To Ride the Waves | By : whitewitchdark Category: Pirates of the Caribbean (All) > General Views: 4232 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Disclaimers:
I’m
getting nothing but pleasure from writing this.
I don’t own them and never did. I
promise to return them in the same condition I took them in.
Rating:
NC-17
Pairing: J/W. I
didn’t plan on this at the start. It was
mean to be a het fic, but I got distracted.
Other Stuff:
I’m
introducing another character here, kinda.
If I write a sequel, it will focus on her and her reaction to
Will… and
other stuff.
Recap:
Will and Elizabeth are over. Elizabeth
accused (we think) Will of attacking her.
Norrington arrested both him and Jack.
Elizabeth,
(apparently) in
some kind of trance, released them. They
have now left Port Royal. Elizabeth
is unconscious on the floor of the prison.
*…* are thoughts
“…” is speech.
And now on with the show…
Port Royal
Norrington knew something was wrong the moment he
arrived at
the prison a little more then a half hour before dawn.
The blood stained guards was the first
clue. The open door was the second. The storm of the previous night had abated
some hours before and the sun has risen with a determination to remove
all
traces of its passing. The ground was
nearly dry, making the dried blood look almost fresh against the two
men’s
uniforms. There was not a cloud to be
seen. It had looked like a beautiful
day. It stopped being one the moment he
had seen the first guard.
With a growing feeling of dread, Norrington bent
down and
checked to see if the man was alive. He
wasn’t surprised to discover this was not the case.
At least last time Sparrow had escaped, he
hadnilleilled anyone. A quick look over
the corpse told the trained solider that the guard had been taken by
surprise,
most likely from behind. *So he had
help. I wonder who it was this time.*
the commodore mused as he returned to his feet after closing the dead
guard’s
eyes and then repeated the procedure with the second.
This one had managed to fight and if the look
on his face was anything to go by, he had been very surprised by his
opponent. Standing up, Norrington looked
around.
He caught the attention of the patrol on the
battlements and
with in seconds was surrounded by ten men in red uniforms.
Half of them he sent to look around the
docks, even though he knew the chances of finding either sparrow or
Turner were
almost nought. Then, stealing him for
what he knew he would find inside, he went through the door. Inside the stone walls, the prison was a
dreary place, smelling of damp straw and fear and human waste. He took in the open cells and the bundle of
cloth on the floor. A frown crossed the
otherwise emotionless face and then recognition dawned.
“Get a doctor!” he yelled as he rushed
forward to the side of the unconscious Elizabeth Swann.
The Black Pearl
The small boat pulled up beside the huge, brooding
form of
the most feared ship in the Caribbean and Will
watched
as Cotton tossed a rope down to them. The
storm still raged above them, lightening flashing and thunder rolling. With the agility of a monkey, Jack made his
way up the swinging rope and clambered over the rail onto the deck of
his
beloved ship. He turned around to watch
the younger man as he followed more slowly.
Once he was sure his partner in crime was safe on board, Jack
turned to
his crew and began bellowing orders as he made his way to the wheel. Without really thinking about it, Will
followed him. AnaMaria watched with an
almost betrayed expression on her face.
Then she followed suit and began to yell orders to the other
members of
the crew as they rushed around the decks of the storm tossed ship. Within minutes, the great ship was on its
way, heading out into a night as black as it’s sails.
It was almost dawn when the storm blew itself out
and Jack
turned the wheel over to Gibbs after calling Will and AnaMaria to his
quarters. He knew what he was going to
do. He wanted Will as first mate. He only hoped that AnaMaria would accept his
decision. Will looked around as they
waited for the lady pirate to finish on deck and join them. Jack had decided to pass the time in the
company of a bottle of rum. There was a
large bed in one of the corners with a dresser beside it.
Two chests bracketed another dresser facing
the bed. A large table took up an entire
quarter of the room by itself and from where he stood beside Jack, Will
could
just about make out maps and charts spread across it.
He shifted from foot to foot nervously.
This close to Jack and in the pirate captain’s
cabin, it was
taking all of Will’s not inconsiderable will power to prevent himself
from
doing something rash. If he were honest
with himself and he was a basically honest man, he wasn’t sure which
was the
‘something stupid’, standing still or doing what he wanted to do. Seriously, he reasoned, standing still was
probably the more stupid of the two actions.
He turned to face Jack, noticing for the first time that the man
himself
was watching his silent internal argument with an unreasonable amount
of
amusement, “Jack…” The door crashed
open. Jack turned. Will
jumped.
The moment was lost. For a
moment, Will wondered where the idea had come from.
He had never been attracted to Jack
before. Then he forgot about it as he
watched AnaMaria take in the scene.
AnaMaria took in the scene before her. Jack was lounging on a chair, bottle of rum
in hand. Will was standing slightly to
one side and behind the captain, one step away from putting himself
between
Jack and the door. A smile tugged the
woman’s lips. Will would make a fine
first mate once he knew the ropes. Even
if it meant she had to leave, she could do so safe in the knowledge
that The
Black Pearl was under the two people best capable of taking care of her. “Captain?” was all she said.
“AnaMaria, I think you know what I’m going to say.” She nodded and pulled one of the chairs out
from the table. “Aye, Captain Sparrow, I
do and I agree.” She replied as she sat down.
Will, she noticed looked confused.
“You do?”
“Yes, Will will make you a good first mate, Jack. A better one then either Gibbs or I
could. The only real question, Captain,
is what happens to me now. Are you going
to put me ashore in Tortuga?”
Jack was shocked. He had expected
AnaMaria to hit him, yell at
him, and maybe even try to kill him. He
had not expected her to try to simply accept it. “I
don’t want you to leave, AnaMaria. I value
you on my crew. Besides, Will needs to
learn from you
first. He doesn’t know the work yet.” AnaMaria nodded and sighed, “You may value
me, Jack, but what of the rest of the crew.
They will see me as a woman.” A not
very nice smile appeared on Jack’s face,
“I think I’ll take a page out of my sister’s book.” Jack stood up and handed the bottle to Will,
and
then he turned back to AnaMaria. “Let
the crew know that if anyone rapes another member of the crew they will
be
keelhauled without the lead[1]
and then cut loose among the first lot of sharks I can find.” AnaMaria looked first at Jack and then at
Will. The young man obviously didn’t
know what was going on. She hoped Jack
would tell him. Then a frown crossed her
beautiful features at the meaning of his words sank in, “Cassandra Lark
is your
sister?”
“Captain Cassandra Lark, love and aye, she is,
although she
won’t admit it unless drunk.” He winked
at her. With a laugh, AnaMaria went up
on deck, shaking her head at the latest piece of information she had
found
about her captain. Next time she seen the
Moon, she’d have to ask Cassie about her… older or younger?… brother.
“Now, lad. What were
you going to say before we were do ry iny interrupted?
“Nothing.” Jack shook
his head, unwilling to let it go and Will sighed. His
mind felt numb and once again he felt the
inexplicable urge to kiss his new captain.
“I…”
“Yes?” Instead of
answering, Will leaned forward and caught Jack’s lips with his own. The kiss was a little bit rushed and a little
bit panicked and ended before Jack had time to react.
Jack tried to clear the fog that had just
descended onto his brain. “I was going to
ask which one was the stupid action, kissing you or not kissing you?”
“Not kissing me, definitely not kissing me.” Will nodded wisely and then leaned forward
again, catching Jack’s lips again and this time, sliding his tongue
into the
other man’s mouth. Jack moaned and slid
his arms around the younger man. He slid
one arm down and pulled Will’s shirt out of his breeches and then
jerked away
quickly, pulling the stained white shirt over Will’s head before the
smith
could do more then take a startled breath.
Then his lips were back, harder and more demanding then the
kisses before
it. It was Will’s turn to moan. Jack smiled into the other man’s mouth and
his hands began to run over the expanse of revealed skin, tracing hard
muscles
and the soft valleys between them.
Will had no idea when or how it had happened, but
suddenly
he was naked and on top of a naked Jack Sparrow as they lay on the bed. Will was sure something was wrong, but he
could quite work out what and when Jack’s hand found his straining
erection it
stopped bothering him. With a moan, Will
arched into the flesh covering him and then leaned down to capture
Jack’s lips
with his own. “Do you have oil?” he
gasped out as Jack began to stroke him.
“Aye, lad. You’ve done this
before?” Will groaned and thrust harder
before nodding, “I’m not quite as innocent as you seem to believe me to
be. Where is it?”
Jack scrambled out from underneath him, letting
Will’s
straining member go and opened a wooden box on the nearest dresser. He pulled a small bottle of oil out and held
it out to Will. “Who’s on top?” Will grinned and popped the cork from the
bottle. Then he assaulted Jack’s mouth
again, , sliding his free hand down the man’s body as he did so, till
he was
grasping Jack’s cock in his hand.
Slowly, oh so slowly Will stroked the throbbing flesh and felt
it harden
further. Jack thrust his hips off of the
bed and moaned, gasping for breath as Will replaced his hand with his
hot, wet
mouth. Gently, he ran his teeth over the
sensitive head, dragging them up harder and Jack responded by grabbing
the
bedcovers and holding on tight. Will
wrapped his tongue around the hard organ and Jack was dimly aware of a
clink as
a glass something met a wood something.
His mind began to try to fight its way out of the
fog of
arousal when he felt Will’s mouth leave him.
An alarm went off in the back of his head. He
was about to either bugger or be buggered
by his best friends son! The very person
he had promised Bill that he wouldn’t touch.
Hands replaced mouth again, this time slicked with oil and
glided over
slicked flesh and then Will was leaning over him, positioning him at
the
entrance to his body and with a mischievous grin said, “Captain’s
should always
in charge.” The he lowered himself onto
Jack’s throbbing member, before the older man could say anything. *Oh God!* Jack thought, this feels so
good. I’m sorry Bill, I’m sorry*, then
even these thoughts were lost as the younger man rode, him, sliding up
and down
and clenching just the right muscles at just the right time.
Jack was panting, his breath coming in short sharp
gasps. His hands had found their way to
Will’s
swollen cock and were quickly running up and down his length of their
own
accord. His other hand had a death grip
on the sheets. He could feel something
building inside of him and he could feel Will’s body trembling above
him, the
muscles inside him, clenching sporadically as he approached his own
orgasm and
then white lights exploded in his eyes and he filled the man above him,
thrusting harder and faster as Will’s muscles milked him.
He felt a wash of heat over his hands and
belly and he knew his lover had joined him in bliss.
Days, hours, minutes, seconds later, Will rolled
off of his
captain and curled up beside him. Jack
pulled him close as they both considered their actions.
“What…”
Will trailed off. Now that the
initial lust was sated, his earlier line of thought had returned. He had never been attracted to Jack and until
they had entered this cabin, the idea of sleeping with him had never
occurred
to him. Jack shrugged and held Will
tighter to him. He was as confused as
the boy. Since finding out who Will was,
he had purposely avoided any thoughts of a carnal nature about him,
determined
to keep his promise to the boy’s father.
No he had broken his promise and was reasonably sure it wasn’t
his
fault. Something inside him was yelling
that this wasn’t his fault, though whose fault it was, he wasn’t sure.
Port Royal.
“You’re daughter is in a coma, Governor. I can’t find any reason for it.
She hasn’t been assaulted and she hasn’t been
injured. It appears that her mind has
simply retreated from this world.” The
small man dried his hands on the toprovprovided as he watched Governor
Swan
ago before his eyes. Thn han had always
doted on his daughter and for something like this to happen… The news was all over the town of
course. Elizabeth Swann had aided in the
escape of both Jack Sparrow and William Turner.
She had also killed two guards and was now lying as though dead
at her
home. Commodore Norrington had said
little about his thoughts as yet. The
doctor presumed that he would pursue Sparrow and Turner, but one would
have to
wait and see. All he could do was wait
to see if his patient awoke.
&nb/o:p/o:p>
Somewhere else entirely
“Well?” dark haired woman asked as she watched her
brother
swirl the water around.
“Well what?” he asked.
“Has it worked? Are
they together?” The man turned to her
and smiled slightly,
“Sister, I know what I am doing.
The two men had joined in body, their souls
will follow. As for the girl, she is of
no further use unless the men try to resist.”
A frown crossed the woman’s face for a second and then she made
a
suggestion, “It may be better to wake her up, brother.
Human’s don’t last long without their minds.”
“You could be right.
Not yet though, I want to be sure we do not need her before we
let her
go.” The woman nodded and watched idly
as two giant cats wandered into the room.
Cihuacaotyl
looked over
again as her brother hissed into the water.
She could only guess what he was doing.
Her guess ran to making sure that
Quetzalcoatl
didn’t notice what they were up too. No,
it wouldn’t do at all for him to find out.
She watched as a smile tugged at his lips and wondered what he
had seen
on the pool. “Then everything is going
to plan, Huitzilopochtli?” He frowned at
her use of his name, and then nodded.
“Yes, everything is
going to plan.” They both smiled.
Jack and Will were free and back on the Pearl. that was what they
had wd and and that was what they got.
[1]
This
would result it the person being keelhauled being ripped apart by the
barnacles
etc on the ship’s hull. The shark bit is
self explanatory.
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