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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5,123
Reviews:
45
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0
Currently Reading:
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Spanish Gold
The Saiker
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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 not 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.
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Chapter 4 – Spanish Gold
Will put the spyglass down. “She’s loaded down all right. She’s got to be carrying enough gold that every man aboard the Pearl could retire.”
Jack grinned. “But what would be the fun o’that, eh? I already tried that, mate. It’s not at all what it’s cracked up to be. What colors are we flyin’, whelp?”
“Spanish. What colors would you think we’d be flying?”
“Oh. Good.” Jack turned to walk away, the grin having disappeared. “I think I’ll go rest till it’s over. You don’t need me underfoot durin’ a battle.”
“Good idea, Jack.”
Jack deflated completely. “O’course it is.” He walked into the Captain’s Cabin, his shoulders rounded, and slammed the door.
Will watched him go. /At times he’s almost back to his old self. I wish he could stay that way. That doctor had better be able to fix his eyes!/ He started calling orders and took the helm. The crew prepared for battle. As they neared the Playa del Luz, they raised their colors and fired a warning shot across her bow. The Spanish ship answered with her cannons but fell short. Will steered in close to the Luz, giving the Pearl’s cannons a good aim to disable the other ship.
Cannons flared between the ships. The Pearl was firing grape shot, not wanting to sink the Luz but only to kill the people on it. The Luz, on the other hand, was playing for keeps. Will steered the Pearl close to the Luz. “Prepare to board!”
The Luz fired a close range shot, hitting the Pearl at the waterline. Will ordered all cannons to the far side of the ship, and the Pearl tilted just enough to temporarily keep from sinking. A repair crew of four went to fix it as the rest of the crew threw their grapnels and drew the ships together and secured them for boarding. Will noticed Jack walk quickly and determinedly out of the cabin and to one of the bilge pumps next to the mainmast, drafting three other men to help him as he went.
Grappling hooks flew into the Spanish ship’s rigging, and pirates swung over by the dozens, cutlasses in hand, to be met by the crew and soldiers on the other ship. Many had been killed by the grape shot, of course, but they seemed to pour from the lower decks like ants in their attack of the pirates on the quarterdeck. The deck of the Luz was bright with blood, and draped with bodies, both pirate and Spanish, though there were far more uniforms among the dead. Will tied the wheel with the ready line to keep it steady on course while he reached behind him to pull one of the two dozen flintlocks he’d augmented for battles out of the barrel he kept them in, and steadied it across the wheel itself, using the tiny spyglass that he’d added atop it to make sure his aim was true. He was glad that he’d rifled the barrels of the flintlocks the way he did; every time he fired, a Spaniard dropped. When he’d finished with the two-dozen shots, he started the arduous task of reloading. He didn’t dare move from the helm, so reloading the flintlocks was the best thing he could do anyway.
He did watch Jack with the bilge pump crew. Jack was helping as much as any other man, wooden leg or not. Will had noticed that Jack barely limped with it, and that the crew didn’t seem to notice that it wasn’t a natural leg thanks to the way it was designed. Jack had joked originally about the thing turning the wrong way, but it hadn’t happened so far. In fact, the only time Jack removed it was when he slept, and he kept it above his pillow against the headstand so that he could find it at a moment’s notice. Come to think of it, that was the only thing he DID remove when he went to bed.
He saw a Spaniard trying to board the Pearl, so he grabbed the flintlock he’d previously reloaded and brought it to bear, killing the man as he fired. And so it went. The pirates taking down the crew of the Luz, with Will backing them up with his flintlocks, all the while watching Jack to make sure he didn’t get hurt.
When it was over, they had a total of twenty-seven Spaniards, crew and soldiers combined, locked in the brigs of the two ships, and a Spanish galleon filled with gold that would have gone to Spain had it not been for them. /Had it not been for JACK insisting we take her!/ They started shoving the dead Spaniards off the ship, moving the bodies of the dead pirates to the side for a proper burial at sea after they got moving again.
Will started looking over the dead from the Pearl’s crew and stared in shock. All three of the other pilots were among them. He had nobody to take the helm of the Spanish ship. He thought about it. /I wish Jack could see…he could steer the Pearl through a narrow cove blindfolded…er…blind?/ He couldn’t believe he was thinking it, but…hadn’t Jack known which direction they were heading? /With an extra pair of eyes assigned to him, why not?/ He just wished he could watch him do it…watching Jack sail was something that Will had never gotten over.
As he walked across the plank that had been wedged between the two ships, he noticed that his repair crew had finished with the hole in the bulkhead, and the cannons that had been moved away were being moved back. The bilge crew seemed to have finished as well, which was lucky. “Jack! I need you in our cabin right away! We have a little emergency!” He walked to the cabin and went in, waiting for Jack.
Jack entered the cabin and stood in the doorway. “What emergency, Captain?”
“Jack, please don’t call me that.”
“Fine. What emergency…whelp?”
“That’s better. We seem to be a pilot short. All three of my extras were killed in the attack, and I somehow don’t want a Spaniard at the helm of either the gold or the Pearl.”
“And what do you want me to about it?” Jack definitely sounded sarcastic.
Will thought he knew what was wrong. “Jack, when we turned around to pursue the Luz, you told me that you knew what direction we were going. I know you know the winds…you’ve been my barometer since you came aboard three weeks ago, so the weather won’t daunt you either. I’ll be sailing the Luz within sight of you with you in the lead, so you won’t have to worry about anything in that respect. I’ll attach someone to you in case you need a second opinion on what you know is out there, and to let you know if I need to signal you. I want you to pilot the Black Pearl.”
“Where? The Isle of Night? The Sea of Darkness? You’re mad to want a blind man to pilot the Pearl.”
“Look, Jack. It’s horrible that you’re blind at the moment. We’re going to get it fixed once we dump this treasure. But we’ve got to MOVE this treasure so that we can keep it. And since you’ve already admitted to me that the Pearl is talking to you again, and because she loves you so much that she’s stopped falling apart in mourning over you…you ARE going to pilot the Pearl to the Isla del Muerta to help me drop this gold off. You ARE going to stop feeling sorry for yourself. And you ARE going to put up with THIS for just a moment…” He qly rly reached in and grabbed Jack, holding him close.
Jack struggled, trying to break free, but Will held him firmly with all his blacksmith’s strength. After a minute or so of thrashing and sobbing, Jack stopped struggling, almost standing limp, resigned to the touch of the younger man, which became gentle, stroking his arms with two fingers. Will could feel him still sobbing, but the older man had stopped making any noise. Will gently kissed Jack’s forehead through the tangled mass of hair and let go.
Jack stumbled backward, falling against the corner of the door, sliding to the floor, his head bowed and his hands trembling. He clenched and unclenched his fists to stop them. The voice that came out of the matted tangle of hair was calm; almost a whisper. “I’ll pilot the Pearl for you. But if you do ever that again, William Turner, I’ll kill you.” He meticulously picked himself off of the floor and walked out, not saying a word.
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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 not 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 4 – Spanish Gold
Will put the spyglass down. “She’s loaded down all right. She’s got to be carrying enough gold that every man aboard the Pearl could retire.”
Jack grinned. “But what would be the fun o’that, eh? I already tried that, mate. It’s not at all what it’s cracked up to be. What colors are we flyin’, whelp?”
“Spanish. What colors would you think we’d be flying?”
“Oh. Good.” Jack turned to walk away, the grin having disappeared. “I think I’ll go rest till it’s over. You don’t need me underfoot durin’ a battle.”
“Good idea, Jack.”
Jack deflated completely. “O’course it is.” He walked into the Captain’s Cabin, his shoulders rounded, and slammed the door.
Will watched him go. /At times he’s almost back to his old self. I wish he could stay that way. That doctor had better be able to fix his eyes!/ He started calling orders and took the helm. The crew prepared for battle. As they neared the Playa del Luz, they raised their colors and fired a warning shot across her bow. The Spanish ship answered with her cannons but fell short. Will steered in close to the Luz, giving the Pearl’s cannons a good aim to disable the other ship.
Cannons flared between the ships. The Pearl was firing grape shot, not wanting to sink the Luz but only to kill the people on it. The Luz, on the other hand, was playing for keeps. Will steered the Pearl close to the Luz. “Prepare to board!”
The Luz fired a close range shot, hitting the Pearl at the waterline. Will ordered all cannons to the far side of the ship, and the Pearl tilted just enough to temporarily keep from sinking. A repair crew of four went to fix it as the rest of the crew threw their grapnels and drew the ships together and secured them for boarding. Will noticed Jack walk quickly and determinedly out of the cabin and to one of the bilge pumps next to the mainmast, drafting three other men to help him as he went.
Grappling hooks flew into the Spanish ship’s rigging, and pirates swung over by the dozens, cutlasses in hand, to be met by the crew and soldiers on the other ship. Many had been killed by the grape shot, of course, but they seemed to pour from the lower decks like ants in their attack of the pirates on the quarterdeck. The deck of the Luz was bright with blood, and draped with bodies, both pirate and Spanish, though there were far more uniforms among the dead. Will tied the wheel with the ready line to keep it steady on course while he reached behind him to pull one of the two dozen flintlocks he’d augmented for battles out of the barrel he kept them in, and steadied it across the wheel itself, using the tiny spyglass that he’d added atop it to make sure his aim was true. He was glad that he’d rifled the barrels of the flintlocks the way he did; every time he fired, a Spaniard dropped. When he’d finished with the two-dozen shots, he started the arduous task of reloading. He didn’t dare move from the helm, so reloading the flintlocks was the best thing he could do anyway.
He did watch Jack with the bilge pump crew. Jack was helping as much as any other man, wooden leg or not. Will had noticed that Jack barely limped with it, and that the crew didn’t seem to notice that it wasn’t a natural leg thanks to the way it was designed. Jack had joked originally about the thing turning the wrong way, but it hadn’t happened so far. In fact, the only time Jack removed it was when he slept, and he kept it above his pillow against the headstand so that he could find it at a moment’s notice. Come to think of it, that was the only thing he DID remove when he went to bed.
He saw a Spaniard trying to board the Pearl, so he grabbed the flintlock he’d previously reloaded and brought it to bear, killing the man as he fired. And so it went. The pirates taking down the crew of the Luz, with Will backing them up with his flintlocks, all the while watching Jack to make sure he didn’t get hurt.
When it was over, they had a total of twenty-seven Spaniards, crew and soldiers combined, locked in the brigs of the two ships, and a Spanish galleon filled with gold that would have gone to Spain had it not been for them. /Had it not been for JACK insisting we take her!/ They started shoving the dead Spaniards off the ship, moving the bodies of the dead pirates to the side for a proper burial at sea after they got moving again.
Will started looking over the dead from the Pearl’s crew and stared in shock. All three of the other pilots were among them. He had nobody to take the helm of the Spanish ship. He thought about it. /I wish Jack could see…he could steer the Pearl through a narrow cove blindfolded…er…blind?/ He couldn’t believe he was thinking it, but…hadn’t Jack known which direction they were heading? /With an extra pair of eyes assigned to him, why not?/ He just wished he could watch him do it…watching Jack sail was something that Will had never gotten over.
As he walked across the plank that had been wedged between the two ships, he noticed that his repair crew had finished with the hole in the bulkhead, and the cannons that had been moved away were being moved back. The bilge crew seemed to have finished as well, which was lucky. “Jack! I need you in our cabin right away! We have a little emergency!” He walked to the cabin and went in, waiting for Jack.
Jack entered the cabin and stood in the doorway. “What emergency, Captain?”
“Jack, please don’t call me that.”
“Fine. What emergency…whelp?”
“That’s better. We seem to be a pilot short. All three of my extras were killed in the attack, and I somehow don’t want a Spaniard at the helm of either the gold or the Pearl.”
“And what do you want me to about it?” Jack definitely sounded sarcastic.
Will thought he knew what was wrong. “Jack, when we turned around to pursue the Luz, you told me that you knew what direction we were going. I know you know the winds…you’ve been my barometer since you came aboard three weeks ago, so the weather won’t daunt you either. I’ll be sailing the Luz within sight of you with you in the lead, so you won’t have to worry about anything in that respect. I’ll attach someone to you in case you need a second opinion on what you know is out there, and to let you know if I need to signal you. I want you to pilot the Black Pearl.”
“Where? The Isle of Night? The Sea of Darkness? You’re mad to want a blind man to pilot the Pearl.”
“Look, Jack. It’s horrible that you’re blind at the moment. We’re going to get it fixed once we dump this treasure. But we’ve got to MOVE this treasure so that we can keep it. And since you’ve already admitted to me that the Pearl is talking to you again, and because she loves you so much that she’s stopped falling apart in mourning over you…you ARE going to pilot the Pearl to the Isla del Muerta to help me drop this gold off. You ARE going to stop feeling sorry for yourself. And you ARE going to put up with THIS for just a moment…” He qly rly reached in and grabbed Jack, holding him close.
Jack struggled, trying to break free, but Will held him firmly with all his blacksmith’s strength. After a minute or so of thrashing and sobbing, Jack stopped struggling, almost standing limp, resigned to the touch of the younger man, which became gentle, stroking his arms with two fingers. Will could feel him still sobbing, but the older man had stopped making any noise. Will gently kissed Jack’s forehead through the tangled mass of hair and let go.
Jack stumbled backward, falling against the corner of the door, sliding to the floor, his head bowed and his hands trembling. He clenched and unclenched his fists to stop them. The voice that came out of the matted tangle of hair was calm; almost a whisper. “I’ll pilot the Pearl for you. But if you do ever that again, William Turner, I’ll kill you.” He meticulously picked himself off of the floor and walked out, not saying a word.
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TBC
A/N: Now let’s not forget to feed the plot bunnies by the door…hit the REVIEW button so that I know what to do next!