Lost in Translation

Part Ten

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After docking at three different ports, they still had no information on any whereabouts of the Black Pearl. No one had crossed paths with it, and the ship had not re-supplied at any of the locations. Elizabeth’s concern for Jack was evident from the dismayed expression she bore every day. Tia Dalma’s features were troubled as well, and she took to muttering chants near the bow each night.

Though he had a sense of despair, Will did not show it. At times he believed the whole endeavor was useless; Jack was either dead or close enough to death that they would not get to him before he passed. He never voiced the thought, however. If the former crew of the Pearl had optimism as Elizabeth did, he would not dissuade them from their hopes. By finding Sparrow, whether he was alive or not, it would bring closure for everyone. And he hoped that with such closure, joy would at last return to Elizabeth instead of the recurrent sadness.

The outcome looked bleak, but they sailed out to sea once more after a few days of rest at Nassau.

****
It was late in the night; most of the men had fallen asleep, giving Groves and Jack the chance to talk privately. Jack was astounded at the amount of delight he felt from merely interacting with a person that had no intentions of hurting him.

“Do you have any idea of what he plans to do with us?” Theodore asked intensely softly as to not be overheard.
“No. He hasn’t said anything. I didn’t even know anyone had been captured.”
“Why did you say he would not harm us?”
“You aren’t his playthings. Right now, he only wants to harm me. I imagine he’ll release you and your mates back at Port Royal for ransom. It’s that, or he’ll maroon you. I’ll tell ya what, though: if we dock at some port before either of those scenarios, I’ll try me best to help you and your men escape.”
“I appreciate the offer, but I wouldn’t want to put you in any danger.”
“Ya can’t get me into any more than I already am.”
“I don’t understand it. You’re a respectable man. What have you done to warrant such cruelty?”
Jack smiled weakly and shrugged casually. “I survived. And he wanted the Pearl, just like always. There’s a lot of history between the two of us that has led to it all.”

There was a slight pause before Groves spoke again. “Last night, there was horrible screaming and shouting. All of us, we heard it. Quite disturbing to say the least. What happened, do you know?”
Sparrow’s face paled as visions of the victimization flooded his mind. He swallowed to loosen his constricted throat and shook his head. “N-No. I-I don’t know what it was. Must’ve been sleepin’ real good to not hear it.”

The sudden sound of footsteps coming down to the brig caused Jack to hurriedly dash away from Groves and to the opposite wall. Barbossa went to Sparrow’s cage and unlocked it.

“With me, and be quick about it,” he snapped.

Jack stood and treaded to the stairs. He briefly looked at Theodore forlornly before ascending to the deck. Groves observed him until he could no longer be seen, causing a quiet growl to come from the captain.

“It would be in your best interest,” Barbossa said threateningly, “and his to keep away from him.”
Theodore raised an eyebrow, puzzled. “I’m sorry?”
“If I find ya leerin’ at him or speaking to him again, you will watch him suffer the consequences.”

Briskly, he stormed up to the deck, and Theodore had not known such fear for another person as he did then.

****
Sparrow turned around apprehensively as the door was closed. He started to quake from the anger in the captain’s eyes. Barbossa grasped the pirate’s upper arms brutally and shook him violently.

“What did you tell that lad?!” the older man yelled venomously.
“I didn’t-”
“What did you tell him?!”
“Nothing!” Jack exclaimed powerlessly.
“Nothin’, you say? Then why did he look so attached to ya?!”
“I don’t know! I didn’t do anything!”
Barbossa slapped him ferociously. “Don’t ye dare lie to me, Jack! If you’re seducin’ him to gain his pity in hopes that he’ll save ya, I will fucking carve your back with the cat until you beg for death! Or perhaps I should just string you up now and then go kill him and his men.”
“No! Don’t! Please!”
“So ye are workin’ behind my back!”

He hurled Jack to the floor with extreme power. Sparrow landed with a quivering moan. Vicious kicks showered the younger man’s body, occasionally stopping only to be replaced by the captain’s fists seconds later. He cowered under the furious blows, tears streaming from his closed eyes.

“Givin’ them ideas of escape, were ya?!” Barbossa bellowed maliciously. “Plannin’ on liberating them, were ya now?! Even if I do decide to let them go, they won’t come to rescue you. You’re nothing. You’re a worthless piece of shit! The only thing you’re good for is a nice, quick, easy fuck! You’re nothin’ but a cheap, vile whore! No one will want ya now!”

He grabbed Jack’s wrist and hauled him to the bedroom. Jack was breathing haggardly and bleeding. He was picked up to sit on the bed, and Barbossa unwound the fabric from his torso and abdomen. His article of clothing was ripped off of him, followed by an agonizing smack to his visage. The strike knocked him to the side. Barbossa undressed and moved atop the trembling man’s frame. He situated Sparrow to lie straight with his head on the pillow. Jack halfheartedly tried to push him away, but aborted the attempt in seconds.

The pirate sobbed as Barbossa penetrated him. The captain immediately began to propel himself in and out of the younger man’s body. Sparrow’s legs were bent with his knees near his head, allowing the captain to sheath his hardened length deep inside him. He turned his head to the side as if to look away from the man above him, yet his eyes were already shut tightly. The piece of furniture creaked and rattled with each vigorous thrust. Jack’s fingers went from clutching the sheets to holding onto the bed posts. A wet tongue licked his cheeks, lips, and perspiring neck; the smooth pad changed to teeth that bit the stretched skin of his throat strongly. A whine sounded among his unsteady breaths from the piercing incisors.

“Uhn-uhn-hhnn,” he breathed continuously as Barbossa’s pace sped. “Ohnn-uhn-hnn….Please-uhnn-ohhh-hhnn-stop!” he pleaded feebly. “Please!”

A tremor went through Barbossa a number of minutes later, and he spilled his seed inside of Sparrow. He removed himself from the younger man’s being dreadfully slowly and lay down next to the abused pirate. Jack stayed where he was; he could not control his sobs.

Nothing but Jack’s crying resonated in the otherwise silent room.

After a long moment, Barbossa shifted to his side to face Sparrow and voiced quietly, “Come here, Jack.”

Jack moved closer to the captain and snuggled against the older man. Barbossa cradled him affectionately and caressed his hair.

“I’m….I’m sorry,” Jack gasped in between his fast respirations. “I….I’m so sorry. I won’t….betray you or….disobey you. I’m sorry. Please, forgive me.”
“Shhh….calm down,” the captain said caringly. “It’s all right now. Ye won’t do somethin’ like that again, will ya?”
“N-No. P-Promise.”
“Good boy.”

In time, Jack cried himself to sleep; Barbossa still held him tenderly.

A devious grin spread onto Barbossa’s countenance, and he chuckled quietly.

“My broken bird, ye are. My captured and tamed little Sparrow. You belong to me.”

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There was an arm resting on his stomach, fingers combing his hair, and lips suckling on the back of his shoulder. Jack wearily opened his eyes, finding himself lying on his side with someone’s body pressed closely against his from behind. A leg was draped over his, preventing him from moving much. It was not as if he would anyway; fear kept him wholly motionless.

“Good mornin’, Jack,” the familiar, rich voice said quietly into his ear before teeth delicately nibbled on the lobe.
“Good morning,” Sparrow whispered vacantly.
“Did ye sleep well?”
A tongue licked along the outside of his ear, making his eyelids flutter shut momentarily as he trembled from the sensation. “F-Fine. I slept fine.”
“That’s a good thing. You’ll be out on deck today.”
A small, despondent sigh came from Sparrow that resulted in amorous kisses along his upper arm.
“I’ll give ye the choice of spendin’ the first half of the day among the men or in the brig.”
Jack contemplated the two options, anxiety rising in him as he thought of the crew. At length he said intensely softly, “I’ll be on deck first.”
“All right then. Let’s get up.”

Barbossa let go of Sparrow, allowing the pirate to slide out of bed to stand first. Jack had only his breeches to put on; he sat on the edge of the mattress after buttoning them and watched as Barbossa leisurely dressed.

The captain stepped to him when finished and pulled him to stand. Jack bowed his head, causing Barbossa to place an index finger under his chin to raise it. The brown orbs stayed fixed downward shyly. The older man snaked his arm around the pirate’s skinny waist and inched forward to kiss him heatedly. Jack’s mouth worked mechanically with Barbossa’s, not feeling anything even though the action was exceedingly tender. A palm rested on his cheek, and he could not catch himself before leaning into the touch.

Finally, Barbossa broke away from the younger man’s lips, leaving them both slightly breathless. His thumbs rubbed lightly under Jack’s eyes, coating themselves in the small amount of black kohl that had remained over the past months. He trailed the digits down the man’s face, creating what looked to be dark tracks left by tears. Jack shivered and closed his eyes.

“You’re so beautiful when ya cry, Jack,” Barbossa spoke fondly.
The statement was enough to make Sparrow loathe himself for wanting to weep in response.
“So beautiful. Nothin’ more exquisite than a gorgeous bird expressing his sadness from bein’ subdued and domesticated.”
Jack’s lips began to quiver, and he distraughtly attempted to smother the building urge.
Barbossa smiled cleverly as he studied the pirate’s countenance. He continued to push. “But at least, Jack, your cage is what you love most, is it not? Surely, she loves to see ya cry as well; she is the one that’s containing ya.”

Once it fell from his eye, Sparrow knew he had lost. The single, splendorous tear was enough to stimulate Barbossa immensely. The droplet was soon pursued by numerous ones as Jack cried. His shoulders shook, and his breath accelerated slightly. Barbossa withheld an aroused groan. The sight was incredibly stunning, and the susceptibility that Jack’s visage expressed almost made the captain’s legs tremble.

He could not control himself any longer. He had to satiate his craving.

“Get on your knees, Jack,” he stated, sounding a tad winded.

When Sparrow complied, his hardened member twitched excitedly. Jack unbuttoned the captain’s breeches, freeing the confined erection. His slender fingers held the nearly leaking organ as he encased it within his mouth. Barbossa grabbed the top of Jack’s skull and kept him from moving. He gazed down to see Sparrow’s cheeks indent with every thorough suck, taking him farther into the oral cavity. There was a lick every now and then, making him gasp and moan. His hips bucked forward a few times; Jack gagged, but quickly recovered to continue his ministrations.

The entire image of Sparrow in submission, tasting the firm manhood, and the rippling of his neck whenever he swallowed the small amounts of semen that seeped out pre-maturely made Barbossa quake in sheer ecstasy. But it was the tears incessantly running down Jack’s cheeks that made him finally climax. He exploded into Sparrow’s mouth with a husky groan; Sparrow pulled back and swallowed the creamy product. The younger man sat down on his bended legs under him; his hands fiddled in his lap, and he still shook as he wept. Barbossa buttoned his clothing and knelt on one knee before Jack.

“I’ll give ya five minutes,” he breathed heavily and squeezed Sparrow’s uninjured shoulder.

He stood and headed out the door. Jack buried his face in his hands once alone.

The designated time frame passed, and although weak sobs continued to rack his body, he went out to the deck. One minute went by before he was led behind a canon by three men and raped.

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Jack did not know why he even bothered to wear clothing. It was always removed.

That thought was the reason why he did not put on his breeches after being sullied for what he believed to be the last time for the day even though the garment was within reach. By his count, half the day had gone by; he waited patiently for Barbossa to come and escort him to the brig. However, it was not the captain who loomed over him when a shadow was cast across him. He looked up, squinted, and exhaled a crestfallen breath.

He was hoisted to his feet by his wrist and draped over the canon. A hiss came from him as the crewman entered his body.

As his utterly fatigued frame was dominated powerfully, he started to feel nauseous and extremely dizzy. He could not focus on anything around him, and his head throbbed painfully.

The bright sunlight morphed to a hazy gray then to black, and Sparrow went wholly immobile as he passed out from exhaustion.

****
The voices were distant and incomprehensible at first, yet they steadily became intelligible.

Jack opened his eyes, moaning softly from the blurriness of his vision. He discovered himself to be lying on the bed in the captain’s quarters, but no one was with him. He strained to hear what the conversation was about in the other room; Barbossa was the one speaking.

“Tortuga is closest at this point. We’ll head there, re-supply, and then when we head out again, we’ll drop those Navy rats off on some forsaken island.”
“Aye, captain.”

Sparrow paid no more attention to the chat. Groves and his men were to be marooned just like –

He scolded himself for thinking of Will, Elizabeth, and everyone else on that damn island that were all surely dead now. It shattered his heart to know that his….friends – yes, they were friends – were gone. He had failed them, but he vowed not to doom the captured Navy men to such a horrendous fate.

He would alert Groves to the news that night.

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Once he was completely certain that Barbossa was asleep, Jack slipped on the captain’s coat and buttoned it. The garment was rather big on his thinning frame; the two sleeves swallowed both his arms and hands.

Silently, he crept out of the bedroom. He stepped lightly through the main area to the double doors. With tremulous hands, he opened one of them just enough to where he could see straight ahead. There was no one in his line of sight.

He slid out and crept alongside one of the staircases that led up to the helm. The crewmate guiding the ship kept glancing around every which way; Jack was convinced that the man was distracted enough to not notice him. There were a few other men present on deck, though they were at the side railings drinking rum.

If there was a time to move, it was then.

Sparrow withdrew from the staircase and started to trek intensely cautiously across the area. His heartbeat traveled almost three times as fast as his feet. Sweat shined on his skin from his extreme nervousness. The deck had never been longer as he walked to his destination.

He almost burst into tears of joy when he made it to the stairs that led below to the brig. Hurriedly, he descended them, making the occupants of the cell look to find out who was coming.

“It’s just him,” one of the men voiced disappointedly.
Groves, however, was relieved to see the man. “Jack!” he whispered elatedly.

He shoved his way to the front of the space and grasped the bars as Jack stood before them. The pirate was breathing weightily and appeared to be extraordinarily drained, but a broad smile was showing on his visage.

“Are you all right?” Theodore questioned worriedly. There were new bruises and cuts on the man’s face that concerned him in addition to his panting.
“Je suis très bien.” Sparrow broke out laughing as if greatly amused at something. The men stared at him, thinking him utterly insane.
“What is it? What’s so funny?”
“Je l'ai fait! Je l'ai fait sans n'importe qui notant!”
Groves gave him a puzzled look, but it went away when he finally took note that Jack was dressed in the captain’s clothing. “Why are you wearing Barbossa’s coat?”
“Ne vous inquiétez pas à son sujet. Il n'est pas pourquoi je suis ici.”
“Then why are you here?”

Jack calmed himself and exhaled a deep breath before responding.

“En quelques jours, le bateau s'accouplera chez Tortuga. Je vous obtiendrai hors d'ici quand il. Ils ne découvriront pas que vous êtes parti jusqu'à ce que le bateau parte, mais vous serez déjà allé à la sûreté.”
“Jack, you’re incredible!”
The pirate blushed slightly from the compliment. “Merci.”
“Will you come with us?”
Jack shook his head, yet he still grinned cheerfully. “Je ne peux pas. Je distrairai les quelques hommes qui sont laissés à la garde le bateau la nuit ainsi vous pouvez échapper à non détecté.”
“I can’t leave knowing that you may be severely punished if they find out it was you who liberated us.”
“Ne vous inquiétez pas. Combien de plus mauvais pourrait-il devenir pour moi? Je suis simplement censé pour rester ici. C'est mon destin. Il rendra me la sensation meilleure vous connaissant-”

Thundering footsteps from above made Jack cease to breathe for a moment. The noise grew louder; Groves gazed at Jack, who was quite pale and terrified. He did not have a chance to prod Sparrow to hide, for the sturdy boots were coming down.

The instant he saw Barbossa with several crewmen behind him, Jack began stepping backward slowly. He shook his head and uttered tremendously softly, “No” numerous times. The expression of pure malevolence and malice conveyed on Barbossa’s countenance was nothing like Sparrow had ever witnessed before.

There was no time to react. The captain crossed to him in a flash and struck him with all force. Jack staggered backward, but was quickly balanced. Barbossa threw him against an empty cell’s bars, eliciting an injured cry from the pirate. His hair soaked up the blood that rose from the new wound on the left side of his head.

“Stop!” Groves shouted. “Stop this!”

Barbossa flung Jack to the floor, put the sole of his boot on the pirate’s chest, and pressed down. Sparrow gasped for air, tears springing to his eyes from the strong pressure on his sore ribs. It remained there for a minute or so, suffocating him, before the captain gave a violent kick to his side.

The older man got the pirate to his feet, unbuttoned the coat, and ridded Jack of it. The Navy men’s eyes widened in shock from viewing the horrendous mutilation all over Sparrow’s upper body.

Barbossa pushed the pirate to his crewmen and spat, “Take him and string ‘im up.”

Jack was punched and kicked as he went up the stairs. Barbossa was about to follow, though paused in front of the confined men. He gazed directly at Theodore, Hell’s fire raging in his eyes.

“I should make ya watch his punishment,” he said in an ominous tone. “But I think it would be more beneficial for ye to hear what happens instead.”

He laughed barbarically and strolled up to the deck. All of the prisoners waited in silent dread for whatever was to come.

Several minutes passed with no noise whatsoever. Suddenly, an agonizing shriek filtered down from the deck. Tortured screams continuously sounded after it, which were soon muddled with spiteful laughter and snide comments.

It seemed to last an eternity, yet in reality the ill-treatment lasted for merely five minutes. The piercing cries ended, and the Navy men at last settled themselves. None spoke; each was submerged in his own thoughts.

Intense guilt and wretchedness overcame Groves. Images of possible merciless acts formed in his head, causing him to crouch in one of the back corners of the cell and vomit.

****
Will stood at the starboard side, gazing at the vast black water. The wind chilled his face, though it brought upon another feeling. There was a presence that he could not describe; it troubled and comforted him at the same time. Tia Dalma came to his side, revealing her blackened teeth from the grin she had. She placed her hand on his and petted the skin with her fingertips.

“We are at last bein’ favored, William Turner,” she said kindly.
“How is that?”
“’De wind. It changes our course.”
“To where?”
“Tortuga. Him will be ‘dere; we have only to make it when ‘de Pearl docks.”

Will stared at her bewilderedly. She gave him a nod before striding away.

Hastily, he bounded for Captain Norrington’s cabin to alert him of their new destination.

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A/N: Translations:

"Je suis très bien." - "I'm fine."
"Je l'ai fait! Je l'ai fait sans n'importe qui notant!" - "I did it! I did it without anyone noticing!"
“Ne vous inquiétez pas à son sujet. Il n'est pas pourquoi je suis ici.” - "You do not need to worry about it. It is not why I am here."
"En quelques jours, le bateau s'accouplera chez Tortuga. Je vous obtiendrai hors d'ici quand il. Ils ne découvriront pas que vous êtes parti jusqu'à ce que le bateau parte, mais vous serez déjà allé à la sûreté.” - "In a few days, the ship will be docked at Tortuga. I will get you out of here when we do. They will not find out that you have left until the ship leaves, but you will have already gone to safety."
“Je ne peux pas. Je distrairai les quelques hommes qui sont laissés à la garde le bateau la nuit ainsi vous pouvez échapper à non détecté.” - "I can't. I will distract the few men who are left to guard the ship at night so you can escape undetected."
“Ne vous inquiétez pas. Combien de plus mauvais pourrait-il devenir pour moi? Je suis simplement censé pour rester ici. C'est mon destin. Il rendra me la sensation meilleure vous connaissant-” - "You need not worry. How much worse could it become for me? I am simply meant to remain here. It is my fate. It will make me feel better knowing you-"