Legends of the Treasure Child
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Pirates of the Caribbean (All) › Slash - Male/Male
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Adult ++
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Category:
Pirates of the Caribbean (All) › Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
32
Views:
12,779
Reviews:
37
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own the Pirates of the Caribbean movie series, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Little John Sparrow
They never spoke of it again, because they were both men. And because they were both men who’d gotten exactly what they needed and had a clear understanding of what the other man was in need of, neither mentioned it again. That was Jack Sparrow’s explanation the day after when a troubled Bootstrap came up to him demanding a report on Jack’s night with William. Knowing that Jack could be next to impossible to understand some times, Bootstrap simply nodded and went to his son the captain of the Dutchman and inquired after how the night had passed. His son William then explained to his father in an angry tone that perhaps it would be best if he kept his long nose out of Will’s business, and oh by the way nothing happened and that his concern was indeed appreciated but the last thing he needed was someone to chaperone his virtue as he had no intention of letting Elisabeth slip through his fingers because it was now two years, seven months and one day until he could finally meet her again. Or maybe not, William had drawn his breath and continued, perhaps she was lying dead somewhere right now and some villain was fleeing away with the chest and his heart, with every dark intention of taking control of the Flying Dutchman and its’ captain. But that’s all right. If she’s dead then I don’t mind dying.
Will had stopped to stare at Bootstrap afterwards, amazed over the words coming out of his mouth.
“It’s really beginning to get to me, isn’t it?”
“It’s a heavy burden to bear, son. I understand.”
“I’m sorry. I’m truly sorry” Will said apologetically, shaking his head in frustration. Bootstrap patted his shoulder, gazing over to Jack who immediately looked away. Jack was sitting on deck, feeding his son. Little John had gotten another tooth during the night, and had discovered the joy of crawling on hands and knees. Will handed the wheel over to Bootstrap and came to join them, and he picked up John with careful hands. The boy watched him intently while he smiled and giggled at Will, reaching out for his face with two small hands. Will picked him up and carried him off back to the wheel, teaching John how to steer the Dutchman. It was a breathtaking morning, and the pearly white skies danced towards the horizon, racing against the speedy Dutchman towards World’s end. Jack joined them.
“So, Jack, and thoughts about the future?”
“The future, Jack. Now that you’ve got yourself a son and your plundering days are over, what will you do with your life? You still haven’t really told me what happened at the Fountain of Youth, but I take it something really bad happened, something which near succeeded killing you and most definitely did kill the Jack Sparrow I used to know you to be. So now that you’re a new man, I ask you about your future. Will you get a job? Maybe you really are dead but you just don’t know it yet.”
“Do I look dead to you?”
“No.”
“Then I’m not dead, then savvy? Now, gettin’ a job? Me? Needless to say I’ve never done an honest day’s work in me entire life and I’m not sure I want to start now.”
“Then how do you plan on supporting yourself and your son? You wowed to give him a proper Christian upbringing, remember?”
“You’re right, I should plan somethin’. Would ye mind looking after ‘im for a while? While I plan?”
“Sure. Where are you going?” Will frowned.
“To the cabin to sleep on it. In my experience, the best plannin’ is done while asleep. Good night. Just bring John when ye’ve had enough, savvy?” Jack turned on his heel.
“You just got up a couple of hours ago!”
“Breast-feeding every second hours doesn’t give ye much sleep, does it?”
“You mean what happened last night was a normal night for you?”
“Aye. So if ye think I seem a little bit in the fog lately and not so very creative about me future, then that’s why.
Jack shut the door behind him, went straight to his bed, put his head on the pillow and minutely fell asleep. He was beginning to feel the strain, exhaustion was catching up for real now, and every minute awake was spent yearning for more sleep. Jack turned onto his side, stroking his slightly swollen breast areas. The nipples were sore and aching from John’s constant craving for Jack’s milk, and Jack suspected that part of the craving was the heavy teething process John was undergoing. He simply wanted to use Jack’s nipple to chew on to relieve the aching gums. With these thoughts floating on top of his mind, Jack fell asleep, his thoughts diving deep into the abyss of the dreamworld. And in his dream, there was the demon.
They lay on the grassy bank by the waterfall and the Fountain of Youth, and he made love to the demon. But something was off. Something didn’t quite fit, for the creature Jack made love to, wore Will’s skin, but it wasn’t Will, for the suit that resembled Will on the outside didn’t quite fit in the edges, and it didn't have Will’s eyes.
Jack awoke from the eerie dream, shuddering and sweating all over. He rubbed his face in his palms, trying to calm himself. He lay down again and shut his eyes.
“The future...”he whispered to himself, “is for those who are dead on the outside and vibrant on the inside, instead of being like me, who is dead on the inside and alive, as it were, on the out…side…! What else but sailing a boat could I possibly do? I’m... pretty good at rescuing fair maidens in distress, like... Elisabeth bloody Swann. What she could possibly be seeing in that no good eunuch is beyond me…! And now he’s an undead and more alive than I’ll ever be...” Jack snivelled on, half asleep until his mind finally settled again.
Will came in a little while later with John. They’d encountered another shipwreck, and he needed both his hands. He left John with Jack, assuming the presence of the boy would wake his father. But Jack slept on after that Will had closed his door. There, in the light of a single candle, little John Sparrow hoisted himself up to the edge of a closet, taking his first steps while holding on to the wooden ledge. His shadow was cast on the wall behind him, towering high against the ceiling. For a brief moment, John focused, gathering himself and then he let go, standing all on his own. He giggled heartily, raising his little hands to the ceiling in triumph. On the wall behind him, the shadows of his arms stretched outwards resembled that of a pair of huge, black wings.
Will had stopped to stare at Bootstrap afterwards, amazed over the words coming out of his mouth.
“It’s really beginning to get to me, isn’t it?”
“It’s a heavy burden to bear, son. I understand.”
“I’m sorry. I’m truly sorry” Will said apologetically, shaking his head in frustration. Bootstrap patted his shoulder, gazing over to Jack who immediately looked away. Jack was sitting on deck, feeding his son. Little John had gotten another tooth during the night, and had discovered the joy of crawling on hands and knees. Will handed the wheel over to Bootstrap and came to join them, and he picked up John with careful hands. The boy watched him intently while he smiled and giggled at Will, reaching out for his face with two small hands. Will picked him up and carried him off back to the wheel, teaching John how to steer the Dutchman. It was a breathtaking morning, and the pearly white skies danced towards the horizon, racing against the speedy Dutchman towards World’s end. Jack joined them.
“So, Jack, and thoughts about the future?”
“The future, Jack. Now that you’ve got yourself a son and your plundering days are over, what will you do with your life? You still haven’t really told me what happened at the Fountain of Youth, but I take it something really bad happened, something which near succeeded killing you and most definitely did kill the Jack Sparrow I used to know you to be. So now that you’re a new man, I ask you about your future. Will you get a job? Maybe you really are dead but you just don’t know it yet.”
“Do I look dead to you?”
“No.”
“Then I’m not dead, then savvy? Now, gettin’ a job? Me? Needless to say I’ve never done an honest day’s work in me entire life and I’m not sure I want to start now.”
“Then how do you plan on supporting yourself and your son? You wowed to give him a proper Christian upbringing, remember?”
“You’re right, I should plan somethin’. Would ye mind looking after ‘im for a while? While I plan?”
“Sure. Where are you going?” Will frowned.
“To the cabin to sleep on it. In my experience, the best plannin’ is done while asleep. Good night. Just bring John when ye’ve had enough, savvy?” Jack turned on his heel.
“You just got up a couple of hours ago!”
“Breast-feeding every second hours doesn’t give ye much sleep, does it?”
“You mean what happened last night was a normal night for you?”
“Aye. So if ye think I seem a little bit in the fog lately and not so very creative about me future, then that’s why.
Jack shut the door behind him, went straight to his bed, put his head on the pillow and minutely fell asleep. He was beginning to feel the strain, exhaustion was catching up for real now, and every minute awake was spent yearning for more sleep. Jack turned onto his side, stroking his slightly swollen breast areas. The nipples were sore and aching from John’s constant craving for Jack’s milk, and Jack suspected that part of the craving was the heavy teething process John was undergoing. He simply wanted to use Jack’s nipple to chew on to relieve the aching gums. With these thoughts floating on top of his mind, Jack fell asleep, his thoughts diving deep into the abyss of the dreamworld. And in his dream, there was the demon.
They lay on the grassy bank by the waterfall and the Fountain of Youth, and he made love to the demon. But something was off. Something didn’t quite fit, for the creature Jack made love to, wore Will’s skin, but it wasn’t Will, for the suit that resembled Will on the outside didn’t quite fit in the edges, and it didn't have Will’s eyes.
Jack awoke from the eerie dream, shuddering and sweating all over. He rubbed his face in his palms, trying to calm himself. He lay down again and shut his eyes.
“The future...”he whispered to himself, “is for those who are dead on the outside and vibrant on the inside, instead of being like me, who is dead on the inside and alive, as it were, on the out…side…! What else but sailing a boat could I possibly do? I’m... pretty good at rescuing fair maidens in distress, like... Elisabeth bloody Swann. What she could possibly be seeing in that no good eunuch is beyond me…! And now he’s an undead and more alive than I’ll ever be...” Jack snivelled on, half asleep until his mind finally settled again.
Will came in a little while later with John. They’d encountered another shipwreck, and he needed both his hands. He left John with Jack, assuming the presence of the boy would wake his father. But Jack slept on after that Will had closed his door. There, in the light of a single candle, little John Sparrow hoisted himself up to the edge of a closet, taking his first steps while holding on to the wooden ledge. His shadow was cast on the wall behind him, towering high against the ceiling. For a brief moment, John focused, gathering himself and then he let go, standing all on his own. He giggled heartily, raising his little hands to the ceiling in triumph. On the wall behind him, the shadows of his arms stretched outwards resembled that of a pair of huge, black wings.