Title: Playing For Keeps
Author: Firefly
Rating: PG-13 for now (violence and sexual situations); probably be upgraded to R later
Category: Pirates of the Caribbean
Pairing: Sparrow/Turner
Feedback: The more the better. . .tis the spice of life
Summary: (POTC Slash) Jack stumbles upon a truth and must decide if it is indeed worth fighting for in light of obstacles threatening to test even the most courageous. Slightly AU, set after events depicted in the movie. Angst/Adventure/Romance (some humor).
Warnings: This is SLASH so if that bothers anyone please don't read on. . . my intention is not to offend anyone by what may appear in this fic. YOU'VE BEEN FOREWARNED. Also, artistic license will be evoked at whim.
Disclaimer: Don't own any of these characters, which are the sole property of Disney and Jerry Bruckheimer Films. Totally a figment of imagination in which no harm is intended.
Author's Notes: First chapter basically sets the stage. OC's will pop up to make their presence known.
PLAYING FOR KEEPS
CHAPTER ONE
Dropping anchor in the deeper blue waters surrounding the harbor of Basse- Terre, the crew of the Black Pearl prepared to put to port in order to re- supply their diminishing provisions after long months at sea. Months that had yielded riches in treasure and tales of grand adventure, earning Jack Sparrow a well-deserved respite.
As the skiffs approached the bustle of activity upon the pier, Jack watched the tropical paradise just beyond with a small grin. Sunlight sliced through palm fronds, creating dancing shadows upon the sparkling water. Exotic flowers sprinkled the lush green of rolling hills with riots of color and the shadowed outline of simple clapboard structures stood regal against the backdrop of mountains overlooking the harbor.
A playing field of opportunity for a man looking for a good time, which most definitely characterized his intentions.
Climbing up onto the wooden planks, he tossed his satchel over his shoulder and turned back to give his first-mate, Gibbs, a hand, pulling him up. Propping his hands on his hips, Jack peered through the crowd impatiently, wondering where the nearest bottle of rum was lying in wait.
"I trust I can leave the stockin' to you and Duncan," the captain replied heartily as he resisted the urge to rub his hands together in anticipation. "Seein' as I have official business to see to and all," he added, waving a hand absently.
"Official, Cap'n?" Gibbs drawled with a smirk.
"Aye, *lots* of official business, so I best get at it, mate. Meet back at the docks in two days time. . . midday," Jack ordered as he sauntered away. Suddenly, he turned back, tottering slightly upon his sea legs, "And, Good God, man, don't forget the rum!"
That important detail being seen to, the elated pirate made his way to the street to explore the town and its possibilities. As he headed towards what suspiciously appeared to be indeed a tavern, a quick glance to his left stopped him in his tracks and quickened his breaths.
Twenty yards away, staring distractedly towards the turquoise ocean water, stood Will Turner. The very same young man that haunted his dreams and too many of his waking moments. Visions of sinfully dark eyes that morphed into onyx pools with desire. An endless expanse of smooth skin that he yearned to map with his calloused fingers. A lithe body he hungered to have writhing beneath him, his name spoken in passion tumbling from full, succulent lips swollen from his kiss.
He had not seen Will since the day the lad had surprised him and had come to his rescue. His last sight of the boy one with the Swann lass in his arms. That had been nigh eight months ago.
Although, he had yet to sail into Port Royal since, Jack had made an effort to keep a breast of town happenings whenever possible. He knew the Governor's daughter had realized life with a penniless blacksmith was akin to the gravest of mistakes and had renounced Will's love, turning instead to an influential match with Commodore Norrington. He knew the two had been married shortly thereafter, leaving the young blacksmith heartbroken.not to mention available.
Yet, Jack had not heard word that Will had left Port Royal and his worthless employer's forge for these eastern waters.
The captain had instantly recognized his attraction to the striking young man but had managed to keep his lust hidden within Will's presence for no other reason than his numbing fear of the lad's rejection. He may have been Captain Jack Sparrow; yet, matters of the heart still terrified him, and knowing that he felt more than desire for Will Turner effectively kept his mouth shut and his Black Pearl at sail.
He longed to possess Will in every way imaginable, claim him as a zealous conqueror would a stretch of land. And while Jack was well-versed in the art of seduction, the notion of a *relationship* was completely foreign territory. He had always kept his entanglements blissfully short, merely a night or two of meaningless lust, and then a quick farewell.
Did he really wish to alter his habits? For the son of a former member of his crew?
Watching the sea breeze rustle the silky curls about the finely sculpted features of Bootstrap Bill's son, Jack unmistakably knew the answer to that question. He wanted this young man in his arms for more than a few days. . . in fact when he captured Will's heart, he had no intention of letting it go.
Expelling a pent-up breath, Jack schooled his expression into one of mild disinterest and swaggered sensually towards the unsuspecting blacksmith until he leaned slightly over Will's shoulder.
"Excuse me there. . . I happen to be lookin' for a blacksmith's skill. Might you know of one?"
Startled out of his trance, Will spun around, the confusion evident in his eyes transforming slowly into utter astonishment. Unconsciously licking his lips, he whispered in disbelief, "J-Jack?"
Grinning sardonically, the pirate carefully looked himself over before drawing his gaze back to the younger man's widened eyes, "Last time I checked."
"You're. . .*here*," Will murmured, half-convinced the man standing before him was no more than an illusion conjured from his memories.
"Noticed that, did you?" Jack answered bemusedly. Tilting his head slightly and crossing his arms over his chest, he leaned closer, "I see your powers of observation are as keen as ever, lad."
"How? W-why?"
"When?" Jack added with a raised brow, immensely enjoying the blush that tinged the boy's cheeks. However after a few moments of terse silence, the captain wished to set Will more at ease so adopted his most dramatic tone, "Well you know even we unruly pirates take a reprieve in our plunderin' and evil ways from time to time to mingle with the proper law-abiding citizens. All that ransackin' takes a bit of a toll on a bloke, especially when all the ship's blasted grog has gone and dried up as would a well in a damned desert."
Draping an arm companionably about Will's tense shoulders, he winked conspiratorially before adding matter-of-factly, "But tis a good thing.otherwise, who would free all these poor folk from their boredom? We provide a most invaluable service. Now, the real question is what are *you* doin' here?"
Will quickly glanced away, his face stoic. "Working."
Jack seemingly pondered this curt response, watching as the lad drew further within himself, pulling just out of his reach. "Ah. . .aye, so you are. Right. 'Cept Basse-Terre is a long way from ole Port Royal, wouldn't you say?"
Will remained silent, staring forward sullenly.
"Business was slow, eh?"
"There was nothing for me in Port Royal."
Jack winced slightly from the bitter despair lacing that softly-spoken statement, knowing exactly from whence that well of resentment sprung, not sure whether he wished to thank Elizabeth for her decision or cursing her arrogance which had so deeply wounded this pure soul. "So, Basse-Terre more to your liking?"
"Have no complaints."
Resisting the urge to snort at that obvious lie, Jack clasped his hands behind his back and rocked back on his heels, "That so?"
"*Yes*, that's so," the young blacksmith snapped, shooting Jack a scowl over his shoulder.
Smoothing his index finger over his mustache, Jack finally nodded, having no desire to push Will further, considering another craving had taken precedence. "Well then, guess that's settled, mate. Now seein' as you're familiar with this lovely town, why not lead the way to some good brew and see what trouble we can manage," he suggested, leaving little room for argument.
As he followed alongside the reluctant lad, Jack watched him surreptitiously from the corner of his eye, wondering how to break through the barriers Will had constructed around himself and what would be revealed when he succeeded.
The Captain of the Black Pearl had no intention of failing with the stakes so high. For, this time he was gambling with his heart.
TBC. . .
Author: Firefly
Rating: PG-13 for now (violence and sexual situations); probably be upgraded to R later
Category: Pirates of the Caribbean
Pairing: Sparrow/Turner
Feedback: The more the better. . .tis the spice of life
Summary: (POTC Slash) Jack stumbles upon a truth and must decide if it is indeed worth fighting for in light of obstacles threatening to test even the most courageous. Slightly AU, set after events depicted in the movie. Angst/Adventure/Romance (some humor).
Warnings: This is SLASH so if that bothers anyone please don't read on. . . my intention is not to offend anyone by what may appear in this fic. YOU'VE BEEN FOREWARNED. Also, artistic license will be evoked at whim.
Disclaimer: Don't own any of these characters, which are the sole property of Disney and Jerry Bruckheimer Films. Totally a figment of imagination in which no harm is intended.
Author's Notes: First chapter basically sets the stage. OC's will pop up to make their presence known.
PLAYING FOR KEEPS
CHAPTER ONE
Dropping anchor in the deeper blue waters surrounding the harbor of Basse- Terre, the crew of the Black Pearl prepared to put to port in order to re- supply their diminishing provisions after long months at sea. Months that had yielded riches in treasure and tales of grand adventure, earning Jack Sparrow a well-deserved respite.
As the skiffs approached the bustle of activity upon the pier, Jack watched the tropical paradise just beyond with a small grin. Sunlight sliced through palm fronds, creating dancing shadows upon the sparkling water. Exotic flowers sprinkled the lush green of rolling hills with riots of color and the shadowed outline of simple clapboard structures stood regal against the backdrop of mountains overlooking the harbor.
A playing field of opportunity for a man looking for a good time, which most definitely characterized his intentions.
Climbing up onto the wooden planks, he tossed his satchel over his shoulder and turned back to give his first-mate, Gibbs, a hand, pulling him up. Propping his hands on his hips, Jack peered through the crowd impatiently, wondering where the nearest bottle of rum was lying in wait.
"I trust I can leave the stockin' to you and Duncan," the captain replied heartily as he resisted the urge to rub his hands together in anticipation. "Seein' as I have official business to see to and all," he added, waving a hand absently.
"Official, Cap'n?" Gibbs drawled with a smirk.
"Aye, *lots* of official business, so I best get at it, mate. Meet back at the docks in two days time. . . midday," Jack ordered as he sauntered away. Suddenly, he turned back, tottering slightly upon his sea legs, "And, Good God, man, don't forget the rum!"
That important detail being seen to, the elated pirate made his way to the street to explore the town and its possibilities. As he headed towards what suspiciously appeared to be indeed a tavern, a quick glance to his left stopped him in his tracks and quickened his breaths.
Twenty yards away, staring distractedly towards the turquoise ocean water, stood Will Turner. The very same young man that haunted his dreams and too many of his waking moments. Visions of sinfully dark eyes that morphed into onyx pools with desire. An endless expanse of smooth skin that he yearned to map with his calloused fingers. A lithe body he hungered to have writhing beneath him, his name spoken in passion tumbling from full, succulent lips swollen from his kiss.
He had not seen Will since the day the lad had surprised him and had come to his rescue. His last sight of the boy one with the Swann lass in his arms. That had been nigh eight months ago.
Although, he had yet to sail into Port Royal since, Jack had made an effort to keep a breast of town happenings whenever possible. He knew the Governor's daughter had realized life with a penniless blacksmith was akin to the gravest of mistakes and had renounced Will's love, turning instead to an influential match with Commodore Norrington. He knew the two had been married shortly thereafter, leaving the young blacksmith heartbroken.not to mention available.
Yet, Jack had not heard word that Will had left Port Royal and his worthless employer's forge for these eastern waters.
The captain had instantly recognized his attraction to the striking young man but had managed to keep his lust hidden within Will's presence for no other reason than his numbing fear of the lad's rejection. He may have been Captain Jack Sparrow; yet, matters of the heart still terrified him, and knowing that he felt more than desire for Will Turner effectively kept his mouth shut and his Black Pearl at sail.
He longed to possess Will in every way imaginable, claim him as a zealous conqueror would a stretch of land. And while Jack was well-versed in the art of seduction, the notion of a *relationship* was completely foreign territory. He had always kept his entanglements blissfully short, merely a night or two of meaningless lust, and then a quick farewell.
Did he really wish to alter his habits? For the son of a former member of his crew?
Watching the sea breeze rustle the silky curls about the finely sculpted features of Bootstrap Bill's son, Jack unmistakably knew the answer to that question. He wanted this young man in his arms for more than a few days. . . in fact when he captured Will's heart, he had no intention of letting it go.
Expelling a pent-up breath, Jack schooled his expression into one of mild disinterest and swaggered sensually towards the unsuspecting blacksmith until he leaned slightly over Will's shoulder.
"Excuse me there. . . I happen to be lookin' for a blacksmith's skill. Might you know of one?"
Startled out of his trance, Will spun around, the confusion evident in his eyes transforming slowly into utter astonishment. Unconsciously licking his lips, he whispered in disbelief, "J-Jack?"
Grinning sardonically, the pirate carefully looked himself over before drawing his gaze back to the younger man's widened eyes, "Last time I checked."
"You're. . .*here*," Will murmured, half-convinced the man standing before him was no more than an illusion conjured from his memories.
"Noticed that, did you?" Jack answered bemusedly. Tilting his head slightly and crossing his arms over his chest, he leaned closer, "I see your powers of observation are as keen as ever, lad."
"How? W-why?"
"When?" Jack added with a raised brow, immensely enjoying the blush that tinged the boy's cheeks. However after a few moments of terse silence, the captain wished to set Will more at ease so adopted his most dramatic tone, "Well you know even we unruly pirates take a reprieve in our plunderin' and evil ways from time to time to mingle with the proper law-abiding citizens. All that ransackin' takes a bit of a toll on a bloke, especially when all the ship's blasted grog has gone and dried up as would a well in a damned desert."
Draping an arm companionably about Will's tense shoulders, he winked conspiratorially before adding matter-of-factly, "But tis a good thing.otherwise, who would free all these poor folk from their boredom? We provide a most invaluable service. Now, the real question is what are *you* doin' here?"
Will quickly glanced away, his face stoic. "Working."
Jack seemingly pondered this curt response, watching as the lad drew further within himself, pulling just out of his reach. "Ah. . .aye, so you are. Right. 'Cept Basse-Terre is a long way from ole Port Royal, wouldn't you say?"
Will remained silent, staring forward sullenly.
"Business was slow, eh?"
"There was nothing for me in Port Royal."
Jack winced slightly from the bitter despair lacing that softly-spoken statement, knowing exactly from whence that well of resentment sprung, not sure whether he wished to thank Elizabeth for her decision or cursing her arrogance which had so deeply wounded this pure soul. "So, Basse-Terre more to your liking?"
"Have no complaints."
Resisting the urge to snort at that obvious lie, Jack clasped his hands behind his back and rocked back on his heels, "That so?"
"*Yes*, that's so," the young blacksmith snapped, shooting Jack a scowl over his shoulder.
Smoothing his index finger over his mustache, Jack finally nodded, having no desire to push Will further, considering another craving had taken precedence. "Well then, guess that's settled, mate. Now seein' as you're familiar with this lovely town, why not lead the way to some good brew and see what trouble we can manage," he suggested, leaving little room for argument.
As he followed alongside the reluctant lad, Jack watched him surreptitiously from the corner of his eye, wondering how to break through the barriers Will had constructed around himself and what would be revealed when he succeeded.
The Captain of the Black Pearl had no intention of failing with the stakes so high. For, this time he was gambling with his heart.
TBC. . .