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Blood and Roses	By : MyraThorne Category: Pirates of the Caribbean (All) > Slash - Male/Male Views: 8080 -:- 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.

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Meanwhile, Back on The Black Pearl
Jack Sparrow glared at his compass. It had been refusing to give him a straight heading ever since he had left Will and Elizabeth in Port Royal. For the longest time, it had pointed to Port Royal, but would then swing to facing something shiny or rummy for him.
But then it started refusing to point any where specific. The compass seemed to be following a pattern of its own design.
So Jack Sparrow had made a quick side trip to see Tia Dalma, the Voodoo woman who had given him the compass to see what was wrong with the bloody compass.
And all she had done was laugh at him, giving him the useless advice, �Witty Jack don� know what it t�is he wan� more.� But after a bit of cajoling, she told Jack to try Port Royal to find his answer. �Resolution is what you need t�make d�compass start workin� again, Jack.�
So, after stopping for some more rum and a ship laden with spices from the Orient, Jack Sparrow made his way to Port Royal.
Jack came to the island in time for Elizabeth and William�s wedding. For what else could have Port Royal worked into such a fervor? No one even took notice of the pirate captain and several members of his crew walking boldly down the streets as all rushed around in anticipation of the glorious event.
Not that Jack was the least bit jealous that Will had chosen marriage over a life of freedom on the sea. With Jack.
Nope, not the least bit jealous.
Not. One. Little. Bit.
Jack understood completely that Will would want the solid love of Miss Swan over the tumultuous love affair of the sea.
Yep.
He understood completely.
Still, it couldn�t hurt to ask Will one last time if he wanted to come to sea and give in to the piracy that flowed through his veins.
Which is why Jack had sent his crew off to stock up on supplies (not that anyone in Port Royal would notice if anything went missing in all of the hubbub of wedding preparations), while the Pearl�s captain made his way to the smithy.
The first thing that caught Jack�s attention was the sign that was hanging off the front of the black smith�s shop. It was hanging from only one of its chains. �Odd,� Sparrow muttered to himself. He couldn�t believe that Will would allow something so sloppy to happen. Of course, with so many plans going on, maybe he had more important things to worry about.
Upon entering the shop, the feeling of wrongness only grew. The shop had clearly fallen on hard times. The donkey was wandering around. Jack had to be careful not to step in any of the� offerings left by the donkey. The forge looked as if it hadn�t been used in weeks, if not months.
Jack began to grow suspicious. What had Elizabeth done to Will to make him neglect his forge? Jack wondered as he made his way up to the Governor�s mansion.
His sense of unease grew ever stronger when he saw the Commodore making nicey-nice with the Governor in the gardens over what was certainly a �Fine Liquor�. Jack sneered inwardly. A bunch of rot and nonsense if you asked him, thank you very much.
Keeping hidden behind a frilly, overly-ornate floral decoration, Jack listened to the conversation of the Commodore and the Governor.
�I trust that Elizabeth is looking forward to the wedding with as much anticipation as I am, Governor,� Norrington was asking.
What�s this now? Jack frowned. Why would old Norry be looking forward to the wedding of Elizabeth to a man that was not himself?
�Yes, well, after that foolishness with that blacksmith, I know that my daughter is looking forward to what will surely be a much more favorable match for her. I�m just glad that she came to her senses before she married that common boy,� the Governor replied.
Jack bristled at that comment. There was nothing common about his Will-
Wait, since when was Turner �his� Will?
Sneaking away, Jack made his way to the kitchens. After all, even the greatest pirate ever had to eat.
Besides, servants always knew what was really going on. And Jack needed to know where Will had gone off to. There was no way he had stayed in Port Royal if he had been snubbed by Elizabeth.
�Oy, yer that bloke that knows Turner!� a voice called out as Jack tore into a fresh roll.
Jack turned quickly to see a rotund, sweaty man approaching him. The man was wiping his forehead on his apron. �Do I know you, sir?� Jack asked warily, shoving more of the roll into his mouth.
�Name�s Michael Turner, no relationship to the former affianced of Miss Swann,� the man replied, holding out a beefy hand. �I was there the day you escaped the gallows and made a fool of Norrington. And we�ve all the heard the stories of how you brought Miss Swann back to us.� He pumped Jack�s hand enthusiastically before releasing it. �Anyone who can do that to Norrington is all right by me.�
�And why might that be, mate?� Jack wondered, reaching for another roll.
�Don�t get me wrong, we all knew that young Will was marrying too far above hisself,� Turner explained. �But we were all pulling for him. He was a good man. Not like that Norrington. After what he did to the poor young-�
�What did Norrington do?� Jack growled dangerously. Though it was hard to be dangerous with bits of roll spewing out of his mouth.
Turner shrugged. �I may be just a simple cook, but I know right from wrong- just as me mam taught me-�
�What. Did. Norrington. Do?�
�I heard from my son-in-law who works under Norrington that some pirate came into Port Royal a few months back and carried what looked like a very unconscious young Will Turner away with him. Claimed that the boy wanted to go with him.� Turner sniffed disbelievingly. �If you ask me, that pirate needed to �convince� Will to leave with him.�
Jack had a sinking sensation in the pit of his stomach. There was something all too familiar about this story. �Do you know the name of the Pirate that took young Master Turner away from Port Royal?�
�Some claim it was Captain Teague. Others say it was you that carried him off. Others that it was Captain Barbossa.�
Two hours later had Captain Jack Sparrow glowering at his compass that was clearly pointing at Tortuga. This fact only made Jack angrier.
He knew that he didn�t spirit Will away from a life of marital slavery. And his father could have taken Will. But how would Teague have heard of the whelp? Plus, he wouldn�t be in Tortuga without Jack having heard of it.
No, there was only one man he knew with an eye for such a beautiful young man who would stay in Tortuga.
�And this time, I�m going to kill that son of a bitch,� Sparrow muttered to himself, as the Pearl came to dock just outside of the Pirate Haven.
Sparrow was not a fool. He had seen how Barbossa had looked, lusted, longed after Bootstrap. But he had underestimated the bastard�s freakish will to live. It was almost as if Barbossa simply refused to die.
Perhaps it was pure spite that kept Barbossa going.
And he had seen Barbossa use his �special� powder to woo those into his bed that would normally not wish to be with him.
Jack grit his teeth as the compass lead him through the streets of Tortuga towards what he most desired. The pleas of the whores fell on deaf ears. After all, Jack Sparrow was only concerned with the welfare of a friend�s son.
He had no doubt that Will�s sheltered life left the poor lad with no idea what was going on. He wouldn�t know about how certain substances could make him feel a certain way. And the whelp might mistake the feelings as real.
Not that Jack would ever need those kinds of things to get Will into his bed-
Wait, what? Jack wasn�t interested in Will that way.
Well, not really. Maybe. A little bit. The boy had a nice body. And lips. And ass.
All right, so he wouldn�t mind bedding the boy at least once.
But it would be willingly. Jack preferred his partners willing. There was something about the seduction and the chase that made it so much better for Sparrow.
Jack came upon Barbossa�s home in Tortuga. �Well, you�ve certainly improved this place since the last time we were here, Hector,� Jack muttered to himself.
What had once been a dilapidated series of buildings was now repaired and was perhaps one of the nicest homes on the island.
Waiting for the opportune moment, Jack waited until one of the servants was preparing to return with the supplies for the day. He rushed up behind the woman and knocked her unconscious. With nimble fingers, Jack found her keys to open the front door.
It was a simple plan really. Just run in, grab Will. Take Will back to the Black Pearl. After a month or so, Will would come to realize what had really happened with Barbossa. Accept that it wasn�t Will�s own fault.
And then, in time, perhaps get Will into his own bed-
�Is this what you want, Hector?�
Jack froze. That voice. Hector, what have you done?
Jack knew that he should draw his sword, run in to rescue Will, perhaps lop off Barbossa�s head.
And he would have, had not the first thing he saw was William Turner lying naked on a bed of purple silk with his own fingers dipped in oil and slowly preparing himself. Jack was mesmerized by those glistening fingers slowly plunging in and out of Will�s ass.
�Fuck,� Jack whispered softly, his own hand slipping slowly towards his pants.
Trust Barbossa to ruin a good thing for Jack.
�Tell me what ye want, pet,� Barbossa rumbled, moving across the room to stand by the end of the bed.
�I want you in me,� Will whimpered prettily. �As deep as you can get. Please?�
Now, who could resist that?
Will thrust his hips forward, trying to entice his older lover into the bed with him. �You�ve been gone too long, and I need it so much.�
Jack watched in a mixture of horror and lust as Barbossa undid his breeches. �I have exactly what you need, pet,� Barbossa muttered thickly, plunging into the willing body beneath him.
This is wrong. Oh, so very wrong, Jackie. Take out your sword� no, not that one. Ohhh. My god, such beautiful legs. When did Will get that nimble? And those noises he�s making? And since when did Jack's inner voice sound like his own da? That was just a whole new level of disturbing...
Will met each thrust from Barbossa, twisting his hips to give his lover better access. And such beautiful cries coming from the young man-
As the three men reached completion, Jack knew that he had to have Will for his own.
And heaven help anyone who tried to get in his way.
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