The Sail Maker
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Pirates of the Caribbean (All) › Slash - Male/Male › Jack/Will
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
9
Views:
5,127
Reviews:
45
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0
Currently Reading:
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Will's Wrath and Jonas' Fate
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: The greatest, most humble, modest, and oh so magnificent BetaGoddess, Pendragginink! 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.
Great Fic Blurb: You really must check out a fic by Alicia Graybill called “A Most Strangely Exquisite Form” over at http://www.livejournal.com/community/pirategasm/624646.html?view=4682502. I’m serious. It’s a great one-chapter fic that has just a TINY similarity to this one (a pirate blinding Jack) but is done FAR BETTER in my opinion.
A/N: Please don’t forget those lovely plot bunnies...they need reviews to live...so hit the REVIEW button when you’re finished, please.
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Chapter 8 – Will’s Wrath and Jonas’ Fate
The next morning, Will helped Jack put his foot on, with almost no apprehension on Jack’s part as Will held the leg to make sure it was attached properly.
Jack stretched and got out of bed. He started walking toward the wash bin next to the desk and suddenly the foot turned and came off, causing him to fall forward, grabbing the top of the desk on his way down, accidentally toppling an earthenware jar that crashed to the floor just inches from his head, causing him to close his eyes and shelter his head with his arms. As soon as it was over, he opened his eyes and started laughing.
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“Captain” Turner watched as the last of the burning ship sinking before him was gone. He still wasn’t used to the title; he still thought of himself as “First Mate to Captain Sparrow.” He thought he saw movement among the debris that was floating on the surface, so he lifted the redesigned musket to his shoulder, took aim through the homemade sight, and stopped. There was a black cat scrambling onto one of the few pieces of debris that was not still burning. He put the musket back into the barrel he kept it in. “Croomer! Bring that cat to me in my cabin.” He climbed down the stairs from the bridge and strode into his cabin.
When Will saw his prisoner hanging in manacles from chains in a ceiling hook, it made his heart sing. Normally a gentle man who disliked unneeded violence, Will Turner had waited for this moment for almost a year. The prisoner wore only his breeches; the rest of his clothes and effects tossed haphazardly in a corner.
“I demand to know why I am not being permitted parlay with your captain!”
“Tell me, Captain Jonas, did you extend parlay to Captain Sparrow when you took him aboard your ship?” Will’s eyes were hard.
“Aye! After a fine discourse on the merits of fidelity, I dropped him off near Port Royal. So unchain me so that I may speak with him under parlay!”
Will backhanded his prisoner hard, loosening some teeth and splitting his lip in the process. “You lie, Jonas!”
“I’m not lying! We were not a day’s walk from Port Royal when we dropped him off! A quick swim to shore and one day’s walk and he’d be back in civilization. Ye don’t expect me to pull up to Fort Charles and hand him and me ship over, do ye?”
Whack! Several of the previously loosened teeth flew from Jonas’ mouth with a trail of blood. “Liar!” Will walked to the door and pulled a large washtub inside and under Jonas. He placed Jonas’ left foot in the tub, and stretched his right leg forward across it, tying it tightly by the ankle to the nearby table leg. He drew his sword. When he spoke, his voice cracked at the memory. “All they ever found was his foot!” He raised the sword with both hands and hacked Jonas’ leg off just below the knee.
Jonas screamed unendingly till he passed out from the pain.
Will watched the blood drain into the basin, fascinated by the spurting sound, so much like milking a cow. He finally grabbed a leather strap and tied it tightly around the leg, stopping the flow, then walked to where the foot landed and untied it. He brought the foot to the cabin door and handed it out with instructions to hang it from the topsail of the mainmast for the gulls to eat. As he turned to go back into the cabin, a wet blur streaked past him onto the bed. “Oh. Did you wash the salt water off of the cat?”
“Yes Cap’n. She’s cleaned off and very angry.”
“Thank you, Croomer.” Will closed the cabin door and walked to the bed where the wet cat had run to, stopping along the way at the wash basin to pick up a large rag with which to dry it. The cat eyed him untrustingly, till he scratched behind her ears, and then using just the corner of the rag, he dried her off, competing with her tongue in some cases.
As the cat lay on the bed, purring to Will’s ministrations, he heard a moan from Jonas as returned to consciousness. Will brought the pitcher over to Jonas and poured it over his head.
As Jonas awoke, Will lifted his chin and looked him in the eyes. “You killed Jack Sparrow, Jonas. Because of you, I have no captain to give me orders. Do you know what that means, Jonas? It means that I have no one to hold me back from doing whatever I wish to do to you. You killed my lover, Jonas. Because of you, I have no one to love. Do you know what that means, Jonas? It means that your lover shall have a cold bed with no knowledge of whether you left her or died. It means that I shall kill you, Jonas, and I shall leave you with the same amount of blood that the sharks left with Jack.”
He grabbed a dagger and sliced the breeches off of Jonas. He grabbed Jonas’ manhood and sac, pulling them both as far as he could from Jonas’ body and twisting them painfully, making Jonas’ eyes widen. Jonas started screaming nonsense, babbling things that Will didn’t understand.
Will smiled sweetly at Jonas, a fire of madness in his eyes, placing his dagger below Jonas’ sac and started slicing it off, in long, slow, and very smooth draws across the area. He was careful to cut flush to Jonas’ body, leaving the entire package intact as it came free into his other hand.
The screams grew louder and louder as the blood flowed freely over Will’s hand and the organs themselves into the washtub. Will’s eyes had glazed as if in a trance as Jonas’ screams crescendoed into a blood-curdling shriek.
Once Jonas’ goods were completely detached from his body, Will pushed them into an earthenware pot, dropped wax all around the opening, then pushed the earthenware stopper into it, putting the gruesome jar in a holder on top of the desk beneath the portrait he had painted of his dead lover.
Jonas became conscious three more times as the blood drained into the basin, slowing to a drip...and then...silence.
Will watched the cat as she lay stretched across the bed in Jack’s favorite sleeping position, watching Will with eyes the color of Caribbean shoals. “Enjoy your rest, dear Jackie. It’s just you and me now.”
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Will looked incredulously at Jack, a hint of panic in his voice. “Jack! Are you all right? Why are you laughing?”
Jack chuckled as he hoisted himself up into a sitting position, lifting the pickled privates between thumb and forefinger from where they landed three inches from his nose. “Lad, you never cease to amaze me! Here I’d thought you’d have thrown them overboard with him...and they’ve been under my portrait this entire time!” He snorted in mirth. “Do ye have another jar, love? We should get them back into liquid afore they start to ripen. But this time, perhaps an apothecary jar might be a better choice of housing for them.”
Will was stunned. He’d thought for sure that Jack would be upset to even find out that he’d kept it, let alone running face to face with it, so to speak. “Jack...I thought you wouldn’t approve...”
“Nonsense! I heard he threw mine to the ship’s cat! Let’s get it put into a good jar and put it back into its place of honor.”
Will neglected to tell Jack what happened to the cat, who had just wandered into the cabin, her prize rat in her mouth.
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TBC
A/N: Ok, let me know what you think of this chapter. I *DO* have Chapter 9 (the final chapter) finished and waiting for people to tell me what they think of THIS chapter. So if you ever want to see the final chapter of this story, hit that REVIEW button and tell me what you think! Remember, good, bad, ugly, constructive criticism or even flames, I *LOVE* them!
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: The greatest, most humble, modest, and oh so magnificent BetaGoddess, Pendragginink! 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.
Great Fic Blurb: You really must check out a fic by Alicia Graybill called “A Most Strangely Exquisite Form” over at http://www.livejournal.com/community/pirategasm/624646.html?view=4682502. I’m serious. It’s a great one-chapter fic that has just a TINY similarity to this one (a pirate blinding Jack) but is done FAR BETTER in my opinion.
A/N: Please don’t forget those lovely plot bunnies...they need reviews to live...so hit the REVIEW button when you’re finished, please.
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Chapter 8 – Will’s Wrath and Jonas’ Fate
The next morning, Will helped Jack put his foot on, with almost no apprehension on Jack’s part as Will held the leg to make sure it was attached properly.
Jack stretched and got out of bed. He started walking toward the wash bin next to the desk and suddenly the foot turned and came off, causing him to fall forward, grabbing the top of the desk on his way down, accidentally toppling an earthenware jar that crashed to the floor just inches from his head, causing him to close his eyes and shelter his head with his arms. As soon as it was over, he opened his eyes and started laughing.
* - * - *
“Captain” Turner watched as the last of the burning ship sinking before him was gone. He still wasn’t used to the title; he still thought of himself as “First Mate to Captain Sparrow.” He thought he saw movement among the debris that was floating on the surface, so he lifted the redesigned musket to his shoulder, took aim through the homemade sight, and stopped. There was a black cat scrambling onto one of the few pieces of debris that was not still burning. He put the musket back into the barrel he kept it in. “Croomer! Bring that cat to me in my cabin.” He climbed down the stairs from the bridge and strode into his cabin.
When Will saw his prisoner hanging in manacles from chains in a ceiling hook, it made his heart sing. Normally a gentle man who disliked unneeded violence, Will Turner had waited for this moment for almost a year. The prisoner wore only his breeches; the rest of his clothes and effects tossed haphazardly in a corner.
“I demand to know why I am not being permitted parlay with your captain!”
“Tell me, Captain Jonas, did you extend parlay to Captain Sparrow when you took him aboard your ship?” Will’s eyes were hard.
“Aye! After a fine discourse on the merits of fidelity, I dropped him off near Port Royal. So unchain me so that I may speak with him under parlay!”
Will backhanded his prisoner hard, loosening some teeth and splitting his lip in the process. “You lie, Jonas!”
“I’m not lying! We were not a day’s walk from Port Royal when we dropped him off! A quick swim to shore and one day’s walk and he’d be back in civilization. Ye don’t expect me to pull up to Fort Charles and hand him and me ship over, do ye?”
Whack! Several of the previously loosened teeth flew from Jonas’ mouth with a trail of blood. “Liar!” Will walked to the door and pulled a large washtub inside and under Jonas. He placed Jonas’ left foot in the tub, and stretched his right leg forward across it, tying it tightly by the ankle to the nearby table leg. He drew his sword. When he spoke, his voice cracked at the memory. “All they ever found was his foot!” He raised the sword with both hands and hacked Jonas’ leg off just below the knee.
Jonas screamed unendingly till he passed out from the pain.
Will watched the blood drain into the basin, fascinated by the spurting sound, so much like milking a cow. He finally grabbed a leather strap and tied it tightly around the leg, stopping the flow, then walked to where the foot landed and untied it. He brought the foot to the cabin door and handed it out with instructions to hang it from the topsail of the mainmast for the gulls to eat. As he turned to go back into the cabin, a wet blur streaked past him onto the bed. “Oh. Did you wash the salt water off of the cat?”
“Yes Cap’n. She’s cleaned off and very angry.”
“Thank you, Croomer.” Will closed the cabin door and walked to the bed where the wet cat had run to, stopping along the way at the wash basin to pick up a large rag with which to dry it. The cat eyed him untrustingly, till he scratched behind her ears, and then using just the corner of the rag, he dried her off, competing with her tongue in some cases.
As the cat lay on the bed, purring to Will’s ministrations, he heard a moan from Jonas as returned to consciousness. Will brought the pitcher over to Jonas and poured it over his head.
As Jonas awoke, Will lifted his chin and looked him in the eyes. “You killed Jack Sparrow, Jonas. Because of you, I have no captain to give me orders. Do you know what that means, Jonas? It means that I have no one to hold me back from doing whatever I wish to do to you. You killed my lover, Jonas. Because of you, I have no one to love. Do you know what that means, Jonas? It means that your lover shall have a cold bed with no knowledge of whether you left her or died. It means that I shall kill you, Jonas, and I shall leave you with the same amount of blood that the sharks left with Jack.”
He grabbed a dagger and sliced the breeches off of Jonas. He grabbed Jonas’ manhood and sac, pulling them both as far as he could from Jonas’ body and twisting them painfully, making Jonas’ eyes widen. Jonas started screaming nonsense, babbling things that Will didn’t understand.
Will smiled sweetly at Jonas, a fire of madness in his eyes, placing his dagger below Jonas’ sac and started slicing it off, in long, slow, and very smooth draws across the area. He was careful to cut flush to Jonas’ body, leaving the entire package intact as it came free into his other hand.
The screams grew louder and louder as the blood flowed freely over Will’s hand and the organs themselves into the washtub. Will’s eyes had glazed as if in a trance as Jonas’ screams crescendoed into a blood-curdling shriek.
Once Jonas’ goods were completely detached from his body, Will pushed them into an earthenware pot, dropped wax all around the opening, then pushed the earthenware stopper into it, putting the gruesome jar in a holder on top of the desk beneath the portrait he had painted of his dead lover.
Jonas became conscious three more times as the blood drained into the basin, slowing to a drip...and then...silence.
Will watched the cat as she lay stretched across the bed in Jack’s favorite sleeping position, watching Will with eyes the color of Caribbean shoals. “Enjoy your rest, dear Jackie. It’s just you and me now.”
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Will looked incredulously at Jack, a hint of panic in his voice. “Jack! Are you all right? Why are you laughing?”
Jack chuckled as he hoisted himself up into a sitting position, lifting the pickled privates between thumb and forefinger from where they landed three inches from his nose. “Lad, you never cease to amaze me! Here I’d thought you’d have thrown them overboard with him...and they’ve been under my portrait this entire time!” He snorted in mirth. “Do ye have another jar, love? We should get them back into liquid afore they start to ripen. But this time, perhaps an apothecary jar might be a better choice of housing for them.”
Will was stunned. He’d thought for sure that Jack would be upset to even find out that he’d kept it, let alone running face to face with it, so to speak. “Jack...I thought you wouldn’t approve...”
“Nonsense! I heard he threw mine to the ship’s cat! Let’s get it put into a good jar and put it back into its place of honor.”
Will neglected to tell Jack what happened to the cat, who had just wandered into the cabin, her prize rat in her mouth.
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TBC
A/N: Ok, let me know what you think of this chapter. I *DO* have Chapter 9 (the final chapter) finished and waiting for people to tell me what they think of THIS chapter. So if you ever want to see the final chapter of this story, hit that REVIEW button and tell me what you think! Remember, good, bad, ugly, constructive criticism or even flames, I *LOVE* them!