Preventing A Mutiny
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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:
9
Views:
4,696
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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The Beginning
The Beginning
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Tired of breathing. Tired of teetering on the blurred, sharp edges digging into his bare heels once having him standing tall and brave. The King’s Law, unquestionable, rigid, wounding, staring at him through the cold, lifeless eyes of Lord Beckett, twisted into a nightmare through Davy Jones’, screaming in the silence of Elizabeth‘s noble contempt.
There, between, bare, yet not bare enough James prayed for death to slice him into the three pieces he longed to be, to serve his three handlers. In death, only one could follow.
The Hound of Hell gave him no chase. The Cerberus of his own creation slept peacefully now that its deed was done. The beast smiled in its sleep, tasting blood as Jones’ sword pierced pale, lacerated flesh beneath the façade the Admiral wished not withhold any longer.
“Do you fear death?”
Fear? His final gift? Fear, the hand of his beloved, the heartless monster, the bringer of peace? Abhor, the hesitation in his eyes… Unable to talk, his lungs collapsed, the mortal begged for one last favour, in the language only they would understand.
The blade thrusting through his chest with the last, relieved gasp of James Norrington, Jones considered an invitation.
Fin
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Tired of breathing. Tired of teetering on the blurred, sharp edges digging into his bare heels once having him standing tall and brave. The King’s Law, unquestionable, rigid, wounding, staring at him through the cold, lifeless eyes of Lord Beckett, twisted into a nightmare through Davy Jones’, screaming in the silence of Elizabeth‘s noble contempt.
There, between, bare, yet not bare enough James prayed for death to slice him into the three pieces he longed to be, to serve his three handlers. In death, only one could follow.
The Hound of Hell gave him no chase. The Cerberus of his own creation slept peacefully now that its deed was done. The beast smiled in its sleep, tasting blood as Jones’ sword pierced pale, lacerated flesh beneath the façade the Admiral wished not withhold any longer.
“Do you fear death?”
Fear? His final gift? Fear, the hand of his beloved, the heartless monster, the bringer of peace? Abhor, the hesitation in his eyes… Unable to talk, his lungs collapsed, the mortal begged for one last favour, in the language only they would understand.
The blade thrusting through his chest with the last, relieved gasp of James Norrington, Jones considered an invitation.
Fin