The Sail Maker
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Pirates of the Caribbean (All) › Slash - Male/Male › Jack/Will
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Adult ++
Chapters:
9
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5,119
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45
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The Sail Maker
The Sail Maker
Pirates of the Caribbean – PG for now…will be NC-17/XXX eventually
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: THANK YOU PENDRAGGININK!!!!! You’re 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, Slash, angst, lemon.
A/N: Plot bunnies need to be fed reviews regularly or they die. Please feed the plot bunnies. REVIEW!
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Chapter 1 – After the Storm
Will still couldn’t believe it. He looked at the smooth, black wheel in his hands while his tears flowed freely down his face.
It had been five years since he’d assumed command of the Black Pearl. Five years since the news of Jack’s death had reached him. But he still cried when he was alone with Jack’s Lady. He could feel that she missed him as much as he, and she reminded him of that fact every day. Today, after the storm had cleared, they discovered that almost half of her sails had been ripped away, along with much of the rigging that went with them. /Those were tast ast of the sails. We’ll need to get to shore and get more./ He frowned, and decided that he’d better take care of the purchase himself, since the rest of the crew could NEVER fit in at Port Royal, which was the closest port. He steered toward Jack’s favorite hiding place as the men used the sweeps, and the Pearl limped in, coming to rest in sorrow in the cove. Will took one of the longboats and started rowing for port, leaving Gibbs in charge.
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He still remembered the secret meeting with Commodore Norrington that Elizabeth /(correction—Mrs. Norrington)/ had arranged. He remembered being shown a drawing on a piece of paper and asked to identify it as he could. How could he not? He remembered it as if it were his very own…
“Why do you ask?”
“Mr. Turner, I’m asking you this because it washed up on shore a week ago. I thought I’d recognized it, but you are the expert in this matter. Please tell me if you recognize it.”
“Washed up?! How could it have washed up? It was a TATTOO!”
“Yes, Mr. Turner. All that washed up was part of a leg with this tattoo. Can you identify it for me?”
The stylized skull and crossbones with its blazing caption “Death is Certain” on the paper shrieked at his memory. “Yes. It’s Jack’s. Captain jack Sparrow.”
And so it ended.
The specifics of how he died, Will had no idea, but he did know that Jack had given his freedom in order to save his Pearl when Captain Jonas had them outgunned and would see them at the bottom unless Jack surrendered. Captain Jonas had a score to settle with Jack, but Jack had never admitted what it was. He’d merely said not to follow, that he’d meet up with them the next month in Tortuga. As they hauled him away onto the other ship, Will’s eyes met his. Jack’s grin was encouraging, but his eyes held no hope. That was the last he’d seen of him.
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Will landed the boat and drew it up onto the beach, and walked toward the docks, hoping to find a sail maker that he could use for the Pearl’s sails. Jack had taught him that his Lady liked high-class clothes, not stolen rags, and he was going to keep her as much like Jack wanted as possible, despite her depression without him. He found two sail makers. The first wanted to sell him white sails, or red and white, or blue and white. He had no black sailcloth at all. Not that Will expected it, but Jack’s Lady knew what she wanted. The second shookedoked promising. There were three small sails and several rather nice woodcarvings adorning the outside of the shop. The sails were of different colors. The first was white, the second was blue and white, such as the other sail maker had, but the third was black. There was a small sign over the door that said “Wakvta.” Will wondered if maybe this sail maker could make the sails properly. He walked in.
The shop was tidy to the point of obsession. There was a young girl puttering around the shop, making sure that it was clean. The sail maker himself was busy sitting on a bench behind a table and carving a medium sized piece of teakwood. Will could already make out part of a ship in the blackish wood, but he couldn’t figure out how the sail maker could see what he was doing, as his hair was long and wild, dangling way down over his face. He saw carvings all over the shop on shelves. Many were birds in flight: Seagulls, doves, and even a sparrow. Will’s heart caught in his throat. It was beautiful, and he decided then and there to buy it. He walked over and picked it up.
“If you like it, it’ll cost you fifteen shillings to leave with it. If you don’t, it’ll cost you two.” The man set the carving down and stood up, the hair still in his face. “What can I help you with, sir?”
Will raised the sparrow carving. “I’d like to buy this, and I need sails for a ship.”
“Awanita! See to this man’s carving. Which one is it?”
The girl walked over. “It’s the sparrow, Edudi.”
“And what kind of sails are you interested in? What kind of ship?” The man walked around the table. His gait was odd, but then Will noticed that he was walking on a peg.
“It’s a hybrid galleon, sir. You may have to come and see the rigging yourself. I do need a very specific fabric though. The sails must be black.”
“Ah. Black sails.” He put his finger to his chin through the hair. “I know of only one ship that dares to run with black sails nowadays. Which of the Black Pearl’s sails need replacing? I don’t have to measure those sails. I know them well, and I have black sailcloth aplenty.”
“You know the Pearl that well?”
“I was a crewmember on the Black Pearl some years ago, and learned all of her sail sizes. Which ones do you need?”
“The entire mainmast is missing its sails. The foremast is lacking the top half. How long before you will have them done, and what is your price?”
“Truth to tell, Captain Turner, I have an entire set of sails for the Black Pearl in the back of the shop at this very moment, and they are yours for only a small favor to a foolish old blind man.”
Will looked at him. “I never gave you my name.”
The man laughed. “Aye, the Black Pearl and her Captain are quite famous in this house.”
Will looked closer, trying to see under the hair. The voice was familiar, and he wanted to see if he could recognize him. “And the favor?”
“Simple, young Captain. I will give you the entire refit for your sails for the opportunity to sail on the Pearl for one day out to sea. I wish to feel the sea breeze on my face again; just one last time.” He brushed his long hair back from his face with his hand. His eyes were closed, and there was definitely something wrong about them, but Will couldn’t help but recognize him.
He blanched. “JACK! You’re dead! I saw the evidence!.”
Jack shook his peg leg at him. “Not as dead as you’d think.”
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TBC
A/N: Please feed the plot bunnies on your way out.
Pirates of the Caribbean – PG for now…will be NC-17/XXX eventually
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: THANK YOU PENDRAGGININK!!!!! You’re 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, Slash, angst, lemon.
A/N: Plot bunnies need to be fed reviews regularly or they die. Please feed the plot bunnies. REVIEW!
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Chapter 1 – After the Storm
Will still couldn’t believe it. He looked at the smooth, black wheel in his hands while his tears flowed freely down his face.
It had been five years since he’d assumed command of the Black Pearl. Five years since the news of Jack’s death had reached him. But he still cried when he was alone with Jack’s Lady. He could feel that she missed him as much as he, and she reminded him of that fact every day. Today, after the storm had cleared, they discovered that almost half of her sails had been ripped away, along with much of the rigging that went with them. /Those were tast ast of the sails. We’ll need to get to shore and get more./ He frowned, and decided that he’d better take care of the purchase himself, since the rest of the crew could NEVER fit in at Port Royal, which was the closest port. He steered toward Jack’s favorite hiding place as the men used the sweeps, and the Pearl limped in, coming to rest in sorrow in the cove. Will took one of the longboats and started rowing for port, leaving Gibbs in charge.
* - * - *
He still remembered the secret meeting with Commodore Norrington that Elizabeth /(correction—Mrs. Norrington)/ had arranged. He remembered being shown a drawing on a piece of paper and asked to identify it as he could. How could he not? He remembered it as if it were his very own…
“Why do you ask?”
“Mr. Turner, I’m asking you this because it washed up on shore a week ago. I thought I’d recognized it, but you are the expert in this matter. Please tell me if you recognize it.”
“Washed up?! How could it have washed up? It was a TATTOO!”
“Yes, Mr. Turner. All that washed up was part of a leg with this tattoo. Can you identify it for me?”
The stylized skull and crossbones with its blazing caption “Death is Certain” on the paper shrieked at his memory. “Yes. It’s Jack’s. Captain jack Sparrow.”
And so it ended.
The specifics of how he died, Will had no idea, but he did know that Jack had given his freedom in order to save his Pearl when Captain Jonas had them outgunned and would see them at the bottom unless Jack surrendered. Captain Jonas had a score to settle with Jack, but Jack had never admitted what it was. He’d merely said not to follow, that he’d meet up with them the next month in Tortuga. As they hauled him away onto the other ship, Will’s eyes met his. Jack’s grin was encouraging, but his eyes held no hope. That was the last he’d seen of him.
* - * - *
Will landed the boat and drew it up onto the beach, and walked toward the docks, hoping to find a sail maker that he could use for the Pearl’s sails. Jack had taught him that his Lady liked high-class clothes, not stolen rags, and he was going to keep her as much like Jack wanted as possible, despite her depression without him. He found two sail makers. The first wanted to sell him white sails, or red and white, or blue and white. He had no black sailcloth at all. Not that Will expected it, but Jack’s Lady knew what she wanted. The second shookedoked promising. There were three small sails and several rather nice woodcarvings adorning the outside of the shop. The sails were of different colors. The first was white, the second was blue and white, such as the other sail maker had, but the third was black. There was a small sign over the door that said “Wakvta.” Will wondered if maybe this sail maker could make the sails properly. He walked in.
The shop was tidy to the point of obsession. There was a young girl puttering around the shop, making sure that it was clean. The sail maker himself was busy sitting on a bench behind a table and carving a medium sized piece of teakwood. Will could already make out part of a ship in the blackish wood, but he couldn’t figure out how the sail maker could see what he was doing, as his hair was long and wild, dangling way down over his face. He saw carvings all over the shop on shelves. Many were birds in flight: Seagulls, doves, and even a sparrow. Will’s heart caught in his throat. It was beautiful, and he decided then and there to buy it. He walked over and picked it up.
“If you like it, it’ll cost you fifteen shillings to leave with it. If you don’t, it’ll cost you two.” The man set the carving down and stood up, the hair still in his face. “What can I help you with, sir?”
Will raised the sparrow carving. “I’d like to buy this, and I need sails for a ship.”
“Awanita! See to this man’s carving. Which one is it?”
The girl walked over. “It’s the sparrow, Edudi.”
“And what kind of sails are you interested in? What kind of ship?” The man walked around the table. His gait was odd, but then Will noticed that he was walking on a peg.
“It’s a hybrid galleon, sir. You may have to come and see the rigging yourself. I do need a very specific fabric though. The sails must be black.”
“Ah. Black sails.” He put his finger to his chin through the hair. “I know of only one ship that dares to run with black sails nowadays. Which of the Black Pearl’s sails need replacing? I don’t have to measure those sails. I know them well, and I have black sailcloth aplenty.”
“You know the Pearl that well?”
“I was a crewmember on the Black Pearl some years ago, and learned all of her sail sizes. Which ones do you need?”
“The entire mainmast is missing its sails. The foremast is lacking the top half. How long before you will have them done, and what is your price?”
“Truth to tell, Captain Turner, I have an entire set of sails for the Black Pearl in the back of the shop at this very moment, and they are yours for only a small favor to a foolish old blind man.”
Will looked at him. “I never gave you my name.”
The man laughed. “Aye, the Black Pearl and her Captain are quite famous in this house.”
Will looked closer, trying to see under the hair. The voice was familiar, and he wanted to see if he could recognize him. “And the favor?”
“Simple, young Captain. I will give you the entire refit for your sails for the opportunity to sail on the Pearl for one day out to sea. I wish to feel the sea breeze on my face again; just one last time.” He brushed his long hair back from his face with his hand. His eyes were closed, and there was definitely something wrong about them, but Will couldn’t help but recognize him.
He blanched. “JACK! You’re dead! I saw the evidence!.”
Jack shook his peg leg at him. “Not as dead as you’d think.”
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TBC
A/N: Please feed the plot bunnies on your way out.