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Pirates of the Caribbean (All) › Slash - Male/Male › Jack/Will
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
18
Views:
2,428
Reviews:
4
Recommended:
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Currently Reading:
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Chapter 5: Arduum sane munus
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Chapter 5: Arduum sane munus
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Like a phoenix rising, the Flying Dutchman surfaced, the sunlight glistening off the majestic ship as she shook off the the water’s weight with both grace and power. The crew on the Black Pearl shrank back in trepidation; the mere presence of the death ship was considered an ill omen, one that bespoke of tragedies at sea, and calamities beyond one’s control. Although the current Captain performed his duties with benevolence, the legends still persisted; the mere mention of the ship striking fear into the hearts of sailors throughout the Seven Seas.
As the Dutchman drew abreast of the Pearl, there was a loud, wet SPLOCK, and Gibbs and Ana found themselves in the presence of Will Turner. Though his outward appearance had not changed, he was no longer the young, naïve lad they’d first met. The years as Ferryman had aged him; years of death and despair reflecting in his dark brown eyes. Windows to the soul, they call them, and Will’s soul bore the burden of a thousand deaths times ten.
Yet, his smile was the same, as he quirked one questioning eyebrow at the two lines stretched taut over the rail.
“Will! Thank goodness you are here!” Gibbs flailed his arms around. “You might not be too late, perhaps you can save him!”
Gesturing with his chin, Will rocked back on his heels, arms crossed and asked Gibbs, “What desperate emergency was it this time? Or was he just bored?”
“Sir?” Gibbs asked, puzzled.
The younger man shook his head amusedly. “He hasn’t told you, has he?”
Ana scowled. “Told us what?”
“Hello, Ana. It’s good to see you.” Will smiled, his face softened as he added, “I have a message for you, from your husband.”
“Andre?” Ana’s eyes widened in surprise. “You’ve seen him?”
Will nodded and said in a gentle voice, “I picked him up in the wreckage after the storm.”
“Ah,” Ana’s voice caught and she looked away quickly, clenching her fists tightly as she took several deep breaths. “I knew he was gone, the cock had crowed at dusk and the milk soured.” She turned, eyes glistening. “Did he suffer?”
“No. He asked me if I were to see you, to let you know.”
“Thank you.”
Will nodded solemnly. “I’m sorry, Ana.”
She shrugged. “Life is for living, not for regrets. We had good years together.”
Gibbs, dancing impatiently, interrupted with an apologetic grimace. “Pardon me - Sir - but ought we be worrying about Jack?”
Will laughed. “Yes, you might want to haul him aboard, before he gets in too foul a mood. He no doubt wants to see me about something.”
Gibbs only stared at him, wide eyed.
A faint voice floated up from the water’s surface. “A little help?”
“Jack!” Gibbs rushed over and peered down at the body of his Captain in astonishment.
“Mister Gibbs!” Jack flailed one arm out and, the other clawing on the rope tight around his throat, feet kicking helplessly, as he snapped at his quartermaster in a strangled voice. “If you could be so kind, some help, please?”
“Aye, AYE, Cap’n!” Gibbs said brightly. Turning to the befuddled crew he shouted, “You heard the Cap’n! Haul in that line, make haste!”
The men put their backs to it and soon had their Captain back on deck. Jack landed with a not so graceful thump at Will’s feet.
“About time you showed up,” Jack groused, looking up at Will while relieving himself from his bonds.
Will sighed. “What is it this time, Jack? No, wait, let me guess. You have an urgent message from the King. Or perhaps another birthday greeting. Or you need to give a message to a friend of a friend who might have been passing on as he was passing through.”
“He’s done this before?” Ana asked, incredulously.
Jack struggled to his feet, twisting his neck left and right and rotating his jaw a few times. Pointing a finger, he said, “Messenger to the god, I am. A regular Hermes.”
“Jack, how many times must I tell you, I am not a god. Simply immortal.” Will sighed again. “I have work to do, Jack. I cannot be constantly stopping to find out what it is you think is so imminent.”
“Elizabeth.” The name dropped between them like a rock.
Will’s eyes narrowed. “What does Elizabeth have to do with this?” he asked in a hard voice.
“Thought you might like to be reunited, so I brought her along." Jack’s voice matched Will’s tone, edged with a venomous smile.
“You brought her here. On the Pearl.” Will voice was sceptical, obviously expecting another ruse.
“Only one minor technicality, mate, though I'm sure the two of you can work around it.” Jack said flippantly, obviously miffed at his reception from Will.
“And what is that, Jack?”
“She’s dead.”
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Chapter 5: Arduum sane munus
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Like a phoenix rising, the Flying Dutchman surfaced, the sunlight glistening off the majestic ship as she shook off the the water’s weight with both grace and power. The crew on the Black Pearl shrank back in trepidation; the mere presence of the death ship was considered an ill omen, one that bespoke of tragedies at sea, and calamities beyond one’s control. Although the current Captain performed his duties with benevolence, the legends still persisted; the mere mention of the ship striking fear into the hearts of sailors throughout the Seven Seas.
As the Dutchman drew abreast of the Pearl, there was a loud, wet SPLOCK, and Gibbs and Ana found themselves in the presence of Will Turner. Though his outward appearance had not changed, he was no longer the young, naïve lad they’d first met. The years as Ferryman had aged him; years of death and despair reflecting in his dark brown eyes. Windows to the soul, they call them, and Will’s soul bore the burden of a thousand deaths times ten.
Yet, his smile was the same, as he quirked one questioning eyebrow at the two lines stretched taut over the rail.
“Will! Thank goodness you are here!” Gibbs flailed his arms around. “You might not be too late, perhaps you can save him!”
Gesturing with his chin, Will rocked back on his heels, arms crossed and asked Gibbs, “What desperate emergency was it this time? Or was he just bored?”
“Sir?” Gibbs asked, puzzled.
The younger man shook his head amusedly. “He hasn’t told you, has he?”
Ana scowled. “Told us what?”
“Hello, Ana. It’s good to see you.” Will smiled, his face softened as he added, “I have a message for you, from your husband.”
“Andre?” Ana’s eyes widened in surprise. “You’ve seen him?”
Will nodded and said in a gentle voice, “I picked him up in the wreckage after the storm.”
“Ah,” Ana’s voice caught and she looked away quickly, clenching her fists tightly as she took several deep breaths. “I knew he was gone, the cock had crowed at dusk and the milk soured.” She turned, eyes glistening. “Did he suffer?”
“No. He asked me if I were to see you, to let you know.”
“Thank you.”
Will nodded solemnly. “I’m sorry, Ana.”
She shrugged. “Life is for living, not for regrets. We had good years together.”
Gibbs, dancing impatiently, interrupted with an apologetic grimace. “Pardon me - Sir - but ought we be worrying about Jack?”
Will laughed. “Yes, you might want to haul him aboard, before he gets in too foul a mood. He no doubt wants to see me about something.”
Gibbs only stared at him, wide eyed.
A faint voice floated up from the water’s surface. “A little help?”
“Jack!” Gibbs rushed over and peered down at the body of his Captain in astonishment.
“Mister Gibbs!” Jack flailed one arm out and, the other clawing on the rope tight around his throat, feet kicking helplessly, as he snapped at his quartermaster in a strangled voice. “If you could be so kind, some help, please?”
“Aye, AYE, Cap’n!” Gibbs said brightly. Turning to the befuddled crew he shouted, “You heard the Cap’n! Haul in that line, make haste!”
The men put their backs to it and soon had their Captain back on deck. Jack landed with a not so graceful thump at Will’s feet.
“About time you showed up,” Jack groused, looking up at Will while relieving himself from his bonds.
Will sighed. “What is it this time, Jack? No, wait, let me guess. You have an urgent message from the King. Or perhaps another birthday greeting. Or you need to give a message to a friend of a friend who might have been passing on as he was passing through.”
“He’s done this before?” Ana asked, incredulously.
Jack struggled to his feet, twisting his neck left and right and rotating his jaw a few times. Pointing a finger, he said, “Messenger to the god, I am. A regular Hermes.”
“Jack, how many times must I tell you, I am not a god. Simply immortal.” Will sighed again. “I have work to do, Jack. I cannot be constantly stopping to find out what it is you think is so imminent.”
“Elizabeth.” The name dropped between them like a rock.
Will’s eyes narrowed. “What does Elizabeth have to do with this?” he asked in a hard voice.
“Thought you might like to be reunited, so I brought her along." Jack’s voice matched Will’s tone, edged with a venomous smile.
“You brought her here. On the Pearl.” Will voice was sceptical, obviously expecting another ruse.
“Only one minor technicality, mate, though I'm sure the two of you can work around it.” Jack said flippantly, obviously miffed at his reception from Will.
“And what is that, Jack?”
“She’s dead.”
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