Lost in Translation

Part Nine

****
Even as he slept, Jack’s countenance was covered with severe melancholy. He clutched the top of the sheet protectively and held it under his chin. No matter how many instances of dehumanization he had been through, he was still the embodiment of natural allure to Barbossa. And although it was not as stunning as before, the short hair did contain beauty; Barbossa could not deny it.

Delicately, the captain tucked the black locks that obscured Sparrow’s face behind his ear. There it was. There was the dazzling, flawless man he used to know. It was the peacefulness and simplicity brought about from sleeping that caused it.

Barbossa shook Jack’s arm gently to rouse him. A minute noise of complaint came from the younger man, making the captain chuckle quietly. He caressed Sparrow’s cheek and jaw and spoke softly, “Wake up, Jack. Just for a moment.”

Jack inhaled deeply and opened his eyes drowsily. He moved his head slightly to look up at Barbossa’s visage.

“You can stay in here for the day if ya like,” the older man voiced tenderly. “Judging from those dark circles under your eyes, ye haven’t been sleepin’. The men can go one more day without ya.”
A miniscule smile quirked Jack’s lips. “Thank you,” he whispered.
“And I meant to tell ya earlier – your bandana’s over there if ya want it.”

The captain strolled to the door and paused before leaving. He watched Sparrow shift about to get comfortable, nestle against the pillow, and sigh tiredly. His eyelids fluttered shut, and he was dreaming once more in minutes.

The ex-first mate grinned and exited without a sound.

****
Jack slept, undisturbed, for the majority of the day. When he woke, the sky was transforming into night. He rubbed his eyes, stretched, and got up. The red fabric he desired was hanging on one of the hooks of the coat rack. He took it and went to the mirror. As if nothing had changed about his beloved mane, he tied the bandana about his head and situated it in the exact same way he had worn it before. His brown orbs sparkled with delight from the enhanced reflection.

“Much more better,” he uttered cheerfully. “There you are.” He lifted up his shirt as he moved to stand sideways. A look of appall swept over his face, and he placed his palm against his sunken abdomen. “Quite gruesome. I’ll be nothin’ at this rate.”

He gripped his side, frowning sadly because his thumb on his back and the other four digits on his stomach were not that far apart. It made him feel practically skeletal; with each day his ribs, pelvis, and shoulder blades steadily became more noticeable from the thinning skin. It appeared as if he would collapse to the ground at any moment from tremendous weakness.

“How do they even find me appealin’ enough to rape?” he inquired dismally. “Surely this would repulse anyone who saw me.” His hand traced circles on his abdomen as he gazed at it in the mirror. “Looks like I’ll break. I certainly wouldn’t fuck me.”

The closing of a door in the main room caused Sparrow to lower his shirt and dive for his corner. As he settled himself, Barbossa stormed into the area. The older man threw his garments onto the floor, alerting Jack that he was in one of his fuming moods. Amber eyes met blue ones, and the pirate immediately wished they had not. The rage became focused on him when a black boot was chucked at his face. He sprang away to let it collide with the wall. The other was flung at him seconds after; he evaded the impact by falling to the ground sideways. Barbossa took off most of his attire before crossing to Sparrow. Sparrow let out a yelp from the bruising pressure Barbossa used to grab his arm and hoist him to his feet.

He was bent over the edge of the bed and quickly divested of his only garment. Barbossa lowered his, lubricated his manhood, and entered the frail man aggressively. Jack emitted a shaky whine and rested his head and torso on the mattress. His fingers flexed against the linens with each aching thrust deep within him. The whimpers he released were mixed with the low grunts of the captain. Barbossa strongly held Sparrow’s hips to keep the younger man in place as he bore into him. Jack grew immensely tired from the physical exertion. He panted weightily in response to the rapid pace of Barbossa moving in and out of him.

After several minutes Barbossa climaxed inside of him with a growl. He draped himself on Sparrow’s back to relax for a period. Jack could feel the man’s hot breath on his perspiring skin and thought he could feel Barbossa’s fast heartbeat as well. He was motionless as he waited for the male to get off of him.

Without a word Barbossa at last pulled away and buttoned his breeches. Jack stood and did the same. They stared blankly at one another in silence for a moment before the older man left the room.

Knowing he was not wanted any longer, Jack went to his corner and gazed emptily at the floor.

****
Creaking of the floor boards made Jack open his eyes to see what was causing it. He glanced to Barbossa on the bed, who was submerged in the abyss of sleep. The noise drew nearer, and Sparrow sat up due to his bafflement. The reason for the puzzling sound became known when two figures stepped into the room. Jack was frozen. Sweat formed on his skin and his eyes dilated as dread washed over him.

Almost inaudible whispers arose from the darkened area, and he did not doubt that they were discussing him. They were in front of him soon enough and brusquely got him to his feet. A cloth was stuffed into his mouth before they made their way to the main doors. Once on deck the hindrance in his oral cavity was removed. One of the crewmen grabbed his hand, pulling him away from the cabin. The other trailed behind him to ensure that he would not escape.

His heart pounded speedily as they descended down to the crew’s sleeping quarters. Boisterous jeering filled the space when he was below for the men to see.

“The captain may have taught you his own lesson,” one of his restrainers said. “But it’s time we got to teach you our own. It’s been too long since any of us last had ya. You could say we missed ya. ”

Sparrow’s brown orbs were fraught with panic and uneasiness as he surveyed the men around him. Pure lust and the need for dominance showed plainly on their faces; it almost made Jack pass out from the extraordinary amount of horror he had.

Abruptly, someone shoved him forward. He was caught before landing on the ground, signaling the start of the game. Hands stripped him of his breeches and wandered everywhere on his quivering frame. The article of clothing was tossed aside before one of the men took hold of him. He struggled to break free, though it was a pitiful battle. Fingers fondled him for a number of seconds before he was passed to another crewmate. His arm was extended, and he shrieked from the rat that was placed onto it. Roaring laughter smothered his yelling as the animal traveled up his limb to his shoulder. A push made him stumble forward, making the creature drop to the floor. Somebody steadied him and hurled him against a wall. The powerful impact elicited a groan from him.

The assembly gathered around Jack and the crewmate that had flung him. Jack was pressed to stand flat against the surface, his right leg was lifted and held against the merciless male’s hip, and he wailed beautifully. The erected member impaled him and jerked about within him. The vigorous thrusts stole his breath at times, yet he could not keep from moaning in torment. His back inched upward against the wall with each of the male’s movements. A hand yanked on his hair before it forced his head forward. Salty lips conquered his mouth; a tongue soon found its way into his orifice, copulating it depravedly just as the hard intruder inside of him elsewhere did.

Finally, the man ejaculated into Sparrow’s body. He removed himself from Jack and kissed him greedily a couple of more times before pulling away. There was no time to recuperate. He was thrown to the floor, and coarse palms flocked to grope his flesh. Enthusiastic fingers clasped around his manhood and commenced massaging it in an up and down motion. He closed his eyes and panted, releasing a breathy sound every few seconds. When his member became erect, the degradation that consumed him made him weep. Insults and sneering words were all he could hear. With each demeaning slur, he felt a painful stab to his heart.

He climaxed with a strangled cry of shame. His entire being yearned to lay where he was, but he was hauled numerous feet away for another taker.

A crewman was seated on the edge of a pathetic chair, legs spread, with his breeches already to his knees. Sparrow was tossed to him and turned so that his back was to the man. His waist was clutched, and he was forced down onto the male’s aroused manhood. His throat vibrated from the trembling moan he voiced. Slight confusion entered his mind when there was no movement. It dissipated quickly.

Another man came before him, took hold of Jack’s knees, parted and lifted them a little, and positioned him at just the right angle. Arms went and stayed under his own to keep him leaning back. Sparrow had never known it to be done before, and he shook his head as tears cascaded from his eyes because it was about to happen to him.

Slowly, the man entered him to join the member already inside of him. He screeched as it went farther into his warm orifice and sobbed uncontrollably. The tears were licked away on occasion by several of the spectators.

The seated man pushed his hips up for a moderate thrust; it was followed by one from the standing male. Jack screamed until his throat was raw. His glistening chest rose and fell greatly as he panted for air. There was raucous cheering and catcalls from the onlookers. The extreme agony and mortification on Sparrow’s tense face was intoxicating to them.

After an extremely lengthy period, the two men spilled themselves within Jack. He whimpered miserably as the standing male pulled out of him. A couple of crewmates had to hoist him up from the other man’s lap. Jack felt as if he were on the verge of unconsciousness; he prayed that it would happen so he would not have to endure the ongoing exploitation.

A hardened erection was rammed into his mouth less than a minute after the defilement by the two men. He sucked on the organ fervently, draining him of nearly all the energy he had. A surprised and wounded yelp sounded in his throat as someone penetrated him from behind.

All at once, everything became muffled. There was nothing but the thumping of his heart and the soft noises created from his crying. He felt as if he were in slow motion. Images started to flash in his mind of himself and Will aboard the Interceptor as they sailed off to rescue Elizabeth. Visions of the charming smiles he gave, the carefree attitude he possessed, the wittiness he showcased, and the aura of confidence he always had was played in his head – they each reminded him of the person he had started out as when Barbossa had taken him prisoner, but that person was now being killed. He was dying inside, and he was helpless to stop it. The man he had once been seemed like nothing more than a figment in his imagination.

The result of orgasm in his mouth plunged him back into his reality. The male inside of his body from behind climaxed minutes later.

He resigned himself to submission; he gave no fight as his body was sexually misused and sodomized repeatedly.

Time passed by leisurely. After being forced upon innumerable times by individual men and suffering a second double penetration, Sparrow was dressed and dragged away by two men. They returned him to the captain’s quarters and to where they had found him. Jack was completely lifeless, and he crumpled to the floor with an indistinct whine.

Unconsciousness at last claimed him.

****
Barbossa stared at the pirate curled up on the floor asleep. He could not place it, but something was awry. The raspy breaths and the way Jack was positioned – on his side in a sloppy mess as if dumped – increased his feeling of foul play. He knelt in front of the younger man and patted his shoulder.

“Jack,” he spoke in a low tone. “Jack. Wake up.”

Sparrow groaned hoarsely and let his eyelids open gradually. Suddenly, he frantically scrambled away from Barbossa. The exhaustion, however, prohibited him from going far. He shielded his visage with his hands and quaked violently as the captain came closer.

“What is this?” Barbossa questioned sternly. “Come now. None of that. I expect ya out on deck in five minutes.”
At that statement, Sparrow grabbed the captain’s hand and gazed up at him pleadingly. “Please. Let me stay here. For another day. Please, I beg you. Don’t make me go out there. Please.” He erupted into tears and continued to whisper, “Please.”
Barbossa’s eyebrows furrowed quizzically. “What is wrong with ya?”
“N-Nothing. I just….I’m so tired. I didn’t get to sleep very long and-”
“Why is that?”
Sparrow went silent, save for his uneven respirations.
“Why is that, Jack?”
“Th-They took me last night. Below deck. While you were asleep. They had me for a long time. I-I can’t go out there. Please, don’t make me.”

Barbossa’s expression changed to one of possessiveness from visualizing his crew pleasuring themselves with the pirate. Jack rocked on the floor, head bowed, and kissed the male’s hand constantly. The sight of Jack utterly vulnerable and….broken made Barbossa grin in accomplishment. He rubbed the younger man’s back soothingly and said, “All right. Ye don’t have to.”

Jack raised his head and stared at him adoringly. He smiled and voiced tremulously, “Thank you. Thank you.”
“But ye can’t stay here. I’m gonna move ya down to the brig.”
Jack sniffed and wiped his face. He nodded understandingly.

Barbossa got him to stand, and the two made their way to the door. When they stepped outside onto the deck, the captain linked his arm with Jack’s. As they walked to the stairs that led to the iron barred cells, Jack clung to him desperately. Sparrow could feel the men’s icy stares as they went past. It unnerved him tremendously.

Once below, Sparrow gasped in surprise. One of the enclosures had a number of men in it – part of the Navy, they were. He gazed at them timidly as Barbossa led him to the cell next to the sailors. The captain unlocked the door, and Jack sauntered into the small space.

Barbossa shut and re-locked the entrance and said quietly, “I’ll check on ya later. Ye won’t be spendin’ the night down here.”

Sparrow nodded and sat down in the middle of his designated area. Disgruntled mumbling sounded from the prisoners, causing Barbossa to turn to them with a wicked smile.

“I advise ye put an end to that awfully rude chatter,” he said sardonically. “Ya get what ya get. Complain, and I’ll stop the rations entirely. Ye think you’re bein’ treated unjustly-” His eyes flickered to Jack, who was not paying any attention to the exchange. “-But I can certainly make it that way.”

He chuckled mischievously and disappeared up to the deck. The paranoid feeling of being observed made Jack glance over to his neighbors a few times.

“Why is your captain keeping us here?” one of them asked irately.
Sparrow did not answer; he pretended not to hear.
“I’m talking to you! You and your fellow crewmates are atrocious. I assure you, you will all be executed for your unspeakable actions.” The man grew frustrated at the lack of response from the lone occupant. “You feckless bastard!”
Sparrow quelled the agitation that welled within him as he shifted to face them. “Je ne sais pas l’anglais.”
“Excuse me?”
“Pas de l’anglais. Je parle francais.”

“He speaks French, not English,” someone voiced from the far corner. The man ventured to the bars and his eyes widened in shock. “Jack?”
The pirate searched frenziedly to see who had spoken his name. He met the man’s gaze and stared at him coldly.
“It’s you, isn’t it?” The lack of hair, damage to his entire being, and absence of attire other than breeches made the Navy man enormously uncertain as to whether it was the renowned buccaneer or not.
Reluctantly, Sparrow crawled to the iron bars that divided the two cells to sit in front of the male. “Est-ce que je vous connais?”
“Yes. Or, rather, I know you. You’re Jack Sparrow, aren’t you?”
The reply was a simple nod.
“I can’t believe it.” He grinned in amazement before continuing. “I suppose I should introduce myself. I’m Lieutenant Theodore Groves of the Majesty’s royal fleet. I was with Commodore Norrington the day you commandeered the Interceptor a couple of years ago.”
Sparrow beamed cheerfully at the memory.
“I thought you were dead. Norrington seemed to believe you were.”
“Pas entièrement. J'ai été sauvé près Will Turner et Elizabeth Swann.”
“If they rescued you, then where are they?”
All happiness faded from Sparrow’s countenance. “Mort. Isolé sur une île.”
Theodore appeared as if he had been seriously injured. “How? By who?”
“Barbossa.”
“How could he order such a thing? I thought you were the captain of this ship, not him.”
The pirate shook his head dolefully. “Pas plus.”

There was a pause as Groves pondered the man’s words. Why, then, was Jack here if he was not the captain?

“Are you a prisoner like us now?” he inquired softly.
Jack swallowed and looked at him sincerely. “Vous n'avez besoin de vous inquiéter de lui nuisant à aucun de vous.”
“Why? I must admit, I’m stunned he hasn’t killed any of us yet.”
“Il n'est pas après vous. Vous n'êtes pas celui qu'il est fâché avec.”

Jack gave a dejected smile and crept to the other side of his cage. The navy men began questioning Groves about what had been said between the two, but the Lieutenant could barely hear them. He watched Sparrow huddle in the corner with his knees to his chest and flinched when numerous grating coughs came from the pirate. There was a myriad of different things that had altered Jack’s appearance, making Groves’ stomach lurch in sympathy. He almost doubted whether it was in fact the infamous Captain Jack Sparrow he was gazing at. This man had been mistreated in every way imaginable. His whole demeanor was dispirited and defeated; he was deteriorating even as Theodore stared at him. What had possibly happened to oppress him so drastically?

Jack glimpsed over at Theodore briefly once more before closing his eyes and tilting his head back against the wall.

The overwhelming grief present in the amber eyes was something Groves knew he would never forget.