Bound By Blood
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Pirates of the Caribbean (All) › Slash - Male/Male › Jack/Will
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
6
Views:
12,494
Reviews:
30
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
1
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I do not own the Pirates of the Caribbean movie series, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
A New Kind of Curse
Bound By Blood
By Serena-chan
DISCLAIMER: I own nothing except for my own strange little mind. (Applies to all chapters.)
“speech”
‘thoughts’
***dreams***
Chapter Three: A New Kind of Curse
Jack awoke the next morning to the smell of scrambled eggs, bacon, and toasted bread. He wondered briefly where he was before the memories of his visit with Will slowly seeped into his sleep-clogged brain.
“Oh, good, you’re awake.” Will entered carrying a plate of food which he handed to Jack. The pirate smiled his thanks and began to eat with his usual distinct lack of manners.
Will settled himself into a chair to wait for his friend to finish breakfast. It felt so good having the older man back in his life again! He wished that Jack would stay with him in the smithy forever.
When the last of the food was eaten, Will said, “Jack, look at your palm.”
The pirate did so and blinked in surprise. A thick layer of skin had healed over the wound during the night, leaving a dark pink scar as the only indication that the cut had been there at all.
“Has yer’s—?” Jack began.
Will held out his hand for Jack to examine. Sure enough, the pink scar line was the only mark on the calloused, but otherwise unmarred, skin.
“Perhaps we overreacted?” Will suggested uneasily. “After all, it’d only been a week.”
“Perhaps,” Jack mused, but he wasn’t convinced. It wasn’t just the wound, after all; it was the dreams and the sea sickness and the raging desires in his blood…
Jack shook his head to clear his thoughts. It didn’t matter now. Whatever the problem had been, it seemed to have cleared up on its own.
“Well, I expect I should be returnin’ to the Pearl. Me crew will be wonderin’ where I am.” Jack stood reluctantly.
“Oh, right,” Will murmured, feeling as though his world was suddenly beginning to spin out of control again.
“I don’t suppose…” Jack began, an almost desperate tone to his voice. “I don’t suppose ye’d want to come with me?”
Will’s heart leapt. He’d never wanted anything so badly in his life, but Elizabeth’s face came almost immediately to mind. He knew he couldn’t abandon her.
“Jack, I can’t,” he said miserably. “I-I want to. Believe me, but—”
“I understand,” Jack said quickly, and with a brief hug, he was gone.
Will felt as though his heart had been ripped from his chest. The pain was even worse than when Jack had fallen from the ledge, leaving him for the first time. Will had been convinced that his heartache was caused by the fear that his friend had impaled himself on one of the rocks below, but now, when there was no danger…why was he feeling this way?
He yelped as a searing pain shot through his hand. The wound had torn itself open, blood welling up and running down his arm.
He heard a sound behind him, and he turned to see Jack standing in the doorway, pressing a blood-soaked rag to his own palm. They stared at each other for a long time, not saying a word.
* * *
“I wish you had told me about this sooner,” Elizabeth said, examining Will’s hand carefully. “I take it Jack’s is in rather the same condition?” He nodded. “Where is Jack, anyway?”
“He’s waiting for me on the Pearl,” Will explained. “I didn’t want him to risk arrest by staying in town any longer than need be.”
Elizabeth nodded her approval, carefully bandaging Will’s hand for him. Will had told her as much as he felt he could; he told her about his wound refusing to heal, the strange illness he’d had all week, and his restless nights. He’d neglected to mention the strange connection he’d seemed to have formed with Jack; instead he explained Jack’s presence by saying that Jack was suffering from many of the same symptoms.
“Perhaps you’ve both simply contracted an illness?” Elizabeth suggested. “I wouldn’t be surprised. The Black Pearl was absolutely filthy when Barbossa ran it.”
“No, it goes beyond a mere physical ailment,” Will assured her. “I told you, my feelings have been altering, too. It’s almost as though I’m becoming incapable of loving anyone.”
That was only half true. It was becoming all to clear to Will that the only person he was capable of loving at the moment was Jack…another man! Will felt more than a little disgusted with himself, and yet he caught himself wondering if Jack felt something for him, too.
“I’m not sure how long it will take to reach this…this witch woman Jack keeps talking about, but I’ll send word if I can when I arrive there.” He paused, a great sadness coming over him. “Elizabeth, if…if for some reason I’m stuck with this ‘curse,’ I-I won’t be returning to Port Royal.”
“What?! Why not?” She looked up at him with wide eyes.
“Elizabeth, you’re an amazing person,” Will sighed. “You deserve to be with someone who can love you heart and soul. If I can’t reverse this, and we decided to get married anyway, it would all be a lie. Can you really live with that?”
There was a long pause. At last, she whispered, “I understand.”
Will smiled sadly at her and leaned in to kiss his fiancé one last time. A tear slid down her cheek as she watched the young smith’s retreating form. Somehow, in her heart, she knew it would be the last she’d see of her beloved Will.
By Serena-chan
DISCLAIMER: I own nothing except for my own strange little mind. (Applies to all chapters.)
“speech”
‘thoughts’
***dreams***
Chapter Three: A New Kind of Curse
Jack awoke the next morning to the smell of scrambled eggs, bacon, and toasted bread. He wondered briefly where he was before the memories of his visit with Will slowly seeped into his sleep-clogged brain.
“Oh, good, you’re awake.” Will entered carrying a plate of food which he handed to Jack. The pirate smiled his thanks and began to eat with his usual distinct lack of manners.
Will settled himself into a chair to wait for his friend to finish breakfast. It felt so good having the older man back in his life again! He wished that Jack would stay with him in the smithy forever.
When the last of the food was eaten, Will said, “Jack, look at your palm.”
The pirate did so and blinked in surprise. A thick layer of skin had healed over the wound during the night, leaving a dark pink scar as the only indication that the cut had been there at all.
“Has yer’s—?” Jack began.
Will held out his hand for Jack to examine. Sure enough, the pink scar line was the only mark on the calloused, but otherwise unmarred, skin.
“Perhaps we overreacted?” Will suggested uneasily. “After all, it’d only been a week.”
“Perhaps,” Jack mused, but he wasn’t convinced. It wasn’t just the wound, after all; it was the dreams and the sea sickness and the raging desires in his blood…
Jack shook his head to clear his thoughts. It didn’t matter now. Whatever the problem had been, it seemed to have cleared up on its own.
“Well, I expect I should be returnin’ to the Pearl. Me crew will be wonderin’ where I am.” Jack stood reluctantly.
“Oh, right,” Will murmured, feeling as though his world was suddenly beginning to spin out of control again.
“I don’t suppose…” Jack began, an almost desperate tone to his voice. “I don’t suppose ye’d want to come with me?”
Will’s heart leapt. He’d never wanted anything so badly in his life, but Elizabeth’s face came almost immediately to mind. He knew he couldn’t abandon her.
“Jack, I can’t,” he said miserably. “I-I want to. Believe me, but—”
“I understand,” Jack said quickly, and with a brief hug, he was gone.
Will felt as though his heart had been ripped from his chest. The pain was even worse than when Jack had fallen from the ledge, leaving him for the first time. Will had been convinced that his heartache was caused by the fear that his friend had impaled himself on one of the rocks below, but now, when there was no danger…why was he feeling this way?
He yelped as a searing pain shot through his hand. The wound had torn itself open, blood welling up and running down his arm.
He heard a sound behind him, and he turned to see Jack standing in the doorway, pressing a blood-soaked rag to his own palm. They stared at each other for a long time, not saying a word.
* * *
“I wish you had told me about this sooner,” Elizabeth said, examining Will’s hand carefully. “I take it Jack’s is in rather the same condition?” He nodded. “Where is Jack, anyway?”
“He’s waiting for me on the Pearl,” Will explained. “I didn’t want him to risk arrest by staying in town any longer than need be.”
Elizabeth nodded her approval, carefully bandaging Will’s hand for him. Will had told her as much as he felt he could; he told her about his wound refusing to heal, the strange illness he’d had all week, and his restless nights. He’d neglected to mention the strange connection he’d seemed to have formed with Jack; instead he explained Jack’s presence by saying that Jack was suffering from many of the same symptoms.
“Perhaps you’ve both simply contracted an illness?” Elizabeth suggested. “I wouldn’t be surprised. The Black Pearl was absolutely filthy when Barbossa ran it.”
“No, it goes beyond a mere physical ailment,” Will assured her. “I told you, my feelings have been altering, too. It’s almost as though I’m becoming incapable of loving anyone.”
That was only half true. It was becoming all to clear to Will that the only person he was capable of loving at the moment was Jack…another man! Will felt more than a little disgusted with himself, and yet he caught himself wondering if Jack felt something for him, too.
“I’m not sure how long it will take to reach this…this witch woman Jack keeps talking about, but I’ll send word if I can when I arrive there.” He paused, a great sadness coming over him. “Elizabeth, if…if for some reason I’m stuck with this ‘curse,’ I-I won’t be returning to Port Royal.”
“What?! Why not?” She looked up at him with wide eyes.
“Elizabeth, you’re an amazing person,” Will sighed. “You deserve to be with someone who can love you heart and soul. If I can’t reverse this, and we decided to get married anyway, it would all be a lie. Can you really live with that?”
There was a long pause. At last, she whispered, “I understand.”
Will smiled sadly at her and leaned in to kiss his fiancé one last time. A tear slid down her cheek as she watched the young smith’s retreating form. Somehow, in her heart, she knew it would be the last she’d see of her beloved Will.