The Price of Rum

Title: The Price of Rum (7/?)

Author: Lydia NightShade

Pairing: Jack Sparrow/Will Turner

Rating: NC-17

Warnings: AU-ish rape/non-con 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: I’m a whore for it!

Beta: Marina Herald. Thank you, thank you, thank you!

Author’s Notes: Holy slap nuts Batman! This was a tricky one! Since I ain’t killing off Barbossa just yet because Nightshade has a special attachment to him, I had to figure out how the hell he was going to get away unnoticed on a boat in the middle of the ocean…and make it somewhat believable. Now before you whip your shoes at my head, don’t worry he will die…painfully, not so much slowly though. I just have to get her bloodlust flowing and then she’ll destroy whatever I throw at her. Plus I had a rough weekend so that helped release the darkness once again! MUWAHAHHAHAHAHAAA!!! Oh! On a happy note Ana Maria makes an appearance in this chapter because ya gotta love a strong woman! ^_~

A/N 2: Speech “blah”; thoughts ‘blah’; passage of time/scene change~*~*~*~*~
***All right y’all my muse (Nightshade) has been screaming “KILL THEM ALL” in my ear ever since she decided what to do with this chapter so I’m putting a special warning on this chapter. I’m pretty sure most of you can handle it, especially since most of you personally requested a wretchedly, horrible, bloody, slow death for Barbossa *cough, cough Joann cough, cough*…however I’m not done with him yet…but his crew is up for grabs! In other words Jack and his crew get their revenge on the crew members that gang banged dear William. So it’s going to be pretty nasty. I’ll tell you when the scene is. Oh and I changed Will’s age to 18 because I wanted him younger…more believable that he’s vulnerable. I made him 17 in the prequel so this would mean him and Jack have been together for about a year. Oh yeah, there’s a little more non-con sexual acts but not full out rape.

Dedication: To all you cool people…and blood!


“Prepare tard!ard!” Jack screamed as the Black Pearl quickly closed the distance between itself and the now anchored enemy ship. Why Barbossa had dropped the anchor he couldn’t be sure, but he had a sinking feeling it was a trap. ‘I have to take that chance,’ he thought, ‘and Barbossa knows it.’ Jack was worried. He’d never admit it to anyone but his old enemy scared him. Even though he had defeated and escaped the tormentor twenty years ago, he still felt a lingering fear from when he was a young lad serving on the mad man’s ship. He knew he was the one Barbossa was really after; Will was just an innocent victim. He suppressed a sob as he thought of everything his lover had suffered because of him. “And it’s not over yet,” he thought, distraught.

“Don’t worry Captain,” a female voice said confidently over his shoulder. “We’ll make the scurvy bastards feel what real pain is,” Ana Maria seethed in a deadly tone. The fiery woman had become quite fond of Will. She looked out for him as one would a younger brother. She had also experienced the torture of rape in her early life…growing up as a female on the high seas didn’t come without a price. When she had seen what happened to Will she had made a promise to see every man scream as Will had.

“I know, Ana Maria, I know,” he said firmly, giving her a grateful nod. He watched as his crew scurried around the deck, readying the boarding gear. “Remember men! I want the crew taken /alive/!” he shouted sternly, daring anyone to disagree. Of course some would be killed in the battle…but why cry over spilled milk?

“Aye!” came the hearty reply. Ana Maria gave him one more confident nod before she left the helm and went to assist the crew. She shouted out orders and smacked around those that weren’t moving fast enough in her opinion, which was the only one that mattered to her. Jack had to smile, if he wasn’t so happy with William, he would definitely have gone after Ana Maria.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* (This isn’t the scene I was originally warning you about but it ended up being pretty nasty and graphic so I thought I’d give you all a heads up…the squeamish beware!)

He was in a fevered sleep. His entire world was pain. Sweat was pouring down his brow and neck. His entire body was coated in a fine sheen of sweat and bruises. His breathing was erratic and he whimpered and mumbled in his nightmare, still fighting off his attackers. Every once in a while he’d wail and sob as he relived the attack, tears leaking out from under his closed eyelids.

Then he felt them--smooth gentle touches. A hand stroking his hair, soft kisses on his neck and forehead, a cold cloth cleaning the wounds on his face. He slowly opened his eyes, hoping against hope that he wouldn’t see the person he knew would be smirking down at him. He felt his heart break when his fears were proven true. Even in his somewhat delirious state, he could sense that sadistic captain hadn’t bothered to remove the glass from the bed. Fortunately, most of the glass was towards the head of the bed and therefore didn’t cut into his already horribly abused body.

Barbossa stared down at him, wiping the last bit of blood from Will’s face. He stroked the side of Will’s face and ran his thumb over his bottom lip. Will flinched from the touch but made no real move to get away. He had no strength left to fight. Barbossa frowned slightly.

“Still resisting, but a vast improvement.” He paused before leaning down and sucking on Will’s bottom lip, slowly deepening the kiss. Will shut his eyes tightly and whimpered, but did nothing. Barbossa’s hands ran down Will’s body enjoying the strangled cries that remained trapped in the boy’s throat. He took hold of Will’s manhood and started pumping him mercilessly. Will fisted the sheets in his hand, trying to detach himself from what was happening to him. He stared off into space, concentrating on memories of old.

He thought of happy times with Jack, of how the pirate had saved him from a life on the streets or worse. He sobbed as he was forced to climax into Barbossa’s hand. Barbossa started kissing him again. He felt the man begin to spread his legs again and even that caused pain. His eyes flew open and he started to panic. He sobbed and grabbed Barbossa’s shoulders, squeezing them as best he could.

“No…please. Not so soon…I can’t take it…please just wait…please…I’m sorry…please,” he pleaded, barely above a whisper. He was terribly afraid of the consequences, but he was just assaulted by a dozen convicts. He couldn’t even move his legs without excruciating pain. Barbossa looked down at him with scorn.

“Still haven’t learn your lesson?” He asked angrily grabbing Will’s hair in his hands and jerking his head up.

“No! I have! …I have…It’s just,” he sobbed, but regained his composure “I hurt so much…let me heal…please…just let me heal,” he begged dissolving into pitiful sobs. He had no dignity left; he just wanted the pain to stop. Barbossa looked down at him with fascination. He truly seemed to be enjoying the young man’s heartache and pain.

“Shhh, stop crying, poppet. I see you have learned your place after all.” He paused as if considering his next course of action. “But you see there is the problem of me giving you satisfaction, and receiving none me self. Now what do you suppose we do about that?” he asked evilly, enjoying the forlorn look that appeared on Will’s face. He opened his mouth as if to answer, but his voice failed him and he closed it again, still crying.

“Oh come now poppet. Surely ye haven’t been sailing with Sparrow all this time and not learned a few tricks with which to please him.” Barbossa laughed as Will blushed and turned his head away. He hated it when his tormentor mentioned Jack. He didn’t think the man worthy to speak his gentle lover’s name. As if by mentioning Jack during such foul ministrations would somehow dishonor him.

“Don’t be shy, poppet…open your mouth,” Barbossa said darkly, excited by the prospect of pillaging the young man’s mouth. Will shuttered at theughtught, but could think of nothing else to get him out of it, so he complied. Barbossa’s grin widened as he saw Will slowly open his mouth and look at him with disparaging eyes. “How many times has he pleased Sparrow in this manner I wonder…oh to see that…then to ravage them both!” He was so excited he almost didn’t need the boy. But he was not about to waste such an opportunity. He grabbed Will’s ears and plunged into his mouth.

Will gagged. This was almost as bad as the rape. He shut his eyes and prayed for it to end. Whenever he did this for Jack it was nothing like this. That was sacred and beautiful, lovers wanting to give each other pleasure. This was just a sick bastards cheap thrill. Fortunately for Will he didn’t have to wait long before Barbossa climaxed, his perverted delusions egging him on. “I miss you Jack,” Will thought as he felt the warm, salty fluid splash in his mouth. Barbossa pulled out and bent down to kiss Will once again. Will thought he would faint; his fever was getting worse and he felt very lightheaded. Sweat was still pouring off his face.

“Very good poppet. You have an excellent mouth,” Barbossa panted while stroking Will’s hair and licking away his tears.

The mock intimate moment was interrupted, however, when they heard a loud crash and the sounds of cannons. They could hear the crew scurrying above deck. Shouts and the metallic clang of swords clashing made their way through the walls as well. Will couldn’t help but smile. Even in his delirium, he could hear Jack’s voice shouting orders.

“He’s so close…Jack please save me…I can’t hold on much longer,” he thought sadly as he felt Barbossa begin to chuckle from above him.

“Hahahaha! He’s finally here! Twenty years of Hell to be repaid!” he shouted, laughing and glaring down at Will, an insane gleam in his eye. “Oh poppet, I haven’t felt this good in so long, but our party can’t start without the guest of honor…no, no, no…that won’t do at all!” he babbled as he once again started stroking Will’s hair back. He leaned down and placed his forehead against Will’s hot, fevered one, still stroking the lad’s hair. “Call him…” Barbossa whispered darkly, kissing Will possessively. He stared into Will’s eyes with a silent threat, should the boy disobey.

“W-w…w-what?” Will asked, through fevered gasps. He was slapped across the face and felt a hand around his throat. Will started hyperventilating. It was hard enough to breathe as it was, now he had a hand squeezing his throat.

“Don’t toy with me now! Not when I’m so close to my goal…you know damn well what I said, you little whore!” Barbossa screeched in his face, his eyes wide and wild. He had lost it. He squeezed harder around Will’s throat causing him to mewl in pain. “Call him!” he screamed shaking his victim.

“No…” came the quiet, pained answer. Will may have been broken to the point of no longer caring about himself, but he would never lead Jack to this monster. If he had to die to save his lover than he would. Jack had saved his life more than once…it was time to return the favor. Barbossa was seething. His revenge was not going to be ruined by some stubborn adolescent!


“If you won’t do it willingly, I’ll make you!” he screamed, jamming his fist into Will’s torn opening. Will’s eyes practically shot out of his head and tears began streaming down his face mixing with the sweat. He screamed as loud as he could at the sheer agony.

“OH GOD JACK HELP ME!” he screeched for all he was worth. He continued to thrash and scream until he thought he’d pass out once again. He was denied, however, as Barbossa slapped him across the face to keep him awake.

Suddenly the door burst open and there stood Jack. He looked like an angel of death. Body covered in sweat from fighting; his hair was more disheveled than usual; blood splattered on his face and clothes, and his pistol ready in hand. Will let out one last scream as Barbossa roughly pulled his fist out, then dissolved into a sobbing mess. He couldn’t stop—it hurt too much. He couldn’t even see straight.

“Ah little Sparrow, so good of you to join us at last,” Barbossa said excitedly. Jack was frozen in the doorway, unable to take his eyes off of Will. The young man looked even worse up close…and that scream. He almost cried when he saw the amount of blood that was on the mattress. The sheets were almost entirely crimson.

“Oh God…Will.”

His eyes traveled up to Barbossa’s bloody fist and thought he’d be sick as he watched the man lick it clean. He must have paled because he saw the delighted grin that spread across Barbossa’s face. Will turned his head to stare at Jack as if he couldn’t believe he was actually real. He reached out weakly and looked at Jack with pleading eyes. Jack’s heart broke once again. He started marching towards the bed with every intention of butchering Barbossa, but he was stopped dead in his tracks.

“Not another step!” Barbossa said sweetly as he pulled out his dagger and held it to Will’s throat. “Drop your pistol…/now/!” he shouted pressing the blade hard enough to draw an angry red line on Will’s already bruised neck.

“What choice do I have,” Jack thought angrily, as he obediently placed his pistol on the floor.

“Kick it to me!” Jack obeyed and kicked his weapon to the bedside. The entire time Will was still crying and it was all Jack could do to not run to him and cradle him in his arms.

Barbossa leaned down and picked up the pistol giving it a once over. “’Tis a fine weapon, looks exactly like the one I gave ye…how quaint,” he smirked, knowing it was the same weapon. “Have ye been saving it all these years just to kill me with? Ha! Then this must be frightfully disappointing for you,” he cackled as he cocked the pistol and held it to Will’s chin.

“Don’t!” Jack shouted, lunging forward. The pistol was then aimed at him and he put his hands up in submission. “Don’t hurt him…please,” he mumbled out as he stared at his distraught lover, writhing in agony on the bloodstained bed.

“Just as I thought. The boy be a liability to you. Hmmm, what to do?” the mad man cooed as he wiped away one of Will’s many tears.

“J-Jack…h-hel-elp me…p-please…it hurts…I wa-ant to go h-ho-ome…” Will stuttered out in a pathetic, pained whimper. He didn’t care if he looked weak anymore. He couldn’t stop sobbing. The pain just wouldn’t stop. He was slapped harshly and he yelped, hiding behind his unbroken arm.

“When I want you to speak I’ll tell you to!” the man above him wailed as he brought the pistol harshly against his chin to emphasis his point. Jack took the opportunity to scan the room looking for anything he could use as a weapon, but found nothing. He had to do something. Will looked so fragile.

“Leave him alone you old bastard!” Jack growled. If he couldn’t rescue Will he could at least draw Barbossa’s attention away from him. “I’m here now. You got what you wanted…let him go!” He shifted on his feet nervously and looked from Will to Barbossa. “Please,” he mumbled pleadingly. The old pirate smirked.

“How very touching…I think I may vomit. You really have become soft in your old age little Sparrow…pity. I rather liked the feisty you. Your little plaything wasn’t nearly as hard to break. I rather enjoyed it though,” he said mockingly, relishing in the rage that spread across Jack’s face. “Oh does it bother you when I touch him?” Barbossa asked innocently as he ran his hand down Will’s chest. He circled his thumb over Will’s burnt nipple eliciting a moan of pain from the young man. Jack thought he would explode.

“GET YOUR FILTHY HANDS OFF HIM!” Jack screamed as he lunged at Barbossa. A shot rang out and Will shrieked as he saw Jack fall to the floor, believing him dead. Jack groaned in pain and glared up at Barbossa, clutching his leg.

“Tsk, tsk my little Sparrow. Patience is a virtue. You’ll get your turn.” Barbossa turned back to Will and continued exploring the youth’s body. He ran his hand down the laceration on Will’s chest, causing it to sting and burn. Will whimpered and turned his head toward Jack, his eyes begging Jack to stop the torture. “I do love playing with him…he’s much more amusing than you ever were. He’s even more fair…still so young…innocent,” he drawled on while slowly increasing the pressure as he continued to run his finger up and down the wound. “I think I’ll keep him…” he whispered, lost in his sadistic trance. He sat there, eyes gleaming as Will’s blood slowly made its way towards the surface.

“Stop! Leave him alone!” Jack was desperate. He couldn’t fight with an injured leg…even if it wasn’t injured Barbossa had Will as his hostage. He /had/ to get Will away from Barbossa somehow, or they were both lost. “Take me instead…” he almost whispered, trying to keep his voice calm. Barbossa froze and turned towards Jack with a deadly smile on his face. Will looked at him disbelievingly and shook his head tears streaming down his face.

“No…” he gasped out, his voice full of despair. Barbossa turned his attention from Jack back to Will.

“Oh what’s the matter, poppet? Have ye become too fond of me to share?” he said wiping some sweat from Will’s creased brow.

“I’m serious Barbossa. You’ve been waiting to get back at me all this time…here I am…vulnerable, savvy?” Jack said staring at him seductively and flashing his most charming smile. Barbossa laughed.

“I have been waiting twenty years to get even with ye…but not how ye think. You’re much older than ye were and I’m not partial to middle aged men. Ye not be innocent anymore little Sparrow…I made sure of that long ago. I just wanted you to see the most important thing in the world to you broken, bruised, and in my clutches,” he started cackling and raised his pistol again. “Say goodnight little Sparrow!” he shouted as he aimed at Jack’s head.

“This is it…I’m so sorry Will…” Jack thought as he stared down the barrel. Will panicked.

“NO!” But what could he do? “The glass!” his frenzied mind screamed. Will reached back with his injured wrist, and grabbed a large shard leftover from when the pitcher shattered. Without a second thought, he jammed it into Barbossa’s shoulder as deeply as he could. The glass cut into his hand and his wrist throbbed, but he didn’t care. He had to save Jack.

It worked. Barbossa shouted in pain and misfired. Purely on the strength of adrenaline, Jack launched himself up with his good leg and body slam Barbossa, grabbing the pistol in the process. He knocked the mad man off of Will and sent him tumbling to the floor. He aimed the pistol at Barbossa but the man was too quick and he lunged to the side, yanking Will off the bed. Will screamed as his whole body became a vessel of pain.

“Stay where you are!” the old pirate screamed, holding Will in front of him like a shield. This wasn’t supposed to happen! He was supposed to win! Barbossa clutched Will tightly to his body making sure Sparrow couldn’t get a clear shot. He slowly stood up, still holding Will. Will moaned and whined. He couldn’t stand, so Barbossa painfully dragged him to the far door. Jack followed as best he could with his injured leg.

“Well I must say our reunion has been a joy little Sparrow, but I really must be going…do keep in touch!” he shouted before whispering something in Will’s ear, causing the boy to wail in despair. He then threw Will into Jack’s arms, knocking both of them to the floor. Jack tried to get up and chase after the evil pirate, but Will was clutching to him like a lifeline, as if the young man still feared he was an illusion. Will began to sob profusely. He didn’t know if it was out of pain, tension, relief, or sheer joy of seeing his lover again. Jack cradled his fevered lover into his arms and wrapped him snuggly in the bloody sheet.

“It’s okay little one. You’re safe…I won’t lim gim get you. He won’t hurt you anymore,” he whispered hurriedly, not sure if he was trying to comfort Will or himself. Will only sobbed harder and buried his face in Jack’s shirt. Jack held him close and gently stroked Will’s curls and tried not to cause his lover anymore pain. Will suddenly jerked his head up and looked at Jack with big, teary, concerned eyes.

“A-a-re…yo-you…al-all…r-ri-right?” he managed to choke out between sobs as he weakly ran his trembling hand over Jack’s cheek. Jack lost it. He started crying. Will had been going through hell for the past day and a half and all he could think about was Jack’s well being. He took Will’s hand and kissed it ever so gently, pulling Will even closer to his chest.

“Yes…yes I’m fine, love. Don’t worry, everything will be okay,” he said starting to sob. He held Will tightly and started to rock back and forth. Will let out a sigh of relief and then passed out. He was so tired and he’d lost so much blood. Jack just sat there sobbing and holding his sickly, injured lover.

Suddenly the door flew open and Ana Maria burst in, guns at the ready. She paused when she saw Jack sitting on the floor, rocking Will’s prone, bloody form in the middle of the room. She couldn’t move. She had never seen her captain so emotional before. She almost felt as though she was intruding on their intimate moment, but she had to. She cleared her throat and spoke in a soft voice.

“Begging your pardon Captain but…we’ve taken the ship. The men are awaiting your orders.” She looked at Will’s back and saw all the angry red lashes. Her stomach churned at the awful sight, but she managed to keep it in check. Jack looked up at her with forlorn eyes. She gasped. He looked like a little lost boy, not the legendary Captain Jack Sparrow. She sniffled back a sob and moved forward. “Here,” she spoke softly and motherly, “let me take him…you’re injured and I doubt he wants to be touched by more men.” Jack just nodded dumbly.

Ana Maria may have looked petite but she was as strong as any man. She draped Will’s arm over her shoulder and held him around the waist. After making sure the sheet would stay secure and preserve the boy’s dignity, she began the journey above deck. Jack followed closely behind, limping as fast as he could.

By the time they made it above deck Jack had stopped crying, but he still looked like a dead man walking. He looked up to find Barbossa’s crew chained and subdued. His own crew was shoving them roughly onto the Pearl.

“Where’s Barbossa?” he slurred angrily. His crew looked at him sympathetically, but they didn’t know how to tell him.

“We couldn’t find him,” Ana Maria offered up before she returned to her task of getting Will onto the Pearl.

“WHAT?!” he screeched. “We’re on a ship in the middle of the bloody ocean! What do you mean, you can’t find him?” Jack had lost it. He ran up to the first man in chains he could find and held his dagger to his face, “WHERE IS HE?! TELL ME!!” he screamed.

“Captain! Get a hold of yourself! Will is safe. We got what we came for! Now calm down! You have to be strong for him…he needs you now more than ever. Right now the important thing is getting Will medical help. We can deal with that bastard later!” Ana Maria scolded, cradling Will’s head. Jack glared at her, but only for a moment. She was right…and he knew it.

“All right men! Get these dogs locked in the brig!” he shouted before limping his way onto the Pearl.

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Jack sat beside his bed. Will lay on his bed, on his stomach, unconscious. They’d had the ship’s healer examine him while he was passed out to reduce his embarrassment. Will still had a high fever, but the healing salves were working and Jack had been applying cold compresses to his forehead. They had reset his wrist and wrapped it tightly in cloth. The poor boy had two black eyes, small lacerations all over his badly swollen face, a split lip, bruising all around his neck and body, at least one cracked rib, and of course the whip marks on his back and the huge cut down his chest. Then there were the other injuries to his most intimate place. They had to use stitches in some parts to stop the bleeding, he was torn so badly.

Jack hadn’t moved since they had brought Will on board. His leg had been tended to and they had tried to give him something for the pain, but he’d refused. He was numb anyway. Will had been in a fitful, feverish sleep for hours now. He cried out constantly, whimpering in pain and fear. Tears streamed down the youth’s face and he called Jack’s name more than once. It broke Jack’s heart. He couldn’t do anything to soothe Will except replace the cool compresses. The entire crew had asked about Will’s well being, but Jack only allowed Gibbs and Ana Maria to enter the room. He knew Will trusted them the most. Neither of them stayed very long, the heart-wrenching scene disturbing them too much.

Jack sighed. They had been unable to find Barbossa. He couldn’t understand it. “How could he just disappear in the middle of the ocean?” he pondered, confused and hopeless. He had had his crew search every cabin and hold on Barbossa’s ship…nothing. He looked at Will; the poor boy was crying in his sleep again. “How am I supposed to tell him?” he thought, feeling tears fall down his face. “Enough of this,” he told himself bitterly, brushing away his tears with the back of his hand. He bent down and placed a gentle kiss on Will’s cheek.

“I’ll be back soon, love,” he whispered quietly, before exiting his chambers.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*(Here comes that KILL THEM ALL! Scene I was warning you about. Lot’s of gore…I hope! ^_^)

After ordering the healer to keep watch over Will, Jack had Gibbs and Ana Maria bring Barbossa’s crew above deck. Maybe he couldn’t get Barbossa, but he could still punish Will’s other tormentors.

He smirked evilly…he was going to thoroughly enjoy this.

When all of them were gathered and lined up, still chained, Jack slowly walked up and down the row of convicts. A cane assisted him, but he looked no less threatening. He stared each one in the eye before moving on to the next. Ana Maria stood behind him, glaring death at the scum, as she cleaned her nails with a rather impressive dagger. When Jack had finished his rounds, he moved back to the center and spoke in a low voice.

“Which of you touched him?” He scanned the men looking for any sign of admittance, but none of them budged. He sighed. “All right then…have it your way,” he pulled out his pistol and shot the man closest to him in the stomach. As he lay on the deck, slowly bleeding to death, Jack asked his question again, “Who touched him? Or you all suffer the same fate…and believe me…a gun shot to the gut is a terrible way to die.” He smirked at the worried looks that crossed the convicts’ faces. He knew they were breaking. “Those of you that speak will be granted mercy,” he added, knowing it would fish out the traitors.


Sure enough the group of men turned on each other. They shouted accusations and soon the twelve men that had assaulted Will had been pinpointed.

“No loyalty amongst filth I see,” Ana Maria sneered, as she motioned for the snitches to be taken back to the brig.

“Well, well, well…” Jack smiled sweetly at his now very worried captives. “Tell me…did you enjoy yourselves?” he asked smugly, glaring at them. They refused to answer. “Did his screams for mercy excite you? Did you relish in his tears of pain? DID YOU?!” Jack screamed as he slapped one of the bastards across the face. The man glared at him and spat in his face.

“Yes!” he seethed, infuriated at being treated so. Jack looked at him completely stone-faced. He stood there staring at the arrogant man before he lunged forward, fast as lightening, and stabbed the man in the groin. He then twisted his once-concealed dagger and yanked it upwards. The man screamed in agony and begged for mercy. Jack only glared at him with disbelief.

“DID YOU SHOW WILL ANY MERCY?! I THINK NOT! HOW /DARE/ YOU ASK ME!!” he screeched, before removing his dagger and watching the man slump forward. He called for Ana Maria to come forward. “Tie a rope around his neck and lift him so that if he stands, he can breathe. If he falls…he’ll die.” Her eyes lit up with bloodlust and she did as told. The man was hoisted to his feet and a rope was secured around his neck. With his injury, standing would be agony, but to fall would mean a slow death…masterful. She had to admire the captain’s unique punishment.

“Let me have one,” she begged Jack, as a small child would ask their mother for a puppy. He smiled at her.

“She really does care about Will,” he thought sadly, as the image of his broken and beaten lover came crashing back, fueling his rage. “My dear lady, I could never deny you anything,” he said affectionately, as Ana Maria snorted at the word /lady/. “By all means my men don’t hold back! I know many of you have had loved ones that have been hurt by scum similar to these!” Jack shouted enjoying the look of fear that spread over his captives’ faces. “I hope it was worth what you’re about to go through, you pathetic sniveling wastes of skin!” Jack sneered before he moved to sit on a barrel and watch the fun. He wanted to save his revenge for Barbossa. They were near an island…perhaps the pirate had escaped to it. Immediately, Jack rejected the notion…he would have seen the lifeboat.

A scream brought him out of his reverie and he looked up to find Ana Maria chopping off a convict’s other hand. “Filthy hands! You won’t touch anyone with them ever again!” she yelled. She held them up to the man’s face and slapped him with one. “Say goodbye!” she shouted as she chucked them overboard, along with the man. “I hope you can learn to float!” she crowed happily as she watched the man splashing frantically. “Say hello to the sharks for me.”

“Well done lass!” Gibbs commended, as he patted her on the shoulder. Jack felt renewed and decided to rejoin the activities. Gibbs went up to one of the men and poured his flask out over the fellow’s head, then drew a piece of flint and steel out of his pocket. A quick spark, and the man was a pillar of living flame. He screamed and thrashed about, still chained. His burning flesh heated up the chains of the other men and they started to shout as well. Satisfied, Gibbs splashed a bucket of seawater on the man to put out the fire. “Oh I’m sorry! Does the salt in that water hurt?” Gibbs asked in mock stupidity, as the man’s screams didn’t fade.

“Oh shut up already!” Ana Maria sighed as she slit his throat. He gurgled and fell to the deck, dead. Mr. Cotton walked up behind Jack and placed a hand on his shoulder, giving him a questioning glance.

“By all means Mr. Cotton,” Jack said obligingly, as he stepped aside and let the man through. Mr. Cotton’s parrot screeched and flew at one of the men, clawing his eyes out.

“Scurvy knave!” it squawked as the man tried to get away. Mr. Cotton then shot the man in the stomach and let him bleed to death.

“Not especially creative, but none the less worthy,” Jack thought as he watched the man die.

Ana Maria had already moved onto another man. She punched him in the stomach and slammed her knee into his nose as he jack hammered forward. She took her dagger and jabbed it into his throat, pinning him to the mast. He twitched and sputtered, until he finally died. She yanked her dagger out and moved on to another.

“I like Jack’s rope trick,” she said, smiling at the man in front of her. She slashed his Achilles tendons before she wrapped a rope around his neck and watched him struggle to remain standing.

“And what did you do to my William?” Jack asked walking up to a rather nervous looking man. He was sweating more than the rest, so Jack /knew/ he must have done something rather heinous. “ANSWER ME!” He shouted in the man’s face.

“I-I-I-I made him please me twice…I fucked his mouth before I fucked his body,” the man sniveled out. “I’m sorry! I didn’t know he meant so much to you! I would never have touched him if I’d known he was yours!” the man pleaded. Jack looked at him with disgust.

“To touch /anyone/ with out their permission is even worse a crime than mutiny! It shouldn’t matter /who/ he was! He begged you to stop! But you didn’t seem to care so why should I…savvy?” Jack snarled as he unlocked the chains and snapped the man’s wrist…the same one as Will’s. He then ripped off the man’s clothes and grabbed his manhood. He held up his dagger and in one swing, chopped it right off. The man wailed in pain and Jack grabbed his jaw. He forced it open and cut out the man’s tongue. “There…now you’ll never use these to hurt anyone every again,” Jack snarled as he chucked the man over board.

He looked next to him to see Ana Maria shove one of the other convict’s severed member down his throat. The man choked to death on his own cock. Gibbs was presently seeing how many stab wounds one of the other convicts could survive. While other members of the crew were busy in their own, unique tortures.


By nightfall all twelve men lay dead and bloody on the deck. The coppery tang of blood was thick in the air and you could almost taste the charred flesh. Jack looked up at his crew and smiled sadly. He wasn’t proud of what had happened here, but he knew it had to be done. Will had been made to suffer at the hands of these bastards and he would be scarred for the rest of his life. It was only fitting that the last moments of his tormentors’ lives be as painful as his recovery would be.

He sighed to himself as he watched his crew dumping the bodies and mopping the deck. The chains clanged and scrapped against the deck, which was crimson from the amount of blood shed. There was an island about five miles in. Perhaps some of the ones still alive could make it to there and die a slow painful death. He didn’t know what to do with Barbossa’s vessel, so he left it there. They had nothing that they really needed anyway. He took the ammunition and the rum and then set it adrift.

“Man the sails I want to get as far away from this place as possible!” he ordered as he headed below deck again. They had all agreed that they wouldn’t mention any of what happened above deck to Will. The poor boy was too gentle for his own good, and Jack didn’t want Will knowing of the violence he was capable of. But what was done was done, and Jack didn’t regret it.

He dismissed the healer and sat back down in his chair beside the bed. Will looked slightly better. He touched the youth’s forehead to find that his fever had gone down. Jack checked Will’s whip lashes and spread more healing salve on them just to be sure. He heard Will whimper again, as another nightmare started to take hold. Jack smoothed the hair out of Will’s face as he placed a gentle kiss on his forehead before settling back down in his chair.

“Don’t worry little one…I’ll watch over you tonight…I promise,” Jack cooed into his ear. To his relief Will sighed and seemed to calm. The nightmare had been safely defeated…for now.

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As the Black Pearl head away for the horizon, the empty vessel left behind appeared dead. It was heavily damaged from battle, and ransacked of all its ammunition. If any of the crew on the Pearl had bothered to look back they could have seen a dark figure slowly make his way onto the deck. He stood there watching the Pearl sail away, and seeing the bodies of his crew floating in the water. The only sound that could be heard was a sadistic cackle as the Black Pearl sailed off into the sunset.


TBC…