The Price of Rum

Title: The Price of Rum (4/?)

Author: Lydia NightShade (Please read author’s notes)

Pairing: Jack Sparrow/Will Turner

Rating: NC-17

Warnings: AU-ish rape/non-con issues and violence because I’m sick and sadistic and went to Catholic school my whole life ^_^ And of course Slashy goodness in other words these pirates like to frolic in a gay gay way!

Archive: adult-fanfiction.org

Disclaimer: I so don’t own any of this, I wish believe me, but no it’s all crap.

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Beta: My sister…I love you!

Author’s Notes: I made a rather BIG mistake in the last chapter that you were all so sweet not to throw in my face. Ahahahaha, I wrote that there were five men in the room and four of them came after Will, however, I seemed to have, shall we say, “misplaced” the 4th m. T. That was an embarrassing phone call to my Beta, for the both of us. Arg! So my brilliant explanation for his absence is simply that he saw how our sexy William dispatched his fellow nameless thugs and ran off screaming into the night. Eureka! Problem solved.
At this time I would like to take the time to once again thank everyone for the lovely feedback! I even got some death threats! YOU LIKE ME! YOU REALLY LIKE ME!! Okay enough of that! On with the show! Erory!ory!

A/N 2: Speech “blah”; thoughts ‘blah’; passage of time/scene change~*~*~*~*~
I have no idea where I’m going with this chapter, so I guess we’ll find out together eh? Thug’s names provided by my childhood pet crow Randy, my dead fish Frank (R.I.P.) and my current fish Ralf. ^_^

Dedication: To my mommy! Har har har, we were discussing what she considered sick and demented, because I didn’t think she could handle my story, and she said, “What? He’s not chopping off body parts and eating them is he?” to which I will now reply, “THANKS FOR THE PLOT BUNNY MUMSY!! MUWAHAHAHAHAAA!!!” We’ve been on a bonding kick, can you tell?!

Barbossa stared down at the helpless form beneath him. ‘It would be so easy to just slit his throat right here and now,’ he thought, gently sliding the edge of his dagger down the side of Will’s neck. He smiled at the thought of Jack returning to his room to find the slain body of his lover lying on the mattress they’d shared. He began laughing gleefully as his pictured the look of utter horror he envisioned on Jack’s face.

‘Ah, but iu spu spare his life you can have the fun of torturing him when he wakes up,’ came the voice from his more rational side (I use that term loosely). ‘Plus, you could use him as bait to trap the rat.’ His smiled widened. With this plan he would actually get to SEE the look on Jack’s face. ‘He would be completely at my mercy,’ he thought joyfully, staring down at Will’s prone form. ‘And the boy is rather fair…I bet he screams beautifully.’ With this he ted ted laughing maniacally and rose to rouse his fallen thugs.

He kicked the dead man out of his way, as if he were a piece of furniture, and examined, Frank, the man that had been hit in the temple. ‘Well, the boy packs quite the wallop. He’s dead. Oh well.’ He then moved over to Ralf, the man that had been bashed over the head. He was still breathing, so Barbossa kicked him in the side to wake him up.
Ralf jolted up and looked around confused, “what happened? Where’s that littlnt?!nt?!”
Barbossa looked at him with scorn, “I took care of him, seeing as none of you seem to be able to handle a 20 year old boy!” he sneered. “Although, at least you didn’t run away like Randy, when I find him, he’ll have a slow death.”

He helped Ralf to his feet and motioned toward the bed. “Pick him up and follow me,” he ordered walking over to the window. He picked up the sheets and began tying them together. They could shimmy down the side of the building, caring aconsconscious person, without causing a commotion. Once finished, he tied one end to the bureau and threw the other out the window. “Don’t drop him,” Barbossa commanded in a deadly voice as he made his way down the wall. The three dark figures made their way down the wall and disappeared into the night.

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‘Sweet mother of crap I’m tired,’ Jack thought as he lazily made his way into the tavern. He stopped at the bar to get a drink before heading up to the very eager young man he was sure was waiting for him. “Rum, no ice,” he said as he lowered himself onto a stool.

“No wonder you and that kid get along so well,” the bartender spoke as his filled a glass with the sweet liquid and handed it to Jack.

“What do you mean?” Jack asked, confused, he’d never spoke to this person before.

“That kid your staying with. He came down earlier and got a whole bottle of the stuff. Heh, maybe he started the party without you,” the man laughed good-naturedly.

Jack’s eyes grew wide, and he almost choked on his rum, “HE LEFT THE ROOM?!” he shouted furiously.

The bartender just flashed him a nervous grin. “Um, yeah. He came down around dusk. Is there a problem?”

Jack downed his drink in one gulp and slammed the glass back down on the counter. “No, not for you,” he said rising from his seat and storming up the stairs to his room. ‘That little bugger! I give him one order, /one/! And he disobeys it!’ his angry ramblings stopped short as he came across a small serving boy propped up against a cart of food, unconscious, in front of his room. He shook the boy gently. “Wake up lad. What happened?”

The boy opened confused, groggy eyes. “I was…I was coming up to bring room 12 it’s meal…when someone grabbed me from behind…they shoved this rag over my face…smelled sweet…then it all goes blank.” The boy struggled to his feet and looked at the food, “Oh wonderful! It’s cold. I’m going to be in so much trouble,” he whined, still groggy from the drug.

Jack felt a twinge of panic go through him. ‘Will went to the bar, where anyone could have seen him, the only person Will would open the door for was attacked right outside our room …this does not bode well,’ he thought feeling butterflies in his stomach. “No you aren’t. I’m in room 12 and you can el oel our dinner order,” he said rushing into the room.

He fumbled with the door, his nervous fingers making it difficult to turn the key. The room was dark. “Will?” he called in an anxious voice. When there was no response he reached for the oil lamp and lit it. What met his eyes made him gasp, “Oh god!” he shouted seeing the blood stained curtains. His eyes then found the two dead men lying in a pool of blood, rum and broken glass. “Will! Will, where are you?!” he shouted, frantically searching through the room. He checked everywhere, but Will just wasn’t there. “Where the hell is he?” the worried captain asked to the empty room. ‘The bartender!’ he thought as he raced back down the stairs.

“WHERE THE HELL IS HE?!” Jack growled as he reached over the bar and grabbed the innocent man by the front of his shirt.

“I-I-I-I don’t know! I swear! I gave him his rum and he went back up stairs! Honest! He was in a hurry too,” the frightened man squeaked, putting his hands up in submission.

Jack released him and sank down on a stool again. He placed his head in his hands and took a deep, calming breath. ‘Calm down, panic will not help this situation. If you want to find him you need an idea of where to start.’ He raised his head and asked the bartender, more calmly this time, “tell me, /exactly/, what happened when he came down…and I mean /everything/.” He spoke, staring the bartender straight in the eyes.

“Okay…well, like I said, it was around dusk when your little friend came down to the bar and ordered a bottle of rum.”

“Why would he do that?! He hates rum!” Jack interrupted, looking even more confused than before.

“I don’t know, I didn’t ask. It’s not my job to ask ever customer why they’re drinking,” he said slightly annoyed.

“I know, I’m sorry, please continue,” he apologized, not really meaning it, this man was starting to get on his nerves.

“Like I said,” the man spoke in a haughty voice, “you’re little friend came down for a bottle of rum, nice looking fellow, not my type though,” Jack gritted his teeth at the thought of this low life ogling HIS Will, but suppressed his rage and listened instead. “As I was going to get his order this big group of rowdy, already drunk, “gentlemen” came in and started causing a ruckus, so I decided to serve them first, your boy didn’t seem to mind so I put him on hold,” the bartender spoke as he cleaned some glasses. “Anyway, when I got around to filling his order, your little friend appeared to have made one of his own,” he said suggestively raising his eyebrows.

Jack was furious. He knew Will wouldn’t talk to anyone in this god-forsaken hellhole unless they approached him first. “What happened? What did he look like? Was there more than one? Did they follow him?” Jack was sputtering out questions so fast there was no time for the bartender to answer.

“Listen buddy! I don’t need to be dealing with some lover’s tryst, okay! If your little bed warmer hoped in with someone else, it ain’t my problem! I have customers to be attending to, excuse me. Let me know when the tramp comes wandering home, I’ll send up another bottle,” the man smirked and started placing glasses on the counter.

Jack was incensed, he grabbed the man’s wrist, and in the blink of an eye, reached into his boot, pulled out his dagger, and jabbed it through the man’s hand, pinning it to the counter.

“BLOODY HELL MAN! WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU’RE DOING?!” the bartender screamed, his body shaking and blood seeping from the wound onto the counter top. Jack grabbed the front of his shirt again and pulled the man within an inch of his face. “No one calls my lover a whore. Now you listen, and you listen good! I don’t care what happens to you, now either you tell me everything I want to know or I’ll start chopping off fingers and eating them!” he sneered in a low, deadly voice, twisting the blade ever so slightly.

“Oh god! Okay, okay! As best I can tell thy way wanted to buy him a drink, liked his earring, thought he’d be a hot little tart, I don’t know. Your friend didn’t look too happy to be getting so much attention. He took his order and ran back up stairs,” the bartender spoke in a shaky frightened voice.

“What did the man at the bar do afterward?” Jack asked, twisting the knife again.

“AH! He asked me if I knew who the…puppet…was,” the bartender answered, practically crying now from the intense pain.

Jack gasped, ‘Puppet?! No, no, no, it couldn’t be…he’s in jail for life, I saw to that myself…oh god don’t let it be him,’ Jacked snapped out of his panic and shook the now weeping bartender, “What did you say to him?!” Jack screamed his desperation clear for all to see.

The man looked at him pitifully. “I told him I didn’t know his name, but I knew he was staying in room twelve with some pirate captain with a red bandana,” he sobbed, looking like he wanted to sink into the ground
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Jack froze. He couldn’t move, couldn’t think, couldn’t speak. This man had led possibly the most twisted man in the known world right to his lover’s door.

The bartender was shaking and sobbing, begging Jack to take out the knife. He didn’t understand why the pirate was just standing there staring off into space. He tried one more time, “Look,” he spoke, his voice shaky, “I told you everything I know, now will you please take the knife out of my fucking hand?!” he pleaded through gritted teeth. Jack turned to him and spoke as if he was still in his own little world, “bad news my friend.”

The man looked at him with pleading eyes, “What’s that?” he sobbed, not sure he wanted the answer.

Jack only smiled as he leaned in closer, “I’m hungry…”


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A dark ship sat adrift in the vast night ocean with the sails slightly tattered and the crew moving like shadows from a nightmare forever tending to their hellish deeds. A lone figure stood at the wheel, his insane cackling echoing throughout the night air. In the belly of the ship, in a locked room, lay the unconscious form of a young man. He was on his side, his hands hiding his face. The cuffs around his wrists were chained to an iron rung nailed down to the wood floor. He was barefoot.

Will began to stir, his head moving slightly, and small moans of discomfort coming from his lips. His eyes fluttered a few times before he finally decided to keep them open. As his vision cleared, he noticed the cuffs on his wrists. Memory of the fight came crashing back and he shot upright, his head turning frantically surveying the room. When he found he was alone, he released the breath he didn’t realize he had been holding. ‘Where am I? Where’s Jack?’ his eyes found the chain that was attached to his cuffs and he followed it to the iron rung. He tugged on the chain to see how strong it was, and to his disappointment, it was quite sturdy.

‘Not going to be escaping that way,’ he thought dejectedly. Feeling the rocking of his surroundings, he quickly realized that he wasn’t on dry land anymore. He looked around the room, searching for any kind of a way out and became more discouraged. ‘No windows, one locked and probably guarded door, and even if it wasn’t locked I’m chained to the floor, on a mystery ship, sailing to god knows where, and no one knows where I am!’ he thought, getting more and more frantic as the hopelessness of his situation became clear to him. He fought back the panicked tears that tried to escape his eyes. ‘Don’t cry, be strong, think!’ he tugged on the chains again, even rising to his feet to get more leverage, but they didn’t give. He fell to the floor and put his head in his hands again.

He allowed a sob to leave his throat before he calmed again, pulling his knees up to his chest and placing his forehead against them. He shook his head in disbelief. ‘How ironic, a free bottle of rum cost me my freedom.’ A bitter laugh escaped his lips before he started tearing up again. He was scared, he missed Jack, and he had no idea what this mad man wanted to do with him. His stomach started to rumble, reminding him that he hadn’t eaten and his body shivered from the damp cold of the room. ‘Why did I leave the room? I’m such a fool! Jack’s probably so angry he won’t even try to find me.’ That thought finally caused the tears to fall down his face. ‘I’m so sorry, Jack. Iuld uld have listened. I was just trying to surprise you.’

He lifted his head when he heard the door to his cell open. ‘Show no fear,’ he thought as he rose to his feet to meet his captor. He took a calming breath as he saw a tall, dark figure emerging from the shadows that surrounded the small circle of light he was standing in. “Who are you? What do you want?” he asked, thankful his voice didn’t shake. The figure didn’t answer, only quickened its pace. Will unconssly sly started backing up as the figure was almost upon him and he still didn’t know who it was. He opened his mouth once more to speak but before he could make a sound, the figure backhanded him across the face, catching him off guard and sending him to the floor.

Will looked up, holding his face, at the figure that struck him. “You!” he shouted angrily, narrowing his eyes.

“Yeah, it’s me. I came for a little payback, nothing’s going to save you now, runt,” sneered Ralf.

He swiftly kicked Will in the ribs, causing the young man to curl into a fetal position. He laughed at the pained expression on Will’s face and grabbed him by the shirt collar, lifting him up. He slammed Will up against the wall as he slapped him across the face repeatedly. Will didn’t fight back, he was still slightly groggy from the drug and the hits were coming too fast. Then, just as suddenl the they had began, the hits stopped. He dared to open his eyes only to find the smirking face of his attacker.

“Just as I thought, you’re a weak little shit. What’s the matter? Can’t fight unarmed?” Will remained silent, gasping for air. Ralf ran his eyes up and down Will’s body, surveying what he had to offer. He ran his finger over Will’s bottom lip leaning in to kiss him, but Will turned his head. “What’s the matter you little tramp, can’t handle a real man?” he asked angrily, reaching down to grope Will.

“Not true,” Will said seductively, smiling up at Ralf as he placed his hands on top of Ralf’s shoulders. “I just don’t believe in bestiality, you filthy swine!” he shouted as he kneed Ralf in the balls. Ralf jackknifed forward in pain, and Will grabbed his head by the ears and slammed it into his knee. Ralf’s head bounced back up and Will promptly backhanded him, sending him to the floor in a painful heap.

Will slide down the wall, holding his head. He had a massive headache from all the blows his head had suffered.

“You little shit! You’re going to pay for that!” Ralf screamed, recovering sooner than Will expected. The enraged man lunged at him, grabbing him by the neck. He lifted the young man off the floor again, this time by his throat.

Will was trying desperately to remove Ralf’s fingers from his throat as his feet slowly lost contact with the floor. ‘This is it,’ he thought as he felt the consciousness slipping away again.

Just as he was sure he’d pass out, the grip on his neck was gone. He fell to the floor, holding his neck and gasping for breath. It was then he heard that voice again, “never did like Ralf, wouldn’t you agree, poppet?”

Will looked up with frightened eyes. There before him was his worst fear. Standing behind the limp form of Ralf, who now had a sword sticking out of his gut. Barbossa was staring at the body as you would a work of art, before he shrugged and pushed the body off his sword. It landed with an unceremonious thud next to Will’s feet.

“On to more important matters,” Barbossa spoke, raising his sword to hold the point at Will’s neck. “Get up.”

Will rose slowly, mindful of the blade that never left his throat. “W-what do you w-want?” He asked, mentally scolding himself for his shaky voice.

Barbossa looked at him with lustful eyes, moving closer so that his feet touched Will’s. “Why what I’ve always wanted,” he spoke darkly, “revenge.” He grabbed the back of Will’s head and covered Will’s lips with his own in a bruising kiss. Will’s eyes filled with shock and horror, he struggled trying to get free, but the pirate was just too strong for him. Finally the man released him, needing air. “Now I see why Sparrow keeps you around, poppet, you taste like honey.” Will looked up at him with hatred in his eyes and spit in his face.

The smile vanished from Barbossa’s face and his hand flew up to Will’s neck. He squeezed harder and pressed his forehead against Will’s, staring the boy right in the . “T. “That was not very smart, puppet.”

He ran his free hand through the silky curls of Will’s hair, taking time to breath in their scent. Will tried to kick him, in a desperate attempt to free himself from the death grip on his neck. He hit Barbossa’s shin, causing him to cry in pain. Enraged he lifted Will off the floor by his neck and threw him across the room. He flew towards the wall, but midway the slack in the chains ran out and Will’s body was jerked to a halt, almost dislocating his shoulders. He groaned in pain and curled up into a ball once again.

Barbossa calmly walked over to him and grabbed Will’s hair again, forcing the boy to look at him. “I think you need to learn some manners, poppet.” He grinned and the insane twinkle appeared is eis eyes again. “Besides, we have to do something before my little Sparrow comes home to roust, now don’t we?” He snapped his fingers and a man appeared from the door carrying an object. He handed it to Barbossa and left. “This is my favorite toy to use for punishment.” He spoke as if having a casual conversation. He brought the object into the light for Will to see and Will paled.

“It’s a lovely whip, isn’t it?” he spoke, admiring the craftsmanship of the handle. “It’s been so long since I’ve been able to use her…twenty years, I’ll have you know. Oh but don’t worry, I’m sure I’ll pick it back up,” he said, smiling down at Will and delighting in the fear he saw in his chocolate eyes. “Time to learn you lessons, poppet. Rule one, never defy me!” he shouted as the whip came crashing down.

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Jack stormed onto his ship. He had gto eto every single crewman’s room and literally dragged them out of their beds. “On your feet men! We set sail as soon as we’re able!” he’d shouted before storming off to the next room.

He now stood at the wheel watching as the sleepy crew scrabbled about the deck, trying to prepare the ship for sail. He was still in a state of shock. He could not believe twas was happening. He had locked that mad man away twenty years ago. How could he have escaped and found him? Of all the enemies he’d made in his thirty-five years of life, why did it have to be Barbossa that kidnapped his lover?

“What he must be doing to him,” he said softly before taking a moment to collect himself. He shook his head, ‘No. I mustn’t think about that right now…I will find him, and I will save him…I just hope there’s something left to save.”

A hand on his shoulder jolted him out of his thoughts. He turned to find Craig staring at him with sympathetic eyes. “Are you alright Captain?” he asked rubbing circles on Jack’s back.

“I’m fine. Will is missing, we’re going to find him,” he stated bluntly, turning back to monitor the crew.

“Oh is he missing? I hadn’t even noticed. Hope it’s nothing serious. Can I get you something to eat?” he asked, not sounding particularly concerned.

Jack smiled at him and s his his head. “No, I had a light snack at the bar,” he said, smirking.

Craig’s smile faltered, but he recovered it before Jack noticed. “Gee, you must be tense with sweet little William in so much peril and all that…How about a back rub?” he asked hopefully.

Jack observed him as if he’d just spoken of electricity in the 17th century. “No, that’s okay…I just want to get sailing. I’ll feel better when we’re out in the water.”

Craig looked at him dejectedly. “How about I just rub your shoulders?”

He reached over to do it but Jack swatted his hands away, “I’m fine! What the hell is wrong with you?!” he shouted, sounding annoyed and confused.

Craig just shrugged. “Oh nothing, too much ale I guess, yeah that sounds good. So how do you plan on finding the whor…I mean Will?” ‘That was a close one! If he knew what I did, he’d run me through,’ Craig thought in his semi-drunken haze.

“He’s been taken by an old skeleton in my closet,” Jack whispered. “I have a pretty good idea of where he’s headed,” he added, looking off into the ocean.

Craig shrugged. “Sounds creepy, well let me know if you want that rub down, or some food, since I seem to be the coo cook,” he spoke bitterly, stumbling off down to the lower decks. But Jack was lost in his memories again and didn’t hear him.

He shuddered as memories of his experiences with Barbossa came flashing back before his eyes. He closed his eyes and placed his head in his hands, suppressing a sob. ‘No, don’t lose it now. I’m not that weak boy anymore. I buried all of that long ago. I can do this. I have to…or Will is lost,” he thought sadly. He looked down at the lower levels and realized they were ready to set sail. He gave the order and composed himself, once again becoming the confident, daring Captain Jack Sparrow.


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Another snap and another scream could be heard throughout the ship. Will hung limply from his chains that had been reattached to a rung in the ceiling, making it easier for Barbossa to hit his back. He tried to keep from screaming but the pain was unbearable. Eight angry, bloody slash marks now marred the flesh of his back. He squeezed his eyes shut, refusing to let the tears fall. ‘Won’t give him the satisfaction,’ he thought bitterly. ‘He’s going to kill me. I don’t think I can take much more of this.’

He felt a hand on his chin and opened his eyes, looking at the smiling pirate in front of him. “Most people don’t survive more than ten lashes and you’re up to eight. Would you like to try behaving, poppet?” he asked, running his thumb over Will’s bottom lip and pushing some of his curls out of his face. In too much pain to respond, Will only turned his head. “I see. You are a stubborn one, just like little Sparrow,” he said, chuckling as he moved behind Will again.

He raised the whip and Will readied himself. It came down with even more force than the previous eight and smacked right across another one of the cuts. It was just too much for Will, he dropped his head and let the familiar darkness take him once again.

“Oh, he fainted…how precious,” Barbossa smiled. He stood there, admiring his handy work. Nine lovely bleeding cuts all across the boy’s back, and in such a lovely pattern. He walked up to the limp form and ran his hand down the cuts. He smiled as his hand came back bloody. He stared at it for a moment before bringing it to his mouth to lick his hand clean. ‘Innocent blood,’ he thought, ‘is there anything sweeter?’

He released Will’s chains, allowing the body to slump to the floor in a bloody heap. He walked to the door and motioned for the guard to come in. He pointed to the young man. “Clean him up and bring him to my chambers.” He was about to leave whe tue turned, “and don’t rape him, or it’ll be your head!” he commanded before exiting the room. He walked down the corridor to his chambers. ‘Tonight, poppet, you’ll learn what real pain is,’ he laughed as he entered his room and closed the door.

“Revenge is a beautiful thing…”

Tbc…?

Muwahahahahhaha! Another cliffy kinda, I dunno. Oi bugger this was hard to write! Oh yes, I don’t remember what group, or who said it, but a member of one of my yahoo groups stated that she did a study on torture and that with whippings people rarely survived more than ten, so since I’ve already made so many historical mistakes I figured I’d try to make an effort in at least one aspect. I think it was Legolas_in_chains_1, hmmm, would make sense. Ahhhh! I don’t know!
I was having a hard time getting in touch with my dark side, damn anti-depressants! It’s so odd, I listen to happy music, I write angsty stuff, I listen to depressing music, I write happy crap! So hard to find the right song to get my angst muse to wake up! It settled for When Worlds Collide by Powerman 5000. The first half was What’s My Age Again by Blink 182, go figure! I think this is the same length chapter, I changed the format that I write in so it’s hard to tell. As always feedback makes me write faster!

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