Metamorphosis

Metamorphosis, by Hellborne (the_ferret_mom@yahoo.com)
Pirates of the Caribbean – NC-17

Copyright: Characters, not mine, See the Mouse. Story, mine, but I make no money. He does, but not on this.

Typing convention. / and * are used for thoughts. * - * - * is used for scene or perspective changes, and elapsed time.

Summary: When checking out a port he’d never seen before, Jack runs into the WRONG woman. G/B, N/C, M/F, J/W, H/C, Angst, Slash, Lemon.

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Chapter 8 – Kidnap

For the two weeks following the attack, Will slept on the sofa in the parlor, not wanting to upset his wife, who still couldn’t stand him to touch her. Each morning he would find out what groceries she wanted, then do the shopping himself before going to the smithy.

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Will tried to breathe, but the octopus holding him just slipped one of its tentacles around his head and attached a sucker to his mouth. Struggling, he moaned as it surrounded his manhood with a tight wetness. He gasped, his thrashing finally unseating the beast. “OOF! Is that any way to treat your wife?!”

The octopus dissolved into Jack as Will woke, relieved but startled to find his naked wife on the floor. “Jack! I’m so sorry! I was having a nightmare, and didn’t expect you.”

“Well, William. Expect me now!” She climbed back onto him, smothering him in kisses and impaling herself on his velvety staff, moving in a frenzied way.

Will held her waist softly, moving his hips in a gentle rhythm, kissing her tenderly but passionately, so happy to have his randy wife back that he was in tears. He held his seed back as long as he could, making Jack quiver and shake five times before allowing himself to spill. Spent to boneless, Jack collapsed onto Will, the blacksmith’s long, silky member still inside her, her eyes closed and mouth open.

“I love you, Jack. Does this mean I’m invited to sleep with you in the bed again?”

Smiling languorously Jack mumbled her approval and barely nodded at her husband, that being all the energy she could muster as she fell asleep against his chest. Will smiled and carried her upstairs, his long silky member still inside her, still amazed at how light she was.

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Although Will still did the shopping and accompanied her whenever she went out of the house, Jack was fairly back to normal, even saying hello and thank you to James instead of cringing or trying to hide her body from him.

Early the next week, Jack decided to try shopping by her self again. She did, however, bring a dagger that Will made for her; perfect grip for her hand; heavy enough to do damage, yet light enough to be comfortable, and perfectly balanced for throwing.

That evening, Will walked into an empty house. No sweetly called welcome, no smells of dinner, sounds of Jack in the kitchen. No grocery items to show that she had come home from shopping. No signs of Jack at all. He hurriedly checked each room of the house looking for a note; something...anything...but found nothing.

Desperate for an explanation, Will grasped at straws, assuring himself. “She stopped to visit Elizabeth and simply lost track of time.” Surely she was with Elizabeth. “Ran into her shopping no doubt.” He didn’t really believe this for a minute, but he refused to consider the alternatives. His fear rising with every step, Will ran all the way to the Norringtons’. Will panicked when James answered the door. The Commodore was completely disheveled, his wig missing, hair down and eyes red with tears. He saw the look on Will’s face and his shoulders drooped. “Jack too? Elizabeth also. This makes a dozen women who have disappeared today.”

“A dozen? What of the guard? Have they found anything? Anyone see anything?”

“A drunk said he saw several men leaving town by the beach road. I sent two dozen guardsmen to check it out. They reported that they found a wagon and horses at the beach eight miles away, and it looked like they took three longboats, but no ship was found.”

“Then we need to go after them!”

“And just where would you start? Which pirate port? Which slave auction? They left against the tide as they didn’t wait till morning, so direction is an important decision if we will be able to see our wives again.”

Will thought about it. “Tortuga. Ask around the town there.”

James gave that suggestion a bitter laugh. “Excellent plan, Will. I can JUST imagine our reception when a naval ship arrives and men who are obviously military get off the ship and start demanding information from pirates.”

“Then you and I take your private schooner.” The tone in Will’s voice commanded James’ full attention no less than the iron fist twisted in the front of his uniform. “Leave your uniform and wig behind. We can get information from the Faithful Bride. I’m sure of it.”

After giving a reasonable amount of time to that idea, James agreed. “If we haven’t found anything after five days then we’ll have to try elsewhere. In the meanwhile, I’ll have Captain Groves question any and all merchant ships for any news they may have. They took his fiancé. Agreed?”

“Agreed. We should leave immediately.”

Will, my schooner is laid up for hurricane season and has to be fit-out and provisioned at the very least. Come down to the docks in the morning at four o’clock. We’ll leave at five.”

“Thank you, James.”

“As we’re going into a pirate den, it’s best you call me ‘Jim’.”

Will smiled for a moment at that. “Jim it is. I’ll be there at four o’clock sharp.” He left, racing to the smithy to put out the fire and arrange for the burro to be fed and watered while he was gone, then home to pack.

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As they disembarked in Tortuga, Will reminded “Jim” to swagger a bit in keeping with the image of a pirate. On their way to the Faithful Bride, Will spotted someone he knew from the Pearl and walked directly up to him, startling the man. “Mr. Littleton! How nice to see you! I have a couple of questions you might have answers for.”

Littleton clapped him on the shoulder. “Will Turner! I haven’t seen you in years! Tell ye what. I’ll answer your questions, and you can return the favor.”

“Sounds good. What do you want to know?”

“Well, Jack’s gone and disappeared without a trace. Seein’ as how he talked about you all the time, perhaps...you seen him?”

Will nodded. “Yes, actually. And that ties in to my questions. I take it you’re still with the Pearl?”

“Oh, Aye.”

“Good. Have you heard tell of a ship with a dozen woman captives out of Port Royal?”

“Aye, they sent word of ‘em to the crowd at the bride’s auction yesterday. Didn’t sell any though. Didn’t even let ‘em off the ship. Just showed ‘em off. They left this morning, heading for Saint Thomas.”

“Did they say what they were going to do with them there?”

“Aye, they did. Whilst they showed off the ladies’ bodies, ‘twas said they were opening a Singapore brothel there.”

Neither man could stay silent. “A...BROTHEL?”

“Aye, anything goes, but if ye kills ‘em, ye has to pay for them.”

Jim and Will paled. Will put his hand on Jim’s shoulder, giving him a private look out the corner of his eye. “Can you describe any of them?”

“I recognized Miss Swann right off, but they refused to sell her to any of us. We thought maybe t’ bring her back to you, rememberin’ your feelings about the girl an’ all.”

Jim recovered first. “Any others?”

“They had one...” His eyes misted over at the memory. “Beautiful little Indian princess, but so wild that no one dared touch her. She was manacled to the mainmast. I don’t think there was a man there that didn’t want her though. They called her ‘Princess Raven’. Don’t think it was her name though, as she spat at them every time they used it.” He paused. “Now, how does THAT ship relate to Captain Sparrow?”

“You may not believe me, but the lady you just described IS Jack Sparrow.”

Littleton chuckled. “Oh, aye. Well would ye mind just tellin’ me then, Mr. Turner, how that could be?”

“She told me that the Pearl docked at an unknown island, and a crazy woman must have cursed him because the next thing he knew, he was a woman getting married in Port Royal.”

The pirate laughed. “Gettin’ married ye say? Who to? She’s a right beautiful slip of a girl. I envy anyone who could marry her and live through it.” He looked at Will with clear admiration.

Will sighed, a melancholy smile creeping onto his face. “She’s my wife, Ron, and I’ve GOT to get her back.”

Littleton smiled and nodded, pleased to hear it. “So Jack finally got what he was after, though I’m sure thinkin’ it’s nothing the way he imagined it.” He chuckled again. “Did you know he’d saved himself for you all these years? Didn’t even leave the ship most of the time when we were in port.”

Will blushed. “Do you think the Pearl will help?”

Ron laughed, clasping him on the shoulder again. “Mr. Turner, the Pearl set sail just after the Golden Harlot, and if she hasn’t taken her yet, she will afore they get to Saint Thomas. They were tryin’ t’ figure out how to take the ship without gettin’ the ladies...well, HARMED, if ye get my meaning.”

All the color drained from Jim’s face as he blurted. “Do you honestly think they would kill the women?”

“They threatened to kill them here if they misbehaved...all but the Indian—err—Jack. It’s still hard to believe that gorgeous lady was Jack Sparrow. Her they just left chained by herself. Don’t know why they didn’t sell her here. She gave them nothin’ but trouble, yet they wouldn’t get rid of her.”

“What about Miss Swann?”

“Oh, if they know who she is they’ll not kill her. They’d probably hold her for ransom.”

“Then they didn’t know?”

“Not likely. Err...I see you’re a friend of Mr. Turner’s, but might I ask your name? I’m Ron Littleton.” He held out his hand.

James shook it. “Jim. Jim...Norris.”

“Glad to meet you, Jim. You lookin’ t’ turn pirate, are ye?”

Will intervened. “No, actually, he’s helping me sail my schooner to rescue Jack and the other ladies. Do you think it best that we just wait here or try to find them?”

“Stick around, mates. I’m sure the Pearl will be back ere long, and with the ladies. Though ye might have a time gettin’ Jack back...at least if she doesn’t prove who she is.”

Will’s eyebrows knit in confusion. “Why? I would think it would be harder for me to get her back if they KNEW she was their captain.”

Ron grinned. “Oh no, Mr. Turner. As a beautiful Indian lass, and a spirited one at that, they’ll all want her for themselves. Even now, knowin’ who she really is, I have definite urges, ye might say, just think’ about her.” His smile was blissful, his eyes distant.

Will cleared his throat, snapping Ron out of his reverie. “I believe that’s part of the curse. Men seem drawn to her. Even Commodore Norrington was smitten with her, though he was quite the gentleman about it.”

Ron nodded, unabashed. “I wondered how such a skinny wench could affect me so much.”

“Why aren’t you on the Pearl now, anyway?”

Ron grinned. “Three of us were left here till they return to find out anything we could on Jack’s whereabouts. After all, we’d only just arrived here before the Harlot pulled in.”

Will and Jim thanked the pirate and went back to the schooner to wait, albeit anxiously, for the Pearl’s return.

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TBC

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