Almost Familiar Faces.
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Pirates of the Caribbean (All) › Slash - Male/Male › Jack/Will
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
13
Views:
5,308
Reviews:
10
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.
Almost Familiar Faces.
Disclaimer: Don’t own ‘em.
Plans: Expect future chapters to have slash (of course with lemony goodness), bondage, NonCon, explicit language, and much much more. Maybe some F/F. Just a thought. No actual plans for the plot right now.
Warning: First fanfic ever. Not used to working with other people’s characters. Please be gentle. (Later chapters will hopefully result in my first lemon as well). Not sure if the Italics will work the way I want. Also, Word keeps fixing my pirate talk. Grr. Hmm, I just remembered what I was writing about. Yay! Now on with the fun.
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“Well now that’s just absurd,” the graceful form spat before plopping down on the wooden floor. “It is not my fault in any way, shape or form. You dig your hole, you climb out with your own teeth.” Apparently this rant would last longer than Jack would be able to go without grabbing the rum out of Elizabeth’s clenched fist.
“Now love, just think about the possibilities. What with all of the treasure and adventure and… and treasure.” Just how long before she threw that bottle over the side of the boat, er, ship?
Sighing, Elizabeth accepted Will’s hand to help her self up from the floor. It was disgusting and ruining her dress. “I want to go home Jack.”
“What ‘bout our dear Will? You plan on taking him with you?” Lightly throwing his arms around, Jack gestured towards the blacksmith.
Seeing where this conversation might end up, Will decided to do his part. “I will go where I please and neither of you can take me anywhere without my consent.” This abruptly ended the argument between Captain and Lady.
“But first,” Jack paused to step far enough out of slapping range from the two females on the deck before continuing, “we stop at Tortuga. The lass there ‘s holdn’ the last bottle of rum.”
Glaring at Jack, Elizabeth seemed to choose her next words carefully. “I can not be blamed for you being raterate, Jack. It would seem that Will had chosen his path long before we saved you that day and that I will return to Port Royal without his company. It is probably better this way. I love Will, but I’m not IN love with him, nor is he in love with me.” Considering her next decision carefully, she finally spoke. “To Tortuga, if we must.”
“To Tortuga!” Jack yelled, raising his empty hand in an attempt at a toast. Suddenly, he seemed to realize that his hands where lacking and that his toast was incomplete. Looking quite puzzled, he turned to Cotton’s parrot, which seemed to enjoy watching the conversation “Have you seen th’ rum, mate?”
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Having landed not an hour before at the docks of the pirate city, Jack left the crew to find a place to sit and think. And drink. It wasn’t long before he was joined by Gibbs, Will, Ana and Elizabeth. The latter of the group was guarded by the others and seemed to hold the rn irn in the highest contempt.
“I was startin’ to feel a little lonely.” The serving wench had all ready found a comfortable spot on Jack’s lap. “How about some drinks all around?”
“You buying?” Gibbs asked curiously before accepting the offer.
“Well, I was ‘opin we would take turns,” the captain said slyly, considering he had all ready run up a decent tab while waiting.
“I refuse to take part in such delinquent…” Elizabeth was cut short by a loud commotion that had started in the corner. Unlike the rest of the crew, she was not accustomed to the common outbursts from the tavern’s patrons.
Before she could continue, the commotion heated up.
“Listen you cretin, I ‘ill cut off yer man hood if ye don’t remove yer hands from me person.” A relatively short figure in what was obviously pirate’s clothing had drawn their sward. It was blatant that the person speaking was a woman.
“Aw, the lass jus’ threatened me. I don’t think me friends and I will be takin’ lightly to such harsh words.” A burly man that had obviously instigated the incident spoke loudly enough for the whole tavern to hear.
“Ah, but you seem to be thinkin’ that I give a rodent’s rump what you and yer’ friends will be doin’.” There was a familiar accent hidden in that voice. ~Was it Irish?~ Jack pondered.
The owner had been all too glad to allow the entertainment to continue in the tavern until this point, but he saw that things where heating up a little too quickly for his own liking. “Out! Take this outside now!”
The female seemed more than obliged to take the owner’s request. “Ah, out side then. The more room, the better.” The crew of the Pearl seemed to be the only ones to notice the faint gleam in the woman’s eye. They should notice it, they have seen it countless times before. Of course, it was usually on the face of their beloved captain.
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It didn’t take long for the whole tavern to empty out into the street, waiting for the show to continue. Most had remembered to bring out their mugs, oblivious to the owner saying otherwise.
“Well, wench? What do ye plan to be doin’ now? Slap us to death?” The group of men that had been ganging up on the girl snickered at the last remark.
“No, but I do be plannin’ to take yer hat.”
“Me hat? What would me hat have to do with this?”
“Yer not very becoming of it. I thought I could relieve it from some of its misery.”
The man had grown red, far beyond what a few drinks would do. “I didn’t want to be wastin’ ye, but you have gone too far, whore,” the man growled before unsheathing his sword.
Before he could take a step forward, the woman had already sliced through the air with her own sword, a cut appearing on the man’s cheek. “Do ye be wantin' to continue?” Her question seemed to be more of a warning than anything else.
Not wanting to back down to a mere ‘street whore’, the man reluctantly held his ground.
“Fine than. Before we get on with this, I be wantin’ to make a wager.” This sparked a curiosity in the group of attacking men as well as the audience. “If I win, I get yer ship.”
“What if I win?” The man did not seem to like the one sided bet.
“Well ye would be getting my ship, of course.” The woman smiled at this comment as if it where a sudden revelation.
The man considered this for a moment and then spoke “Ye have a ship?”
“Well, I will if I win th’ wager, now won’t I? Besides, we can just pretend for a little bit.”
“Pretend?”
“Yeah, just think about it. If I win, I’ll have a ship. If you win, ye’ll have a ship. It all works out in the end.”
Looking slightly confused, the man thought for another moment. Then, with a proud look on his face he exclaimed “That sounds ‘bout right.”
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A/N: Please don’t hate me. This is my first fanfic ever. I have no clue what I’m doing. I am pleased that I got out as much as I did though. Took up about two pages on Word. Anyways, I’m hoping for some nice lemons and some slash and some good old bondage. Woo! Reviews would be helpful. See a mistake, say something. See an extremely out of character, well, character, then let me know. As I said, first fanfic. I’m having a hard time keeping them under control here. Oh, and now for some disclaiming: I don’t own them, but they can sure as hell own me.
Plans: Expect future chapters to have slash (of course with lemony goodness), bondage, NonCon, explicit language, and much much more. Maybe some F/F. Just a thought. No actual plans for the plot right now.
Warning: First fanfic ever. Not used to working with other people’s characters. Please be gentle. (Later chapters will hopefully result in my first lemon as well). Not sure if the Italics will work the way I want. Also, Word keeps fixing my pirate talk. Grr. Hmm, I just remembered what I was writing about. Yay! Now on with the fun.
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“Well now that’s just absurd,” the graceful form spat before plopping down on the wooden floor. “It is not my fault in any way, shape or form. You dig your hole, you climb out with your own teeth.” Apparently this rant would last longer than Jack would be able to go without grabbing the rum out of Elizabeth’s clenched fist.
“Now love, just think about the possibilities. What with all of the treasure and adventure and… and treasure.” Just how long before she threw that bottle over the side of the boat, er, ship?
Sighing, Elizabeth accepted Will’s hand to help her self up from the floor. It was disgusting and ruining her dress. “I want to go home Jack.”
“What ‘bout our dear Will? You plan on taking him with you?” Lightly throwing his arms around, Jack gestured towards the blacksmith.
Seeing where this conversation might end up, Will decided to do his part. “I will go where I please and neither of you can take me anywhere without my consent.” This abruptly ended the argument between Captain and Lady.
“But first,” Jack paused to step far enough out of slapping range from the two females on the deck before continuing, “we stop at Tortuga. The lass there ‘s holdn’ the last bottle of rum.”
Glaring at Jack, Elizabeth seemed to choose her next words carefully. “I can not be blamed for you being raterate, Jack. It would seem that Will had chosen his path long before we saved you that day and that I will return to Port Royal without his company. It is probably better this way. I love Will, but I’m not IN love with him, nor is he in love with me.” Considering her next decision carefully, she finally spoke. “To Tortuga, if we must.”
“To Tortuga!” Jack yelled, raising his empty hand in an attempt at a toast. Suddenly, he seemed to realize that his hands where lacking and that his toast was incomplete. Looking quite puzzled, he turned to Cotton’s parrot, which seemed to enjoy watching the conversation “Have you seen th’ rum, mate?”
~~ ~~ ~~ ~~ ~~ ~~ ~~
Having landed not an hour before at the docks of the pirate city, Jack left the crew to find a place to sit and think. And drink. It wasn’t long before he was joined by Gibbs, Will, Ana and Elizabeth. The latter of the group was guarded by the others and seemed to hold the rn irn in the highest contempt.
“I was startin’ to feel a little lonely.” The serving wench had all ready found a comfortable spot on Jack’s lap. “How about some drinks all around?”
“You buying?” Gibbs asked curiously before accepting the offer.
“Well, I was ‘opin we would take turns,” the captain said slyly, considering he had all ready run up a decent tab while waiting.
“I refuse to take part in such delinquent…” Elizabeth was cut short by a loud commotion that had started in the corner. Unlike the rest of the crew, she was not accustomed to the common outbursts from the tavern’s patrons.
Before she could continue, the commotion heated up.
“Listen you cretin, I ‘ill cut off yer man hood if ye don’t remove yer hands from me person.” A relatively short figure in what was obviously pirate’s clothing had drawn their sward. It was blatant that the person speaking was a woman.
“Aw, the lass jus’ threatened me. I don’t think me friends and I will be takin’ lightly to such harsh words.” A burly man that had obviously instigated the incident spoke loudly enough for the whole tavern to hear.
“Ah, but you seem to be thinkin’ that I give a rodent’s rump what you and yer’ friends will be doin’.” There was a familiar accent hidden in that voice. ~Was it Irish?~ Jack pondered.
The owner had been all too glad to allow the entertainment to continue in the tavern until this point, but he saw that things where heating up a little too quickly for his own liking. “Out! Take this outside now!”
The female seemed more than obliged to take the owner’s request. “Ah, out side then. The more room, the better.” The crew of the Pearl seemed to be the only ones to notice the faint gleam in the woman’s eye. They should notice it, they have seen it countless times before. Of course, it was usually on the face of their beloved captain.
~~ ~~ ~~ ~~ ~~ ~~ ~~
It didn’t take long for the whole tavern to empty out into the street, waiting for the show to continue. Most had remembered to bring out their mugs, oblivious to the owner saying otherwise.
“Well, wench? What do ye plan to be doin’ now? Slap us to death?” The group of men that had been ganging up on the girl snickered at the last remark.
“No, but I do be plannin’ to take yer hat.”
“Me hat? What would me hat have to do with this?”
“Yer not very becoming of it. I thought I could relieve it from some of its misery.”
The man had grown red, far beyond what a few drinks would do. “I didn’t want to be wastin’ ye, but you have gone too far, whore,” the man growled before unsheathing his sword.
Before he could take a step forward, the woman had already sliced through the air with her own sword, a cut appearing on the man’s cheek. “Do ye be wantin' to continue?” Her question seemed to be more of a warning than anything else.
Not wanting to back down to a mere ‘street whore’, the man reluctantly held his ground.
“Fine than. Before we get on with this, I be wantin’ to make a wager.” This sparked a curiosity in the group of attacking men as well as the audience. “If I win, I get yer ship.”
“What if I win?” The man did not seem to like the one sided bet.
“Well ye would be getting my ship, of course.” The woman smiled at this comment as if it where a sudden revelation.
The man considered this for a moment and then spoke “Ye have a ship?”
“Well, I will if I win th’ wager, now won’t I? Besides, we can just pretend for a little bit.”
“Pretend?”
“Yeah, just think about it. If I win, I’ll have a ship. If you win, ye’ll have a ship. It all works out in the end.”
Looking slightly confused, the man thought for another moment. Then, with a proud look on his face he exclaimed “That sounds ‘bout right.”
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A/N: Please don’t hate me. This is my first fanfic ever. I have no clue what I’m doing. I am pleased that I got out as much as I did though. Took up about two pages on Word. Anyways, I’m hoping for some nice lemons and some slash and some good old bondage. Woo! Reviews would be helpful. See a mistake, say something. See an extremely out of character, well, character, then let me know. As I said, first fanfic. I’m having a hard time keeping them under control here. Oh, and now for some disclaiming: I don’t own them, but they can sure as hell own me.