The Sail Maker
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Pirates of the Caribbean (All) › Slash - Male/Male › Jack/Will
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
9
Views:
5,128
Reviews:
45
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Currently Reading:
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Finally
The Sail Maker, by Hellborne
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: Don’t hate me. Please. Just tell me how horrible I am and be done with it. If you can’t tell, I’m expecting a flame-fest for this one...forgive me, but send on the flames!
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Chapter 9 – Finally
That evening, when Will walked into the darkened cabin, he found himself shoved up against the wall, hands groping to remove his clothing as quickly as possible, a mouth covering his and delving deeply with tongue, seemingly trying to make up for lost time. He struggled for a moment, then gave in to the sensual plundering he was receiving, losing himself to the moment, moving his hands to his attacker’s naked body, caressing his ears, neck, sides, and hips with a fervor that he hadn’t dared use before.
Jack made short work of Will’s boots, stockings, and breeches, and ushered the younger man to the bed, leading him by his turgid member and an arm draped around his shoulder, trying to remove his shirt one-handed. Once on the bed, he removed his hand from Will’s member just long enough to finish removing his lover’s shirt, then pinned him with his own body, grinding his hips into Will’s, and kissing desperately about his neck, shoulders, and finally moving to a nipple and sucking madly, as if he were on fire.
Will, at first in shock, tried to figure out what had gotten into his lover, but decided that, since this was what he’d dreamed of since he’d found Jack in the sail shop the first place, he was not going to ask till later. His body admitted his passion as his nipples hardened and his painfully hard organ poked at Jack’s scarred belly, his sac tightening in excitement. He put his arms around his impassioned lover and left butterfly caresses from his ears down his back to the still beautiful globes of his arse.
Despite the dark of the cabin and Will’s hands caressing him, Jack was showing no trepidation whatsoever, moving down Will’s body to worship his velvet shaft and tight package with mouth and hands. Will moaned, his passion intensified, and nudged Jack with a toe to his hip to turn around. As Jack complied, Will took one of Jack’s balls in his mouth, tickling the underside of the sac with his fingers. Jack swallowed Will’s manhood as deep as it would go, sucking wildly as Will started to lose control and arch off the bed with his hips, pumping his organ in and out of Jack’s throat.
Jack reached up to the drawers in the headboard of the bed and took out a small, dusty jar of oil and opened it, dripping some onto his fingers and replacing it to the headboard to keep it safe. He moved the oiled fingers to Will’s cleft and found the puckered star of his opening by touch, sending one finger inside his lover.
Will’s body started to buck uncontrollably, and his mouth strove to engulf what was left of Jack’s manhood, licking around it as he sucked. As Jack’s second finger entered him and touched that most magical and sensitive spot, his vision exploded in white and he started cumming wildly into Jack’s mouth. Jack swallowed the magic organ’s juices greedily, pulling the member out of his mouth to the tip so that he could linger on the taste, moving his unoiled hand to caress Will’s cock, driving him to greater heights.
As Will started to taper off, he began licking Jack’s member in earnest, sending Jack over the top, cumming into his young lover’s mouth, taking his fingers out of Will’s opening so as to have his hands to clench the sheets in his joy and passion.
After he stopped cumming, Jack turned around and clenched Will, clinging to him, hugging him close. Will could feel tears on his shoulder as Jack wept with joy. “I love you, whelp. Don’t you ever forget it.”
Will smiled in the darkness, his eyes glowing though Jack couldn’t see them. “I won’t, Jack. And don’t you ever forget that I love you and I’ll never stop loving you.” He wrapped his arms around the older man and hugged him tight to his chest. “Jack, what happened? Last night I had to be so careful with you, and today you seem back to your old self completely.”
Jack chuckled. “Love, I guess you could say that seein’ old Jonas’ goods brought me back, but really it was your reaction to me seein’ them.” He laughed. “The look on your face was priceless, and it reminded me of just how much I missed you.” He drew in a deep breath. “I can’t help but say it over and over again. I love you William Turner!” He hugged him tighter.
* - * - *
The next morning, Will woke up alone in bed. He hurriedly got dressed and walked out of the cabin, turning to see Jack at the helm, the look on his face full of the bliss that he knew from before. He knew that Jack was talking to his Lady, the Pearl, and he watched him and felt such love that he thought his chest would burst from it. He couldn’t wait till Jack felt like leaving the bridge, so that they could continue their lovemaking from the night before.
Jack came out of his reverie just enough to notice the movement below, so he looked down, seeing Will watching him with lust-filled eyes. He smiled glowingly, knowing just how much the younger man loved him, and explaining it to his Lady, not trying to make her jealous. Of course, she’d always approved of the lad for Jack, but Captain Sparrow had always had a special place in her heart, and she couldn’t bear to live without him. His eyes glazed over again as they discussed the future.
Will smiled to himself and went to the galley to grab his breakfast.
After breakfast, Jack seemed rather energetic, so he called Will to the helm. “I made this for you, lad.” He produced a small statue of a woman wearing a gown. “It’s my Pearl. Keep her safe.” He trotted off, leaving his wooden leg on and taking his real boot and stocking off, climbing the ratlines to the crow’s nest, letting Glovins slide down to get some well-needed rest.
* - * - *
“Sail Ho! Treasure ship!” Will saw Jack pointing slightly to port. He took up his spyglass and looked. Sure enough, a Spanish treasure ship loomed on the horizon. He quickly gave the orders to put on sail and get ready for the raid.
As they neared the other ship, they fired off a warning shot across her bow, raising their colors in the process. The Spanish ship lowered her colors in surrender, and the Pearl pulled to and made fast, sending over a boarding party.
Jack noticed something wasn’t right, and was just shouting a warning to Will when a shot rang out from midway up the mainmast of the other ship. Will saw Jack clutch at his head as he fell, his hair and left arm getting caught up in the rigging, keeping him airborne and swaying as if from a gallows. Several more shots rang out, apparently shooting at Jack’s swinging body as an amusement for them.
Will quickly found where the shots had come from and started firing his special muskets into the area, felling soldiers with every round. The crew of the Pearl quickly ran back to the ship and started cutting lines and setting sail to run. As soon as his muskets were empty, Will turned the wheel about to get the Pearl away while three men fairly flew up the ratlines to bring Jack down and bring him to their cabin with the doctor.
As they wpullpulling away, the galleon fired a broadside that tore through sails and part of the upper hull. Will sighed with relief that the far larger ship had shifted in the waves and had not hit them below the waterline. Though the galleon tried to give chase, the Pearl slid away fast, gaining distance quickly and finally losing the Spanish ship.
Will was furious. The ship had obviously been set as an ambush, and he’d fallen right into it.
Croomer climbed the steps slowly and reported. “Cap’n, the only injury to the crew is Cap’n Sparrow. May I have the helm so that you can visit him? The doctor says it’s serious.”
Will thanked him and fairly leaped down the steps, rushing inside the cabin to the bed.
The doctor had done what he could, and Jack was lying naked in the bed on his back, his chest and hip area bandaged, along with both of his hands. The doctor had removed the wooden leg, and had completely removed the other leg, leaving a stump that he was currently stitching closed. There was a heavy bandage around Jack’s head, covering his eyes. He was breathing, but that was all Will could tell.
“Doctor?”
“I don’t know. He’s lost a lot of blood. They shot him up pretty bad, enough that I had to remove the leg. They must have been training their marksmen on him; he’s missing the last two fingers from his right hand, and his thumb from the left. As to his head...well, if he lives at all, he’ll never see again. One shot went right through the side of his head, across both eyes and out the other side. I’ve done everything I can. It’s up to him now.” He left.
Will leaned down and kissed Jack gently on the lips. “Please don’t die on me! I just got you back, so you can’t leave me!”
Jack’s voice was barely a whisper. “I love you, Will Turner...” He grimaced. “Don’ know if I’ll live, but...I got t’see you again. It’s worth it.”
Will’s eyes filled with tears. “Jack, I love you more than you’ll ever know. I can’t bear you to die again.”
His voice was slightly stronger, but still very weak from injuries, loss of blood, and shock. “Whelp, let me go. I heard the doctor. There’s not enough o’me left for me to want to go on. But I promise...I’ll wait for you...forever. Now just let me rest a little while. Maybe I WILL live. After all, I’m Captain Jack Sparrow.”
“Yes, Jack. You are. And I love you.” Will walked over and sat on the table, watching his lover’s chest moving up and down.
After a while, Jack jerked slightly, his breathing becoming irregular, and some blood coming through the bandages around his head, then he went limp, his chest still.
* - * - *
Jack opened his eyes, sat up and looked around in the darkened room. He seemed to be alone in the cabin, but he could hear breathing. He looked into the direction of the breathing and saw two figures; one looked like Will, and the other looked like it was a woman in a gown. They were standing in the corner with his sea chest, arm in arm, watching him. He swung his legs off of the bed and stood up. Stood up? He looked down at his body. He seemed completely whole. His legs were both intact, and he was even missing the scars and other markings from his arms. He walked naked to the couple watching him and his eyes started to adjust. “William?”
The man grinned. “Close. It’s Bill, Jack. I’ve been waiting for you with a friend.”
Jack looked the lady over. She was beautiful, pitch black with black flowing hair. Her figure was perfect for him, slightly rounded in the belly with flared hips, showing that she knew about motherhood. Her gown was satin and velvet, with strings of black pearls throughout it. When she spoke, it was like music to his ears. “I’ve waited for you for a long time, Jack Sparrow.”
He rushed to take her in his arms, weeping in happiness, no care for his nakedness. “Pearl. My Pearl!”
They kissed gently, yet passionately, and she laughed. “You’ll never leave me again, my sparrow.”
Jack found himself dressed the way he used to before he lost her the first time. His hair was suddenly bedecked with braids and beads, the white shirt and new waistcoat striking with his perfect breaches and favorite boots. His great coat made him look dashing, and his tricorn hat and effects made him feel more alive than he’d been in five years. He looked at Bill and Pearl. “I have some work to do.” With that, he strode out of the cabin toward the bow of the ship.
* - * - *
Will was surprised at how well the Pearl seemed to take Jack’s death. He barely had to think of where he wanted her to go and it was almost by magic that the ship followed his command. He’d only known her to do that for Jack.
* - * - *
As the great black ship sailed into the dock at Port Royal, white flag raised in truce, a small contingent of marines waited at the pier with Commodore Norrington at the head. Captain William Turner strode down the gangplank and saluted the Commodore. “Commodore Norrington, I regret to inform you that Captain Jack Sparrow died three weeks ago in a surprise attack from the Spanish.”
James Norrington glanced at the ground in sorrow, then looked at Will. “I’m sorry, Mr. Turner. I truly am. He was a good man after all, and I shall miss him.”
“CAPTAIN Turner, if you please.”
James smiled. “Captain.” He looked at the bow of the ship. “I do like what you’ve done to your figurehead. It seems to fit most aptly.”
Will turned around and looked, his mouth opening in shock and awe.
There, at the front of the ship, was a perfect copy of the carving that Jack had given him, decked out in flowing robes with her arms in cradling position and the look on her face a complete bliss. And resting, content in her loving arms, was a sparrow.
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End
A/N: Ok, I killed him. My muse just wouldn't let me save him. So bring on the flames. I'm fully expecting them. Hit that REVIEW button and flame the hell out of me! Maybe if you do, the muses won't kill him off in Witch or The Siren...Otherwise...
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: Don’t hate me. Please. Just tell me how horrible I am and be done with it. If you can’t tell, I’m expecting a flame-fest for this one...forgive me, but send on the flames!
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Chapter 9 – Finally
That evening, when Will walked into the darkened cabin, he found himself shoved up against the wall, hands groping to remove his clothing as quickly as possible, a mouth covering his and delving deeply with tongue, seemingly trying to make up for lost time. He struggled for a moment, then gave in to the sensual plundering he was receiving, losing himself to the moment, moving his hands to his attacker’s naked body, caressing his ears, neck, sides, and hips with a fervor that he hadn’t dared use before.
Jack made short work of Will’s boots, stockings, and breeches, and ushered the younger man to the bed, leading him by his turgid member and an arm draped around his shoulder, trying to remove his shirt one-handed. Once on the bed, he removed his hand from Will’s member just long enough to finish removing his lover’s shirt, then pinned him with his own body, grinding his hips into Will’s, and kissing desperately about his neck, shoulders, and finally moving to a nipple and sucking madly, as if he were on fire.
Will, at first in shock, tried to figure out what had gotten into his lover, but decided that, since this was what he’d dreamed of since he’d found Jack in the sail shop the first place, he was not going to ask till later. His body admitted his passion as his nipples hardened and his painfully hard organ poked at Jack’s scarred belly, his sac tightening in excitement. He put his arms around his impassioned lover and left butterfly caresses from his ears down his back to the still beautiful globes of his arse.
Despite the dark of the cabin and Will’s hands caressing him, Jack was showing no trepidation whatsoever, moving down Will’s body to worship his velvet shaft and tight package with mouth and hands. Will moaned, his passion intensified, and nudged Jack with a toe to his hip to turn around. As Jack complied, Will took one of Jack’s balls in his mouth, tickling the underside of the sac with his fingers. Jack swallowed Will’s manhood as deep as it would go, sucking wildly as Will started to lose control and arch off the bed with his hips, pumping his organ in and out of Jack’s throat.
Jack reached up to the drawers in the headboard of the bed and took out a small, dusty jar of oil and opened it, dripping some onto his fingers and replacing it to the headboard to keep it safe. He moved the oiled fingers to Will’s cleft and found the puckered star of his opening by touch, sending one finger inside his lover.
Will’s body started to buck uncontrollably, and his mouth strove to engulf what was left of Jack’s manhood, licking around it as he sucked. As Jack’s second finger entered him and touched that most magical and sensitive spot, his vision exploded in white and he started cumming wildly into Jack’s mouth. Jack swallowed the magic organ’s juices greedily, pulling the member out of his mouth to the tip so that he could linger on the taste, moving his unoiled hand to caress Will’s cock, driving him to greater heights.
As Will started to taper off, he began licking Jack’s member in earnest, sending Jack over the top, cumming into his young lover’s mouth, taking his fingers out of Will’s opening so as to have his hands to clench the sheets in his joy and passion.
After he stopped cumming, Jack turned around and clenched Will, clinging to him, hugging him close. Will could feel tears on his shoulder as Jack wept with joy. “I love you, whelp. Don’t you ever forget it.”
Will smiled in the darkness, his eyes glowing though Jack couldn’t see them. “I won’t, Jack. And don’t you ever forget that I love you and I’ll never stop loving you.” He wrapped his arms around the older man and hugged him tight to his chest. “Jack, what happened? Last night I had to be so careful with you, and today you seem back to your old self completely.”
Jack chuckled. “Love, I guess you could say that seein’ old Jonas’ goods brought me back, but really it was your reaction to me seein’ them.” He laughed. “The look on your face was priceless, and it reminded me of just how much I missed you.” He drew in a deep breath. “I can’t help but say it over and over again. I love you William Turner!” He hugged him tighter.
* - * - *
The next morning, Will woke up alone in bed. He hurriedly got dressed and walked out of the cabin, turning to see Jack at the helm, the look on his face full of the bliss that he knew from before. He knew that Jack was talking to his Lady, the Pearl, and he watched him and felt such love that he thought his chest would burst from it. He couldn’t wait till Jack felt like leaving the bridge, so that they could continue their lovemaking from the night before.
Jack came out of his reverie just enough to notice the movement below, so he looked down, seeing Will watching him with lust-filled eyes. He smiled glowingly, knowing just how much the younger man loved him, and explaining it to his Lady, not trying to make her jealous. Of course, she’d always approved of the lad for Jack, but Captain Sparrow had always had a special place in her heart, and she couldn’t bear to live without him. His eyes glazed over again as they discussed the future.
Will smiled to himself and went to the galley to grab his breakfast.
After breakfast, Jack seemed rather energetic, so he called Will to the helm. “I made this for you, lad.” He produced a small statue of a woman wearing a gown. “It’s my Pearl. Keep her safe.” He trotted off, leaving his wooden leg on and taking his real boot and stocking off, climbing the ratlines to the crow’s nest, letting Glovins slide down to get some well-needed rest.
* - * - *
“Sail Ho! Treasure ship!” Will saw Jack pointing slightly to port. He took up his spyglass and looked. Sure enough, a Spanish treasure ship loomed on the horizon. He quickly gave the orders to put on sail and get ready for the raid.
As they neared the other ship, they fired off a warning shot across her bow, raising their colors in the process. The Spanish ship lowered her colors in surrender, and the Pearl pulled to and made fast, sending over a boarding party.
Jack noticed something wasn’t right, and was just shouting a warning to Will when a shot rang out from midway up the mainmast of the other ship. Will saw Jack clutch at his head as he fell, his hair and left arm getting caught up in the rigging, keeping him airborne and swaying as if from a gallows. Several more shots rang out, apparently shooting at Jack’s swinging body as an amusement for them.
Will quickly found where the shots had come from and started firing his special muskets into the area, felling soldiers with every round. The crew of the Pearl quickly ran back to the ship and started cutting lines and setting sail to run. As soon as his muskets were empty, Will turned the wheel about to get the Pearl away while three men fairly flew up the ratlines to bring Jack down and bring him to their cabin with the doctor.
As they wpullpulling away, the galleon fired a broadside that tore through sails and part of the upper hull. Will sighed with relief that the far larger ship had shifted in the waves and had not hit them below the waterline. Though the galleon tried to give chase, the Pearl slid away fast, gaining distance quickly and finally losing the Spanish ship.
Will was furious. The ship had obviously been set as an ambush, and he’d fallen right into it.
Croomer climbed the steps slowly and reported. “Cap’n, the only injury to the crew is Cap’n Sparrow. May I have the helm so that you can visit him? The doctor says it’s serious.”
Will thanked him and fairly leaped down the steps, rushing inside the cabin to the bed.
The doctor had done what he could, and Jack was lying naked in the bed on his back, his chest and hip area bandaged, along with both of his hands. The doctor had removed the wooden leg, and had completely removed the other leg, leaving a stump that he was currently stitching closed. There was a heavy bandage around Jack’s head, covering his eyes. He was breathing, but that was all Will could tell.
“Doctor?”
“I don’t know. He’s lost a lot of blood. They shot him up pretty bad, enough that I had to remove the leg. They must have been training their marksmen on him; he’s missing the last two fingers from his right hand, and his thumb from the left. As to his head...well, if he lives at all, he’ll never see again. One shot went right through the side of his head, across both eyes and out the other side. I’ve done everything I can. It’s up to him now.” He left.
Will leaned down and kissed Jack gently on the lips. “Please don’t die on me! I just got you back, so you can’t leave me!”
Jack’s voice was barely a whisper. “I love you, Will Turner...” He grimaced. “Don’ know if I’ll live, but...I got t’see you again. It’s worth it.”
Will’s eyes filled with tears. “Jack, I love you more than you’ll ever know. I can’t bear you to die again.”
His voice was slightly stronger, but still very weak from injuries, loss of blood, and shock. “Whelp, let me go. I heard the doctor. There’s not enough o’me left for me to want to go on. But I promise...I’ll wait for you...forever. Now just let me rest a little while. Maybe I WILL live. After all, I’m Captain Jack Sparrow.”
“Yes, Jack. You are. And I love you.” Will walked over and sat on the table, watching his lover’s chest moving up and down.
After a while, Jack jerked slightly, his breathing becoming irregular, and some blood coming through the bandages around his head, then he went limp, his chest still.
* - * - *
Jack opened his eyes, sat up and looked around in the darkened room. He seemed to be alone in the cabin, but he could hear breathing. He looked into the direction of the breathing and saw two figures; one looked like Will, and the other looked like it was a woman in a gown. They were standing in the corner with his sea chest, arm in arm, watching him. He swung his legs off of the bed and stood up. Stood up? He looked down at his body. He seemed completely whole. His legs were both intact, and he was even missing the scars and other markings from his arms. He walked naked to the couple watching him and his eyes started to adjust. “William?”
The man grinned. “Close. It’s Bill, Jack. I’ve been waiting for you with a friend.”
Jack looked the lady over. She was beautiful, pitch black with black flowing hair. Her figure was perfect for him, slightly rounded in the belly with flared hips, showing that she knew about motherhood. Her gown was satin and velvet, with strings of black pearls throughout it. When she spoke, it was like music to his ears. “I’ve waited for you for a long time, Jack Sparrow.”
He rushed to take her in his arms, weeping in happiness, no care for his nakedness. “Pearl. My Pearl!”
They kissed gently, yet passionately, and she laughed. “You’ll never leave me again, my sparrow.”
Jack found himself dressed the way he used to before he lost her the first time. His hair was suddenly bedecked with braids and beads, the white shirt and new waistcoat striking with his perfect breaches and favorite boots. His great coat made him look dashing, and his tricorn hat and effects made him feel more alive than he’d been in five years. He looked at Bill and Pearl. “I have some work to do.” With that, he strode out of the cabin toward the bow of the ship.
* - * - *
Will was surprised at how well the Pearl seemed to take Jack’s death. He barely had to think of where he wanted her to go and it was almost by magic that the ship followed his command. He’d only known her to do that for Jack.
* - * - *
As the great black ship sailed into the dock at Port Royal, white flag raised in truce, a small contingent of marines waited at the pier with Commodore Norrington at the head. Captain William Turner strode down the gangplank and saluted the Commodore. “Commodore Norrington, I regret to inform you that Captain Jack Sparrow died three weeks ago in a surprise attack from the Spanish.”
James Norrington glanced at the ground in sorrow, then looked at Will. “I’m sorry, Mr. Turner. I truly am. He was a good man after all, and I shall miss him.”
“CAPTAIN Turner, if you please.”
James smiled. “Captain.” He looked at the bow of the ship. “I do like what you’ve done to your figurehead. It seems to fit most aptly.”
Will turned around and looked, his mouth opening in shock and awe.
There, at the front of the ship, was a perfect copy of the carving that Jack had given him, decked out in flowing robes with her arms in cradling position and the look on her face a complete bliss. And resting, content in her loving arms, was a sparrow.
* - * - *
End
A/N: Ok, I killed him. My muse just wouldn't let me save him. So bring on the flames. I'm fully expecting them. Hit that REVIEW button and flame the hell out of me! Maybe if you do, the muses won't kill him off in Witch or The Siren...Otherwise...