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Pirates of the Caribbean (All) › Slash - Male/Male › Jack/Will
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Adult ++
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18
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2,429
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4
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Chapter 6: Penetalia mentis
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Chapter 6: Penetalia mentis
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“Elizabeth is dead.” Will gave Jack an incredulous look. “Haha. Very funny, Jack.”
“Don’t believe me?” Jack waved a vague hand towards the remaining taut line over the rail. “See for yourself.”
Will gave a worried look at the line. “Stop joking around. You don’t have to make up something so ludicrous to excuse yourself.”
“Fine! Don’t believe me.” Jack threw up his hands. “Not sure why I went through the bother.”
“Cap’n’s tellin’ the truth, sir.” Gibbs reached in his pocket and pulled out a much folded paper. “Course it’s mostly a pack of lies, such as my own demise there on the back.”
Will stared at the newspaper, the words screaming from the page. Hands shaking, he turned on Jack and asked tersely, “Why didn't you do something?
“Me?” Jack shouted. “How was I t’ know? Since when the bloody hell is it my job to save damsels in distress?”
“Gibbs was there, he would've told you.”
Jack jabbed a finger at Will. “She was already dead.”
“Dead because of you!” Will’s anger boiled over.
“Me?” Jack sputtered. “T’wasn’t me who went off gallivanting with pirates, getting herself and crew caught and hung.”
Will’s voice was like ice. “She’d never had gone off if you hadn’t filled her head with some crazy romantic notion of pirates.”
“HA!” Jack got in Will’s face. “She was enamored with pirates long before I pulled her scrawny carcass out of the drink. Well, she certainly found out the truth of it, didn’t’t she?”
“And if it weren’t’t for you she’d never turned pirate.” Will’s jaw was clenched, along with his fists.
“Nor had anything to do with you.” Jack pressed on, ignoring the danger signs, intent on having his say. “Or do you forget? All set to marry Norrington she was, and watch me hang. Never had any qualms there. Nor when your sweet seductress bestowed her Judas kiss on me. Showed her true colors, didn’t’t she?” Jack words were biting. “She didn’t’t mind being judge and jury, as long as she was getting what she wanted. Well, I’m sorry to inform you, but payback’s a poxy bitch.”
Will grabbed Jack and slammed him against the mast, his rage a fearsome sight to behold. “This is my wife you are talking about. The mother of my child. You bastard!”
“Your wife? Hardly. Yes, a child whose mother is dead and father cursed. Did Elizabeth think of these things?” Jack hissed, “Or was she too intent on living her adventure she forgot all about her responsibilities? Ten years, and the curse would be lifted. You still have three years, mate. Did she think of those consequences? Did she ever bother to tell you where she hid the chest?”
The pale, cold fury spelled in Will’s eyes, when he raised a hand to Jack’s chest, made his skin prickle, mouth opening to suck back the words that crossed the invisible line of Will’s patience, to no avail.
Jack gasped in horror when he looked down and saw Will’s hand disappearing through his clothes, and snapped his head up at the feeling of the hand sliding through his skin.
Holding Jack’s gaze, Will’s eyes narrowed in anger, his hand delving deeper into Jack’s ribcage until he wrapped his fingers around Jack’s heart.
Jack had stopped breathing, the only sign of life left was his Adam’s apple working up and down in his throat, too far beyond reason to form words, or even close his eyes for an escape.
Slowly, Will withdrew his hand and wiped it on Jack’s coat, the rage written over his face turning into sadness. “I needed to check if you still have a heart, Jack. I was hoping maybe you‘d lost it.”
Will’s words struck a chord in Jack, bringing him back to awareness of his surroundings. He had let everything just happen so far, had not resisted Will, had lost control of his tongue, perhaps gone too far, but he would not let himself be misunderstood.
“Maybe that’s just it, mate. I have mine.”
Shooting an irritated glance at the hand still holding him to the mast, Jack swiped it away and slipped from Will’s reach.
“What does it matter anyway, eh? You’re free to grab your charming fish bait,” Jack flailed a hand to the general direction of the line stretched over the railing, “and run along, have yourselves a wonderful century together and forget all about ol’ Jack. Just like in the good old days.”
“Is that what this is all about? About you?”
For a beat, Jack only stared at Will with his face expressionless. Then he heaved a weary sigh and swished a hand at Will, turning to step towards the railing.
“Think whatever you want, for all I care.”
Pointing around, gesturing for AnaMaria and Gibbs to haul Elizabeth’s body aboard, Jack’s mouth was set in a determined line.
Will stood a step away from him, arms crossed over his chest, his forehead scrunched in deep thought as he followed the crew’s actions in growing impatience.
Once the shrouded corpse finally thudded wetly on the deck, everybody stood still, solemnly staring at the soaked bundle, the strange sense of gruesome apprehension hanging in the air.
It was Jack who ultimately broke the silence, mirroring Will’s stance and nodding his jaw towards Elizabeth.
“Well, go on then, what are you waiting for?”
The utterly lost look on Will’s face, his eyes searching around for something, the way his mouth chewed air in search for words, wrapped another kind of hand around Jack’s heart.
Lifting an alarmed gaze to catch Jack’s, then back to Elizabeth, and back to Jack again, Will shared a point of a fact he’d gradually grown aware, and was suddenly ascertained of.
“She’s not here.”
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Chapter 6: Penetalia mentis
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“Elizabeth is dead.” Will gave Jack an incredulous look. “Haha. Very funny, Jack.”
“Don’t believe me?” Jack waved a vague hand towards the remaining taut line over the rail. “See for yourself.”
Will gave a worried look at the line. “Stop joking around. You don’t have to make up something so ludicrous to excuse yourself.”
“Fine! Don’t believe me.” Jack threw up his hands. “Not sure why I went through the bother.”
“Cap’n’s tellin’ the truth, sir.” Gibbs reached in his pocket and pulled out a much folded paper. “Course it’s mostly a pack of lies, such as my own demise there on the back.”
Will stared at the newspaper, the words screaming from the page. Hands shaking, he turned on Jack and asked tersely, “Why didn't you do something?
“Me?” Jack shouted. “How was I t’ know? Since when the bloody hell is it my job to save damsels in distress?”
“Gibbs was there, he would've told you.”
Jack jabbed a finger at Will. “She was already dead.”
“Dead because of you!” Will’s anger boiled over.
“Me?” Jack sputtered. “T’wasn’t me who went off gallivanting with pirates, getting herself and crew caught and hung.”
Will’s voice was like ice. “She’d never had gone off if you hadn’t filled her head with some crazy romantic notion of pirates.”
“HA!” Jack got in Will’s face. “She was enamored with pirates long before I pulled her scrawny carcass out of the drink. Well, she certainly found out the truth of it, didn’t’t she?”
“And if it weren’t’t for you she’d never turned pirate.” Will’s jaw was clenched, along with his fists.
“Nor had anything to do with you.” Jack pressed on, ignoring the danger signs, intent on having his say. “Or do you forget? All set to marry Norrington she was, and watch me hang. Never had any qualms there. Nor when your sweet seductress bestowed her Judas kiss on me. Showed her true colors, didn’t’t she?” Jack words were biting. “She didn’t’t mind being judge and jury, as long as she was getting what she wanted. Well, I’m sorry to inform you, but payback’s a poxy bitch.”
Will grabbed Jack and slammed him against the mast, his rage a fearsome sight to behold. “This is my wife you are talking about. The mother of my child. You bastard!”
“Your wife? Hardly. Yes, a child whose mother is dead and father cursed. Did Elizabeth think of these things?” Jack hissed, “Or was she too intent on living her adventure she forgot all about her responsibilities? Ten years, and the curse would be lifted. You still have three years, mate. Did she think of those consequences? Did she ever bother to tell you where she hid the chest?”
The pale, cold fury spelled in Will’s eyes, when he raised a hand to Jack’s chest, made his skin prickle, mouth opening to suck back the words that crossed the invisible line of Will’s patience, to no avail.
Jack gasped in horror when he looked down and saw Will’s hand disappearing through his clothes, and snapped his head up at the feeling of the hand sliding through his skin.
Holding Jack’s gaze, Will’s eyes narrowed in anger, his hand delving deeper into Jack’s ribcage until he wrapped his fingers around Jack’s heart.
Jack had stopped breathing, the only sign of life left was his Adam’s apple working up and down in his throat, too far beyond reason to form words, or even close his eyes for an escape.
Slowly, Will withdrew his hand and wiped it on Jack’s coat, the rage written over his face turning into sadness. “I needed to check if you still have a heart, Jack. I was hoping maybe you‘d lost it.”
Will’s words struck a chord in Jack, bringing him back to awareness of his surroundings. He had let everything just happen so far, had not resisted Will, had lost control of his tongue, perhaps gone too far, but he would not let himself be misunderstood.
“Maybe that’s just it, mate. I have mine.”
Shooting an irritated glance at the hand still holding him to the mast, Jack swiped it away and slipped from Will’s reach.
“What does it matter anyway, eh? You’re free to grab your charming fish bait,” Jack flailed a hand to the general direction of the line stretched over the railing, “and run along, have yourselves a wonderful century together and forget all about ol’ Jack. Just like in the good old days.”
“Is that what this is all about? About you?”
For a beat, Jack only stared at Will with his face expressionless. Then he heaved a weary sigh and swished a hand at Will, turning to step towards the railing.
“Think whatever you want, for all I care.”
Pointing around, gesturing for AnaMaria and Gibbs to haul Elizabeth’s body aboard, Jack’s mouth was set in a determined line.
Will stood a step away from him, arms crossed over his chest, his forehead scrunched in deep thought as he followed the crew’s actions in growing impatience.
Once the shrouded corpse finally thudded wetly on the deck, everybody stood still, solemnly staring at the soaked bundle, the strange sense of gruesome apprehension hanging in the air.
It was Jack who ultimately broke the silence, mirroring Will’s stance and nodding his jaw towards Elizabeth.
“Well, go on then, what are you waiting for?”
The utterly lost look on Will’s face, his eyes searching around for something, the way his mouth chewed air in search for words, wrapped another kind of hand around Jack’s heart.
Lifting an alarmed gaze to catch Jack’s, then back to Elizabeth, and back to Jack again, Will shared a point of a fact he’d gradually grown aware, and was suddenly ascertained of.
“She’s not here.”
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