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Adult ++
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9
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Vision and Touch
The Sail Maker
Pirates of the Caribbean – NC-17/XXX
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.
Beta: Thank you Pendragginink, oh mighty keeper of plot bunnies!!! You really ARE the greatest!!! I can’t thank you enough!
Summary: The last time Will saw him, Captain Jack Sparrow was being dragged aboard the ship of Capt. Jonas, a pirate from Jack's past with a score to settle. W/J, O/J. Violence, Mutilation, Slash, angst, lemon.
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Chapter 6 – Vision and Touch
Will decided to change the subject. “So how do your eyes feel?”
“Not bad. How long before the bandages come off?” Jack straightened in the bed, his head on the pillow.
“The doctor said you could have them off tomorrow if you wish.”
“If I wish? Whelp, I’ve been waitin’ five years to be able to open my eyes. Yes, I wish.” He rolled over away from Will. “Oh God, I wish...”
“Jack, don’t think of that for now. We’ll talk about that when we’re safely back in the captain’s cabi the the Pearl. All right?”
He turned back over. “All right.”
Will watched Jack for reactions. “Well, how about we practice shaking hands? That’s a good start, right?”
Jack seemed to think about it, and shook his head as if to clear it. “All right.” He held his breath as he brought his hand up. When Will took hold of it, Jack flinched very slightly, and barely hissed as he let the breath out. Will slowly shook his hand, but didn’t let go. Jack started to relax at first, then a shiver ran through him, and he jerked his hand away. “I’m sorry William. I tried. I really did.”
Will smiled. “Actually, you did quite well. I saw you start to relax near the end. What happened?”
“I don’t know. I thought it was starting to feel good, but then...” He shivered again.
“That’s all right. We can try it again in a little while. Or maybe just allow me to hold your hand instead of shaking it. You know, start out VERY slowly.”
Jack nodded. “Maybe. But I still don’t know why you would do this for nowinowing what you know.”
“Because I love you, you old fool. Can’t you understand that it doesn’t matter to me? That I’ll love you just the same?”
“Even if it turns out that I can’t ever be touched again?”
“Yes, even then. But it won’t. Because we’ll practice with little things. Like this. Prepare yourself.” He saw Jack tense, then he leaned down and lightly kissed him on the forehead.
Jack flinched, then smiled. “Yes, we can practice.”
Will smiled. “Now it’s time for you to get some sleep. It’s after midnight. I’ll be right here when you wake up, just like I was this time.”
“Thank you, William Turner. You know it’s because I loved you that I stayed away.”
“You shouldn’t have.”
“Yes, lad. I know that now. Goodnight...young William.”
Will chuckled. “Goodnight, old Jack.”
Jack laughed as he rolled over to fall asleep.
* - * - *
They were both awakened by Dr. Sherwood. He had Jack sit up, and instructed Will to close the thick curtains. The light in the room was very dim. “Now remember, no promises, other than your eyes are open. Now, as I remove the bandages, I need you to keep your eyes closed. Then, only when I tell you it’s ok, open them.” He started unwrapping the bandages. Jack was smiling like a child with a Christmas package, having been told he couldn’t unwrap it yet. Finally, the doctor took the last layer of bandages off. Will looked at Jack’s face and smiled. The doctor had been able to slit them open perfectly, and now the lids looked normal. Dr. Sherwood brought his face in close. “Open your eyes, Jack.”
Jack opened his eyes, then squinted. Will could see the film that the doctor was talking about. Jack’s right eye seemed about half filled with it.
Jack looked in Will’s direction and smiled. “You’re looking good, whelp. You’ve grown a bit since the last time I saw you.” He turned to the doctor. “Doctor, how can I ever thank you. You’ve given me new hope. Is it always going to seem so bright?”
The doctor smiled. “I’m glad it worked. And no, your eyes will adjust slowly, but you should be seeing fairly normally in just a little while. Now, close your left eye and tell me what you see? I’m a bit worried about the film I found there.”
Jack closed his left eye. “There’s a bit of a halo around you, and the right edge of my vision seems dark. Like someone put blinders on me. But I can SEE! Doctor, you don’t know what a godsend you are. Maybe that’s why you’ve got that halo, eh?”
Dr. Sherwood laughed. “No, I’m no saint or angel. Just a doctor who’s glad you can see. As your eyes adjust to the light, start lighting candles and wait till they adjust to those. Once you’ve adjusted completely to the candles, call me and we’ll looain.ain.” He left the room.
Jack kept looking at Will. “Lad, you’ve grown into the spitting image of your father. I wish he were here to see you. He’d be proud.”
Will smi “Th “Thank you, Jack.”
“I think I’d like to practice that handshake again, lad. Maybe now that I can see what I’m doing, it might go better.” He tentatively held out his hand.
When Will took hold of his hand, Jack smiled. “I think I’ll be all right soon.” A couple seconds later, he shook violently and pulled his hand back. “Well, maybe a little longer than I thought...” He gave Will a sheepish grin.
* - * - *
Only a few hours later, Jack’s eyes had adjusted adequately. After thanking and paying him, Jack and Will walked out of the office and Jack decided that they should walk back to the boat. All along the way, he kept looking around as if he were a child again, smiling and nodding at everyone they passed. He’d taken to wearing a red scarf around his head again, to keep the hair out of his eyes.
By the time they arrived at the longboat, Jack was limping slightly. Will asked him about it. “After too much walkin’, it gets a mite tender is all. Don’t pay it a mind.” Jack pushed the boat into the water and hopped in. Will followed. Jack took the oars and rowed back to the Black Pearl.
When Jack reached the top of the ladder, the entire crew was waiting there, cheering. The cook brought out some pastries; the rum flowed freely. Glovings brought a tankard to Jack. “Seein’ as how ye can see yer way agin, we thought ye might like some rum. The crew wot worked with you before said ye used t’like it.”
Jack grinned. “Aye. Thank you.” He turned to the crew. “And thank you...all of you!” He took a tentative sip of the rum, smiled, then downed it. “This is mighty fine rum! Thank you again!” He was given a pastry and a bottle of rum, and he strode into the captain’s cabin, smiling.
Will followed only a minute later, licking his fingers and grinning. “They really like you, Jack. And that’s why I’m giving you back the Pearl.” Jack started to protest, but Will held up his hand. “Don’t argue. She’s never been my ship, Jack. She’s your Lady...your lover. When I took over after we thought you were dead, she was literally falling apart pining for you no matter how often we fixed her. I’d almost gotten to the point of wanting to put her out of her misery. Now that you’re back, she’s happy, and she hasn’t had anything go wrong. Now pe...e...let me rewrite the articles to make you the captain again. I know the crew would vote for you anyway. Did you see their faces?”
“Yes, whelp, I did. But don’t go doin’ something stupid like givin’ up your captaincy. I don’t have to be the captain anymore. She’s your ship, but I’ll happily help at the helm to keep her happy.”
“Jack, now YOU are the one doing something stupid. But I won’t let you. She’s YOUR ship, Jack. I’ve held on to her for you for five years, but she’s never been mine. Tell you what, I’ll tell the men I’m changing the articles to make you captain and we’ll see what they say. All right?”
Jack seemed resigned. “Yes, Captain.”
“Now stop that. Every time I say something that angers you, you call me ‘Captain.’”
“Then it should prove to you that when I call you ‘Captain’ that you’ve done something stupid.”
Will walked out, shaking his head. “Bloody pirate.”
* - * - *
When he announced to the crew that he was giving the captaincy to Jack and that he was stepping down, the crew balked. As Jack walked out of the cabin, Croomer called out, “Why would ye want t’step down, Captain? We’ve been lookin’ at ye both as Cap’ns anyway. Why not just make it official?” There were cheers among the crew.
Jack glared at Will for only a second, and walked back into the cabin, grumbling.
Will changed the articles right then and there, and the entire crew happily signed them. He walked into the captain’s cabin to find Jack looking at the portrait over the desk. “So, whelp. When did ye have this portrait made? It’s a fine likeness, but I don’t remember posing for a painting.”
Will grinned. “I did it from memory. If the Pearl and I couldn’t have the real you, I wanted us to have something to remind us of you.”
“You painted this? Whelp, you’re an artist. I didn’t know. It’s beautiful, even if the subject matter is rather lacking.” Jack turned his back to the painting, walked to the table and sat down, grabbing the signed articles on his wa“So “So it’s official then?”
“Yes. We’re both captains.” He walked over and put his hands on Jack’s shoulders.
Jack cringed slightly, but allowed his hands to stay; even leaning his head against one. “You’re too good to me, lad.” After about a minute, he started to shake and Will pulled his hands away.
“That was better, Jack. It took you longer this time. We’re definitely making progress.”
Jack smiled sheepishly. “Aye. It takes an effort, but I’ll be better eventually.” He took his scarf off and placed it on the table, and started making a braid in his knee-length hair.
“Jack, how did it happen?”
Jack looked at Will and shivered. “I’d rather not talk about it.”
“Please tell me. I really need to know.”
Jack’s eyes took on a haunted look. “All right, William. But it’s not a pretty story.”
“I don’t expect it to be. But I must know.”
“You remember what I said about what Captain Jonas did to me?”
“Yes. You said you were lashed to the end of a cannon. You said it misfired the one time they tried to kill you with it.”
“Aye. It misfired because I was careful to piss in it every day. It wouldn’t have fired if they’d have sent a torch down the end of it. When Captain Jonas discovered that, he had me taken off of the cannon and brought to the middle of the quarterdeck...”
* - * - *
Strong arms held Jack and dragged him to a barrel, where Captain Jonas was waiting. Jack was so weak that he couldn’t have fought if he’d have wanted to. They held his nude form standing before the Captain. “So ye pissed in me cannon, eh? We can’t have any more of that happenin’, now can we?”
The crew laughed.
Jack raised his head. “Ye can’t blame a man for havin’ to take a piss, now, can ye?” He smiled weakly.
The quartermaster backhanded him across the face. “You will not talk back to the captain!”
Jonas smiled. “And why can’t I blame you for anything I wish? I should have done this before I had you lashed to the cannon.” He produced a small hand axe. The men holding Jack brought him forward so that his manhood and sac lay on the barrel. The quartermaster grabbed Jack’s member and stretched it as far as it would go across the barrel. The man on his right let go of his arm and pressed a gun to his neck. Captain Jonas put the axe in Jack’s hand, and held his own hand over Jack’s. “Now chop it off and you go on breathin’.” Jack held his breath in horror as the quartermaster moved the axe in his hand up over his shoulder. The scream as the axe landed was said to have been heard for miles before he passed out from the pain.
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TBC
A/N: Ouchie! Now quick ! Feed the plot bunnies before I decide to leave him there!
Pirates of the Caribbean – NC-17/XXX
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.
Beta: Thank you Pendragginink, oh mighty keeper of plot bunnies!!! You really ARE the greatest!!! I can’t thank you enough!
Summary: The last time Will saw him, Captain Jack Sparrow was being dragged aboard the ship of Capt. Jonas, a pirate from Jack's past with a score to settle. W/J, O/J. Violence, Mutilation, Slash, angst, lemon.
A/N: Please don’t forget those lovely plot bunnies...they need reviews to keep going on...so hit the REVIEW button when you’re finished, please.
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Chapter 6 – Vision and Touch
Will decided to change the subject. “So how do your eyes feel?”
“Not bad. How long before the bandages come off?” Jack straightened in the bed, his head on the pillow.
“The doctor said you could have them off tomorrow if you wish.”
“If I wish? Whelp, I’ve been waitin’ five years to be able to open my eyes. Yes, I wish.” He rolled over away from Will. “Oh God, I wish...”
“Jack, don’t think of that for now. We’ll talk about that when we’re safely back in the captain’s cabi the the Pearl. All right?”
He turned back over. “All right.”
Will watched Jack for reactions. “Well, how about we practice shaking hands? That’s a good start, right?”
Jack seemed to think about it, and shook his head as if to clear it. “All right.” He held his breath as he brought his hand up. When Will took hold of it, Jack flinched very slightly, and barely hissed as he let the breath out. Will slowly shook his hand, but didn’t let go. Jack started to relax at first, then a shiver ran through him, and he jerked his hand away. “I’m sorry William. I tried. I really did.”
Will smiled. “Actually, you did quite well. I saw you start to relax near the end. What happened?”
“I don’t know. I thought it was starting to feel good, but then...” He shivered again.
“That’s all right. We can try it again in a little while. Or maybe just allow me to hold your hand instead of shaking it. You know, start out VERY slowly.”
Jack nodded. “Maybe. But I still don’t know why you would do this for nowinowing what you know.”
“Because I love you, you old fool. Can’t you understand that it doesn’t matter to me? That I’ll love you just the same?”
“Even if it turns out that I can’t ever be touched again?”
“Yes, even then. But it won’t. Because we’ll practice with little things. Like this. Prepare yourself.” He saw Jack tense, then he leaned down and lightly kissed him on the forehead.
Jack flinched, then smiled. “Yes, we can practice.”
Will smiled. “Now it’s time for you to get some sleep. It’s after midnight. I’ll be right here when you wake up, just like I was this time.”
“Thank you, William Turner. You know it’s because I loved you that I stayed away.”
“You shouldn’t have.”
“Yes, lad. I know that now. Goodnight...young William.”
Will chuckled. “Goodnight, old Jack.”
Jack laughed as he rolled over to fall asleep.
* - * - *
They were both awakened by Dr. Sherwood. He had Jack sit up, and instructed Will to close the thick curtains. The light in the room was very dim. “Now remember, no promises, other than your eyes are open. Now, as I remove the bandages, I need you to keep your eyes closed. Then, only when I tell you it’s ok, open them.” He started unwrapping the bandages. Jack was smiling like a child with a Christmas package, having been told he couldn’t unwrap it yet. Finally, the doctor took the last layer of bandages off. Will looked at Jack’s face and smiled. The doctor had been able to slit them open perfectly, and now the lids looked normal. Dr. Sherwood brought his face in close. “Open your eyes, Jack.”
Jack opened his eyes, then squinted. Will could see the film that the doctor was talking about. Jack’s right eye seemed about half filled with it.
Jack looked in Will’s direction and smiled. “You’re looking good, whelp. You’ve grown a bit since the last time I saw you.” He turned to the doctor. “Doctor, how can I ever thank you. You’ve given me new hope. Is it always going to seem so bright?”
The doctor smiled. “I’m glad it worked. And no, your eyes will adjust slowly, but you should be seeing fairly normally in just a little while. Now, close your left eye and tell me what you see? I’m a bit worried about the film I found there.”
Jack closed his left eye. “There’s a bit of a halo around you, and the right edge of my vision seems dark. Like someone put blinders on me. But I can SEE! Doctor, you don’t know what a godsend you are. Maybe that’s why you’ve got that halo, eh?”
Dr. Sherwood laughed. “No, I’m no saint or angel. Just a doctor who’s glad you can see. As your eyes adjust to the light, start lighting candles and wait till they adjust to those. Once you’ve adjusted completely to the candles, call me and we’ll looain.ain.” He left the room.
Jack kept looking at Will. “Lad, you’ve grown into the spitting image of your father. I wish he were here to see you. He’d be proud.”
Will smi “Th “Thank you, Jack.”
“I think I’d like to practice that handshake again, lad. Maybe now that I can see what I’m doing, it might go better.” He tentatively held out his hand.
When Will took hold of his hand, Jack smiled. “I think I’ll be all right soon.” A couple seconds later, he shook violently and pulled his hand back. “Well, maybe a little longer than I thought...” He gave Will a sheepish grin.
* - * - *
Only a few hours later, Jack’s eyes had adjusted adequately. After thanking and paying him, Jack and Will walked out of the office and Jack decided that they should walk back to the boat. All along the way, he kept looking around as if he were a child again, smiling and nodding at everyone they passed. He’d taken to wearing a red scarf around his head again, to keep the hair out of his eyes.
By the time they arrived at the longboat, Jack was limping slightly. Will asked him about it. “After too much walkin’, it gets a mite tender is all. Don’t pay it a mind.” Jack pushed the boat into the water and hopped in. Will followed. Jack took the oars and rowed back to the Black Pearl.
When Jack reached the top of the ladder, the entire crew was waiting there, cheering. The cook brought out some pastries; the rum flowed freely. Glovings brought a tankard to Jack. “Seein’ as how ye can see yer way agin, we thought ye might like some rum. The crew wot worked with you before said ye used t’like it.”
Jack grinned. “Aye. Thank you.” He turned to the crew. “And thank you...all of you!” He took a tentative sip of the rum, smiled, then downed it. “This is mighty fine rum! Thank you again!” He was given a pastry and a bottle of rum, and he strode into the captain’s cabin, smiling.
Will followed only a minute later, licking his fingers and grinning. “They really like you, Jack. And that’s why I’m giving you back the Pearl.” Jack started to protest, but Will held up his hand. “Don’t argue. She’s never been my ship, Jack. She’s your Lady...your lover. When I took over after we thought you were dead, she was literally falling apart pining for you no matter how often we fixed her. I’d almost gotten to the point of wanting to put her out of her misery. Now that you’re back, she’s happy, and she hasn’t had anything go wrong. Now pe...e...let me rewrite the articles to make you the captain again. I know the crew would vote for you anyway. Did you see their faces?”
“Yes, whelp, I did. But don’t go doin’ something stupid like givin’ up your captaincy. I don’t have to be the captain anymore. She’s your ship, but I’ll happily help at the helm to keep her happy.”
“Jack, now YOU are the one doing something stupid. But I won’t let you. She’s YOUR ship, Jack. I’ve held on to her for you for five years, but she’s never been mine. Tell you what, I’ll tell the men I’m changing the articles to make you captain and we’ll see what they say. All right?”
Jack seemed resigned. “Yes, Captain.”
“Now stop that. Every time I say something that angers you, you call me ‘Captain.’”
“Then it should prove to you that when I call you ‘Captain’ that you’ve done something stupid.”
Will walked out, shaking his head. “Bloody pirate.”
* - * - *
When he announced to the crew that he was giving the captaincy to Jack and that he was stepping down, the crew balked. As Jack walked out of the cabin, Croomer called out, “Why would ye want t’step down, Captain? We’ve been lookin’ at ye both as Cap’ns anyway. Why not just make it official?” There were cheers among the crew.
Jack glared at Will for only a second, and walked back into the cabin, grumbling.
Will changed the articles right then and there, and the entire crew happily signed them. He walked into the captain’s cabin to find Jack looking at the portrait over the desk. “So, whelp. When did ye have this portrait made? It’s a fine likeness, but I don’t remember posing for a painting.”
Will grinned. “I did it from memory. If the Pearl and I couldn’t have the real you, I wanted us to have something to remind us of you.”
“You painted this? Whelp, you’re an artist. I didn’t know. It’s beautiful, even if the subject matter is rather lacking.” Jack turned his back to the painting, walked to the table and sat down, grabbing the signed articles on his wa“So “So it’s official then?”
“Yes. We’re both captains.” He walked over and put his hands on Jack’s shoulders.
Jack cringed slightly, but allowed his hands to stay; even leaning his head against one. “You’re too good to me, lad.” After about a minute, he started to shake and Will pulled his hands away.
“That was better, Jack. It took you longer this time. We’re definitely making progress.”
Jack smiled sheepishly. “Aye. It takes an effort, but I’ll be better eventually.” He took his scarf off and placed it on the table, and started making a braid in his knee-length hair.
“Jack, how did it happen?”
Jack looked at Will and shivered. “I’d rather not talk about it.”
“Please tell me. I really need to know.”
Jack’s eyes took on a haunted look. “All right, William. But it’s not a pretty story.”
“I don’t expect it to be. But I must know.”
“You remember what I said about what Captain Jonas did to me?”
“Yes. You said you were lashed to the end of a cannon. You said it misfired the one time they tried to kill you with it.”
“Aye. It misfired because I was careful to piss in it every day. It wouldn’t have fired if they’d have sent a torch down the end of it. When Captain Jonas discovered that, he had me taken off of the cannon and brought to the middle of the quarterdeck...”
* - * - *
Strong arms held Jack and dragged him to a barrel, where Captain Jonas was waiting. Jack was so weak that he couldn’t have fought if he’d have wanted to. They held his nude form standing before the Captain. “So ye pissed in me cannon, eh? We can’t have any more of that happenin’, now can we?”
The crew laughed.
Jack raised his head. “Ye can’t blame a man for havin’ to take a piss, now, can ye?” He smiled weakly.
The quartermaster backhanded him across the face. “You will not talk back to the captain!”
Jonas smiled. “And why can’t I blame you for anything I wish? I should have done this before I had you lashed to the cannon.” He produced a small hand axe. The men holding Jack brought him forward so that his manhood and sac lay on the barrel. The quartermaster grabbed Jack’s member and stretched it as far as it would go across the barrel. The man on his right let go of his arm and pressed a gun to his neck. Captain Jonas put the axe in Jack’s hand, and held his own hand over Jack’s. “Now chop it off and you go on breathin’.” Jack held his breath in horror as the quartermaster moved the axe in his hand up over his shoulder. The scream as the axe landed was said to have been heard for miles before he passed out from the pain.
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TBC
A/N: Ouchie! Now quick ! Feed the plot bunnies before I decide to leave him there!