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Disclaimer: 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.

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Author�s Note: Well, there are some references to POTC: At
World�s End but�it really has nothing to do with this story. Characters are
probably OOC�but I am taking an author�s creative license and I will ignore
complaints about how you feel I am portraying the characters. That being said,
constructive criticism welcome as are reviews just saying you read it.

Part One: Friends In Wet Places

�� Waking up,
Ethan lets out a pained groaned that is more rasp than anything. Slowly, he
rolls onto his side choking back the sobs. The blood and semen mixing down his
legs makes his stomach roll. �Now, do you want to tell me again that you will
not tell me where the Flying Dutchman was when you returned the heart?�
�� Y-you will
never find him�not by me.�
�� Beckett
sneers. �An honorable pirate�who would have thought.�
�� Ethan
glares at him weakly. He was not going to be patronized by his rapist. �You are
going to have to go out yourself and actually work to find him because I
promise you that nothing you do will ever make me tell you where I found the
Flying Dutchman.�
�� Beckett
chuckles. �Do I need to introduce you Mr. Mercer?�
�� Ethan
stares at him almost horrified at the notion of that beastly man coming
anywhere near him. �I think I would rather sleep with Davy Jones than let your
man touch me!� he seethes.
�� Then tell
me where you found the Flying Dutchman and I can promise you a quick hanging.�
�� Ethan
snorts. �I�ll believe that when I see it.� He wasn�t stupid, and he didn�t
believe a word the monster before him was saying.
�� Mr.
Mercer, it seems our young friend here needs to be persuaded.�
�� Ethan
watches as the door is open and the male steps within. He wasn�t a match as
tired and wounded as he is. This was going to be just as ugly as it was with
Beckett�if not more so.
�� He has no
strength to fight as he�s rolled over and his wrists held above his head. The
ugly sneering face that looks down at him makes him want to throw up what
little he has left in his stomach. This wasn�t going to end well that he could
definitely see. �One more chance, Ethan. Tell me where you found the Flying
Dutchman and I will spare you this.�
�� Go�to�hell,�
Ethan spits out, �I will tell you NOTHING!�
�� Then
proceed, Mr. Mercer,� Beckett says sounding less than sorry. Ethan squeezes his
eyes shut. If he had to be forced to endure this than he would be damned before
he had to watch it happen.
�� The pain is
just as intense as before and fills his entire world. He screams until he�s so
hoarse that it hurts to breath. It seems to take forever before once again the
bliss of unconsciousness claims him.
�� He awakens
to the feel of a rocking floor which could only mean that he was on a ship.
Wincing, he slowly sits up and takes even longer to get back onto his feet.
Swaying unsteadily for a few minutes until he catches his balance, he slowly
makes his way to the door. It is with great hesitation that he opens the door
afraid of what he might find when he does so. �Ethan, lad, get back in bed!� a
familiar voice yells at him. Stunned, Ethan can only stare at the male who
storms up to him.
�� Wh-what
are you doing here?� he asks.
�� What do
you mean what am I doing here, lad? Yer on my ship,� the male responds.
�� I�what�how?�
he splutters not comprehending how he ended up from the �care� of Beckett and
Mercer onto the ship owned by a friend of his.
�� You were
hurt�badly. So badly, in fact, that they had to call in a doctor. Unfortunately
for them�the only one around happened to be an old friend of mine who
recognized you. She brought you to me and told me to get out of Port Royal as
fast as I could. What did you do, lad?�
�� G-gave
back the heart of Davy Jones,� Ethan says softly trying for an innocent smile.
The dark haired man rolls his eyes.
�� How did I
know you�d do something that insane?�
�� I�m a
pirate,� Ethan responds, �though I wonder what you were doing in Port Royal
anyway. Did you get in trouble in Tortuga again�maybe buy the last bottle of rum
and upset a certain crazy pirate?�
�� The man
laughs. �No, I haven�t upset Jack Sparrow�this time. I had a feeling you would
have done something crazy after learning that Cutler Beckett had received the
heart of Davy Jones so I raced back here. Looks like a good thing I did or
those two would have bled you dry in an attempt to make you talk.�
�� Looks like
I am not as easy to corrupt as my father�he always said I would make a bad
pirate. I have too high a code of honor.�
�� What some
see as a weakness others view as a strength, lad, never forget that. There are
crews who would kill for such reliability.�
�� Those are
few and far between, Samuel, as you well know.�
�� Laughter is
all he gets for his response before the older pirate sobers. �In any event,
back to bed with ye. Yer not to be wandering around until ye�ve let yer body
heal. Yer a hermaphrodite, lad, it�s about time ye started to accept that and
to act accordingly.�
�� Ethan
sighs. �I hate the way that sounds, Samuel, and you know it. I am NOT a woman�not
really and I hate to be treated like one.�
�� That may
be, lad, but ye�ve got to remember that yer more fragile than most men whether
you like to admit to that or not.�
�� Knowing he
was right, doesn�t make it any easier so he merely glares at him. Samuel merely
draws him back into the room and pushes him onto the bed. �I mean it, lad, ye
need to rest.� Sighing, the male draws the blankets up around himself. There
was no arguing with him about this, the older male would win every time.
�� He falls
asleep though it is too troubled for him to remain that way for long and he
wishes not to relive what those cowards had done to his body. He doesn�t even
want to undress and check out the extent of the damage himself anyway.
Cowardice, maybe, but it still remained he didn�t want to know. They had taken
enough from him. He sits up and stares out the window at the sea. �At least
they don�t have control of the seas,� he thinks trying his best to believe that
was worth what had transpired, �Anything is worth keeping that man from
controlling the seas.� He doubts he�d ever believe it�not completely. Something
in him would always think that there was nothing that was worth the loss of his
innocence and virginity.�
�� Samuel
returns by nightfall with some food. �Here ye go, lad,� he murmurs.
�� Thank
you,� Ethan responds, �Can I inquire as to where we are heading.�
�� We are
heading to Tortuga.�
�� Why?�
�� Do ye have
to ask?�
�� Wenches
and rum,� Ethan mutters though he can only fake his annoyance as his lips are
curling into a smile.
�� Of course,
the best things in life consist of those two items.�
�� Ethan
chuckles. �You never change, Samuel.�
�� I don�t
plan on it, lad.�
�� Ethan
smiles warmly at the forty-ish male pirate. The male had been a friend of his
father though hadn�t been able to stomach what he�d become in the past few
months. He�d seen Ethan grow up and had been one of the few who hadn�t told him
that he was a freak. In fact, he�d trained him as he would any other pirate and
had treated him just as he would any other member of his crew to a point. He
had never called his duel gender a weakness and for that, Samuel had his
respect and his trust. He was more a father to him than his flesh and blood.
�� Ethan
spends the rest of the trip trying to get adequate sleep without seeing the
faces of Beckett and Mercer. It doesn�t happen and he feels like he�d been
smacked around with a shovel. �Lad, ye sure yer okay?�
�� I am
having trouble sleeping,� he admits as he stumbles down the plank to the shore.
�� Maybe ye
should have stayed on the ship.�
�� No,� Ethan
tells him, �I just�I need this.�
�� Well,
alright but if ye get too much of a liability I am gonna have ye returned to
the ship.�
�� Agreed,�
the male murmurs softly. He makes his way to a secluded portion of the dock and
sits. He wasn�t going to go and get something to drink�it probably wouldn�t sit
too well with him right now. He slides his feet into the water and stares out
into the distance. He can only imagine how Beckett reacted to finding him gone
and hopes that the male is unsuccessful in relocating Davy Jones. It would be a
sad day indeed were the oceans to belong to such people as Cutler Beckett.�
�� Yer
thinking too much,� an unfamiliar voice comments startling him.
�� H-huh?� he
says looking up.
�� An amused
smile greets him. �Yer thinking too much, and that�s never healthy.�
�� For a
moment, he�s quiet but then he comments, �Not thinking enough is not healthy.�
�� The male
snorts. �Yes, well, if you overdo it than you won�t get a single thing done,
savvy?�
�� Ethan
chuckles. With that one word, he knows exactly who he�s talking to. �Captain
Jack Sparrow�did Samuel get the last bottle of Rum again?�
�� Not this
time,� the male responds, �though I wonder what you are doing in his company.�
�� It
was�preferable to my previous company,� he says softly.
�� Something
tells me you did something�stupid.�
�� If you
call returning the heart of Davy Jones to said pirate than aye, it was stupid
on my part.�
�� You gave
it back to him?�
�� It was
preferable to having to watch as the Royal Navy systematically destroyed every
pirate on the seas.�
�� I see,�
Jack murmurs sounding rather perturbed.
�� In any
event�didn�t the Kraken eat you?�
�� It didn�t
like the taste of Captain Jack Sparrow,� the pirate responds with that haughty
smile. Ethan rolls his eyes. Jack was�well, he was just Jack Sparrow.
�� Jack, what
are you doing?� a voice demands.
�� Ethan
watches as two people storm up to him. �I swear, Jack Sparrow, you are
unbelievable. We drag you back from World�s End and you are being downright
ungrateful!� the woman scolds.
�� I�m a
pirate!� Jack protests though it sounds incredibly weak.
�� I don�t
care if you were Davy Jones! We told you to rest!� she snaps.
�� Elizabeth,�
the second male says obviously trying to placate her.
�� No, Will!
He is going to return to the ship and he is going to STAY there or he will find
out just what I am capable of!�
�� Watching
the normally calm pirate captain start to sweat is an amusing sight and the
brunette barely manages to stifle his laughter not wanting to be in the middle
of their squabble. �Jack, please, just do as she says,� Will tells his
companion.
�� Jack sighs.
�I knew getting involved with the two of you was trouble,� he mutters though he
does head in the direction of the Black Pearl.
�� Ethan
watches as the woman covers her mouth and waits before Jack is out of sight
before laughing. �Elizabeth!� Will groans softly.
�� I couldn�t
help it, Will. He DOES need the rest.�
�� Yes
well�being that forceful with Jack is going to end up coming back tenfold.�
�� I don�t
doubt that Will Turner�I don�t doubt that one little bit.�
�� Then why
do you vex him so, lady?� Ethan asks.
�� Elizabeth
looks at him as if just noticing that he was sitting there. �I enjoy his bouts
of temper. It proves that he�s not completely lost who he was before the Kraken
dragged him into the Locker,� she responds, �though I feel horrible about
having done it in the first place.�
�� Will
touches her shoulder, �Jack�s forgiven you�forgive yourself, Elizabeth.�
�� Ethan is glad
when the two of them head in the direction Jack Sparrow did. It was getting a
bit too sickeningly sweet for the male. He stares back out across the ocean.
Something out there was calling to him�he only wonders what it was.
�� He�s only
interrupted by the arrival of Samuel. �Ye ready to go, lad?� he asks.
�� Where to?�
�� Well,
anywhere but back to Port Royal,� he comments.
�� Ethan
smiles sadly. That had been his home for as long as he could remember though it
would never feel that way again. He shakes his head before he starts thinking
again. There was no good that could come of remembering. �Let�s go,� he says as
he slowly stands up. He returns to the ship and heads to his room. Exhaustion
was starting to creep upon him and he could only hope that it would be filled
with memories he didn�t want to face. However, when he allows his body to rest
on the bed and his head on the pillow, he�s out like a light.
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