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Legends of the Treasure Child: Sparrow's Nest	By : Sparrowbirdie Category: Pirates of the Caribbean (All) > Slash - Male/Male Views: 5265 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Next morning, The Crimson Lotus sailed up next to The White Swann. It was an unusual sight for the crew of The Swann, but they steeled themselves nevertheless, and gazed upwards at the crimson sails sparkling in the sunlight. There were only four present crew members on The Crimson. Two of them looked like they'd halfway been picked clean by scavenging birds. The other two looked fairly human. But when looking closely, one could see the ugly scabs and black lumps on their skin signifying that they were rotting away. It didn't seem like they knew each other nor cared. They stood, staring lethargically at the crew in the other ship, grim expressions on their face, like they wanted all of the living to be like them. Dead.

A chill went through the crew of The White Swann. Her gleaming white hulls combated the unnatural dense dark wood of The Crimson Lotus. It seemed to be seeping in every fragment of light around it. The crew couldn't help but to grip whatever they were holding, tighter in their fists. It was as if the very warmth of the sun had obliterated. The sea gulls had stopped squabbling. There were no noises, save the rowdy children with wings who quarrelled over a toy. Jack Sparrow strode out from the captain's cabin, weighed down by a large bag filled with all the necessities. He separated the boys and attempted to talk reason with them, just as John also appeared from the cabin door. The crew of The Crimson Lotus began to murmur. Unconsciously, the crew of The White Swann held their breaths and took a step backwards. John frowned when he looked to the helm of The Crimson. There was no first mate steering his vessel. Where was Scarborough?

“Wait here, father. Something is wrong.”

Before Jack could reply, he watched John make his way across the railings, striding fast towards the captain's cabin. As he opened the door, Jack could hear a deafening scream all the way over to the deck of The Swann. The crew tensed at the shriek, sensing that there was something afoul happening over on the hellish ship. Then they heard John's dark laughter. It was cut short as he entered and shut the cabin doors behind him.

Jack stood quietly, expectantly gazing towards the cabin over on the other ship. He held the harnesses with the boys in each hand, expecting the worst. He was ready to dive in through the door to the captain's cabin, dragging the boys with him, seeking shelter. But nothing happened. Instead, John re-emerged with a wicked grin on his face.

John had not been prepared for the sight which met him upon opening the cabin door. He was quite taken aback. In his bed, which was in an alcove in the wall to his far left, lay Jamie – his first mate – with that boy. That boy being Elijah Devon, the servant from the Countess' home. Jamie had been well on his way, slamming away at Elijah's backside, savouring his position between Elijah's feet. The boy was on his back, willingly allowing Jamie inside, devouring his kisses and roaming each other's bodies with their hands. They appeared to be making intense love to one another. Their reaction reminded John of two schoolboys who had been caught in the act whilst planning some prank they knew they'd get in trouble for. It amused John immensely to see them crumble in front of him, the rank smell of fear of retaliation emanating from their bodies. It was the sweetest smell there was, when it was mixed with the unmistakable scent of sex. Clumsily and completely shocked, the boys took the comforter and covered up their naked bodies. Jamie was crushed, not knowing how to face his master. Elijah was – on the other hand – meeting John's gaze with wide open eyes. He did nothing to mask his terror, and John could read the question in his eyes. What now?

John smiled wickedly at them, stroking his goatee. He commenced to turn on his heel and walk out without as much as a word. Out on deck, he made a point of shutting the cabin doors as carefully as he possibly could. That would leave them wondering. Hah! There was no wiping off the sleek grin on his face as he told his father that everything was all right, and that they could now board the Crimson Lotus. The sight of the twins made the sombre crew of the Crimson back away. They were rowdy. Alive. Merry. They were children, and they eyed the crew with the innocence of a half demon, knowing exactly what they were. John motioned for the Captain's cabin. The children were eager to go inside and to explore new surroundings. Little did they expect to find two youths busily getting dressed, looking all sweaty and lost. When Jack and finally John entered, they stopped in mid-air, looking ridiculous with their trousers still on their knees and their shirts unbuttoned.

“Oh, looks like we might have interrupted something” Jack grinned weakly towards John, comprehending why his son had been laughing so outrageously. “Don't tell me we're to share quarters with them?”

“I see your point. No, these two … love birds will move out. I'll make room for them below.”

“Below?!” Jamie awoke from his musings and looked up at his captain, stunned by his statement, “please, good Captain, you mustn't! Elijah wouldn't last the night down there!”

“You'll protect him, won't you?”

“I was – I was only showing him how – much better it can be. He likes boys. Not girls. He is hard working. And respectful. And handsome. And – and – !”

“ – if you ask the Crimson nicely, maybe she'll make a room for you worthy of a king” John said, folding his arms above his chest. Jamie hesitated, knowing what John was talking about. In the world of the living one often spoke of the souls of ships, and how they were usually female. The Crimson Lotus was no exception. Except that she was really alive. For a long time, it had been only her and Jamie along with their hideous crew. When John had been away, she had watched him laying in bed countless times, naked, writhing and soaked in sweat, stroking himself and making love to phantom lovers. They had become sort of a pair, her and him. Would she accept Elijah? Or would she swallow him whole? She did that, sometimes, to newly arrived 'crewmembers'. Leaning against a wall could be dangerous aboard this ship. For the very walls would come alive and devour an entire person. The crew of the damned feared her and loathed her, as they all quickly came to understand that they were forced to work inside a predator's maw. Once dressed, Jamie leaned against the wall and rested his head against it.

“Please” he whispered, “I think I'm in love. And you must admit that watching the pair of us is a lot more fun than watching just me, right?” Jamie told her with smooth, reasoning voice. There was no immediate answer, and he was left with the feeling that she was thinking about it. As they made their way out of the safehouse which was the cabin, John put on a smile and smacked Elijah on his buttocks as the boy passed. “Dinner's at six. !” Elijah didn't bestow one look at the tall half-demon. The rape was still fresh in mind, and he shuddered as he passed John, who scrutinized him from head to toe as he walked past, sniffing openly in the air. The twins instantly mimicked him. “Now, Mister Scarborough, take the rudder. Set your course for the second plane of Hell, please” John ordered softly, “and see if you can't keep your hands on the wheel where they belong”.

The journey to Hell is an individual experience. A cold-blooded psychopath would see nothing but the endless void over his head and below his feet as he fell screaming downwards. Simply because he lacked conscience. The void would be broken by an occasional cloud or a misty area. A part from that, there was no beginning and no end. A man condemned to Hell for murder and rape, would be reliving his worst nightmares, falling and floating downwards until he was captured by a roaming demon out for a snack. The longer one fell, the deeper one went. All the way down to the eight plane of Hell, which was Lucifer's territory.

The second plane of Hell was therefore a short trip. Jack stayed in doors with the children, watching them play while he contemplated his life. Inside, Will's child kicked and somersaulted, playing around just as eagerly as those on the outside. The children stretched their wings and flapped with them, making up a game with some of John's many gems which lay strewn around in the cabin. The game was to place as many as possible on the top shelf above the writing desk by the door leading out to the main deck. To get there, they had to leap up and flap their wings. With the ship constantly rocking and throwing, they thought it extremely amusing to attempt such a feat. Jack looked at his children, whom he had baptised Jacob and Israel, much to Saieros' great resentment. They featured much of the same traits as the other Sparrow demons: The dark, nearly auburn hair, the chocolate coloured puppy eyes. They had Saieros' high, elegantly chiselled cheekbones along with waists and backs which bore great resemblance to Saieros. Mini-editions so to speak, but Jack could not help but to love them. He had carried them inside his belly for nine months, then given birth on the Black Pearl, baptised them and given them all of him. Still, looking at them every single day, Jack was reminded of his cruel master. It had taken John some real effort to talk sense into his brother. Saieros was, in his demon shape, two metres tall and then some, with a huge erection measuring close to forty centimetres. Skull white skin, black eyes and huge, black wings growing out from between his shoulder blades. Saieros was fit as a bull, not a shred of unnecessary fat on his thighs. Impressive to be watched, and handsome beyond measure. Traits he had inherited from his Trojan father. He could have been a demon lover, only his striking appearance was in sharp contrast to his horrible, dark persona. Saieros hadn't always been like this, John had once told Jack. Once, Saieros and his brother Sakias, had given up their childhood for their father, sensing that the Seventh Plane of Hell was on the verge of collapsing. They had evolved into demons all too fast, but it had been the only way to save their human father whom they loved above anything else. Saieros was still stuck in that moment, John would sometimes remind Jack. It had been an extremely traumatic experience for them all. Saieros was trying very hard to forget that he was ever human. And furious with the fact that he had been forced into breeding with a human – a lowlife nonetheless – made him furious. Jack's human qualities made him sick, reminding him of what he could have had. These were the facts which John had reminded Saieros bluntly about. It had stayed the elder brother somewhat. He was being less violent, but just as cold, treating Jack with a minimum of empathy. Whatever. It didn't matter. Jack was still rigid with fear, laying limp like a road kill whilst the giant filled him, pounding away and ignoring Jack's whimpers.

Aye, Saieros was angry. He was more than annoyed with the fact that Fate had declared it so that he was to breed with a lowlife, a common human like Captain Jack Sparrow. A pirate and a murderer! He, Saieros, who descended from kings and princes! To have his bloodline defiles such, was a great offense. But at least, one consolation was, that the pirate was fertile, already giving him offspring beyond his imagination. He had made sure that Jack had understood this to the fullest. It was either to live like a breeding animal, or there was Hell.

These thoughts wandered through Jack's brains as The Crimson Lotus made its way downwards. She was used to dealing with rough weather, and with John at the helm it was even funnier. Demons had a predilection for bad weather, and neither John or the children thought about it twice as they hopped and danced through the fog which, for some reason, transformed into a hellish sea. A huge tremor rippled through the hulls, and Jack was suddenly thrown forward. He heard and felt the impact of the boat hitting 'solid' water, and he instantly knew that they had landed. The children were excited to have arrived, but Jack told them sternly to have a meal before they did anything else.

“Have you thought about how we are going to retrieve the stone, once we find it?” John wanted to know. He was sipping at a cup of tea, stacking wooden cubes with the twins. The meal was over, and he watched Jack make the final preparations for their journey into yet another unknown territory.

“Good question” Jack replied, glancing over to Jamie and Elijah. “I have already made a plan, savvy? And it involves the help from our pair of love birdies over here.”

“And if we don't comply?!” it burst out of Elijah. He had been sitting, eating his meal in silence the entire time, at a good distance from John. A day and a night had hardly passed since he had been shanghaied onboard the Crimson Lotus, stared living horrors in the eye and been raped by a half demon with golden eyes and then found love. John's apparent demon traits combined with his expressed affection for Jamie and that man, Captain Sparrow, perplexed Elijah. Is he bad? Is he good? What is he?

Jamie had been able to account for some of the behaviour. John Sparrow was a half demon. Jack Sparrow, whom Elijah had heard tall tales of at the harbour taverns, was his father, born through him for a price. Supposedly immortality. But Jamie had been more interested in knowing more about Elijah and who he was. They had left the subjects of the Sparrows and perused more interesting topics, such as their feelings towards one another. Now, their new found relationship might just come to a sudden stop if the Sparrows got their way.

“Let me put it this way: We are already in Hell. And the living usually don't stay alive very long when they are in Hell, unless they have proper protection. Now, if I am to go after the stone myself, I will most likely perish. And when that happens, you will be without protection” John answered almost arrogantly.

“He's right, you know” Jack added, turning his head to cast a glance at Elijah. “John's the only reason why this ship isn't swarmed by demons already.”

Moments later, they entered the deck. The children were secure in their harnesses, testing the ropes to see if there was a possible way to escape. The scenery was anything but uplifting. The waters were a sluggish mixture of dirty blue and grey. The skies were clouded over by a carpet of heavy dark grey which seemed to threaten with rain at any moment. The land seemed desolate and barren, and in the hillside, there seemed to be something resembling cave dwellings.

“What a cheery place” Jack mused. They put the dinghy on the water and got in, leaving the Crimson Lotus behind them. The silence was shattering. Not one twitter from a bird. No sign of life anywhere except for Jack and his company. It was as if the plane itself was holding its breath. Coming ashore, Jack immediately saw it: The shore was littered with bones. White gleaming bones against the dark and rough sandy beach. Unawares, he stepped on one as he set foot on the sand once John had dragged the boat ashore. Jack picked it up. There was something attached to it. A bracelet? Unfastening it, Jack remained perplexed, studying it intently. He began to look around, ignoring the thousand questions from his children about where to go and if they could have a bath. The other bones on the shore looked just the same. Picked clean, but there were bits of jewellery everywhere. Whoever murdered them, wasn't after the gold. How peculiar.

The entire beach was littered with bones, and in the distance they resembled white stones drizzled out on a dark carpet. Elijah and Jamie held hands. They were quiet, and Elijah was clearly shaken by what he'd seen. One could see the question in his eyes: If the journey began with a beach littered with bones, then what expected them further inland?

“Let's set our course for the caves. We need someone to show us the way.”

“You need a guide?” Jack teased, “I thought you were all-knowing. You know, like God.”

“Who? Never heard of him” John teased back with a smile, earning himself a deep frown from Elijah.

“Is it true? What they say?” Jack went on, paying no attention to the boys, “that fraternizing with demons will cast your soul into damnation?” Jack spoke with a mock posh aristocratic style, flailing out with his arms. The comment struck Elijah right in the gut. He'd been asking Jamie that question just hours ago.

“Fraternizing? No. Going on vacation to Hell, maybe. But going to Hell on a treasure hunt just on personal gain, I'd say that qualifies as a genuine 'aye'.”

“My son, ye speak as a true Sparrow!” Jack laughed.

“Why thank you” John replied merrily.

Jamie and Elijah trudged after them, shaking their heads. John's deep and 'rhetorical' reply had lost him long ago, and he failed to see how this place could possibly bring out any humour. But to the father and mystical son, it apparently did. There wasn't a plant or a living thing in sight for miles. It was apparently a wasteland which stretched on forever. Bleak, barren and boiling. Sweat poured from their foreheads pretty fast after their start off the sombre beach. Closing in on the hillside, Jack began to look for clues that there were any living creatures inhabiting the caves, for there were a multitude of dark, square recesses which seemed man-made. He kept feeding the babies water as often as possible, watching them soar in the sky some thirty metres above his head. That was as far as he dared to let the line between them get. The hillside seemed desolate. They soon discovered a set of stairs which were carved out of the crispy rock, a limestone of sorts.

“Why do I get the feeling” Jack told John, “that there ought to have been an entire village here, and usually we would have been crowded by a group of nosy children by now, picking our pockets?”

“I agree. I don't think, however, that we should announce our arrival.”

“Surely, you see something?” Jack asked, referring to John's ability to see the dead. They all paused to have a sip of much needed fresh water. Jamie and Elijah glued their eyes to John, as it was obvious that he was holding back. He took a sip of water and gazed at the horizon, the sails of the Crimson in the distance, blazing red against the grimy clouds.

“On the beach” John finally said, sighing, “I saw … many, many people. Elves. Hundreds. They are a people held in captivity here, by the native demons. And their magic is useless here. They have no power. They were … herded down to the beach, and those who didn't drown were eaten alive. Their limbs torn from their bodies …! The mothers drowning their children so they wouldn't have to see them being eaten …!”

John swallowed. He blinked, fighting tears. The emotions he had been holding back on the beach returned. He had been busy scanning the beach for predators, suppressing the incoming impressions of the dying, focusing on the task ahead.

Elijah thought he saw a new side of the demon which only complicated the picture he had made so far. Something far deeper ran across those traits which reflected in Jack's face. Was it compassion? Empathy? Distress? Was he really human?

“And here?” Jack wanted to know.

“Here? I see elves dragged out of their caves, devoured and preyed upon. If there are anyone still here, they will be deep within the caves. But I can't sense them. Not a single one.”

“And the demons?”

“They must know we are here. With the noise the that Jacob and Israel are making, they're bound to know we're coming.”

The small search party continued upwards. Soon, the by now familiar specks of white began to appear again throughout the rocky landscape. Elf bones. Everywhere. Picked clean, looking like they had been lying around for decades.

“What do they look like, the demons?” Jack wanted to know. He kept gazing about, increasingly nervous about this so far unseen threat which had killed off whole tribes, it seemed.

“Big. Black. Ravenous. Lots of sharp fangs. You'll love 'em!”

“And somehow I doubt that!” Jack replied, attempting to reign in the twins. Opposing, they let out two high-pitched complaining wails which made Jack give up instantly, shrinking inside as the noise echoed across the hillside.

“Hush! The pair of you!!” Jack scolded them with a pointed finger in the air. In response, they pouted their lips and mimicked his stern face, going: “Dadda angry!” They pointed at him the way he just had, and it amused him to be made to feel as if he was being corrected by two two-year-olds. “Hush!” he said again, putting one index finger to his lips as to indicate that they needed to pipe down. They immediately did the same, looking like they were on the verge of collapsing with laughter. Jack shook his head and turned on his heel, dragging them along. He didn't see them shake their heads behind his back.

On a closer look, the caves were natural cavities into the huge hillside. By then, stepping on some bone was nigh impossible. It stretched on, inwards into the cave openings, covering the floors of the tunnels. Like a skeletal blanket.

“Hundreds of thousands of bones!” Elijah shuddered. He wiped sweat of his forehead and swallowed. “My God, how is it possible?! Why did they die?!”

“Little is known about the second plane of Hell” John replied silently, “other than that the Demon King of the Second Plane of Hell has two demon sons. Hunger and Avarice.”

“This must be the work of Hunger, then” Jack added thoughtfully.

“And had I been Avarice, then I would have taken the most important elves as my prisoners. And kept them. All too myself. Just mine …!” John mused, gazing about as they made their way inwards the maze of tunnels. It appeared to be an elaborate stretch of corridors which one could travel across, and they zigg-zagged back and forth. There was no knowing where one was going. For a moment Jack began to believe that they'd seen the end of all of the bones, but no, even in here there were stray skeletons. But they were not picked clean. They looked as if when alive, they had succumbed by other means. Starvation. Sickness. Murder. Jack turned to John, wondering about the skeleton they'd just passed. And John confirmed it. The man had starved to death, to the last so frightened he had not dared to move an inch.

Jack could only imagine the tens of thousands of fates which rested in this place. It was a strong reminder of what awaited the day he fell out of favour with Saieros. The demon warlord took every opportunity to remind Jack of that fact: It was either eternity in slavery, or eternal terror in Hell. In other words, Jack mused as he crawled forward, sneezing from the feathers of his children's wings which were constantly in his face, it was a question of eternal semi-happiness considering he got to have his Black Pearl, or – no happiness at all. Not much of a choice.

They searched for hours, finding absolutely nothing but bones. There wasn't a sound to be heard, and save the noise they made themselves, Jack and his company remained alone and unhindered. In the half dark of the tunnels one could but wonder. It was easy to imagine the last hours of the many elves which had been hiding here. Starving, alone and fear-stricken, with no hope of surviving. Jack wondered what they had looked like. A whole village seemed to have perished.

John eventually gave up and ordered them all to make their way out into the daylight. Upon arriving on the outside, they discovered that daylight had faded. The children were grumpy, and to Jack it was a sign that it was time to return. The first signs of trouble didn't show until they returned to the beach. John remained silent, gazing at the Crimson Lotus with a deep frown on his forehead.

“Where's the dinghy?” Jamie wanted to know. The two young men kept walking in circles, not understanding where the small boat had gone. This was the spot, right? Jack joined his son, and together they stared towards the red-sailed ship. He was trying hard to see whatever it was that John was seeing.

“There has been a fight on board the Crimson. The crew is gone.”

Jamie and Elijah stopped dead in their tracks, before they straightened and gazed at the ship some two hundred metres away from the shore.

“There's a stow-away on my ship, the crew is gone, and for some reason She chose to defend him.” John was talking slowly and contemplatively. It puzzled him that he had not seen this earlier on their search, though he suspected that the magnitude of impulses by the dead had interfered.

“How do we get there?” Jack replied, feeling somewhat excited about having yet another mystery to unravel. A mysterious passenger. One, which the Crimson Lotus had allowed on board willingly. The world was yet full of wonders.

John reached out with his arm, directed his hand towards the ship with the crimson sails and compelled the dinghy to come to him. It worked, and the small boat sped across the water, settled before his legs in a matter of moments. He glanced at Elijah, who was crouching behind Jamie, obviously in awe of what he had seen. It wasn't every day one got to see a devil of such proportions, elegant, clad in black with knee-high boots and looking overall sexy, perform witchcraft. Witchcraft – that infamous and forbidden work of supernatural things which he had only heard stories of. Elijah still felt very much like as if he was in some dream. And the creepiest thing in this weird dream was John's eyes, and the way they pierced Elijah's soul, undressing his body. The unyielding, scrutinizing stare which brought forward all the memories in Elijah's life which made him shameful. Elijah took Jamie's wrist and held him tight as they climbed on board the dinghy, sensing John's eyes on them the entire time.

The Crimson Lotus was happy to be reunited with her master once more. She welcomed Jack and the children, 'appreciated' the company of Jamie and his friend and that was that. The first mate was still not quite forgiven, and the blonde young man knew he would have to give her a run for her money soon. Jack ordered the boys into the captain's cabin, where they would stay and watch the children. Together with John, he made his way down stairs into the bowel of the Crimson, looking for a stow-away. He readied his cutlass and took a deep breath, feeling some strange anticipation. John conjured balls of light which illuminated the storage room, and straight away they saw the intruder, hiding behind three barrels.
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Legends of the Treasure Child: Sparrow's Nest