave market, like that other captain planned to?"
Jack put his index finger to his chin, "That's not a bad idea…"
Oh, Jack had some plans in mind for his captive, but there was no need for Remy to know about it.
Remy glared at the man for a moment as he considered his options. He could either be locked in this small cell until the Captain decided it was time to get rid of him, or he could work for the man. It was not like he knew how to get back to his own time anyway.
Even though he was famished, ill and in desperate need of water, he was still the incarnated perfection of grace. He moved as gracefully and silently as a cat across the small cell to the the iron bars that separated the two men. "I've got a proposition f' you, mister...?"
"Captain Sparrow." Jack amusedly raised an eyebrow, "And what could that proposition possibly be?"
Remy smiled, adding all of his charm into his husky voice. Sure, it hadn't worked the last time, but that might have been because he hadn't been focused enough. "What would y' say, to me workin' fuh you, 'stead of bein' locked away down here to no use, eh?" Jack could feel Remy's charm like a soft caress on the very edges of his mind, but he wouldn't - couldn't - fall for it like everyone else. Remy could feel this as well, and was quite put off, though he didn't show it in any way. He could charm the pants of the mighty Shadow King if he wanted to, but he couldn't even affect this pirate captain even the slightest! He kept his poker face on while he was raging with frustration inside.
"Why would I have ye in me crew, lad? I have enough men, trusty men they all are, what use do I have of ye, a captive that most likely will run off at the first chance he gets?"
"I'm a man o' my word."
"Ye any good with scrubbin' the deck?"
"Ah'm a fast learner."
'And yer like a wild, exotic bird that wants to get out of the cage before ye die o' insanity', Jack mused. He didn't trust people, and LeBeau was no different. But it would be a shame to keep such a beauty locked behind bars, even if it was a pretty sight. He let his eyes wander over Remy's handsome face and long, lean body that had been stripped off everything except for the Kevlar shirt and pants.
Remy noticed this, and he debated hard with himself. He had grown up on the streets of New Orleans, he had learned more than once that sex was something he could bargain with. And though he rarely made deals that included sex, it would be a whole lot better than being stuck in the tiny cell. The fire in his eyes died as he made his offer, "And I'm very good at keepin' a bed warm…"
Jack looked back up at Remy's face. He pretended to think about the matter for a moment, but he had already made his decision.
"Welcome t' the Black Pearl, LeBeau."
Jack held out his hand, and Remy reached out through the iron bars to shake it and close their deal. Jack looked down at Remy's fingers, so long and slender and soft to the touch. He ignored the need to continue to touch the other man's hands and reached for the keys to the cell that he carried on his belt.
Remy followed the slightly shorter man up to the main deck. The evening sun warmed his face and the wind played with his quite dirty hair. He immediately attracted the attention of the other men onboard as he took a look around the deck.
Not feeling in the mood for being friendly and chatty, he simply just smiled a hello at the ones he passed as he made his way to the railing to look out over the ocean. Nothing but sky and water in sight, of course.
Gibbs had stared open-mouthed as he had locked eyes with the red-eyed man. He quickly made his way to the Captain.
"It's bad luck ta have demons onboard, Jack!" he said with a low hissing voice.
The two men turned their heads to look at Remy who made his way inside the forecastle. Jack then placed an arm around his old friend's shoulders as he led the way out of ear shot from the other men.
"Gibbs… ye remember tha' story that ol' Toole always babbled 'bout?"
Gibbs frowned as he searched his memories for said story. As he saw his friend was unable to remember it, Jack rolled his eyes as he cited, "Only one with eyes of fire burning bright, shall open the door in the dead of night, and reveal a truly amazing sight --"
"--The greatest treasure known to man", finished Gibbs. "Ye mean that the boy…?"
Jack grinned michiviously, "Stranger things have happened, mate."

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Ladyjanelly, jaggerra and Anon; I hope the three of you are not too disappointed with how the story is turning out. Thanks for your reviews! :)
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