The Price of Rum

Title: The Price of Rum (8/?)

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: It can be put in any list archive that I’ve posted at, anywhere else please ask.

Disclaimer: I so don’t own any of this, I wish believe me, but no it’s all crap.

Feedback: It’s what I live for….my precioussssss

Beta: Marina Herald. Because I have crapy grammar!

Author’s Notes: *sigh* Oh ladies…and lurking gentlemen…I feel blue. I had the /worst/ night’s sleep I’ve had since I’ve started medication. Nightmares all night…literally! I seriously think I must have been killed by a tornado in a past life, and that I went through the Holocaust, because those are the only reoccurring nightmares I have that I can’t explain. Oh and just to kick me when I’m down my subconscious keeps throwing in little nightmares where I get really bad reviews! WHAT THE HELL IS THAT ABOUT?! So since I feel used and abused I figured I could get inside Will’s head…even though I haven’t been brutally raped by twelve horny convicts *knock on wood* Such a rough night…my Goddess! Enjoy!

A/N 2: Speech “blah”; thoughts ‘blah’; passage of time/scene change~*~*~*~*~

Dedication: To purging my nightmares.


Jack had been by Will’s side for what seemed an eternity. He cringed every time the young man cried in his sleep. The fever had gone down, but he was still far too pale. Jack brushed a sweat soaked strand of hair out of Will’s face, frowning when he felt Will flinch from the touch. A knock at the door made him turn his attention away from the precious occupant of his bed.

“Go away,” Jack commanded in a tired voice. But the door opened anyway “I “I’m sorry Captain, but I must check on my patient,” the healer spoke softly but sternly.

“Oh…of course. Forgive me…I didn’t realize it was you, Jonathan.” Jonathan smiled at Jack and moved over to Will. He gently removed the sheet and examined the wounds on Will’s back. The healing salves were working well. Jonathan beamed and looked up at Jack.

“These are healing quite well. If he’s lucky, they shouldn’t even scare that badly.” Jack gave him a halfhearted smile and shrugged his shoulders. The news was a mixed blessing. Jonathan sighed when he moved to inspect Will’s injured personal area. This was going to take a /long/ time to heal. He wished he had some good news to tell Jack. The injuries were severe, but he was optimistic that Will would heal…physically. “I’m afraid your days of being intimate with him are over for quite sometime however,” Jonathan apologized.

“Heh, I’ll be thankful if he even let’s me touch him,” Jack whispered dejectedly. “Every time I place the compress to his head he flinches and whimpers…he’s so afraid of everything.” Jack felt helpless. He just wanted to fall to his knees and grieve, but he couldn’t…he had to be strong.

“That’s normal considering what he’s been through…just give him time. He still trusts you I’m sure. He just can’t tell who you are when he’s unconscious.” Jack nodded his head and sniffled. Jonathan did nothing to comfort his captain, knowing it would only embarrass the man. “I hate to do this, especially since he finally seems to be resting peacefully, but he really needs to eat something to help build his strength. I’ll bring something light, we don’t want to shock his system and using the bathroom is not going to be easy for him…I suggest fruit and broth,” Jonathan looked at the flash of empathy that sparked in Jack’s eyes. “Why don’t you wake him up and I’ll go get some food…do you want anything for yourself?” Jonathan asked concerned at the lack of care the captain was giving himself.

“No I’m fine,” Jack said in an empty voice, “Thank you.”

“Just doing me job,” Jonathan said matter-of-factly before he left. Jack crouched down beside the bed, in front of Will’s face. He thought if he were on the lad’s level he would appear less threatening. He placed his hand on Will’s shoulder and shook him gently, speaking in a soft, soothing voice.

“Time to wake up little one,” he cooed. Will only shied away from the touch and tried to bury his face in the pillow. “Come on now Will…you have to wake up…you’ve been asleep for hours,” Jack frowned when his efforts went without success. “Wakey, wakey, eggs and bakey!” Jack smiled at the memory of the fist time Will woke him up with that phrase. It was one of their first nights on the ship and Will woke him up with breakfast in bed. ‘He’ll never be like that again…’ Jack realized brokenheartedly. He felt the boy stirring and looked down to see two confused chocolate eyes open and search the room fearfully. When Will’s eyes met Jack’s he started to cry…he was finally safe…wasn’t he?

“Good morning beautiful,” Jack breathed, relieved that Will was finally awake.

“W-where are we?” he asked so quietly Jack almost missed it. He smiled and stroked Will’s face. To his relief Will didn’t pull away.

“We’re in our room, on the Pearl…you’re safe…no one’s going to hurt you,” Jack whispered. Will stared at Jack for a few moments before he started sobbing, burying his face in the mattress.

“I’m n-not beau-beautiful…” he sobbed, shaking all over, “I’m s-so so-orry! I didn’t w-want them to…to…to…I didn’t want it…I couldn’t s-st-stop them! Now I’m dirty…”

“Don’t you dare say that!” Jack scolded placing his hands on either side of Will’s face and forcing the boy to look at him. Will tried to get away from his hold.

“Don’t touch me! I’ll soil you!” he wailed pathetically.

“Hush! I’ll not listen to you saying such foolish things! You aren’t dirty…what those men did wasn’t your fault! I still love you just as much as I ever did,” Jack whispered harshly. Will sniffled and started hiccupping. Jack couldn’t take it anymore, he lay down on the bed, facing Will, and pulled the distraught young man into his arms, mindful of the lashes on Will’s back. Will fought him only slightly. He really did want Jack to comfort him, even though he didn’t think he deserved it.

“I s-sh-should h-ha-have listened t-to y-you…” he mumbled into Jack’s chest. “I j-just w-wa-wanted to surprise you…I-I s-swear…that’s a-all.”

“Hush now, that’s not important…I’m not angry with you.”

“I’m s-s-so sor-sorry…I n-n-never w-wa-wanted to be w-with anyone el-else,” Will stuttered. Jack was confused.

“What are you talking about?” he felt Will stiffen in his arms before the youth started crying harder.

“W-when we fi-first me-met…I t-told yo-you that I…that I had h-had been w-with other w-women…just not m-men…I-I-I lied…” Jack felt tears welling up in his eyes as realization dawned on him. “Y-you’re the /only/ person I’ve ever been w-with…” Will confessed in a small ashamed voice. “I’m sorry! I-I didn’t w-want to lie…but I-I didn’t want you to la-laugh at m-me…please don’t h-hate me!” Will pleaded as he buried his face into Jack’s shirt.

“Shhh, don’t fret, little one. I could never hate you…no…never you,” he comforted as a lone tear made it’s way down his cheek, “I’m so sorry Will…this never should have happened to you!” Jack felt his heart breaking. His beautiful, perfect lover had never been touched by anyone else…until Jack came and brought the innocent into his dangerous world and got him gang raped and tortured…he was just as bad as those men he’d just killed.

“What’s wrong? Why are you crying?” Will asked shocked and upset.

“I-I-I’m so sorry…” was all Jack could say as he pulled Will closer to his body, burying his face in Will’s silky curls. Will was worried. He had never seen Jack so upset.

‘It must be because of me…because I let those men touch me…I’m damaged goods,’ Will reflected. He felt so lost.

A light knock at the door broke their reverie. Jack wiped his eyes and told Jonathan to come in. He propped himself up and helped Will into a sitting position. Will rested himself half on Jack, as it was too painful to sit normally. He rested his head on Jack’s shoulder and stared down at the bed. Jonathan put the tray with the bowl of chicken broth and an apple on the bed and left without a word. Jack rested the tray on his lap and spooned some of the broth before bringing it to Will’s lips. Will grimaced and moved his head away.

“Please eat something…you need to build up your strength,” Jack pleaded. When Will refused again. Jack held him close and placed gentle, affectionate kisses on the side of Will’s face and temple. “Please, please, please…for me?” he asked softly. Will whimpered, but complied. He was hungry…but he didn’t want to eat. The images of his attack kept flashing in front of his face making him nauseous. The broth tasted good and slid down his sore throat, warming his body. Jack continued to spoon feed Will until the bowl was almost empty and Will said he couldn’t stomach anymore. Jack then picked up the apple and started pealing it.

“I don’t want anymore…” Will whined, but Jack ignored him.

“Jonathan said you needed to eat…you can handle an apple,” he said sternly, holding up a slice. Will frowned and turned away.

“No…” Will insisted, ducking his head.

“I’m not leaving you alone until you eat at least half this apple, savvy?” Jack threatened good-naturedly. Will groaned and whined, but he ate the apple, after Jack gave him a few more kisses to his temple. Will ate half the apple and then refused anymore. Jack finished off the apple. He felt his appetite return slightly at seeing his lover awake and coherent again. He noticed Will’s eyelids drooping and he smiled as Will tried to hide a yawn. “If you’re tired get some rest Will.”

“I don’t want to sleep…all I have are nightmares about what happened. I see their faces…laughing at me…hurting me…and then I see /him/…he hurts me the most…” Will had started crying again and clutched onto Jack. “Don’t leave me…” came the silent request.

“I’m not going anywhere love. It’s okay…you can go to sleep and if I see you having a nightmare I’ll be right here to wake you,” Jack reassured him tenderly. Will looked at him with fearful eyes.

“Y-you promise? You won’t leave…t-the whole time?” silent tears streamed down Will’s face as he looked up at Jack. Jack leaned down and placed a gentle kiss to Will’s forehead.

“I promise. Wild horses couldn’t drag me away!” he said facetiously. “Ana Maria can run the ship in my absence I’m sure…in fact…she may give you a medal for keeping me occupied.” They both laughed lightly at the much-needed levity. Jack gazed down at Will. “You really are beautiful…even after all you’ve been through…Will…I love you so much…you do know that don’t you?” Jack asked seriously. Will dropped his gaze and shrugged.

“I’m not beautiful…I never really believed I was even when you said it before…before all of…this…” he paused to compose himself before continuing, “but I definitely don’t believe it now…I’m useless now…just an ugly used whore!” Will wailed the last part bitterly, ashamed of himself. “You should just forget about me! I’m not worthy of your kindness anymore…I’m used, I’m ugly, I want to die!” Will yelled trying to get away from Jack.

“Stop it! You’ll hurt yourself!” Jack commanded, grabbing Will by the shoulders and holding him still.

“I’m sorry…I can’t do anything right…I-I-I just…/hurt/…so much,” Will was shaking again, all the tension exhausting his already over taxed system.

“I know, I know…it’s okay…get some rest…we’ll talk later,” Jack calmed, “I’ll be right here.” He felt Will squeeze him tighter before the grip slowly faded and he heard the light snores. Jack kissed the top of Will’s head and watched the boy sleep. He didn’t realize how tired he was until now. He hadn’t slept since Will had been taken. He tried to stay awake and watch over Will, but eventually he surrendered and let the sandman claim him too.


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Craig slowly made his way down to the brig. It was late and he knew the sleeping draught he had slipped into the guard’s soup would have taken effect by now. Sure enough when he entered the brig he saw Mr. Cotton lying in a heap on the floor. His parrot was still perched on his shoulder, however, and it squawked at Craig.

“Shut up you smart mouthed pillow stuffing!” he hissed, kicking the parrot and knockit uit unconscious. He walked to the cell holding the spared prisoners from Barbossa’s vessel and found them sleeping as well. He let out a frustrated sigh and banged on the bars. “Rise and shit dip-shits!” he shouted impatiently. The men jolted awake and stared at him cautiously.

“What do you want?” one asked, eyeing Craig.

“I’m glad you asked. I want to know how I can contact Barbossa,” he said evilly. The men eyed him suspiciously and feigned stupidity.

“What are you talking about, lad? He’s gone missing.”

“Cut the crap. I’m no fool. A person doesn’t just disappear. I assume he had some hidden compartment on the ship and now he’ll be heading to a safe house to regroup…I want to know how to contact him and where the safe house is,” Craig commanded in a low voice. He noticed the prisoners hesitating and became angry. “If you don’t tell me then I’ll tell the Captain that the only reason you didn’t touch his precious /whore/ was because you thought he was sloppy seconds,” his voice was soft but harsh and thek ink in his eyes promised that he’d do nothing less. Fearing the wrath of Sparrow the leader spoke up quickly.

“He told us that if we were captured to send word to Port Jarrett and he’d bust us out. He knew that Sparrow would come for the whelp and didn’t want to underestimate his skill,” the man said somewhat frightened. They had heard the screams of their comrades and could only imagine what had been done.

“There that wasn’t so difficult now was it?” Craig smirked haughtily and looked at the men with disgust. “Barbossa’s taken quite a fancy to the little tramp hasn’t he?” he asked menacingly.

“Aye. He’s always liked ‘innocent blood’ as he put it. I think he’ll come for the little whelp again.”

“Perfect,” Craig purred evilly, “Did he say where in Jarrett to send word?”

“Only to address it to Commodore Barbara (1),” the man said nervously. “Are you going to help us get out of here?”

“HA! Why should I? You already told me everything I needed to know,” Craig laughed arrogantly before he started to leave.

“What if we tell the Captain that you came here asking us all these questions?” the convict tried to threaten.

“Oh please. It’s your word against mine…who do you honestly think he’s going to believe?” Craig shook his head in amusement and stormed out, ignoring the shouted curses the angry convicts threw after him. “Port Jarrett eh? That’s awful far away, should take us about two months to get there. Ah well…patience is a virtue,” Craig’s sinister thought caused a smile to spread over his face as he returned to his cabin unnoticed.


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Will awoke sleepily, rubbing his eyes with his left hand. He didn’t see Jack, but he felt a warm body behind him and an arm draped over his stomach, holding him close. Will reached down and placed his hand over the one on his stomach. His browed furrowed in confusion however when he took a better look at the mysterious hand. ‘Those aren’t Jack’s rings…and his hands are softer…this looks like…NOOOO!’ then he heard the voice.

“You’re awake poppet! How wonderful, I was starting to miss you,” the voice purred as the hand started to grope him.

“Noooo! Jack saved me! Where is he?!” Will screamed as Barbossa pinned him to the mattress. He struggled furiously but it was no use. “HELP!!” he screamed. Barbossa just looked down at him and laughed. Will started to cry as he felt the man touching and probing him. “No…not aga he he sobbed. Then he felt Barbossa kiss him, but it wasn’t like Barbossa’s kisses. This was tender and sweet…like Jack…he dared to open his eyes again…and there was his angel, staring at him concerned and frightened.

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Jack awoke to the sound of Will screaming and thrashing in his sleep. His young lover was crying and desperately trying to fight off some imaginary attacker.

“No…Jack…help…” he heard Will whimper, before he started crying harder. Jack grabbed Will by his shoulders and started to shake him.

“Wake up William, you’re having a nightmare. Come back to me!” Will wasn’t waking up. Jack didn’t know what to do; he had to get Will out of that nightmare. Then he remembered how he had managed to sooth Will before by kissing his forehead. ‘It’s worth a shot,’ he thought before he leaned down and gave Will a tender kiss on the lips. ‘Come back to me William,’ he thought as he continued the kiss. He felt Will’s struggles cease, and a gasp escape the young man’s mouth. Jack opened his eyes to see Will’s watery, puffy eyes gazing up at him despairingly. He broke the kiss and stroked Will’s face. “Welcome back, beautiful,” he whispered relieved. Will sniffled and grabbed onto Jack like a lifeline.

“It was horrible! I thought I was back in his clutches! Don’t let him get me Jack! Don’t let him take me again!” Will was hysterical. Jack worried about what Will would do if he found out they didn’t even know where Barbossa was.

“It’s okay, I won’t let him take you. He’s gone now. He’s not coming back,” Jack soothed, gently running his hands through Wi hai hair.

“Yes he will! You can’t stop him! He won’t stop tormenting me until I’m dead! I’d rather die than have him touch me again, don’t let him take me! PLEASE!!” Will was frantic and clutching Jack’s shirt so hard he thought it would rip.

“Why do you think he’s coming for you? What did he whisper in your ear when I saved you? Was it a threat?” Jack was very worried; he wanted to know what made his lover so scared. Winly nly shook his head.

“No, no, no, no,” he mumbled over and over, shaking his head. Jack decided to drop the subject, realizing Will wasn’t ready to discuss it.

“It’s okay William. I know we didn’t catch him this time…but he has no idea where we are and he won’t find us again…we’ll go somewhere were no one knows who we are,” Jack soothed as he felt Will begin to tremble.

“It was so real…I thought I had dreamed you rescuing me and that /he/ was real…I was so scared. I thought he had come for me again. D let let him hurt me again…please.” Jack felt so helpless. He knew everything Will was going through, but he didn’t know if he should tell him. He didn’t want to relive that experience.

“Maybe you should talk about what happened…it helps…even though I know it’s difficult,” he suggested quietly, placing a tender kiss on Will’s cheek. He felt Will stiffen and suck in his breath.

“No…no I don’t want to go through that again…and I don’t want you to know what he did to me…you’ll only think I’m disgusting,” Will’s voice was feeble and revealed just how young he really was.

“I could never think you’re disgusting! Even if you had a horrible skin fungus that made you turn green and scalely, I’d still want to shag you every night,” Jack flashed a silly smile and planted playful kisses all over Will’s face. To his surprise and joy Will actually smiled slightly. “But in all seriousness. There’s nothing you could tell me that would make me think less of you. None of this was your fault, he’e one one I’ll hate…never you,” Jack emphasized his poin giv giving Will a loving, but gently kiss. He was overjoyed to feel Will respond, all be it much less boldly than usual. They broke the kiss and Will sniffled and wiped his eyes. He took a deep breath and stared down at the mattress.

“Well…you obviously know what happened up on deck…I know you saw. That…that wasn’t the f-first t-time he…he…um…it wasn’t the first time h-he d-did th-that,” Will swallowed hard and had to stifle a sob. “I really don’t want to talk about this, can’t we just forget it ever happened?” Will pleaded his eyes watering. Jack looked at Will with empathy but he knew for a fact the nightmares wouldn’t go away unless Will confronted his demons. Jack knew…he never really faced his and he still had the nightmares. Jack sighed, there was no time like the present and if it could help Will, then he’d do anything. Anything.

“Would it help you if…if…if you knew that…I know /exactly/ what you’re going through?” Will looked up at him in disbelief.

“How could you possibly know? You’re strong…I’m pathetic and weak,” Will muttered bitterly. Jack hugged Will to his chest; it would be easier if he didn’t have to look into those chocolate pools he loved so much.

“I know because…bse…bse…because,” he laughed angrily and took a calming breath, he didn’t think this would be so hard. “I know because…it happened to me too.” There, he had finally said it. He felt Will start to shake in his arms, then soft gentle kisses on his neck, along his jaw, and then finally his lips. He pushed Will back slightly and stared at him confused. Will smiled half-heartedly, tears streaming down his face, before he leaned in and kissed Jack again. ‘He’s comforting me…’ Jack realized. He couldn’t believe it. After everything Will had gone through he still put Jack’s needs before his own. He felt Will cradle him to his chest and rub soothing circles on his back as he continued to lavish Jack with affectionate kisses. Will kissed his forehead, his eyelids, his nose, and each cheek. It was so tender and gentle, yet the entire time silent tears continued to fall down Will’s face. When Jack heard his lover’s melodic voice in his ear he couldn’t take it anymore.

“I’m so sorry, Jack. You didn’t deserve to have that happen to you…you’re far too wonderful,” Will whispered, gently stroking Jack’s face. Jack smiled falsely and returned the gesture.

“You really are an angel,” he breathed. He hadn’t grieved for his lost innocence for twenty years. It was strange, he always thought he would be embarrassed but for some reason Will made him feel like it was okay for a grown man to feel pain…even if he was one of the most famous pirates in all the Caribbean. He rose from the bed and moved to one of the cabinets taking out one of his precious bottles of rum. He smiled and tossed one to Will, who caught it deftly. He took one for himself and moved back to the bed. He noticed Will’s look of confusion and grinned tiredly.

“I know it’s not your cup of tea luv…but I think now is as good a time to start drinking as any,” Jack explained taking a rather large swig from his own bottle. Will observed his bottle, sniffing the bottle opening and frowning. He felt Jack’s hand on his shoulder and looked up. “Trust me. It’ll help…and it goes down easier after a while,” Jack offered, taking another swig. Will sighed before holding his nose and taking a rather large gulp. He grimaced and almost chocked but managed to swallow. He shivered and stuck his tongue out.

“Bleck!” Jack laughed and patted Will’s head. His young lover smiled half-heartedly and took another drink, leaning against Jack. Jack wrapped his arm around Will’s shoulder and gently rubbed the thin arm, offering a small amount of comfort.

After about an hour Will cleared his throat, snapping Jack out of his memories. He ran his hand down his older lover’s face and smiled nervously, speaking in a soft shaky voice.

“I’m ready to talk about what happened.”


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Barbossa stood at the helm of his newly commandeered ship. The island he had been stranded near was well visited by the trading ring. All he had to do was kill the captain and the rest of the crew soon fell into line. With the sea in front of him and his destination skillfully charted he stared off into the horizon confidently. The psychotic gleam was still prominent in his eyes, but his new crew chose to ignore it. He grinned and started laughing maniacally.

“I’m coming for you, poppet…just you wait.”


Tbc….