Yo Ho A Pirate's Life for Me | By : Jack4Turner Category: Pirates of the Caribbean (All) > Slash - Male/Male > Jack/Will Views: 12139 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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. |
Stepping out into the bright sunlight, Will felt all lingering effects from the hangover dissipate into thin air. Looking around the deck, he found several eyes upon him. Smiling to each crewmember that looked his way, he continued to allow his own eyes to roam around the deck, looking for Jack. They met their target at the helm of the ship. Several of the crewmembers followed his gaze. Most were either surprised or jealous at their destination. Whispered conversations sprang up all around the young pirate as he made his way to the stairs that would lead up to the deck on which Jack stood.
Jack stood lazily at the helm, gently stroking the smooth texture of the Pearl’s helm under his right hand, the left loosely hanging on. His eyes stood fixed on the horizon. At a distance it looked like the pirate Captain was doing every thing a pirate Captain should be doing…taking charge, steering the ship. Yet up close, Jack was whispering lightly to his Pearl as he gently petted her. His eyes were glazed over with lust as his mind envisioned a painted picture of young William Turner in his head. It was safe to say Captain Jack Sparrow was in love.
Will crept close, to within an arm’s distance of the pirate Captain. Yet Jack had yet to notice or acknowledge his presence. “Jack?” Will questioned, not really sure if he wanted to know whatever response he was about to get.
Immediately, the clouded gaze left Jack’s eyes, and his right hand shot out, grabbing Will by the shoulder and drawing the boy in close.
“Ahh Will me lad,” Jack said with his normal drawl as he wrapped his arm even tighter around Will’s slight form, trapping him between the Pearl’s wheel and his own strongy.
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“Jack!” Will seethed. It was one thing for said Captain to show weird affections in the safety of his cabin, but it was an entirely different matter for Jack to have him tangled in his embrace out on the deck, allowing any member of the crew to see him. Not to mention anyone ontherther ship that just happened to pass by! And it would be bad enough that the crew was probably already talking, since he had spent the night and most of the day in Jack’s cabin, alone with the Captain. Plus the fact that fairly the whole crew had seen him exit Jack’s cabin just moments before…but still that didn’t give Jack call to hold him in front of the whole crew!
“Shhh luv. Calm yourself. Me crew don’t mind. It’s not worth getting all hot about. Besides if ye be wantin’ to get hot…I can show ye a whole other way to go about it. But later. Right now the Pearl wants me to teach ye how to handle her,” Jack replied all the while nuzzling his nose into Will’s neck and hair. Will’s face grew hot, and probably turned a very unnatural shade of red at Jack’s words. Sighing inwardly, Will forced his muscles to relax under Jack’s touch. And under gentle pressure provided by Jack he found himself forced to lean back into Jack’s strong embrace. Whimpering in resistance, Will tried once more to get away. Finding it useless, he submitted and allowed Jack’s body and arms to help support his still somewhat ill feeling body.
Jack’s gold-plated grin widened as he felt the tenseness ease out of the form he held gently in his arms. Moving his right hand down off of Will’s upper body, he wrapped it securely around Will’s midsection and pulled the boy’s body in tighter against his own. “Alright there, luv?”
At Will’s nod, Jack continued. “Now take your hands and place them on the wheel.”
Will did as instructed, grasping the wheel in his shaking hands. “Now just hold her steady lad. The Pearl will do the rest. Just trust her, and she’ll trust you, savvy?” Jack said, hot breath ghosting over Will’s sensitive skin about his neck, causing the boy to shiver.
Once Jack was sure that Will had the Pearl securely under his command, he himself released the wheel and wrapped his left arm around Will as well. “You’re doing very well, luv. The Pearl trusts you.”
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Sometime later, Ana Maria approached the helm where Jack continued to hold Will as he steered the ship. Glancing at the boy in Jack’s arms, she noticed the lines of exhaustion that had begun to form around his normally bright eyes. She doubted that he would be able to stand up if Jack were to let him go. “Captain, dinner is being served. You and the boy should go down and get something to eat. Looks about ready to drop, he does.”
Jack smiled at the woman. She was one of the few people that he was willing to call a friend. He respected her in many ways. No one else really had enough courage to stand up to him and keep him in line. She did, and he respected that, even though more often or not, his face stung horribly after she had said her piece. Jack also knew that the woman had taken a liking to the boy that he held in his arms; almost a motherly liking, and for that he was also thankful. Jack knew deep down inside that Will would be taken care off even when he himself was not around to do so.
Yawning at Ana Maria’s words, Will let go of the wheel before slumping into Jack’s embrace. Around the other members of the crew, Will would have been embarrassed to do such a thing, but he suspected that Ana Maria already knew what he himself was to embarrassed to admit to: That Jack was someone special, and that he loved the crazy pirate.
Jack, feeling the change in his charge, moved out of the way, allowing Ana Maria room to get to the helm. Once she was settled and he knew that his Pearl was happy, he turned and practically dragged Will towards the hatch that would take them into the depths of the ship to the galley. The Pearl creaked in response as the two disappeared, as if to say her piece.
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Under normal circumstances, Jack would eat in the Captain’s quarters, but tonight was different. Tonight he had to make it known that the boy was his property, and that none of the rest he che crew could lay a hand on him. And what better place to do so than over a man’s meal.
Jack led Will to a table in the galley, before taking a seat and pulling the boy down into his lap. Will protested weakly, not wanting the crew to get the wrong idea about what he and Jack were, although, at the time he didn’t even know what that was. Jack however was having none of it, and continued to hold onto his prize as though his life depended on it. His grip turned rock hard, and no matter what Will tried, he couldn’t break free, causing him to finally give up.
The crew of the Pearl watched Jack and Will with mixed emotions. The old crewmembers that had been aboard the Pearl during the whole cursed treasure Barbossa thing smiled as they watched their Captain and the young blacksmith-turned-pirate. It was the new members that had been recruited before the Pearl came back to Port Royal to save Jack, that watched with a mixture of disgust and anger. Most saw Will as a pain; a child if you will: Something that needed to be looked after, having never actually seen what Will could do, nor knowing that Will could hold his own with a sword. All they saw was a boy that the famous Captain Jack Sparrow had decided to save and had since been coddling.
Then there was also the problem that the boy was gorgeous. His long wavy curls shaped and framed his face, giving it an almost womanlike appearance. And as pirates, that was something that couldn’t be ignored. They were more then likely to be on board this ship for months on end, and there were no woman on board (only Ana Maria, and she was a spit fire – she’d just as soon kill anyone of them than allow any of them to lay of hand on her), and bunks got mighty cold at night. The young boy would be perfect, yet none knew exactly what he was to the Captain.
Food was placed in front of Jack and Will. There was some kind of meat and some hardtack, along with a new bottle of rum. Jack who was grinning like the Cheshire cat, reached for the bottle of rum, taking a swig of it before handing it to Will, who refused it at first, but under a raised eyebrow took a small, tentative sip. Patting the boy’s cheek, Jack gently forced Will’s head down onto his shoulder. Will, of course, turned bright red at the action, and once again tried to get off of Jack’s lap. He was getting sick of being treated like a sick child…he was neither a child nor was he sick, and he was going to prove it. With one final shove, he found himself and Jack tumbling over backwards in a chair, and a bottle of rum flying through the air crashing to the ground and shattering into a million tiny pieces all over the floor boards, leaving a puddle of the precious liquid to drip through the cracks.
“What the blazes did you do that for WHELP?! You spilled me RUM!” Jack yelled at the top of his voice. There was one thing that Jack wouldn’t stand for no matter who was responsible, and that was wasting HIS RUM!
Struck dumb, Will didn’t know what to say. “Jack I’m sorry…I didn’t mean to send your rum flying.”
“That’s Captain to you, WHELP! And don’t ye go forgetting it.”
“Jack…”
“What did I just tell you WHELP? It’s CAPTAIN!”
“I’m sorry, Captain.” And with that, Will got up and quickly exited the galley, angrily wiping away the tears that had come to form in his eyes.
Jack sat in stunned silence. He was so stupid! He had just managed to hurt the one person that he truly cared for, and for what? A stupid bottle of Rum! Will had even been crying when he left: Jack had seen him wipe tears away from his eyes. Standing up off the floor, Jack glared at his crew. “Not a word, ye dogs…I’ll keel haul the first man to make a peep,” he angrily yelled before he stormed out of the galley and up on the deck in hopes of finding his angel.
Up on deck, Will had managed to find the darkest corner that he could, and wedged himself inside, practically disappearing from sight. Sitting in stunned silence, Will pulled his body into fetal position, and started to rock back and forth as much as his tiny space would allow. Why had Jack’s yelling hurt him so much? He felt as though his heart had just been ripped out of his body and fed to hungry sharks. When had he started to care so much about what Jack thought about him? His thoughts drifted to earlier that very afternoon, subconsciously, he licked his dry lips wishing that they would still taste of Pirate Captain, ing ing that they no longer did. Will was astonished to find that it felt like he had just been stuck in the stomach again. Laying is head down on his knees, Will closed his eyes and allowed his mind to drift back to inside the galley. He had been so mad at Jack when the man had pulled him into his lap. But now all he wanted was for Jack’s arms to be around him again, but the chances of that happening were now slim to none. Jack was furious with him.
After storming up on deck, Jack frantically looked around for the missing boy. Will was nowhere to be seen. Groaning, Jack headed for the helm. Ana Maria had probably seen where the boy had disappeared to. Rubbing his cheek as if to apologize ahead of time for what he knew was about to happen, he made his way up the stairs. “WENCH have you seen Will?” Jack barked trying to sound brave. He didn’t have to wait long for the inevitable, as Ana Maria’s right hand shot out and smacked him across the cheek.
“How many time do I have to tell ya not to call me WENCH?! And what did you DO?! The boy tore out of there so fast ye’d think his tail was on fire. Not that those huge drops of water fallen out of his eyes wouldn’t put out any flame. I’m not telling ye where he went, no sir! You screwed up big time Captain. You’ll be lucky if he ever speaks to you again.” Ana finished her speech with another slap to Jack’s already sore cheek.
“WOMAN, as your CAPTAIN I’m ordering you to TELL ME WHERE THE WHELP IS!”
Before Jack even had time to consider his mistake, another open palm was flying at his face; connecting and causing more pain than both the first two smacks.
Just as Jack was about to continue his rant at the lady pirate, the Pearl creaked, stopping Jack instantly in his tracks. Turning on his heels, Jack waved Ana Maria’s next comment off before walking away towards the source of creaking of his beloved Pearl. Rounding a corner Jack’s somewhat black heart melted at the sight that met his eyes. Will was curled up in fetal position, stuffed as far into a dark corner as humanly possible. The boy was shaking as tears took over his body. He looked as though he had just lost his best friend. Kicking himself, Jack realized that he had, or so the boy thought he had. In reality, Jack still deeply cared about him. Deciding that he needed to lee yoe young man know that this was still the case, Jack crept towards him. When he was within an inch, he sat down and pulled the sobbing boy into his arms.
Will thought he was imagining the strong arms that wrapped around his shaking form. Oh, how he longed for Jack’s arms to be around him!
“Shhh Luv. You don’t have to call me Captain. Jack will do just fine for you,” Jack whispered into Will’s hair, as the boy continued to cry. Kissing Will’s forehead tenderly, Jack whispered a thanks to the Pearl into the night air for leading him to his Will. Gently rocking Will back and forth, Jack continued to whisper soothing words of utter nonsense into the boy’s ear. His thoughts drifted to only hours before, when he had last done such of thing. God, how he wished that he could yell out a warning to his earlier self and tell him not to do anything stupid.
Sometime during Jack’s strange thoughts Will’s crying had stopped, realizing that the strong arms that held him were in fact really there, and weren’t just a figment of his imagination. “Jack?” he questioned, not really sure what was going on, but fearing that his heart would rip out of his chest if Jack were to raise his voice at him.
Looking down at the tear stained cheeks of his angel, Jack kissed Will’s forehead again. “I’m sorry luv. Didn’t mean to yell at ye. Can you forgive me?”
Finding no words coming to mind, Will tentatively sat up in Jack’s arms. Leaning in, he placed a small, fearful kiss on Jacks lips, as if unsure if it would be okay or not.
Smiling into the kiss, Jack wrapped his arms tighter around the boy and drew him in closer, deepening the kiss. Under gentle pressure, lips parted allowing tongues to take battle, each looking for dominance in the others mouth. Finally, out of need for air, the two broke apart. Taking Will’s face between his hands, Jack kissed away the remains of Will’s tears.
Standing Jack pulled Will to his feet. “Come on luv. Got some things I be needing to show you in me cabin, savvy?”
“Alright Captain…but no more RUM!”
“But luv, I’m Captain Jack Sparrow,” Jack answered as if that should explain every thing.
“Jack I’m not going anywhere with you until you tell me that I’m more important than your RUM!”
Giving off an evil scowl, Jack began waving frantically about the air with his arms like a tyrant. Shaking his head, Will leaned forward and captured the angry pirate Captain’s mouth in a gentle kiss, silencing him without further protest.
“We have an accord, young Turner.”
“That’s all I ask, Captain.”
Together, the pair made their way to Jack’s cabin, hand in hand.
A/N: I know I promised you a new chapter a while ago. But hey I finally delivered…not my best work…my muse sailed away with Captain Jack Sparrow…and well I haven’t been able to find it. So it took me a while to get this chapter out to you all. Hope that you like it at least a little. Well if you hate it…please don’t be afraid to show…I would like to hear what you have to say either way so REVIEW!!!! Chapter 4 is WIP almost done…the more reviews I get the sooner it will come to a computer near you…
Remember don’t flame me…I want constructive criticism or happy thoughts.
A/N2: Sorry about whimpy Will.
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