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Chapter 5 - Bad Patient
Witch, by Hellborne
Pirates of the Caribbean – Slash: Jack/Others, Jack/Will. NC-17.
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.
Archive: adult-fanfiction.org. If you want to put it elsewhere, no prob, just tell me the URL.
Beta: Now beta’d by my most perfect and wonderful Pendragginink and her magnificent Jackal! Hail to thee, oh modest and humble BetaGoddess!
Summary: What did Jack do to be tortured so? He would love to know. Torture, Rape, Lemon, Slash.
NOTE: I live for reviews. No reviews, no more writing. Can’t figure out if anyone likes it if they don’t review. So REVIEW! PLEEEEEEZE???
A/N: Pendragginink: I love you! I’ve done as much homework as I could, but I’m *ALWAYS* in the market for more…THANK YOU! I hope you don’t mind if I incorporate it in Chapter 6… One item…You mentioned you didn’t like the baby-carry. I would normally agree, if It weren’t for the fact that Johnny Depp (and thus Jack Sparrow) is only 155 pounds, and when I was 18 even *I* could carry that much in a baby hold and move with it…and I’m not a brawny blacksmith’s apprentice who’d had more than his share of heavy lifting by a lazy, good-for-nothing master.
Littlebird: If there’s one thing that everyone was truly afraid of, it was The Church…as heretics have always been persecuted. I know…I’m a heretic. But back then, and in some places even today, to admit to being a heretic was to call down all kinds of horrible things. NOBODY in those situations would ever admit anything of their own free will. It tended to scare the crap out of even the stoutest of men…and my take on Jack is that he’s highly intelligent and wise…he just likes to throw people off. But in the face of actual death, you’ll notice he tends to “sober up”…even in the movie he’s sort of “down in the mouth” on the gallows except for the two little instances that he just couldn’t help himself…and even that was under his breath. So I honestly think that, since he’d have known that admitting to being a witch would get him killed anyway, he wouldn’t admit it for anything as long as there was any chance of rescue.
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Chapter 5 – Bad Patient
As Will entered the room with a tray of food, he found the doctor sitting at the bedside, watching Jack as the pirate whimpered and twitched in his sleep. He pulled the doctor away and whispered, “shouldn’t we wake him? I don’t usually make him go through his nightmares.”
“For a while, he’ll need to go through them. They may help him remember what happened and get it out of his sleep. Then he’ll have fewer nightmares from it.” He eyed the gruel and water. “However, he needs food more at the moment.” He waved Will on.
Will carefully took Jack by the shoulders and lightly shook him. “Jack, wake up. It’s breakfast time.”
Jack awoke, his eyes wide with terror, the nightmare not having faded yet. Will cradled his head, trying not to move him very much. Jack wrapped his arms around Will’s torso. Will could feel just how emaciated Jack was. “Lad, it was terrible. There was a giant and a demon…” He sobbed into the boy.
Will just held him, trying not to touch his back. “It’s over, Jack. Nothing will hurt you now. I’ve brought you some food.”
Jack untangled himself, wincing, and looked around Will at the tray, then noticing the doctor. He straightened himself out as best he could, and grinned as if nothing had happened. “So what’s for breakfast?”
“Gruel and water. I don’t think you can take anything else yet, so we’re starting slowly.”
Jack made a face. “That son of a whore poured me best rum out.”
Will laughed. “If the doctor says you are to have no rum (and obviously he does), then you shall have no rum, Jack.” He grabbed the bowl of gruel and tried to feed Jack, who pushed it away.
“I can feed myself, Whelp. I’m no babe, ye know. Now, just help me sit up and I’ll get to eatin’.”
Will sat Jack forward into the doctor’s arms. He could tell Jack was in pain, but the pirate didn’t say a word, and he doubted anyone else would notice. He also noticed the blood on the bandages again, along with some yellowish stains. He pointed these out to the doctor. “It’ll weep until it’s closed. It’s not an infection, but the bandages must be changed daily or it will be. I’ll change them after he eats.” Will piled pillows behind Jack and finally leaned him back in a sitting position, then handed him the bowl and spoon.
Jack took a tentative spoonful of the slop, put the spoon down, and drank it directly from the bowl till there was nothing but dregs in the bottom. Will smiled, took the bowl and spoon, and handed him the jug of water. “Drink that slowly, Jack.”
“I know what I’m doin’, Whelp.” He took a couple of sips, and, as it didn’t make him feel ill, drank about half of the jug. “I’ll be needin’ some more o’ that gruel in a little while, whelp. I feel like I haven’t eaten for weeks.”
Dr. Abernathy nodded. “You haven’t, really. Just enough moldy bread to keep you alive, I’m afraid, with rancid water every other day. They don’t feed the prisoners very much, as they’re condemned anyway.”
“Then I’ll be needin’ that gruel within the hour. I need to get back to feelin’ myself.” He patted his ribs and winced slightly. “I guess it’ll take a little longer than I expected, eh?” He grinned.
Will looked at Jack’s splinted foot, then at the doctor. “Doctor, I know I made it to your specifications, but why gold? Shouldn’t it have been steel? Steel is stronger than gold, which is a far softer metal.”
Jack chuckled. “I can tell ye that one, Whelp. Steel in the blood would rust, and eventually kill me. Gold doesn’t rust. Is that your reasoning, doctor?”
Abernathy gaped. “Why, yes. That’s exactly the reason. I’m surprised, Captain Sparrow. What made you think of it? You don’t seem to be a man of science.”
“No, I’m not. I’m a man of plans and of action. But I’ve seen what steel does when blood stays on it o’er long, and it’s not pretty. I’ve seen gold with blood stains on it for years, and it doesn’t change. So it seemed to me that gold would be the obvious choice, as I’d rather not have me own leg slowly kill me.”
“Very good.” He turned to Will. “When should we make landfall, Will?”
“With luck, day after tomorrow.”
“Excellent. Then I can start on your captain’s leg that evening. Will, I’ll need to have someone help me with the operation. Do you wish to be here or do you have someone who wouldn’t mind?”
Will thought about it. He didn’t want to be around when the doctor removed Jack’s bones. “I’ll have to talk to her, but I believe Anamaria would do it.” He left, chin up, trying not to look green.
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The following two days were perfect for sailing, and they arrived in Tortuga in the morning instead of that evening as they had originally thought. Will and the doctor left the ship, giving everyone but Anamaria and a skeleton crew (Will had a mental picture at that term that made him feel queasy, but choked it down) twenty-four hours of shore leave. He led the doctor through the streets to the lone apothecary in the town, and purchased anything and everything that the doctor felt he could use, and had it delivered to the Pearl. The doctor found a shop that carried spectacles, and Will purchased three different pairs, hoping one of them would fit Jack’s current vision, as they couldn’t bring Jack to be fitted. By three o’clock, they had everything they needed, and returned to the Pearl.
Anamaria was in Jack’s cabin, watching him eat. He’d graduated to regular food just the night before, and was enjoying every moment of it.
Dr. Abernathy took the chicken leg away from Jack, scowling. “I told you that you could have no food today. Now I cannot operate until tomorrow, as I would much rather you didn’t choke to death while I work on your leg.”
Jack objected loudly. “But that’s the first I’ve had to eat today! I’ve only had two bites.”
The doctor glared at him. “No food means NO food, Captain Sparrow, and you must keep to my orders if I am to try to fix your leg. I’ll operate tonight, after I know that your stomach is empty again.”
Jack pouted. He didn’t like being on the receiving end of ANYONE giving him orders.
Abernathy laughed, turning away. “Captain Sparrow, one would think you were four years old, not forty, and I have no patience for men who act like children.” He chucked the food out the porthole. “Now get some rest so that you’ll be ready tonight.” He closed the heavy curtains and climbed into his hammock.
Anamaria had watched the whole thing silently. “Doctor, ye sure have Jack well trained. He’d have sent anyone else out that porthole after the food. I’m goin’ t’ get some shuteye. I’ll see ye tonight.” She laughed quietly as she left, closing the door behind her.
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Close to midnight, Anamaria knocked on the cabin door, and let herself in. Doctor Abernathy was already up and about, making the room as clean as he could, wiping down everything he could find with a strong liquor. The pillows had been removed from the room, and the sheets on the bed had been changed, as had Jack’s bandages. In fact, it looked to Anamaria that the Captain was cleaner than he had been earlier, and wore a scarf that held all his hair in it. Will was nowhere to be seen. “Well, doctor. Perhaps ye’d better get started.”
Abernathy walked over to Jack, waking him gently. “You wanted to know when I was ready to start.”
“Aye?”
He produced a rag and poured some horrible smelling liquid into it. “I’m ready to start. Now, this won’t hurt. I want you to breathe deeply from this rag. It’ll make you sleep so that you feel no pain from what I’ll be doing. When you wake up, I’ll give you medicine to stop the pain that you’ll feel then. Are you ready?”
“Aye. Just get it over with. I want me swag leg put in me before all the Brethren want t’ put me in their hold.”
Anamaria laughed, as did the doctor. He put the rag over Jack’s nose and mouth. “Count to ten backwards.”
“Ten, nine…eight…doctor, i’s no’ wor…” The doctor looked. Jack was out cold. He smiled and got to work.
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TBC
A/N: Gee…I wonder if it’ll work. Lots of tendons…muscles… Can the doctor do it right? And where’s Will through all of this? Can Anamaria keep from hurling when she sees what the doctor REALLY has to do? All these questions will be answered IF you REVIEW! So let’s get going, savvy?
Pirates of the Caribbean – Slash: Jack/Others, Jack/Will. NC-17.
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.
Archive: adult-fanfiction.org. If you want to put it elsewhere, no prob, just tell me the URL.
Beta: Now beta’d by my most perfect and wonderful Pendragginink and her magnificent Jackal! Hail to thee, oh modest and humble BetaGoddess!
Summary: What did Jack do to be tortured so? He would love to know. Torture, Rape, Lemon, Slash.
NOTE: I live for reviews. No reviews, no more writing. Can’t figure out if anyone likes it if they don’t review. So REVIEW! PLEEEEEEZE???
A/N: Pendragginink: I love you! I’ve done as much homework as I could, but I’m *ALWAYS* in the market for more…THANK YOU! I hope you don’t mind if I incorporate it in Chapter 6…
Littlebird: If there’s one thing that everyone was truly afraid of, it was The Church…as heretics have always been persecuted. I know…I’m a heretic. But back then, and in some places even today, to admit to being a heretic was to call down all kinds of horrible things. NOBODY in those situations would ever admit anything of their own free will. It tended to scare the crap out of even the stoutest of men…and my take on Jack is that he’s highly intelligent and wise…he just likes to throw people off. But in the face of actual death, you’ll notice he tends to “sober up”…even in the movie he’s sort of “down in the mouth” on the gallows except for the two little instances that he just couldn’t help himself…and even that was under his breath. So I honestly think that, since he’d have known that admitting to being a witch would get him killed anyway, he wouldn’t admit it for anything as long as there was any chance of rescue.
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Chapter 5 – Bad Patient
As Will entered the room with a tray of food, he found the doctor sitting at the bedside, watching Jack as the pirate whimpered and twitched in his sleep. He pulled the doctor away and whispered, “shouldn’t we wake him? I don’t usually make him go through his nightmares.”
“For a while, he’ll need to go through them. They may help him remember what happened and get it out of his sleep. Then he’ll have fewer nightmares from it.” He eyed the gruel and water. “However, he needs food more at the moment.” He waved Will on.
Will carefully took Jack by the shoulders and lightly shook him. “Jack, wake up. It’s breakfast time.”
Jack awoke, his eyes wide with terror, the nightmare not having faded yet. Will cradled his head, trying not to move him very much. Jack wrapped his arms around Will’s torso. Will could feel just how emaciated Jack was. “Lad, it was terrible. There was a giant and a demon…” He sobbed into the boy.
Will just held him, trying not to touch his back. “It’s over, Jack. Nothing will hurt you now. I’ve brought you some food.”
Jack untangled himself, wincing, and looked around Will at the tray, then noticing the doctor. He straightened himself out as best he could, and grinned as if nothing had happened. “So what’s for breakfast?”
“Gruel and water. I don’t think you can take anything else yet, so we’re starting slowly.”
Jack made a face. “That son of a whore poured me best rum out.”
Will laughed. “If the doctor says you are to have no rum (and obviously he does), then you shall have no rum, Jack.” He grabbed the bowl of gruel and tried to feed Jack, who pushed it away.
“I can feed myself, Whelp. I’m no babe, ye know. Now, just help me sit up and I’ll get to eatin’.”
Will sat Jack forward into the doctor’s arms. He could tell Jack was in pain, but the pirate didn’t say a word, and he doubted anyone else would notice. He also noticed the blood on the bandages again, along with some yellowish stains. He pointed these out to the doctor. “It’ll weep until it’s closed. It’s not an infection, but the bandages must be changed daily or it will be. I’ll change them after he eats.” Will piled pillows behind Jack and finally leaned him back in a sitting position, then handed him the bowl and spoon.
Jack took a tentative spoonful of the slop, put the spoon down, and drank it directly from the bowl till there was nothing but dregs in the bottom. Will smiled, took the bowl and spoon, and handed him the jug of water. “Drink that slowly, Jack.”
“I know what I’m doin’, Whelp.” He took a couple of sips, and, as it didn’t make him feel ill, drank about half of the jug. “I’ll be needin’ some more o’ that gruel in a little while, whelp. I feel like I haven’t eaten for weeks.”
Dr. Abernathy nodded. “You haven’t, really. Just enough moldy bread to keep you alive, I’m afraid, with rancid water every other day. They don’t feed the prisoners very much, as they’re condemned anyway.”
“Then I’ll be needin’ that gruel within the hour. I need to get back to feelin’ myself.” He patted his ribs and winced slightly. “I guess it’ll take a little longer than I expected, eh?” He grinned.
Will looked at Jack’s splinted foot, then at the doctor. “Doctor, I know I made it to your specifications, but why gold? Shouldn’t it have been steel? Steel is stronger than gold, which is a far softer metal.”
Jack chuckled. “I can tell ye that one, Whelp. Steel in the blood would rust, and eventually kill me. Gold doesn’t rust. Is that your reasoning, doctor?”
Abernathy gaped. “Why, yes. That’s exactly the reason. I’m surprised, Captain Sparrow. What made you think of it? You don’t seem to be a man of science.”
“No, I’m not. I’m a man of plans and of action. But I’ve seen what steel does when blood stays on it o’er long, and it’s not pretty. I’ve seen gold with blood stains on it for years, and it doesn’t change. So it seemed to me that gold would be the obvious choice, as I’d rather not have me own leg slowly kill me.”
“Very good.” He turned to Will. “When should we make landfall, Will?”
“With luck, day after tomorrow.”
“Excellent. Then I can start on your captain’s leg that evening. Will, I’ll need to have someone help me with the operation. Do you wish to be here or do you have someone who wouldn’t mind?”
Will thought about it. He didn’t want to be around when the doctor removed Jack’s bones. “I’ll have to talk to her, but I believe Anamaria would do it.” He left, chin up, trying not to look green.
* - * - *
The following two days were perfect for sailing, and they arrived in Tortuga in the morning instead of that evening as they had originally thought. Will and the doctor left the ship, giving everyone but Anamaria and a skeleton crew (Will had a mental picture at that term that made him feel queasy, but choked it down) twenty-four hours of shore leave. He led the doctor through the streets to the lone apothecary in the town, and purchased anything and everything that the doctor felt he could use, and had it delivered to the Pearl. The doctor found a shop that carried spectacles, and Will purchased three different pairs, hoping one of them would fit Jack’s current vision, as they couldn’t bring Jack to be fitted. By three o’clock, they had everything they needed, and returned to the Pearl.
Anamaria was in Jack’s cabin, watching him eat. He’d graduated to regular food just the night before, and was enjoying every moment of it.
Dr. Abernathy took the chicken leg away from Jack, scowling. “I told you that you could have no food today. Now I cannot operate until tomorrow, as I would much rather you didn’t choke to death while I work on your leg.”
Jack objected loudly. “But that’s the first I’ve had to eat today! I’ve only had two bites.”
The doctor glared at him. “No food means NO food, Captain Sparrow, and you must keep to my orders if I am to try to fix your leg. I’ll operate tonight, after I know that your stomach is empty again.”
Jack pouted. He didn’t like being on the receiving end of ANYONE giving him orders.
Abernathy laughed, turning away. “Captain Sparrow, one would think you were four years old, not forty, and I have no patience for men who act like children.” He chucked the food out the porthole. “Now get some rest so that you’ll be ready tonight.” He closed the heavy curtains and climbed into his hammock.
Anamaria had watched the whole thing silently. “Doctor, ye sure have Jack well trained. He’d have sent anyone else out that porthole after the food. I’m goin’ t’ get some shuteye. I’ll see ye tonight.” She laughed quietly as she left, closing the door behind her.
* - * - *
Close to midnight, Anamaria knocked on the cabin door, and let herself in. Doctor Abernathy was already up and about, making the room as clean as he could, wiping down everything he could find with a strong liquor. The pillows had been removed from the room, and the sheets on the bed had been changed, as had Jack’s bandages. In fact, it looked to Anamaria that the Captain was cleaner than he had been earlier, and wore a scarf that held all his hair in it. Will was nowhere to be seen. “Well, doctor. Perhaps ye’d better get started.”
Abernathy walked over to Jack, waking him gently. “You wanted to know when I was ready to start.”
“Aye?”
He produced a rag and poured some horrible smelling liquid into it. “I’m ready to start. Now, this won’t hurt. I want you to breathe deeply from this rag. It’ll make you sleep so that you feel no pain from what I’ll be doing. When you wake up, I’ll give you medicine to stop the pain that you’ll feel then. Are you ready?”
“Aye. Just get it over with. I want me swag leg put in me before all the Brethren want t’ put me in their hold.”
Anamaria laughed, as did the doctor. He put the rag over Jack’s nose and mouth. “Count to ten backwards.”
“Ten, nine…eight…doctor, i’s no’ wor…” The doctor looked. Jack was out cold. He smiled and got to work.
* - * - *
TBC
A/N: Gee…I wonder if it’ll work. Lots of tendons…muscles… Can the doctor do it right? And where’s Will through all of this? Can Anamaria keep from hurling when she sees what the doctor REALLY has to do? All these questions will be answered IF you REVIEW! So let’s get going, savvy?