The Price of Rum

Title: The Price of Rum (6/?)

Author: Lydia NightShade

Pairing: Jack Sparrow/Will Turner

Rating: R to NC-17 (just to be safe not sure how graphic I’ll get)

Warnings: AU-ish rape/non-con issues and violence, and Slash because….well, why not?

Archive: Will be archived when I post it to CIB Archive. So lazy….

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

Feedback: It’s the rum in my coke!

Beta: No beta for this part because my sister doesn’t want to read the rape scene for reasons I respect. So expect major “oopses.” Oh commas, the bane of my existence!

Author’s Notes: AHHHHHH!!! Okay people! I’m about to go bald from tearing my hair out in frustration. I did end up going to POTC on Wednesday and I got one of those little pamphlet things that tells you what the new movies are about and blah blah blah…they spell it Barbossa! And in the movie that’s how they pronounce it too. So I guess my newspaper was wrong…damn CT! I’m about to just start calling him Barbara like the spell check wants me to…AAARRRRGGGGHHHH!!! Oy, my brain is bleeding…but I digress. Alright, I know many of you wanted poor sexy Will to be rescued in this part but alas…that won’t be happening, so the other half of you are thrilled! I’m sorry but I had to let my muse have her way because I didn’t let her slash my Ada’s tires when we had lunch with him (not a total loss because I scored some $$ to go see POTC again! And he said he’d buy me a bottle of Rum for my b-day). He called my mum a bitter old bitch, for those of you that don’t know…I love my mother very much, even though I may gripe about her a bit. So it was all I could do to hold her back, so William will be taking the wrath meant for dear old Ada. However, I was thinking about writing a sort of prequel I guess you’d call it, for those of you that want some relief for Will. I was thinking of making a little thing about “When Jacky met Willy” (no pun intended, hehe…Willie). Would you guys be interested?

A/N 2: Speech “blah”; thoughts ‘blah’; passage of time/scene change~*~*~*~*~
Okay kiddies! More, rape rape, rape rape rape. Even though I will reread this myself, I’m terrible with grammar. For those of thatthat don’t like rape, just read every other section. So 1 but not 2, etc.

Dedication: To my bestest buddy…AGAIN…because when I was discussing this with her and complaining that I didn’t know what else I could do to Will because I already beat, burnt, raped, and cut him she went and gave me a fabulous idea involving the captain’s wheel…you’ll find out. ^_e ale also had a discussion on whether or not we thought Will would ever regain feeling in his nipple. When we consulted a third party asking “Hey, ___ if I put a cigar out on your nipple, do you think you’d ever regain sensation?” to which she kindly said, “I don’t think it would ever stop hurting! ….Why would you do that to me?” And the laughter ensued. Soundtrack: Missing by Evanescence.


“So close,” Jack thought desperately as they began to close the distance bet the the Black Pearl and Barbossa’s vessel. “Oh god, don’t let me be too late,” he begged.

He hadn’t slept all night. Whenever he closed his eyes he was plagued by nightmares of his own experiences or what he could predict Will was going through. And then there was Craig. The ex-first mate had been coming on to him rather strong lately and it was starting to concern him.

‘Why would he pick now, of all the times?’ he questioned. ‘He knows Will’s in danger, but he only seems to see this as an opportunity. It’s like he doesn’t care at all.’ He thought confused. The rest of the crew had been concerned when he explained the situation. Will was well liked amongst the crew. Many of the older members thought of him as an adoptive son. He was always friendly and enthusiastic about life, a refreshing change from the jaded attitude most of the men had from a hard life at sea.

Craig, however, had become increasingly cold towards Will. They seemed to get along at first, but then when Will and Jack had made their relationship known to the crew, Craig became distant and angry. Will of course never took it personally, he was far to naïve for his own good, but Jack had picked up on it. He thought it harmless at the time, but now he started to wonder.

‘It was a rather big coincidence that Barbossa knew exactly which pub to stake out, and that he picked Will out of a crowded room. Even with my earring in his ear, that would be hard to see unless you knew who and what to look for.’ He thought getting more and more concerned. ‘No…I can’t think like that. If I start doubting my own crew…I don’t need this right now,’ he thought exhaustedly. He already had enough to worry about without adding on doubt in his own crew’s loyalty. He would deal with Craig later. ‘Yes, I’m sure I’m just seeing things that aren’t there, especially with all this stress…heh…I’m becoming paranoid.’ He thought, giving an exhausted laugh.
s ths thoughts were disrupted, however, by a rather big commotion on Barbossa’s vessel. He grabbed his telescope and scanned the deck. “Will!” he shouted as he saw his lover’s form being hauled on deck, he was wrapped in a bed sheet that, to Jack’s dismay, was soaked in blood. He scowled as hw thw the figure dragging his lover up to the wheel of the ship, “Barbossa,” he growled.

He turned his attentions back to Will. The young man did not look good. He had two black eyes, and bruises all around his neck. He also seemed to be favoring his right wrist, which looked severely bruised, ‘Could be broken,’ Jack thought sadly. ‘What has that monster done to you, love?’ he thought fighting back his tears. He watched as Barbossa’s crew all gathered around to listen to what Barbossa had to say. He couldn’t hear, but he could tell that the crew was enjoying it. Will looked absolutely miserable. “What on earth is he doing?” Jack asked the early morning air.

Suddenly the sheet was pulled away from Will and he was slammed against the Captain’s wheel. “Oh god no!” Jack shouted as he stood helplessly watching Barbossa begin to rape his lover. “No, no, no, no!” he screamed as he dropped the telescope. He brought his shaky hands up to his face and tried to calm himself. He couldn’t lose it now, not yet…there would be time for that after! But he couldn’t hold it in anymore. The tears fell from behind his eyelids.

“No, not to Will. I love him so much, oh god, why him? Hasn’t he suffered enough? He doesn’t deserve this!” Jack shouted to whatever higher power would listen. His only comfort was that none of his crew was awake yet to witness his breakdown and Will’s humiliation. “Why would Barbossa do this?” He thought, staring off into nothing. He shook his head and composed himself. “We’ve got to move faster,” he thought desperately, his determination to save his lover renewed.


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Burning. His throat was burning. As Will gradually regained consciousness the pain from all his injuries hit him all at once. His head felt like it had been smashed against a brick wall, his wrist had gone numb, ais lis lower region was in absolute agony. He couldn’t move. Every slight motion causearp arp bolts of pain to race through his body. To top it all off, he was having hunger pains and his throat was on firom som screaming and lack of water. He opened blurry eyes and surveyed the room. He was alone. He ran his tongue over his parched lips only to find they had been split during the beating and started to bleed. The sheets he lay on were stiff with his own dried blood and he could feel the blood and semen caked on his thighs.

His need for water over riding thony ony of moving, he slowly rolled himself onto his stomach and tried to push himself up with his good arm. Small gasps of pain escaped his lips as he pushed himself up, his movements slow and jerky, as he reached for the table. There was still a pitcher of water on it, and it looked fairly clean, not that he really cared at that point. He grabbed the pitcher, the weight of it causing the muscles in his back to flex and releasing another gasp of pain. He rested the pitcher in his lap before he took a calming breath and lifted it to his mouth, gulping it down sloppily. He never knew water could taste so good. He paused only to take small breaths, finally finishing the entire pitcher. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, grimacing when he found blood on it.

A feeling of dread flew through his body as he heard the door open, subconsciously pulling the sheet tighter around his body. ‘Be calm, don’t panic.’ He told himself but he could already feel himself start to shake. ‘Why won’t my body listen to me?!’ he thought dejectedly as he sat there shaking like a leaf.

“Ah, I see you found the water. My you finished the whole thing, you must have been rather parched, poppet,” he laughed evilly, “Perhaps you shouldn’t scream so much…even though I do enjoy it so.” He said laughing and running his eyes up and down Will’s beaten, bruised body licking his lips. “Now, I hope you plan on earning that water you stole from me.” He said running his hand through Will’s hair.

Something in Will snapped. He couldn’t take it ane. e. This monster took him against his will, brutalized him and the bastard actually accused /him/ of being the thief! He never wanted to be there in the first place! And why did he keep calling him /poppet/?! He had a bloody name!

He screamed, jerking his head away, and grabbing the pitcher. He smashed it against the side of Barbossa’s face, knocking the man to the bed. His pain forgotten in his rage-induced adrenaline rush, he straddled his tormentor and started pounding on him with his left fist. He punched the man repeatedly, even managing to break his nose. He used the man’s shock against him. However, when he paused to reach for a shard of glass to slice the man’s throat, Barbossa recovered.

He backhanded Will dazing him, before he reversed their positions, running his nail down the cut he made, only a few hours before. Will screamed in pain and kneed Barbossa right between his legs, glaring daggers at the man. He’d had enough of being the victim. The man reacted by grabbing Will’s injured wrist and squeezing it in a vice-like grip. Will’s body arched up in pain and he let out another scream of pain.

“That was a very bad thing to do, poppet! You seem to have a very bad memory!” the old captain sneered at him. He backhanded Will across the face again before he pinned his other arm to the bed. Will tried struggling but he was so weak from blood loss and hunger that he wasn’t much of a challenge to pin.

‘Fine, let him rape me again, at least I hurt him too this time,’ he thought as triumphantly as he could in such a predicament. But to his surprise Barbossa only stared down at him.

“I am not a patient man, poppet,” Barbossa hissed.

“My name is William!” he sneered, spitting arboarbossa’s face and glaring up at him, hatred burning in his eyes.

“Not anymore! …/Poppet!/” The man screamed, yanking on Will’s hair to bring their faces closer. Will closed his eyes, the volume of the man’s voice causing his ears to hurt. Barbossa kissed him possessively, sucking on the blood from the young man’s split lip. Will shook his head to get away but Barbossa still had a good grip on his hair. Out of options he weaseled his unchained leg between their bodies and pushed the man off him. He winced in pain, but smiled at the shocked cry of discomfort that came from Barbossa.

“Ha!” he shouted triumphantly as he pegged Barbossa right in the gut. His victory was short lived, however, when the old pirate recovered and punched Will fiercely in the stomach. The look of insane rage on Barbossa’s face made him wish he’d just submitted to the mad man. His adrenaline rush gone, all painpain came crashing back to him ten fold, his injuries aggravated by the fight. Barbossa grabbed him by the hair and yanked him out of the bed.

“IF YOU DON’T WANT MERCY THEN YOU’LL BE SHOWN NONE!” He screamed, unlocking the chain and hauling the young man out of the room. Will just barely managed to grab the sheet and cover himself before he was dragged out. The grip switched from his hair to his forearm, but it was no less painful. He could barely keep up with the mad man’s pace…hell, he could barley stand with the damage done to his lower half. He stumbled and tripped, getting dragged more than lead to the top deck.

Once on deck, Will’s stomach fell at the sight of the entire crew of convicts gathering around to watch. Whatever Barbossa was planning for him was going to be humiliating and public. He was dragged up the steps to the helm. He scanned around the area looking for any sign of hope, it was then that he saw it.

“The Black Pearl!” He gasped, smiling exhaustedly and tearing up at the sight. ‘Jack /is/ coming for me!’ He was so happy he almost forgot his situation until the evil voice filled his ears again.

“Seems your great hero is almost upon us poppet…./good/. I /want/ him to witness this, knowing he can’t help you. How beautiful!” he cackled insanely. He then turned to the crew. “Attention my minions! I have an announcement to make. It seems my little poppet here, fancies himself a guest. Seems to believe he can just take what he wants and not earn his keep. Now I ask you men…is that the way we do things on this ship?” A collective, enthusiastic “No” was his answer.

“I thought not,” he said smirking and turning to gaze at Will’s worried face. He was barley able to stand on his feet, his legs wobbled and he had to lean heavily on the grip around his forearm. ‘Hmph, from defiant young man, to frightened little boy…interesting.’

“Let’s listen to our guest sing!” Barbossa shouted as he slammed Will against the Captain’s wheel so he was facing the crew. Will barley had time to register what was happening before he felt Barbossa slam into his abused body once again. He had to grasp onto the wheel, desperately trying to keep himself from falling. Barbossa ran his nails up and down Will’s back scratching at his wounds. The evil man was sucking on his neck wound once again. Will wanted to die. He’d never been so humiliated in all his life. Cruel, excited jeers came from the crew. The crude comments only made the pain worse.

He wanted to scream, to just release his sorrow, humiliation, and rage. But his voice wouldn’t cooperate. His eyes began to water but only a single tear slipped out and down his cheek. He watched the crew point and laugh and felt his soul dying. He turned his head to stare at the Black Pearl, carrying his last hope and his lover. He noticed a reflection of light flash in the early morning sky. ‘What’s that?’ realization hit him and he let out a despaired gasp, ‘No…Jack don’t watch this! I don’t want anyone to see…please just steer the ship,’ he thought desperately. He couldn’t bare the thought of his lover witnessing his humiliation and betrayal of their relationship. He noticed the light disappear and felt relief wash over him. ‘Good, it’s better he doesn’t see.’ It was bad enough that his captor’s crew had to see him like this.

Barbossa climaxed inside him once again, grunting in his ear. Will felt a shudder go through his body, ‘Please let this be over.’ Barbossa released his grip on Will’s body and the young man feel to the deck. He grabbed the sheet and wrapped it tightly around his naked body. He could feel himself bleeding again. His head felt so light, and his vision was getting blurry again. He shook his head trying to clear his vision, but it only made him dizzier. He was grabbed and hauled to his feet again, the sudden movement causing his head to spin. He had to be supported entirely by Barbossa, he couldn’t stand on his own anymore.

“Don’t pass out yet, poppet.” He hissed in his ear, “The fun’s just beginning!” Barbossa then addressed the crew once again. “He really is enjoyable men! Now I ask you, do you think it fair that he gives only me satisfaction when he stole from all of us? That water he drank shall be coming out of your rations lads.” The crew let out angry growls before shouting, “No!” once again.

Will felt his stomach turning as the panic set in. He hadn’t thought that Barbossa meant to do /this/ to him. ‘I’ll never survive this! Not now…not when Jack’s so close!’ he turned his head to look at his captor with pleading, watery eyes, “Please don’t do this…not this…I’m sorry, I’ll do whatever you want, but please don’t throw me to the crew!” he pleaded in a desperate whisper. Barbossa only smirked.

“Too little too late, poppet. I told you I’m not a patient man and I’ve given you ample opportunities to learn your place.” He sneered as the young man grabbed onto him desperately as the crew began to advance. “Enjoy him men! He’s quite a good screw and I know most of you have been imprisoned as long as I!”

Will was beyond terrified. The looks in the men’s eyes promised nothing but pain and torment for him. He held onto Barbossa’s robe and pleaded with him, “No! Please! I’ll be good! I promise! Please! I’LL BE GOOD!!” He screamed as the crew grabbed him and pulled him away from Barbossa. The sadist only laughed as he watched the frantic young man disappear in a sea of flesh.

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Jack saw his lover disappear into the mass of the crew and felt his heart tear in two. Even he had been spared that torture. He felt a burning hatred ignite inside his chest. He smashed the telescope against the wheel, needing to destroy something. He would slaughter each and every one of them.

Despite his best efforts, there was nothing else he could do to make his ship move faster. ‘The fastest ship in the whole godforsaken ocean and I can’t even save my lover from the devil,’ he thought bitterly. They were catching up, but it was still far too slow a pace to satisfy Jack. He’d awoken the crew and now he stood at the helm. ‘If I could just get closer I could at least fire the cannons.’

He was desperate he had to do something to stop the crew from hurting his lover. “Poor lad…will there be anything left of him to save?” a sad voice said from his side, he turned to see Gibbs (sp?) observing the horror on the other vessel. He gave the man a sad smile. He knew Gibbs cared for Will as a son; he had taken the boy under his wing right away. Always made sure the men were treating him fairly and that he felt welcome. “Is there nothing we can do?” He asked desperately, they could only imagine what must be happening to Will. They had seen the way the young man had begged the captain, how frantic his actions were.

“I’m afraid not, Mister Gibbs. I see no way to stop this cruelty,” Jack spoke quietly, wiping a stray tear from his face. “/Believe me/, I wish I did.” Gibbs moved closer and put his hand on Jack’s shoulder offering a small amount of comfort. Jack placed his hand over Gibbs’ and nodded his head in gratitude, they had been friends for years now, and words weren’t needed.

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Hands everywhere. No matter what he did he couldn’t escape them. Pulling, scratching, hurting, they were hurting him. When he felt the first man enter him he tried to pull away, but all those hands made it impossible. They laughed as he cried and pleaded. The evil hands molested him while others stroked his hair. He felt tongues licking and mouths kissing him. His body responded to their advances, which only encouraged them, while his soul was screaming. He looked up to see a sea of lust filled eyes leering down at him. The sheet, his only protection, had been ripped from his grasp. He groped blindly for it, desperate for something to protect him from the hands. But his wrist was grabbed and he was forced to stroke one of his tormentors.

As soon as one man climaxed inside him, another took his place. He didn’t even have time to recover before he was sent into another world of agony. He’d lost count of how many different men had assaulted him. Sweat poured down his face, mixing with his tears. When his screams became annoying to the crew, one would jam himself into the young man’s mouth. It caused Will to gag and he was beaten if he tried to pull away. When they finally finished in his mouth he was forced to swallow. He laid panting and sobbing until another man took the previous one’s place. He couldn’t take it anymore. He was being assaulted on all sides. ‘I’ll never be able to look at Jack again after this…I’m so dirty,’ he thought dejectedly. When yet another man slammed into him mercilessly he gave up and let the comforting darkness consume him, for what he hoped was the last time.

“Alright ye scallywags!” Barbossa shouted, “That’s enough.” When some of the men began to argue that they had not yet had a turn Barbossa took out his pistol (or the 17th century equivalent) and shot the first man that had spoken up. “Anyone else wish to question my orders?” he asked hopefully, when no one spoke he smirked, “I thought not. Now get back to work! We’ll be having guests shortly. I want the cannons loaded and the anchor dropped. I’ll run no more.” He watched as the crew scattered to follow his orders. He looked down to see the unconscious form of Will.

He was lying in a pool of his own blood. His opening was still bleeding and there was semen everywhere. ‘Not so proud now are we, poppet?’ he thought triumphantly as he observed the sickening scene before him. The young man was covered in bruises, his skin was unusually pale from blood loss, and he was shaking. Barbossa leaned down and retrieved the sheet that had been torn from Will and wrapped his trembling, unconscious form in it. He scooped the young man up, almost lovely, and cradled him against his chest as he carried Will back down to his chambers. Even in his unconscious state, Will still flinched from Barbossa’s touch.


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“They’ve dropped anchor!” Jack screamed excitedly. “Be ready men! We board as soon as we’re able!” He shouted smiling a bloodthirsty grin. ‘I’ll get those bastards that hurt him…as for Barbossa…’ Jack wasn’t a religious man, but at that moment he prayed. ‘/Please/, give me the strength to do this.’ He begged the higher powers. If it was necessary to give up his own life to save Will’s he was willing to make that sacrifice. He’d made that decision a long time ago. At the time, he thought that day would never come. Now…he was staring it right in the face.


Oy, crap! I’m soooo sorry this took so long! (and I think it’s a wee bit short) Every time I went to write I kept getting distracted. My social life has kicked back up again. On the plus side I’ve seen POTC three times! Yay! *ducks as UK members through crumpets at her* I love you guys! Rescue will be next chapter, and I’ll try and get working on that prequel thing for those of you that want some cutesy stuff. I don’t know if I want to make that a one shot or a multipart as well. Do you guys actually want a prequel or should I chuck the idea? I’m a little iffy on the whole thing.

Oh yeah, I messed up on Jack’s age…math never was my strong point. If he’s 30 than that would have made him 10 when he put Barbossa away, which is WAY younger than I intended so I’m going to say that he’s 36, which would make him 16 when Barbossa was abusing him and when he locked the bastard away. Oh and I know the odds of Jack being able to see what they were doing on Barbossa’s ship through the telescope is highly unlikely with the angles the ships would be proceeding in…BUT HUMOR ME!!! Besides, it makes for good angst. ^_~
Meh, the original plan with the whole captain’s wheel thing was actually to sodomize poor little William with one of the handles…but after seeing POTC with my buddy and getting a good look at just how BIG those handles are and having her whisper in my ear “Damn…that would really hurt.” I JUST COULDN’T DO IT! My muse is very upset. But those things look like they would kill him instantly and I just couldn’t do it to him…my Ada on the other hand…MUWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAA!!!

You’ll have to forgive her…she just found a new theme song “When You’re Evil” by Voltaire. As always feedback will be cherished and adored. ^_^