Witch

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.

Summary: What did Jack do to be tortured so? He would love to know. Torture, Rape, Lemon, Slash.

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Chapter 6 – Surgery

Dr. Abernathy turned to Anamaria. “Make sure you put that rag to his nose every 15 minutes. I don’t want him waking up in the middle of this.” He handed her a couple of bottles of clear fluid and the rag, which she put above Jack’s head on the shelf.

The doctor removed the sheet from Jack’s body and Anamaria’s breath hitched. Jack was naked except for various bandages and a breechcloth. He had been tied securely from shoulders to ankle to a board on the bed so that he couldn’t have moved had he been conscious. Abernathy made his first incision and there were a couple of spurts of blood from the leg, which the doctor touched a hot rod to, stopping the blood flow. Anna was fascinated. She’d gutted many men before, but seeing the gentle way that the doctor slid the odd-looking knife through Jack’s skin to the bone was a sight that she had never dreamed of in her worst nightmares, and as he whittled the tops of the lower leg bones into points, she watched almost as in a trance, only coming out long enough to put the cloth to Jack’s face when she was supposed to. She watched as the doctor started cutting away the tendons and ligaments that clung to the bones carefully, explaining everything he was doing as he did it.

Finally, several hours later, the doctor had finish removing the bones, carving what was left into the shapes he wanted them to be in. Anamaria felt rather ill at the sight. She wasn’t sure if she’d be able to eat meat ever again. She concentrated on the elegant French clock on Jack’s desk rather than the spread-open meat before her, but her gaze kept wandering back to what the doctor was doing, as the descriptions he was giving were fascinating.

After a while of this, she realized that the doctor had finished fitting the gold bones into place, and was working on attaching the ligaments and tendons that he’d removed from Jack’s actual bones. He was attaching them into the gold bones through small holes with long strands of black thread and cutting them off closely, then going on to the next one. “Looks like ye be knitting him together there. Will he feel any of the threads inside him?”

“These aren’t thread, actually, but no, he won’t feel anything that I’m putting into him as anything foreign.”

“Well, if it’s not thread, what are ye knittin’ him with?”

“I found a particularly long braid on the back of his head, so I’m using that. I’ve found it’s much better that way.”

“Jack’s goin’ t’kill ye for that. It was his favorite. What’s the hair sittin’ in? It smells like liquor, but not like any I’ve smelled or tasted before.”

“It’s a very high quality corn liquor. And you wouldn’t want to drink it straight. It’ll burn a hole in your stomach.” He finished with another tendon and started on another. “So how long have you known Captain Sparrow?”

“Jack? Nigh on nine years now. Since shortly after he lost the Black Pearl to Barbossa.”

They discussed her life as the doctor continued connecting things to the gold bones.

As the doctor finished an area, he sprinkled what appeared to be rice on the area, counting them as he went. “What are ye doin’ now?”

“These maggots eat any dead flesh so that he doesn’t get infected when I stitch him up. But don’t worry. I’ll remove them before I close.”

Anamaria was getting greener by the moment, but she refused to give up and heave out the porthole. The doctor noticed. “If you must throw up, kindly make sure that you do so AWAY from the bed, as I do not wish to have the area dirtied.”

She ran to the porthole and heaved out the back of the ship.

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“So how did you become half owner of the Black Pearl?” Captain London just couldn’t figure it out.

Will Turner stared into his mug as he answered. It was his fourth, and he wasn’t a drinker. However, to say that he was three sheets to the wind wouldn’t really be fair. Two, maybe. Three was a bit much. “I ‘uz engaged to love o’ m’life, bu’ foun’ I wuz havin’ trouble fit’n’ in her worl’. She’s hi-hic!- soshiedy, ‘n’ I ‘uz a blacksmith apprenniss…er…journeyman…m’master finally brough’ me to th’guild as an engagement presen’. Buggerin’ ol’ drunk shoulda brought me two years afore. -buurp!- I’da bin made a mas’r by then if he done the righ’ thing.” He held up his sword, which was truly master caliber. “Anyway, I cou’n’ get used t’her worl’, ‘n’ she knew she coul’n’ live ‘n mine. So we spli’. I’wuz frien’ly, but we’ere no longer engaged.” He looked at the black window leading to the dock area, dreamily. “I heard she married Commo’ore Norri’ton soon af’er we broke i’ off.”

“You were engaged to Elizabeth Swann?”

Will looked at Captain London, his face a drunken mask. “Yup. I’m gla’ she marrie’ Jamie…er…Norrie…er…’e Commo’ore. He’ll do righ’ by ‘er.” He took a deep breath. “Couple week af’er we spli’ up, I sar’ed feelin’ los’. I ha’ met Jack ‘n his crew jus’ afore then, ‘n’ he tol’ me I’d en’ up wan’in’ the sea. He ‘uz righ’. So I came o Tor’uga ‘n’ wai’ed till ‘e docke’ ‘n’ joine’ ‘is crew.”

“But that doesn’t explain how ye became his partner. I’ve never heard of two Captains aboard the same ship before. From everything I’ve heard, you have just as much say about that ship as Jack does!”

“Well, Jack taugh’ m’ever’thin’ I know abou’ ships, baddles, ‘n’ givin’ or’ers. ‘M afrai’ tha’ when I firs’ sign’ on I ‘uz ‘orry…erp!…horribly naive. Bu’ af’er a while ‘e deci’ed we be par’ners. ‘E e’en rema’ ‘e ship’s ar’icles a make me equal t’im in ev’ry way.”

“But why YOU? I’ve known Jack for years. Anamaria and Mr. Gibbs know far more than anyone else on that ship. Why did he not make Anamaria his partner? Was it just because you’re Bootstrap’s son?”

“’At ha’ noffin’ a do wiff it. ‘E jus’ wannuda make it offic’l wha’ we ha’ since a week af’er I joine’ ‘im.”

“And what was that?”

Will took another sip of his mug, looking glum. “Tha’ ‘as when we became lov’rs an’ I move’ ina ‘is cabin.”

“Ye became his cabin boy?”

“No. Never been cabin boy. Li’ I sai’, we’re equal.”

“Now, I might be oversteppin’ me bounds here, but I never imagined Jack with a fine, strappin’ man such as yourself. I’d always thought Jack would more like a softer boy-man if ye catch me drift.”

Will laughed as he finished his mug and ordered another. He figured they’d carry him back to the Pearl when they came to get him. Every time he thought of Jack’s helpless body with no bones in his foot he gulped down another swig of rum. “When I star’ed wi’ Jack, I WAS closer t’boy-man. I grown four inches since th’n. Bu’ I surprise’ ‘im when eh wen’ t’seduce me. I been push’ aroun’ m’whole life, ‘n’ I deci’ed t’take control. We been toge-hic!-together ever since.”

“So you take HIM?”

“Mos’ly.”

“Well that’s some news about Jack!”

The dirty windows of the tavern were turning from black to grey as the sun started to rise. Suddenly, there was a loud report from the direction of the docks, and an explosion not far from the tavern. Everyone in the building streamed out, pistols and swords in hand, to see a ship firing cannons at the dock. Will, upon seeing the Cardinal’s cross on the mainsail, sprinted as best he could to the Pearl. As he neared the gangplank, he saw a cannonball hit the middle of the foremast, though not hard enough to take it down. Even in his bleary state, he could see that the Pearl was the other ship’s primary target.

As he hit the gangplank, a cannonball hit the plank, propelling him back onto the dock. He picked himself off of the dock and climbed onto the ship using one of the mooring cables, all the while screaming orders to cut those same lines, return fire, and get the hell out of there. When he arrived on the deck, he drew his sword and cut the cable he’d just climbed, and ran for the helm. The Pearl’s guns fired, the grape shot taking out many of the soldiers on the main deck.

Anamaria ran out of the Captain’s cabin and up to the helm. “Get your drunken arse into that cabin and help the doctor! I’ll see t’this!”

Will started to protest, took glance at the look in her eye, and ran into the cabin, missing the door at first because the guns fired, rocking the ship momentarily in a direction the drunken ex-blacksmith’s addled brain didn’t expect. Once he made it inside, he had to shield his eyes, as it seemed that every lantern, candle, and mirror were in the cabin; it was as bright as daylight in there. Dr. Abernathy was stitching the leg up, for which Will was grateful. Will glanced at Jack, then looked at the doctor. “What y’wan’ me t’do, doctor?”

The doctor winced slightly. I’m quite surprised you’re still upright, considering how much it smells like you must have drunk. Just take that rag and put it to the captain’s nose for a few seconds and put it down. I’m almost finished.” The ship rocked as an explosion crashed into the hull below them. “And what is that infernal commotion?”

“That, dear doctor, is ‘e Cardinal’s ship. As soon ‘s you finish, you’re goin’ inna da bol’hole. Jack won’ fit w’ya, so it’s yours. We nee’ ya.”

The doctor finished the stitches. Will fought down the desire to vomit.

“The foot will have to be bound tightly, but it’ll have to wait for a little while.”

Will nodded and ran to the desk, pushing it out of the way. He ran his hands down the wall, pressing his fingers into three knotholes. The wall opened easily and he opened a chest at the foot of the bed and began heaving papers into it. The books he tossed onto the desk. Once the area had been cleared, he pointed at it and looked at the doctor. “Get in. I’ll ge’ya out when i’s over.” Abernathy scrambled in, and Will closed the wall.

Will walked over to Jack and found the sheet, putting it over him, then left the room. As he was stepping out the door, there was an explosion as a cannonball went through the deck only a few feet in front of him, sending him back into the door, unconscious.

After a few more volleys, the Cardinal’s ship was out of firing angle to hit the Pearl, and seemed to give up and leave. It may have helped that five other pirate ships left the dock to help defend Tortuga and the Pearl. It was one thing to attack a pirate ship out in the open sea. It was quite another to attack one in the pirate haven of Tortuga. There, they stuck together despite their usual quibbles. Anamaria brought the ship around and dropped anchor at another part of the dock. Then began the messy chore of counting the dead and wounded and taking inventory of the ship in order to make repairs.

Mr. Cotton was the first to notice Will, and after determining that the boy had merely been knocked out, had Chandler help him to deposit Captain Turner in the bed next to Jack and left the cabin.

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