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The Jewel of Atlantis	By : greenwizard11 Category: Pirates of the Caribbean (All) > Slash - Male/Male Views: 729 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: The Pirates of the Caribbean universe does not in any way belong to me. This story is not being written for any monetary gain.

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The castle seemed kind of like a rat maze. Jack tried to pay attention to each turn, but it seemed like even if he did somehow manage to break free he'd have a hell of a time finding his way out again. All the guards they passed in the hallways wouldn't help either. After a while they entered a section that somehow seemed a bit softer, more homey. Little wooden stands stood against the walls opposite windows with pretty flower arrangements on top. Tapestries and painted portraits decorated the walls.

“Would you mind if I asked a question?” Jack spoke softly. He was still afraid, but something seemed a little different about this particular elf.

“That depends entirely upon the question,” Marin asked as he continued leading the way to his intended destination.

“The king, he called you Grandfather.”

“That's more of a statement than a question.”

“I know, I'm just a little confused is all. You don't look like a grandfather, and if somehow you are, shouldn't you be the king?”

“I was king,” Marin answered as he stopped in front of royal blue double doors with silver trim. He opened them and pulled Jack into the room. “And Aleksander is one of my grandchildren.”

Jack momentarily lost his train of thought as he examined his surroundings. It wasn't a bedroom, it was a living space. A window almost as tall as the high ceiling was opposite the door, and a table and chairs sat in front of it. To the right was a seating area, a comfortable looking overstuffed sofa and two leather bound chairs framed an area rug and faced a fireplace.

The first thing that caught Jack's eye was a silver sword mounted on the wall. Then he noticed one just like it was on the other side of the wall. These were decorative, not for use, and each had a large hexagon shaped ruby in the hilt that shone brilliantly in the sunlight.

Jack's legs carried him over to examine the nearest, and Marin laughed. “One thing you can always trust a pirate to do is notice treasure.”

“I...” Jack suddenly felt a chill down his spine, the memory of where he was and how he got there quickly returning. “It's very well made.”

“And rare,” Marin said as he closed the gap between them. “Those swords are given to elves who earn the title of Weapon Master. The one you are currently drooling over was given to my father. The other is mine.”

“I see.” Jack then noticed a portrait of two elves, a man and a woman. The man looked a lot like the one standing behind him, with some subtle differences which could be found in the woman's face. “Are those your parents?”

“Yes, but I didn't bring you here to give you a grand tour or tell you about my family history.” He reached out to physically turn Jack around so that they were facing each other.

“What do you intend to do with me?” Jack asked, his anxiousness easily detected in his tone.

“The first thing that needs to happen is you need to bathe.” Marin reached for and pulled a silver chain on the wall near the door.

Before Jack could ask what that was supposed to do two young male elves dressed plainly in white linen robes entered the room. “Your majesty,” they said in unison and both bowed.

“Galen, Blase, my guest needs a proper bath and a fresh change of clothing,” Marin gave the order.

The two servants bowed again. One left the room, and the other took hold of Jack's restrains and led him up the staircase. There were two rooms up there, and a balcony that overlooked the main room. Jack was taken into a spacious bathroom with a claw foot tub in the center large enough for two people to comfortably sit in. “Permission to remove the restraints,” the servant spoke to Marin, who wasn't far behind them.

“Remove everything and give him a good scrubbing, Galen,” Marin ordered as he leaned against the door frame to watch. “He smells.”

It was a relief to have the tight ropes removed, but then when the rest of his clothing was unceremoniously stripped from his body he felt a little exposed. It wasn't that he was a prudish or shy person, but usually he undressed himself, and he was in the presence of a woman. This time he had no control of the situation, and a fully dressed man was watching. “I could do this myself, you know,” he commented when he was standing there fully naked.

“You could,” Marin agreed as his gaze drank Jack's exposed body in with a tiny smirk. “But where would be the fun in that? Not to mention I want you actually clean, not just dipping yourself in the water for a minute.”

There were two knobs attached to the tub and Galen turned them both. Water started gushing from a spigot. “How did you get it to do that?” Jack temporarily forgot how exposed he was.

“It's an indoor plumbing system,” Marin answered. “Back when tribes of elves still inhabited Europe I'm told they tried to teach humans the method, but they were called sorcerers and chased off. I also hear that even after the Age of Enlightenment attempts have been made, but...”

Jack reached to dip his fingers in the stream of water. “It's even warm. This kind of is sorcery.”

“It's science, not sorcery. Now get in.”

Jack did as he was told and lowered himself into the hot water. “I don't think I've ever had a bath like this.”

“I know. As I said, you smell.”

Galen laughed as he grabbed a bottle of green liquid and started wetting Jack's hair. “Not the hair,” Jack protested.

Galen paused and looked to the prince with a questioning look. “Your Majesty?”

“Yes, the hair,” Marin insisted. “All of you. You're a guest with no say in much of anything.”

Jack sighed and surrendered himself, winching and hissing every time a knot was pulled. He could tell Galen was trying to be careful, but his hair hadn't been touched in quite some time.

“So, the rumors are true,” a woman in a purple gown appeared in the doorway.

“Carissa, darling, I have my reasons,” Marin turned his attention to her and grabbed both her hands.

“Who is she?” Jack asked, feeling a little over exposed again.

“This is my wife,” Marin introduced her. “Carissa, please trust me,” he turned his attention back to her. “For the time being, why don't you go stay with Niko and Serena? Or perhaps Emma and Valentino; visit with the grandchildren.”

With a soft sigh she nodded. “I will be in the bedroom packing a few things then.”

“She doesn't seem happy,” Jack observed when she left.

Marin shrugged at that. “Sometimes my way of doing things is a little unconventional. Of course, the outcome of my methods is what made me such a popular king.”

“Outcomes such as?” Jack was a little curious.

“Don't get ahead of yourself. When you're clean all will be revealed.”

Jack shifted uncomfortably when Galen's hand and the scrub brush reached the top of his thigh and was brushing against a very sensitive area. “You're enjoying this, aren't you?”

“Watching a pirate be cleaned up, of course I am.”

The other servant returned with clothing. “Will these do, your highness?”

Marin examined the white linen tunic similar to the one he himself wore, and the dark brown pants. “They will do. Help Galen dry him, and then dress him.”

“You're a sadist, aren't you?” Jack frowned as he was pulled from the now filthy water and the two servants started to dry him off.

“When the mood strikes. But for the moment, you're being given the full royal treatment.”

“The towels are kind of soft,” Jack admitted.

After a few minutes Jack stood before Marin, squeaky clean with his straightened hair still damp. “Better. Now I'm dealing with a person. Now the show begins.” With a wave he dismissed the servants.

“Is my crew being given the same treatment?” Jack asked as he followed Marin back into the living area.

“Not quite,” Marin answered. “But don't be concerned with them for the moment. We aren't heathens.”

“I see this.”

Marin went over to the table by the window and the horn Jack had blown to gain entrance to the island now sat in the middle. The elf picked it up. “My first question is, how did you come by this?”

“A bloke I met in Tortuga,” Jack didn't think lying would help him any.

“And Tortuga is?”

“It's a haven of sorts for gentlemen like myself.”

“I see. Do you know how he came to be in possession of a key to our gates?” Marin sat on one of the chairs.

Jack took a seat on the other side of the table. “He was an assistant to some wealthy man. They took a little trip to Egypt looking for ancient world treasure.”

The tip of Marin's finger ran along the top of the horn. “And he was selling what he found.”

“He was, but nobody thought that particular artifact was worth anything. Most people don't believe in opening up magical worlds anymore, and it wasn't made of gold, so they thought it was a pretty trinket.”

“But you believed.”

“I've seen things most men haven't. But as I said, I expected abandoned treasure, not all of this.”

Marin got up and put the horn in a trunk. “Your story seems credible so far. Egypt was a trading partner of ours before they were conquered by Rome. We usually went to them, but every now and again... Perhaps I should thank you for returning the one key we couldn't account for.”

Jack sat a little taller in his seat when he heard that. “Perhaps you should.”

Marin sat back down. “But Jack, you should be careful when dabbling in things you don't understand. There probably is treasure in the sunken city, but also things much more dangerous.”

“Such as?”

Marin's eyes glazed over a bit while his mind drifted to the past. “When I was very young my father told me the legend. The sunken city was the human capitol. We shared the island and its secrets, with a few dwarf settlements in the south.”

“I take it you don't share anymore.”

“Not equally. The humans got greedy and wanted to dominate us. There was a long and bloody war. The power we use sparingly for daily living they used to create weapons against us. One of them would have surely destroyed us.”

“But it didn't because you're city is still here.”

“No, it didn't. We didn't really win the war. It was more like what you would call divine intervention. In the very center of the island there is a volcano. It had been dormant for centuries, but that is where we mined the crystals we use to power everything. In the very early hours of the morning quite some time ago, it came back to life and erupted. It was the most violent eruption I think the world has ever seen. The volcano tore itself in half.”

Jack was a little confused. “I've never heard of a volcano doing that.”

“But it did. I've seen it with my own eyes. The river you sailed up, that's the crack the volcano made in the earth. Not only did the volcano tear in half, but it took the rest of the island with it. We were safe, the force behind it all spared us. As you've seen, the river runs along our north wall. There was some structural damage, but nothing that couldn't be repaired. The humans were not so lucky. The crack which quickly filled with water that comes from deep inside the earth and made a bee line as you say for the human capitol, and the city was swallowed up.”

Jack swallowed hard at the thought. “And all the humans died.”

“Not all. The reason you've heard the legend is that there were survivors. Another phrase your kind uses is dead men tell no tales.”

“Good point.”

“Some people in the city woke quickly enough to run to the docks and board their ships. Once they saw they no longer had a home here they sailed for Egypt and started over. Then there were human villages that were spared.”

“What happened to those people?”

“Since they no longer had any leadership or resources they very reluctantly turned to us. My ancestors were happy to take them in.”

“Even after a war?”

“There was some racial tension. It existed even when I was young. Though my first wife and I managed to change many hearts and minds, the tension still exists in some places with certain families.”

“You had a wife before the one who walked in on us?”

“I did. Her name was Ariana, and she was a human slave in the castle. What can I say, we took a fancy to one another.”

“What happened to her?”

“She grew old and died. We elves have a much longer life span. We can live four or five hundred years. The elders say long life comes with our grace.”

Jack let that sink in. “That is a long time to live. Can a human get some of that grace?”

Marin chuckled softly at that, not at all surprised by the question. “No. Jack, I'm telling you all of this because I want you to understand that some things that have been lost need to stay lost. Some of these things are very dangerous if they fall into the wrong hands. When I was very young my father heard whispers of some humans plotting to find the lost weapon and use it to get back on top. He gave his life to try and stop it.”

“I'm sorry,” was all Jack could think of to say as he stared down at the table. “But at least he stopped it.”

“He delayed it. When I was a young adult the whispers returned. I felt the need to take up the cause. Quite a battle was fought. I almost paid the same price my father did.” He lifted his shirt up to reveal a scar from a stab wound on his upper abdomen. He turned to reveal a larger corresponding scar on his back. “An orc ran me through from behind. Ariana, she got her hands on the weapon and used the magic to restore my life.”

“A weapon brought you back to life?”

“It was a weapon of magic. The human who created it designed it to destroy, but Ariana was able to harness the power and redirect. Before you ask, the weapon was moved somewhere where hopefully no one will ever find it. I'm one of the seven people who know where.”

“Wait, if the humans were trying to regain the power, why did an orc stab you?”

“The humans needed an army, so an alliance was made. It's not difficult to talk orcs into helping you kill elves. They do it on their own for fun.”

“This is...” Jack sat back and let it all sink in. “Your grandson is the king now. How old are you?”

“Three hundred and twenty four. Getting up there, even for an elf, but I've still got some life in me yet.” He got up and pulled the chain again.

It didn't take long for Galen to reappear. “Yes, your majesty?”

“Tell the kitchen staff that my guest and I will be taking dinner here tonight.”

“Of course. Any special requests?”

Marin thought about it a minute. “Shepherd's pie, butterscotch pudding, and flagons of strawberry meade.”

Galen nodded. “Anything else?”

“Bring us two cups of my favorite chai tea for now.”

“Right away.” Galen bowed and left.

“And I thought it was good to be captain,” Jack had a little smirk.

“The power comes with responsibilities,” Marin said as he rejoined Jack at the table. “For instance, I'm going to have to decide what I'm going to tell the council and my grandson about you.”

“What do you think so far?”

“I'm not entirely sure.”

“There must be a reason you stuck your neck out and brought me here.”

“I saw something. Something I haven't seen in a very long time. I can't describe it. You're a pirate, there's no arguing that. You break the law for a living. But I think you lead the life that you do because you don't like to conform. That I can identify with.”

“Freedom,” Jack gave a little nod. “I'm glad we have at least a little bit of an understanding. Of course I'm not very free right now...”

“No, but all things considered, I don't think you're fairing that badly.”

Jack let his gaze roam around the room. “It could be worse,” he agreed. “I must confess, I felt drawn to you as well, a little...”

“Did you?” Marin straightened up a little at that.

A slight blush flashed on Jack's cheeks for a brief moment. “I saw your eyes watching me. There was something different about you.”

The corners of the elf's lips curled up a bit. “I get told that a lot. The first thing most people notice is my uncommon eye color.”

“I certainly noticed that, but I think there's a lot more to you. I'm kind of sensing a kindred spirit.”

“It's my turn to confess that I'm hoping so.”

There was a knock at the door and Galen returned with a tray. He put a porcelain cup full of creamy tea in front of each man, as well as crackers and cheese. “You didn't order it, but I thought you and your guest might like a little snack to go with your tea.”

“Thoughtful, thank you,” Marin gave him a little smile. “Oh, before you retire for the evening, please take a message to Jaromir for me. Tell him I'd like to go for a little drow hunt in the morning after breakfast.”

“Very well,” Galen nodded before leaving.

Marin grabbed his cup by the handle and took a cautious sip. “Now that hits the spot. Go on, try it,” he urged Jack.

“I'm not much of a tea drinker,” Jack politely declined.

“The liquor will come with dinner. Try the tea for now. You might like it.”

“You are quite insistent,” Jack shook his head a little and took a small sip. His eyes widened slightly in surprise. “That's actually good. What's in it?”

“Perhaps I'll tell you after we've gotten to know each other a bit better. Let's go sit and drink by the fire.” Both men stood with their cups in hand. Marin started to head for the couch, but paused as he stood face to face with the pirate, their gazes meeting. “Don't make a fool of me, Jack Sparrow.”

Jack didn't know what to say for a moment, but he did have a dry mouth and a strong urge to reach out and touch the smooth pale skin of the elf. “Wouldn't dream of it,” he promised.
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