Mutants Overboard
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Pirates of the Caribbean (All) › Crossovers
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
4
Views:
4,115
Reviews:
15
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own the movie(s) that this fanfiction is written for, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
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a BIG Beta-read by the lovely Danny! Any remaining errors are entirely my fault.
For pics of X-Men and the pirates, go to: http://www.pagebarn.com/people/psylocke83/potc-xmen.html
Check out the Work in Progress Preview pic of Jack and Remy! (if you have a DA account, please comment!)
http://www.deviantart.com/view/12828422/
Remy's head felt like it was spinning, all he wanted was to lay down and sleep until the pain had faded. He walked into the forecastle, where the crew slept at night and barely reached the closest bunker when his legs gave out from underneath him and he fell forward onto the small bed.
He groaned at the impact but didn't move from his slightly uncomfortable pose; he was only on the bunker from the waist up, while his legs were on the hard wooden floor. He could hear someone moving closer to him, then he felt a hand on his shoulder.
"Are you okay?" asked Will worriedly. Remy would have snorted if he'd had the strength. "Here, let me help."
Will helped the mutant lay on the bed. He was quite surprised that a man of his height didn't weight much at all. He placed his palm on Remy's forehead, "Well, it doesn't seem like you have a fever. I'll get you some soup."
Remy didn't care about the young man or the offer of soup at all at that moment, all he wanted was to sleep. He hadn't felt so tired, so utterly drained, since he had returned from Antarctica…
Will noticed that the man was sleeping, and so decided to leave him alone. He walked out of the forecastle and slowly made his way across the deck with the rapidly setting sun sending its last rays of light over the dark ship. He didn't have anything in particular to do; the cannons hadn't been used in the conflict and thus didn't need to be inspected, and none of the weapons were damaged.
Will walked past the Captain's cabin when he noticed that the door was opened. He went towards it and knocked on the wall to get the pirate's attention before entering.
Jack stood by his desk and inspected different things lying upon it. Will's first assumption was that it was the loot from the merchant ship, but as he came closer he realised that it were clothes and strange accessories.
"Ah, Will!" Jack turned towards his young friend. "You might know what this s'posed to be."
Jack handed what looked like an eight inches long metallic pipe to Will, who looked puzzled as he turned it in his hands.
"Why would you think I'd know what this is?"
"Yer a blacksmith. Figured that you if anybody would 'ave a clue."
Will was about to hand it back to the pirate when he noticed a small button. He frowned and pushed it, and almost dropped the metallic stick in surprise when it extended to a two metres long staff.
"It's a…staff?"
"Ah, I knew I could count on you, luv!"
Will handed the staff to Jack, who accepted it with the same glee as a child whom received a candy cane. The young man then turned to look at the rest of the things lying on the desk. A brown leather coat, small bags containing playing cards and throwing spikes…
"Where did you find all this?"
"This belongs to our new friend, LeBeau."
Jack glanced at Will as the young man looked through a deck of cards. The soft light in the cabin showed off Will's perfect profile in an erotic way. Will licked his lips, unaware of the captain's lustful stares, and Jack could feel himself start to get aroused. He quickly averted his eyes, he had to keep in mind that this was the son of Bootstrap Bill. He wanted Will, but out of respect to the young man's father - a close friend and former lover - he wouldn't touch him…well, unless Will wanted him to, of course. But he would let Will take the first step if he wanted anything more out of their friendship. No point in scaring the kid away if his affections were unwelcome.
The sun started to make its way up to the blood-red sky. Seagulls started to sing their usual songs - or make their usual racket, depending on how you looked at it - and the sleeping crew started to come to in the slightly crowded forecastle.
Remy burrowed his head into the pillow. His nose was invaded by a sweaty stench that he wasn't used to, and someone snored loudly right by him. He let one eye open slightly to take in his surroundings, and saw a large, bulky, unshaved and rather dirty man sleep a few feet away from him, his mouth open and snoring unabashedly. Remy frowned, he didn't remember following anybody home last night.
He turned in his bed to get a better view of the room, and the memories soon returned. His head felt clearer, a good sign that the illness caused by the teleportation had faded. His stomach started to growl, and Remy got out of bed. He silently made his way to the door, careful not to disturb the other men, of which a few started to yawn and stretch as they slowly came to.
Remy took a deep breath when he got outside, the fresh and salty sea breeze washed over him and he smiled when the morning sun caressed his face with its warmth.
"Good morning."
Remy spun to his left at the startling voice, but relaxed as he saw a young man, a few years younger than himself it seemed, sit by the railings with a couple of big buckets of water in front of him. The boy washed himself with a wet piece of cloth, his wet curly hair was pulled back in a pony tail and the sweetest chocolate eyes looked straight at his red ones, a smile played on the boy's soft lips.
"Morning", Remy replied, his voice slightly raspy.
"You look like you need to freshen up." The young Brit motioned him over. "It's fresh water in these buckets. I recommend that you start wash yourself before the others comes out and use the water first."
Remy took a piece of cloth and dipped it into the cold fresh water, then started to wash himself. The cold water felt so good on his sweaty and dirt covered skin. Remy took off his shirt so that he could wash his upper body thoroughly, who knew when he would get a decent shower?
The boy handed him a smaller bucket, and Remy looked at him puzzled.
"For your hair", said Will with a smile. "I figured you might want to wash it."
"Thanks."
When Remy was done with washing his hair, the boy extended his right hand, "I'm Will Turner, blacksmith."
"Remy LeBeau", said the Cajun as he shook Will's hand.
"Captain Sparrow told me you were new at this whole sailing thing", said Will with a twinkle in his eyes, "so he wanted me to show you around this first day. The chef's preparing breakfast, the crew are going to eat in about fifteen minutes and then it's straight to work."
They heard the forecastle's door open, and the men started to come out. Some washed up, while others merely dipped their hands into the water. It didn't take long until most of the water was darkened with dirt and dried sweat.
Remy and Will poured out the dirty water into the ocean before joining the rest of the crew by the tables in the dining hall below deck. Will usually ate his breakfast with Jack in the Captain's cabin, but he figured he'd stay with Remy in case someone started a brawl. He had heard the men's suspicions about the handsome man during the night, and if anyone tried anything, he would stand up for his new crewmate.
The breakfast went by fairly quickly. Remy almost shoved the entire plate of bread, rice, beans and corn into his mouth at once, but restrained himself and remembered to eat slowly to not upset his starved stomach.
*
Jack went out on the deck after his breakfast and breathed deeply as he watched his men doing their chores. He saw his lovely William stand by the main mast and looked up at the sails. Jack followed his sight up to see a shirtless LeBeau up on the yard. The young beauty was together with another man, Edwards, setting the main topsail. But where Edwards had to carefully climb down the mast to the gaff to set the main sail, Remy simply took a hold of a line and swung down to the boom, where he started to release the black sail which had been handid during the night.
The landlubber impressed Jack, the other day he had been ill and unconscious, now he was swinging like a monkey from one mast to the other, setting the sails. The pirate captain watched with much interest when the handsome Cajun made his way down to the main deck to talk to Will, showing off his lean yet muscular body to anyone that cared to watch while raising a hand to move a few strands of that silky auburn hair from his face to behind his ear. A pearly white, sexy smile graced those soft lips as the demon eyes twinkled with joy. Jack smiled to himself as he remembered Remy's offer to keep his bed warm; at the moment he felt like he just wanted to drag Remy with him to his cabin and shag him deep into the mattress of his bed.
He went to take his usual place by the wheel on the quarterdeck, caressing the soft wood of his beloved Pearl's helm as his eyes once again found the two young beauties on the main deck.
Times like this he couldn't help but feel like an old perv.
For pics of X-Men and the pirates, go to: http://www.pagebarn.com/people/psylocke83/potc-xmen.html
Check out the Work in Progress Preview pic of Jack and Remy! (if you have a DA account, please comment!)
http://www.deviantart.com/view/12828422/
Remy's head felt like it was spinning, all he wanted was to lay down and sleep until the pain had faded. He walked into the forecastle, where the crew slept at night and barely reached the closest bunker when his legs gave out from underneath him and he fell forward onto the small bed.
He groaned at the impact but didn't move from his slightly uncomfortable pose; he was only on the bunker from the waist up, while his legs were on the hard wooden floor. He could hear someone moving closer to him, then he felt a hand on his shoulder.
"Are you okay?" asked Will worriedly. Remy would have snorted if he'd had the strength. "Here, let me help."
Will helped the mutant lay on the bed. He was quite surprised that a man of his height didn't weight much at all. He placed his palm on Remy's forehead, "Well, it doesn't seem like you have a fever. I'll get you some soup."
Remy didn't care about the young man or the offer of soup at all at that moment, all he wanted was to sleep. He hadn't felt so tired, so utterly drained, since he had returned from Antarctica…
Will noticed that the man was sleeping, and so decided to leave him alone. He walked out of the forecastle and slowly made his way across the deck with the rapidly setting sun sending its last rays of light over the dark ship. He didn't have anything in particular to do; the cannons hadn't been used in the conflict and thus didn't need to be inspected, and none of the weapons were damaged.
Will walked past the Captain's cabin when he noticed that the door was opened. He went towards it and knocked on the wall to get the pirate's attention before entering.
Jack stood by his desk and inspected different things lying upon it. Will's first assumption was that it was the loot from the merchant ship, but as he came closer he realised that it were clothes and strange accessories.
"Ah, Will!" Jack turned towards his young friend. "You might know what this s'posed to be."
Jack handed what looked like an eight inches long metallic pipe to Will, who looked puzzled as he turned it in his hands.
"Why would you think I'd know what this is?"
"Yer a blacksmith. Figured that you if anybody would 'ave a clue."
Will was about to hand it back to the pirate when he noticed a small button. He frowned and pushed it, and almost dropped the metallic stick in surprise when it extended to a two metres long staff.
"It's a…staff?"
"Ah, I knew I could count on you, luv!"
Will handed the staff to Jack, who accepted it with the same glee as a child whom received a candy cane. The young man then turned to look at the rest of the things lying on the desk. A brown leather coat, small bags containing playing cards and throwing spikes…
"Where did you find all this?"
"This belongs to our new friend, LeBeau."
Jack glanced at Will as the young man looked through a deck of cards. The soft light in the cabin showed off Will's perfect profile in an erotic way. Will licked his lips, unaware of the captain's lustful stares, and Jack could feel himself start to get aroused. He quickly averted his eyes, he had to keep in mind that this was the son of Bootstrap Bill. He wanted Will, but out of respect to the young man's father - a close friend and former lover - he wouldn't touch him…well, unless Will wanted him to, of course. But he would let Will take the first step if he wanted anything more out of their friendship. No point in scaring the kid away if his affections were unwelcome.
The sun started to make its way up to the blood-red sky. Seagulls started to sing their usual songs - or make their usual racket, depending on how you looked at it - and the sleeping crew started to come to in the slightly crowded forecastle.
Remy burrowed his head into the pillow. His nose was invaded by a sweaty stench that he wasn't used to, and someone snored loudly right by him. He let one eye open slightly to take in his surroundings, and saw a large, bulky, unshaved and rather dirty man sleep a few feet away from him, his mouth open and snoring unabashedly. Remy frowned, he didn't remember following anybody home last night.
He turned in his bed to get a better view of the room, and the memories soon returned. His head felt clearer, a good sign that the illness caused by the teleportation had faded. His stomach started to growl, and Remy got out of bed. He silently made his way to the door, careful not to disturb the other men, of which a few started to yawn and stretch as they slowly came to.
Remy took a deep breath when he got outside, the fresh and salty sea breeze washed over him and he smiled when the morning sun caressed his face with its warmth.
"Good morning."
Remy spun to his left at the startling voice, but relaxed as he saw a young man, a few years younger than himself it seemed, sit by the railings with a couple of big buckets of water in front of him. The boy washed himself with a wet piece of cloth, his wet curly hair was pulled back in a pony tail and the sweetest chocolate eyes looked straight at his red ones, a smile played on the boy's soft lips.
"Morning", Remy replied, his voice slightly raspy.
"You look like you need to freshen up." The young Brit motioned him over. "It's fresh water in these buckets. I recommend that you start wash yourself before the others comes out and use the water first."
Remy took a piece of cloth and dipped it into the cold fresh water, then started to wash himself. The cold water felt so good on his sweaty and dirt covered skin. Remy took off his shirt so that he could wash his upper body thoroughly, who knew when he would get a decent shower?
The boy handed him a smaller bucket, and Remy looked at him puzzled.
"For your hair", said Will with a smile. "I figured you might want to wash it."
"Thanks."
When Remy was done with washing his hair, the boy extended his right hand, "I'm Will Turner, blacksmith."
"Remy LeBeau", said the Cajun as he shook Will's hand.
"Captain Sparrow told me you were new at this whole sailing thing", said Will with a twinkle in his eyes, "so he wanted me to show you around this first day. The chef's preparing breakfast, the crew are going to eat in about fifteen minutes and then it's straight to work."
They heard the forecastle's door open, and the men started to come out. Some washed up, while others merely dipped their hands into the water. It didn't take long until most of the water was darkened with dirt and dried sweat.
Remy and Will poured out the dirty water into the ocean before joining the rest of the crew by the tables in the dining hall below deck. Will usually ate his breakfast with Jack in the Captain's cabin, but he figured he'd stay with Remy in case someone started a brawl. He had heard the men's suspicions about the handsome man during the night, and if anyone tried anything, he would stand up for his new crewmate.
The breakfast went by fairly quickly. Remy almost shoved the entire plate of bread, rice, beans and corn into his mouth at once, but restrained himself and remembered to eat slowly to not upset his starved stomach.
*
Jack went out on the deck after his breakfast and breathed deeply as he watched his men doing their chores. He saw his lovely William stand by the main mast and looked up at the sails. Jack followed his sight up to see a shirtless LeBeau up on the yard. The young beauty was together with another man, Edwards, setting the main topsail. But where Edwards had to carefully climb down the mast to the gaff to set the main sail, Remy simply took a hold of a line and swung down to the boom, where he started to release the black sail which had been handid during the night.
The landlubber impressed Jack, the other day he had been ill and unconscious, now he was swinging like a monkey from one mast to the other, setting the sails. The pirate captain watched with much interest when the handsome Cajun made his way down to the main deck to talk to Will, showing off his lean yet muscular body to anyone that cared to watch while raising a hand to move a few strands of that silky auburn hair from his face to behind his ear. A pearly white, sexy smile graced those soft lips as the demon eyes twinkled with joy. Jack smiled to himself as he remembered Remy's offer to keep his bed warm; at the moment he felt like he just wanted to drag Remy with him to his cabin and shag him deep into the mattress of his bed.
He went to take his usual place by the wheel on the quarterdeck, caressing the soft wood of his beloved Pearl's helm as his eyes once again found the two young beauties on the main deck.
Times like this he couldn't help but feel like an old perv.