Chapter: Eleven
Rating: R
Pairing: Jack/Will/Elizabeth
Genre: Drama, Romance, Action, Horror
Archive: At my site (http://www.angelfire.com/ct/CheshiresCastle/) by
tomorrow afternoon. The first parts at ffnet (under Cheshire), next
parts will get there when they get there. Anyone else, tell me and send me a link!
Warnings: Adult content, adult language, violence, SPOILERS for the
whole movie, slash, menage-a-trois
Disclaimer: Pirates of the Caribbean, as well as all of its characters,
events, places, and plot points, are property of Disney. This is a non-profit fanwork for entertainment purposes only, and does not in any way take money away from Pirates of the Caribbean: The Curse of the Black Pearl, or its owners. In fact, if anything, it encourages viewership and the purchase of merchandise.
Author's Notes: Sorry this part took so long! Here it is, although
I have to warn you right now, it's unBETAd (like usual...). So, one
more chapter in this part, and then I move on to the next parts,
which are shorter...and for info on those, check out my site.
XI
The deck of the Black Pearl was a swarming mass of pirates. Any
place Will could name, he was sure there was a pirate who at least
had family hailing from there. Looking closely, he was also
convinced that Anamaria wasn't the only female onboard. On any
other ship the crew would have seemed disjointed, smiling faces and
respect for each other clear as they relaxed into their jobs.
He glanced to his left, and already Jack was speaking with someone,
their voices just soft enough that Will couldn't hear them over the
natural din. Both kept casting their eyes towards the chest that
Will still held in his hands. His own gaze fell upon the container,
which immediately felt much heavier.
As if sensing his discomfort, Jack dismissed the crewman with a
graceful wave of his hand. "Yer fair Elizabeth has made her way
onboard, she's catching up with Gibbs."
Will gave a small smile, and looked over to where Elizabeth was
standing. Shaking off his embarrassment at losing her, he started
walking towards her, occasionally having to stop to greet a member
of the crew who had sailed against Barbossa with them. Jack
followed closely behind him.
"Elizabeth!" She turned and, eyes lighting up, seized his arm.
"Will, look, Mr. Gibbs!" was her reply, and he, too, turned a smile
on Gibbs and Annamaria, who had come over after seeing the four
others meet.
They talked, quickly, exchanging the usual "how are you"s. They
even managed to get in a few very short, amusing stories about their
lives before Jack interrupted. With a clearing of his throat and a
pointed look at his crew, the mood was slightly broken.
"Will and you have some catching up to do," Elizabeth murmured,
glancing between the two of them. "Why don't you start talking and
I'll join you in a few moments? I never did get to observe all of
what goes on in a pirate ship...I never seemed to be on a friendly
one long enough to look around it." She let go of him and pushed
him towards Jack, letting it be known that she had dismissed the two.
Will nodded, knowing how curious she remained, even after all they
had been through with the undead pirates. "Just don't get too
distracted. There's some information you should probably have, as
well, I would say."
Jack reached out and grabbed Will's arm, the slender fingers almost
unbearably familiar around his bicep. Pulling him away and leading
him as if he had never set foot on the Black Pearl before that
moment. Soon he was being lead into yet another captain's cabin,
this one littered with an odd assortment of trinkets and treasures--
apparently Jack treated his rooms much like his hair.
Will sat the chest down on the nearest elevated flat surface so that
he could have more freedom as he explored the collection of
curiosities. He came upon one shelf of particularly morbid pieces,
and couldn't help but spend entire minutes staring at them.
"Is that?"
"Product of the JÃvaro themselves," Jack confirmed, a proud grin on
his face as he, too, turned his attention to the shrunken head
sitting on a seemingly random shelf.
Will wrinkled his nose, pulling back the hand that was unconsciously
reaching for the small item. "That's disgusting. Why do you have
such a thing?"
Raised eyebrows addressed him. "Why not?"
A shake of his head was all the answer Will could give to that, not
wishing to start any sort of argument when they had so recently been
reunited...and when he still had so many gaps in his knowledge of
what was happening. He rushed his attention to the rest of the
room, noting that Jack seemed suddenly more seriously, as if aware
of what was shortly coming his way. Turning, Will watched as Jack
sat in a comfortable looking padded chair, elbows resting casually
on the wooden arms.
"You want to know what's going on?"
Will nodded, not even commenting on how obvious that fact
was. "What's in the chest?"
Jack gave a slight nod, and then seemed to completely ignore Will's
question. "Y' see, after Annamaria gave me back me Pearl, we had a
bit a' work ahead of us." Will frowned, seating himself on Jack's
bed--the only surface not covered with papers and 'treasures'--to
prepare for what was surely going to be a long story. "All the
scalawags and seadogs had gone soft, scared o' yer Commodore an' the
merchant ships with their increasin' canon.
"We took 'em hard and fast, they weren' expectin' such a fight.
Soon the sea became more ours than anyone else's." Will, watching
Jack's face carefully, almost mesmerized by the quick silver
emotions running through his eyes and the way his hands moved in
front of his head. "An' the merchants got smart again, started
traveling in groups with lots of protection. But we still took 'em,
still left their overconfident selves damaged and robbed.
"We did stop, after a few more raids, because they weren' getting
any harder t'fight. What use be attacking the same types a' ships
o'er and o'er again without the pattern ever changing?" He trailed
off, as if thinking back on how boring piracy had gotten.
"But you are still attacking ships?" Will was more than slightly
confused as to where Jack was going, but was not going to let him
get sidetracked.
"Aye, but not so much as before. We...found other things to keep
our interests." Jack rose far too gracefully from his chair and
swayed across the room to stand before the bed, causing Will to look
up at him, something that rarely happened between the two of them.
Jack was so close to him that their knees brushed.
Will gulped, the working of his throat more than noticeable with his
head stretched up and back to watch Jack's face. "What kind of
things?"
Jack smirked, and Will felt something inside of him tighten, just a
bit. He had to look away, pull his own gaze away from those
mysterious eyes. He told himself he should be thankful with just
the surprisingly large amount of information he had gotten out of
Jack (who had never been one for sharing).
"Well, we already had a go at fighting cursed pirates, why not go
for the cursed treasre itself?"
Will frowned. "But...you know that curses exist, now. How can you
not be worried?" His gaze flicked to his own hand, palm held upward
so that he could follow the scar across it.
He could still see the battle in the Isla de Muerte in his mind,
still even dreamed about it. He and Elizabeth desperately fighting
against skeletal pirates...and an equally skeletal Jack fencing with
Barbossa. Will had been disturbed by the scene, but left to wonder
later whether it was because of the curse, or because it meant Jack
was technically dead.
"Aye, mate, but not all curses are what they seem. Some are just
for show, savvy?" Jacked turned and lounged on the bed right next
to Will, leaning back on his elbows and angled so that their legs
were pressed lightly together.
He reached out, brushed a finger over the smooth scar on Will's
otherwise rough hand. "Most of the loot we've gone after has just
been told to have a curse, and the curses we've encountered..." he
trailed off, dark eyes still locked, together with Will's, on the
scar. Jack turned his own hand over, revealing a matching
line. "And all of them have been broken with ease."
Will nodded, for some reason unable to speak. There was a sudden
large lump in his throat, and a strange itch in the pit of his
stomach. Jack continued to speak, his voice humming in Will's ears.
Rating: R
Pairing: Jack/Will/Elizabeth
Genre: Drama, Romance, Action, Horror
Archive: At my site (http://www.angelfire.com/ct/CheshiresCastle/) by
tomorrow afternoon. The first parts at ffnet (under Cheshire), next
parts will get there when they get there. Anyone else, tell me and send me a link!
Warnings: Adult content, adult language, violence, SPOILERS for the
whole movie, slash, menage-a-trois
Disclaimer: Pirates of the Caribbean, as well as all of its characters,
events, places, and plot points, are property of Disney. This is a non-profit fanwork for entertainment purposes only, and does not in any way take money away from Pirates of the Caribbean: The Curse of the Black Pearl, or its owners. In fact, if anything, it encourages viewership and the purchase of merchandise.
Author's Notes: Sorry this part took so long! Here it is, although
I have to warn you right now, it's unBETAd (like usual...). So, one
more chapter in this part, and then I move on to the next parts,
which are shorter...and for info on those, check out my site.
XI
The deck of the Black Pearl was a swarming mass of pirates. Any
place Will could name, he was sure there was a pirate who at least
had family hailing from there. Looking closely, he was also
convinced that Anamaria wasn't the only female onboard. On any
other ship the crew would have seemed disjointed, smiling faces and
respect for each other clear as they relaxed into their jobs.
He glanced to his left, and already Jack was speaking with someone,
their voices just soft enough that Will couldn't hear them over the
natural din. Both kept casting their eyes towards the chest that
Will still held in his hands. His own gaze fell upon the container,
which immediately felt much heavier.
As if sensing his discomfort, Jack dismissed the crewman with a
graceful wave of his hand. "Yer fair Elizabeth has made her way
onboard, she's catching up with Gibbs."
Will gave a small smile, and looked over to where Elizabeth was
standing. Shaking off his embarrassment at losing her, he started
walking towards her, occasionally having to stop to greet a member
of the crew who had sailed against Barbossa with them. Jack
followed closely behind him.
"Elizabeth!" She turned and, eyes lighting up, seized his arm.
"Will, look, Mr. Gibbs!" was her reply, and he, too, turned a smile
on Gibbs and Annamaria, who had come over after seeing the four
others meet.
They talked, quickly, exchanging the usual "how are you"s. They
even managed to get in a few very short, amusing stories about their
lives before Jack interrupted. With a clearing of his throat and a
pointed look at his crew, the mood was slightly broken.
"Will and you have some catching up to do," Elizabeth murmured,
glancing between the two of them. "Why don't you start talking and
I'll join you in a few moments? I never did get to observe all of
what goes on in a pirate ship...I never seemed to be on a friendly
one long enough to look around it." She let go of him and pushed
him towards Jack, letting it be known that she had dismissed the two.
Will nodded, knowing how curious she remained, even after all they
had been through with the undead pirates. "Just don't get too
distracted. There's some information you should probably have, as
well, I would say."
Jack reached out and grabbed Will's arm, the slender fingers almost
unbearably familiar around his bicep. Pulling him away and leading
him as if he had never set foot on the Black Pearl before that
moment. Soon he was being lead into yet another captain's cabin,
this one littered with an odd assortment of trinkets and treasures--
apparently Jack treated his rooms much like his hair.
Will sat the chest down on the nearest elevated flat surface so that
he could have more freedom as he explored the collection of
curiosities. He came upon one shelf of particularly morbid pieces,
and couldn't help but spend entire minutes staring at them.
"Is that?"
"Product of the JÃvaro themselves," Jack confirmed, a proud grin on
his face as he, too, turned his attention to the shrunken head
sitting on a seemingly random shelf.
Will wrinkled his nose, pulling back the hand that was unconsciously
reaching for the small item. "That's disgusting. Why do you have
such a thing?"
Raised eyebrows addressed him. "Why not?"
A shake of his head was all the answer Will could give to that, not
wishing to start any sort of argument when they had so recently been
reunited...and when he still had so many gaps in his knowledge of
what was happening. He rushed his attention to the rest of the
room, noting that Jack seemed suddenly more seriously, as if aware
of what was shortly coming his way. Turning, Will watched as Jack
sat in a comfortable looking padded chair, elbows resting casually
on the wooden arms.
"You want to know what's going on?"
Will nodded, not even commenting on how obvious that fact
was. "What's in the chest?"
Jack gave a slight nod, and then seemed to completely ignore Will's
question. "Y' see, after Annamaria gave me back me Pearl, we had a
bit a' work ahead of us." Will frowned, seating himself on Jack's
bed--the only surface not covered with papers and 'treasures'--to
prepare for what was surely going to be a long story. "All the
scalawags and seadogs had gone soft, scared o' yer Commodore an' the
merchant ships with their increasin' canon.
"We took 'em hard and fast, they weren' expectin' such a fight.
Soon the sea became more ours than anyone else's." Will, watching
Jack's face carefully, almost mesmerized by the quick silver
emotions running through his eyes and the way his hands moved in
front of his head. "An' the merchants got smart again, started
traveling in groups with lots of protection. But we still took 'em,
still left their overconfident selves damaged and robbed.
"We did stop, after a few more raids, because they weren' getting
any harder t'fight. What use be attacking the same types a' ships
o'er and o'er again without the pattern ever changing?" He trailed
off, as if thinking back on how boring piracy had gotten.
"But you are still attacking ships?" Will was more than slightly
confused as to where Jack was going, but was not going to let him
get sidetracked.
"Aye, but not so much as before. We...found other things to keep
our interests." Jack rose far too gracefully from his chair and
swayed across the room to stand before the bed, causing Will to look
up at him, something that rarely happened between the two of them.
Jack was so close to him that their knees brushed.
Will gulped, the working of his throat more than noticeable with his
head stretched up and back to watch Jack's face. "What kind of
things?"
Jack smirked, and Will felt something inside of him tighten, just a
bit. He had to look away, pull his own gaze away from those
mysterious eyes. He told himself he should be thankful with just
the surprisingly large amount of information he had gotten out of
Jack (who had never been one for sharing).
"Well, we already had a go at fighting cursed pirates, why not go
for the cursed treasre itself?"
Will frowned. "But...you know that curses exist, now. How can you
not be worried?" His gaze flicked to his own hand, palm held upward
so that he could follow the scar across it.
He could still see the battle in the Isla de Muerte in his mind,
still even dreamed about it. He and Elizabeth desperately fighting
against skeletal pirates...and an equally skeletal Jack fencing with
Barbossa. Will had been disturbed by the scene, but left to wonder
later whether it was because of the curse, or because it meant Jack
was technically dead.
"Aye, mate, but not all curses are what they seem. Some are just
for show, savvy?" Jacked turned and lounged on the bed right next
to Will, leaning back on his elbows and angled so that their legs
were pressed lightly together.
He reached out, brushed a finger over the smooth scar on Will's
otherwise rough hand. "Most of the loot we've gone after has just
been told to have a curse, and the curses we've encountered..." he
trailed off, dark eyes still locked, together with Will's, on the
scar. Jack turned his own hand over, revealing a matching
line. "And all of them have been broken with ease."
Will nodded, for some reason unable to speak. There was a sudden
large lump in his throat, and a strange itch in the pit of his
stomach. Jack continued to speak, his voice humming in Will's ears.