jackxwill - pirates of the caribbean slash

Title: A Will to Survive

Author: Agarwaenloth (agarwaenloth@yahoo.com)

Pairing: J/W

Rating: as of now, PG but will escalate into either R or NC-17

Part: 1-4/?

Summary: AU. What if Will knew Jack before the events of the movie? What if Elizabeth gave Barbossa her real name? What if Barbossa wanted more from Will than just his blood?

Warnings: Slash, J/W, future B/W non-con

Archive: Just ask.

Disclaimer: If I owned this, it wouldn't be suitable to be a Disney film, so don't sue.


Chapter 1

"Ah, Mr. Turner , good to see you again," Governor Swann said,
approaching the young man.

"Good day, sir," Will said, somewhat glad that Elizabeth was not with
him. "I have your order." He opened the case he had been carrying and
presented the Governor with the sword inside.

"Well," he said, taking the sword and unsheathing it.

"The blade is folded steel. That's gold filigree laid into the
handle. If I may?" he asked. The Governor handed the sword over. Will
balanced it on his finger. "Perfectly balanced. The tang is nearly
the full width of the blade." He gracefully flipped the sword and
handed it back to the Governor.

"Impressive," he stated, taking the sword from the young smith. "Very
impressive. Ah, now, Commodore Norrington is going to be very pleased
with this. Do pass my compliments on to your Master. Hmm?"

"I shall," Will forced himself to say, bearing the unfairness of not
being recognized for his work. "A craftsman is always pleased to hear
his work is appreciated."

Will fought the urge to groan as Elizabeth appeared at the top of the
stairs. She was likeable enough, but there was a certain air about
her that made him want to stay as far away from her as possible. He
knew she was somewhat taken with him, and he did not want to give her
any false hopes. His heart lay with another. It made him want to
leave, but she was, to a certain extent, his friend and had taken
care of him after he had been pulled from the sea.

"Oh, Elizabeth , you look absolutely stunning," Governor Swann stated.

"Will!" she exclaimed excitedly. "It's so good to see you. I had a
dream about you last night."

"About me?" he asked.

"Yes, well, is that entirely proper for you to…?" the Governor asked.

"About the day we met, do you remember?" Elizabeth asked, ignoring
her father.

"How could I forget, Miss Swann?" Will inquired, humoring her.

"Will, how many times must I ask you to call me Elizabeth?" Elizabeth
asked.

"At least once more, Miss Swann , as always," Will replied.

"There. See? At least the boy has a sense of propriety. Now, we
really must be going," Governor Swann said, handing Elizabeth her
parasol. "There you are."

"Good day, Mr. Turner," Elizabeth said, somewhat sullenly.

"Come along," her father instructed.

* * * * *

Jack sailed boldly towards Port Royal. This was the first time he had
arrived openly there. He was usually indiscreet, but he didn't have
the time. He had heard rumors, rumors of the Black Pearl. Her captain
was heading toward this port, apparently looking for something. Those
telling the rumors had no idea what he was looking for, but Jack did.
And he would be damned if he let Barbossa get his filthy hands on him.

As he noticed the amount of water leaking into his small ship, he
vainly tried to remove it with a small pail. He took note of the
three skeletons hanging near a sign that read "Pirates Ye Be Warned,"
and swept his hat off his head in respect. Giving up the pail, he
climbed upon the mast and sailed up to the dock in the sinking ship.
Reaching the dock, he calmly stepped off the mast and strode forward.

"What – hey. Hold up, there, you," the Harbormaster called. "It's a
shilling to tie up your boat at the dock." They both looked at the
sunken boat. "And I shall need to know your name."

"What d'ye say to three shillings…," Jack replied, placing the three
coins on the Harbormaster's book, "and we forget the name?"

The Harbormaster considered this for a moment and stated, "Welcome to
Port Royal, Mr. Smith."

Jack smiled and walked away, grabbing the Harbormaster's money pouch
on the way. Knowing that the person he wanted to see was more than
likely unavailable at this time, he made his way to where he knew the
Interceptor was docked. Two British Navy officers quickly blocked his
path.

"This dock is off limits to civilians," Murtogg stated.

"I'm terribly sorry. I didn't know. If I see one, I shall inform you
immediately," Jack said and tried to continue on his way but is again
thwarted. "Apparently there's some sort of high toned and fancy to do
up at the fort, eh? How could it be that two upstanding gentlemen
such as yourselves did not merit an invitation?"

"Someone has to make sure this dock stays off limits to civilians,"
Murtogg replied.

"It's a fine goal to be sure but it seems to me that a ship like
that," Jack said, gesturing toward the Dauntless, "makes this one
here a bit superfluous, really."

"Oh, the Dauntless is the power in these waters, true enough,"
Murtogg agreed, "but there's no ship as can match the Interceptor for
speed."

"I've heard of one!" Jack stated. "Supposed to be very fast – nigh un-
catchable…the Black Pearl."

Mullroy chuckled. "Well…There's no real ship as to match the
Interceptor for speed."

Murtogg looked at him. "The Black Pearl is a real ship."

"No, no it's not," Mullroy argued.

"Yes, it is, I've seen it"

"You've seen it?" Mullroy asked skeptically.

"Yes.

"You haven't seen it," Mullroy stated.

"Yes, I have," Murtogg protested.

"You've seen a ship with black sails, that's crewed by the damned and
captained by a man so evil that Hell itself spat him back out?"
Mullroy asked.

"No."

"No."

"But I have seen a ship with black sails," Murtogg said, as Jack took
the opportune moment and slipped away.

"Oh, and no ship that's not crewed by the damned and captained by a
man so evil that Hell itself spat him back out could possibly have
black sails therefore couldn't possibly be any other ship than the
Black Pearl. Is that what you're saying?" Mullroy asked.

Murtogg nodded. "No."

"Like I said, there's no real ship as can match the Interceptor…"
Mullroy said turning toward where Jack was before. Both officers
started and looked toward the Interceptor to see Jack at the wheel.

"Hey! You! Get away from there," Murtogg called. As they both ran
toward him with their guns up.

"You don't have permission to be aboard there, mate" Mullroy stated.

"I'm sorry, it's just - it's such a pretty boat. Ship," he corrected.

"What's your name?" Murtogg asked.

"Smith," Jack replied. "Or Smithy, if you like."

"What's your purpose in Port Royal , Mr. Smith ?" Mullroy asked,
lowing his gun a bit.

"Yeah. and no lies," Murtogg said.

"Well, then, I confess, it is my intention to commandeer one of these
ships, pick up a crew in Tortuga, raid, pillage, plunder and
otherwise pilfer my weasely black guts out!" Jack proclaimed.

"I said no lies!" Murtogg exclaimed.

"I think he's telling the truth," Mullroy said to him.

"If he were telling the truth, he wouldn't have told us," Murtogg
replied.

"Unless, of course, he knew you wouldn't believe the truth even if he
told it to you," Jack said, further confusing the two redcoats. To
make things worse, he started recapping all of his wondrous, if
somewhat fabricated, adventures. During one of these, a splash
interrupted them. A young woman had apparently fallen off of the
cliff above the water.

"Will you be saving her then?" Jack asked Mullroy.

"I can't swim".

Jack glanced at Murtogg who stared back at him. "Pride of the King's
Navy you are." He hands the guards his effects. "Do not lose these,"
he said as he dove in to save her. He swam toward the girl and
grabbed on to her. He struggled to get to the surface. He quickly
realized that her dress was weighing them down and had to go. He
ripped it off and swam toward the surface with ease.

"Ooh, I got her," Murtogg said as he helped Jack lift the girl out of
the water. "She's not breathing!"

"Move!" Jack said, shoving him aside and cutting open her corset. The
young woman spat out water and gasped for breath.

"Never would've thought of that," Mullroy commented.

"Clearly you've never been to Singapore," Jack observed. He suddenly
noticed the golden medallion hanging from the girl's neck. "Where did
you get that?" How could this girl have gotten it? There was only one
answer. This must be Elizabeth Swann. She must have taken it.

Commodore Norrington arrived on the scene and pointed his sword at
Jack. "On your feet."

"Elizabeth. Are you alright?" Governor Swann asked.

"Yes, I'm fine," Elizabeth replied.

Governor Swann saw Murtogg holding Elizabeth 's corset. Murtogg
pointed at Jack, Swann looked over at him. "Shoot him!"

"Father!" Elizabeth exclaimed. "Commodore, do you really intend to
kill my rescuer? "

"I believe thanks are in order," Norrington states, offering his hand
to shake. Jack hesitantly takes reaches out to shake the proffered
hand. The Commodore grabs his hand and pulls up his sleeve to reveal
the brand `P' for pirate. "Had a brush with the East India Trading
company, did we, pirate?"

"Hang him," Governor Swann ordered.

"Keep your guns on him, men. Gillette, fetch some irons," Norrington
commanded. He sees tattoo of a sparrow in flight. "Well, well… Jack
Sparrow, isn't it?"

"Captain Jack Sparrow , if you please, sir," Jack corrected.

"Well, I don't see your ship…Captain," the Commodore pointed out.

"I'm in the market as it were," Jack stated.

"He said he'd come to commandeer one," Murtogg said.

"Told ya he was telling the truth," Mullroy pointed out. "These are
his, sir," he said, handing him Jack's effects.

Norrington looks at the gun. "No additional shots nor powder." He
opens the compass. "A compass that doesn't point north." He then
unsheathes the sword. "And I half expected it to be made of wood. You
are without doubt the worst pirate I've ever heard of."

"But you have heard of me," Jack noted.

"Commodore, I really must protest," Elizabeth stated. "Pirate or not
this man saved my life."

"One good deed is not enough to redeem a man of a lifetime of
wickedness," he argued.

"Though it seems enough to condemn him," Jack pointed out.

"Indeed," Norrington said.

"Finally," Jack stated as he threw his chains around Elizabeth's neck.

"No, don't shoot!" the Governor exclaimed when the soldiers held up
their guns.

"I knew you'd warm up to me. Commodore Norrington, my effects,
please, and my hat," Jack ordered. "Commodore! Elizabeth. It is
Elizabeth isn't it?"

"It's Miss Swann."

"Miss Swann, if you'd be so kind. Come, come, dear. We don't have all
day," Jack stated. "Now if you'd be very kind. Easy on the goods,
love."

"You're despicable," Elizabeth stated after she had finished putting
his effects on him.

"Sticks and stones, love. I saved your life, you saved mine, we're
square. Gentlemen, m'lady, you will always remember this as the day
that you almost caught Captain Jack Sparrow!" Jack exclaimed as he
pushed Elizabeth away and escaped above their heads, dodging bullets
as he went.

* * * * *

Jack managed to avoid any officers and entered into Brown's smithy.
He took a hammer and went to use it to take the cuffs off his wrists,
but noticed a sleeping Brown, apparently drunk. He walked up to him
and poked him. Getting no response, he took a step back. "Woah!" he
shouted, and again, got no response. Satisfied, he went about trying
to use the hammer to get the irons off him. To his frustration, he
received no reward for his efforts. Noticing the machine running
above him and donkey used to power it, he got an idea. He took a
piece of hot metal and put it to the donkey's behind. He put his
chain in one of the gears and it broke in two.

Happy with his work, he smiled. Suddenly, he heard the door start to
open and quickly hid himself.

* * * * *

Will walked toward the smithy a little worried. The people on the
street all talked about a pirate on the loose and naval officers were
patrolling everywhere looking for him. Will prayed that it wasn't who
he thought it was. He couldn't bear the thought of him being caught.

He entered the smithy and noticed the gears all turning. He calmed
Bessie, the mule, and looked at Mr. Brown. "Right where I left you."
He then saw a hammer laying out. "Not where I left you." He turned
his head and noticed the hat laying nearby. Suddenly, he felt a pair
of arms wrap around him from behind.

"Hello, love."

"Jack," Will whispered, turning around and leaning into the
embrace. "What are you doing here? Are you crazy? The entire fort is
looking for you!"

"Hush, love," Jack said. "I know, but I had to risk it. He's coming
here, I know it. He's coming for ye, and I had to come to make sure
he didn't get ye."

Will's eyes widened. He knew who the he Jack was talking about
was. "But why? I'm no use to him without the medallion, and I don't
have it! It's lost!" he exclaimed.

"No, it isn't. It's here. Elizabeth has it," Jack informed.

"She does? She must have taken it when I was pulled from the water.
But why?" Will asked.

"It doesn't matter. What matters is keeping you safe," Jack said,
capturing Will's lips with his own. He ran his tongue over Will's
lips and was immediately granted entrance. He swept his tongue around
that delicious mouth and tasted and explored every crevice.

They both parted and turned their heads as there came a pounding at
the door.

"Oh no," Will said, looking fearfully at Jack.

Jack stepped away from Will and toward the backdoor. "No worries,
love. I'll be--" he was cut off by a bottle smashing over his head
and knocking him out. Will looked at Brown standing over Jack's prone
form and couldn't believe what he saw. Suddenly the door burst open
and the Commodore and his men came in.

"There he is. Over here," a soldier exclaimed.

"Excellent work, Mr. Brown. You've assisted in the capture of a
dangerous fugitive," Norrington stated.

"Just doing my civic duty, sir," Brown replied.

"Well, I trust you will always remember this as the day that Captain
Jack Sparrow almost escaped. Take him away," Norrington commanded.

Will gazed longingly after their retreating forms. Jack had been
caught. He was going to be hanged!

"I'm sorry I had to do that, my boy," Mr. Brown stated. "But I had to
or you would have gone down with him."


Chapter 2

"Come here, boy. Want a nice juicy bone? Come here. Come on."

The other prisoners were annoying Jack. Usually, he would just
finding them pathetically amusing, but not today. Today, he was
locked up in this tiny little cell and Will was out there, in
danger. "You can keep doing that forever, the dog is never going to
move."

"Oh, excuse us if we haven't resigned ourselves to the gallows just
yet," one of the prisoners replied, infuriating Jack even more. How
dare this man accuse him of giving up? He was Captain Jack Sparrow!
He would never give up! Especially not when it might cost Will his
life.

* * * * *

That night Will hammered attempted to hammer all of his frustration
and anguish into a sword he was working on. He knew that Mr. Brown
had his reasons, but he didn't really care. All he wanted was for
Jack to be safe, and now he was going to be hanged because of him! If
Jack hadn't have come here for Will, none of this would have ever
happened. Why did Jack always have to put Will in front of himself?

//Flashback//

Will had just recently become the apprentice of Mr. Brown, the local
blacksmith. He knew he didn't fit in here in Port Royal. He knew his
pirate blood didn't allow him to, no matter how much he wanted or
tried to. He didn't think he had a chance to ever do as he really
wanted. He could remember vividly the pirate captain that he
idolized. All he wanted to do was join his crew. Problem was that
said pirate captain had to recover his ship first and then actually
get a crew. Not that Will was ever going to see him again. The
thought caused his heart to sink. Young though he may be, he knew
that he loved the pirate, no matter how foolish that may be. Sighing,
Will stepped into his darkened room. He was frightened when he felt a
hand clamp over his mouth and immediately started struggling.

"Shh, lad, it's me," a familiar voice whispered into his ear. The
voice stilled Will. The hand from his mouth was removed and he turned
to look at his unexpected visitor.

"Jack," Will said, hardly daring to believe his eyes. "What are you
doing here?"

"What? Did ye really think that I would leave ye on ye own in this
backwards port? Yer parents' ghosts would haunt me forever if I did
that!"

//End of Flashback//

That was the first of many visits he had had from Jack Sparrow,
visits that eventually led to their declarations of love.

//Flashback//

Will started as he felt hands grab him from behind. He turned around
quickly, maybe a little too quickly because he lost his balance and
would have fallen if not for the arms that wrapped around him and
held him up. He looked up and his eyes met the beautifully familiar
eyes of Jack Sparrow. When he noticed the close proximity of the
pirate and the fact that he still had his arms around him, his breath
caught in his throat. Before he could stop himself, he brushed his
lips against those of the older man's. He froze when he realized what
he was doing. He pulled back and stared at Jack in fear.

"Jack, I— " he stammered out before being cut off by Jack's lips
pressing sounding against his own. He instantly melted into the kiss,
opening his mouth eagerly as the pirate's tongue probed for entrance.
When their lips separated for want of breath, they were both smiling.

"Jack, I love you," Will admitted, hoping that his declaration
wouldn't be rejected.

"And I you, Will," Jack said before leaning in for another blissful
kiss.

//End of Flashback//

Will suddenly felt an eerie feeling in the air and remembered the
reason Jack had come this time. He abandoned his hammering to open
the window and look out. Nothing stirred on the street and for some
reason, this caused him to become even more worried.

* * * * *

Jack started from his position in his cell as he heard the cannon
fire. "I know those guns," he said moving toward the barred
window. "It's the Pearl." An ominous fear settled into his gut. He
knew what this meant and knew who they were after. `Will.' His heart
cried out in anguish as he thought of what would happen to the man he
loved if Barbossa got a hold on him.

His thoughts were interrupted, however, by a prisoner who had heard
his statement about the Pearl. "The Black Pearl? I've heard stories.
She's been preying on ships and settlements for near ten years. Never
leaves any survivors."

"No survivors? Then where do the stories come from, I wonder?" Jack
asked. This seemed to confuse his fellow prisoners and left him to
his own thoughts.

`Please, Will, just stay out of this battle. Stay safe.'

* * * * *

As soon as the attack on Port Royal began, Will immediately grabbed
his sword, a hatchet, and a knife and headed out to fight the
invaders. He felt a twinge of guilt as he rushed out of the smithy,
knowing that Jack would be against him fighting, but it was
immediately purged as he killed a pirate with his hatchet, saving a
young maid.

He continued to fight his way through the chaos of people until he
ran into a particularly difficult pirate who managed to get a hold on
him and render him defenseless.

"Say goodbye," the pirate snarled. Only Will's relatively good
reflexes allowed him to move out of the way of a falling sign that
ended up smashing the pirate through the window behind him.

"Goodbye," Will said, and then caught sight of a bunch of pirates
ushering Elizabeth toward their ship. Although Will thought it
impossible, he could have sworn he had killed one of them earlier
with his hatchet. However, he didn't have much time to ponder this as
he felt something impact the back of his head and his world went dark.

* * * * *

The walls of the jail shook as a cannon blasted away the wall of the
cell next to Jack. The prisoners in the cell scrambled to escape. One
of the prisoners stopped to look at Jack. "My sympathies, friend,
you've no manner of luck at all." And then, Jack was alone.

Jack walked over to the bars that separated the two cells. He vainly
tried to squeeze himself out of the small hole that the blast had
created in the wall of his cell. After giving that up, he took a look
at the battle outside. His heart stopped at the sight of Will's prone
body lying in the middle of the street. From his distance, he could
not tell if he still breathed, but hoped against hope that he did.

He had to get out. He had to go to Will. He picked up a bone lying on
the ground and held it out. "Come on, doggy. It's just you and me
now. It's you and ol' Jack . Come on. Come on, good boy. That a good
boy, come on! Bit closer, bit closer. That's it, that's it, doggy.
Come on you filthy, slimy, mangy cur." There was a sudden crashing
coming down the stairs and the dog ran off. "No, no, no, no, no, I
didn't mean it. I didn't…"

Two pirates that Jack recognize as Twigg and Koehler, two of his
former mutinous crew.

"This ain't the armory," Twigg exclaims.

"Well well well, look what we have here, Twigg — Captain Jack
Sparrow," Koehler taunted after noticing Jack.

"Last time I saw you, you were all alone on a godforsaken island,
shrinking into the distance," Twigg chuckled. "His fortunes haven't
improved much."

Jack glared at them. "Worry about your own fortunes, gentlemen. The
deepest circle of Hell is reserved for betrayers and mutineers."

Koehler grabbed Jack's throat, the moonlight revealing his skeleton
arm. "You know nothing of Hell." With that, the two pirates left him.

By the way Koehler had talked, Jack knew that they were desperate for
the curse to be lifted. He also knew that Barbossa and his crew would
want compensation from the one who had delayed the breaking of the
curse. His mind went back to the motionless form of Will. He only
hoped that his identity remained a mystery to the cursed pirates.


Chapter 3

"I didn't know we was takin' on captives," the huge black man known
as Bo'sun said as Elizabeth was brought on board.

"She's invoked the right of parley with Captain Barbossa," Pintel
stated defensively.

Elizabeth stepped forward. "I am here to negotiate –" She was cut off
by Bo'sun backhanding her fiercely.

"You will speak when spoken to," Bo'sun said harshly.

The captain stepped forward and grabbed the man's wrist. "And ye not
lay a hand on those under the protection of parley."

"Aye, sir," Bo'sun replied, stepping back.

Barbossa turned to Elizabeth. "My apologies, Miss."

Elizabeth stood up tall and started speaking, "Captain Barbossa , I
am here to negotiate the cessation of hostilities against Port Royal."

Barbossa considered this a moment before stating, "There are a lot of
long words in there, Miss; we're naught but humble pirates. What is
it that you want?"

"I want you to leave and never come back," Elizabeth ground out.

"I'm disinclined to acquiesce to your request." At Elizabeth's
confused face he added, "Means `no.'"

"Very well," Elizabeth said, jerking the golden medallion off of her
neck and dangling it over the sea. "I'll drop it."

"Me holds are burstin' with swag. That bit of shine matters to us?"
Barbossa asked nonchalantly, but suddenly straightened and
barked, "Why?"

"It's what you've been searching for. I recognized the ship. I saw it
eight years ago on the crossing from England," Elizabeth proclaimed.

"Did ya, now?" Barbossa asked, interested.

"Fine. Well, I suppose if it is worthless then there's no point in me
keeping it, Elizabeth said, letting it slip through her fingers a bit
causing the pirates to lunge forward. Elizabeth gave them a knowing
look.

"Ah," Barbossa said, chuckling. "You have a name, Missy?"

"Elizabeth Swann," she stated proudly.

"Well, Miss Swann, I'm afraid we cannot leave this port without
something else that we need, or rather someone." Barbossa smiled
wickedly. "If you really want us to leave, you'll have to surrender
him to us, after all, what's one life for all the lives you will
save?"

Elizabeth considered this. She didn't want to have to hand anyone
over to these ruthless cutthroats, but what choice did she have? If
she didn't, even more lives would be lost. "Alright. Who do you seek?"

"Turner," Barbossa spit the name out as though it were filth.

Elizabeth's breath caught in her throat. "Will," she whispered.

"Lead me to him," the evil captain commanded.

* * * * *

Jack watched over Will from the distance in agony. All he wanted to
do was gather him in his arms and never let go. However, that was
impossible seeing as how Will was out there and he was in here.

Suddenly, a group of people caught his eye. Looking closer he could
discern the figure of Barbossa and crew, along with Elizabeth Swann.
As he looked to see where they were heading to, his heart stopped. It
couldn't be. She wouldn't. How could she?

His deepest fears came true as he watched helplessly as Barbossa
signaled for one of his men to pick Will up and carry him to the
ship. The pirates left Elizabeth to sink to the ground and stare
after them.

Jack couldn't bear it. He felt as if his breath, his heart, his very
soul had been taken from him. His world shattered around him and his
knees lost their strength. He fell numbly to the floor. For the first
time in ages, he allowed tears to slip from his eyes.


Chapter 4

Elizabeth shook herself out of the daze she had gone in. She couldn't
just leave Will with those ruthless pirates, especially since if it
hadn't been for her, he wouldn't have even been taken in the first
place. However, there was a problem. She had no idea where they were
taking him and what they intended to do with him when they got there,
not to mention that she knew next that she would never convince
Commodore Norrington to go after him. She sighed, that was her fault
and she knew it. The Commodore felt threatened by the blacksmith
because she fancied him. Of course, she knew that she would never
dream of marrying him, a commoner. Still, James didn't seem to get
that. There was only one person who might be persuaded to help her,
although she loathed the idea.

* * * * *

Jack looked up as he heard someone coming down the stairs. Surely
they wouldn't hang him now, would they? He shuddered at the thought.
He couldn't bare the thought of dying and leaving Will at the mercy
of Barbossa.

Rage ignited within him as he caught sight of the intruder. He wanted
nothing more than to murder the wench right then and there. "What do
you want?" he barked out harshly.

Elizabeth winced at his tone. "Mr. Sparrow, I'm sorry about our
dispute before, but I need your assistance. A dear friend of mine has
been taken captive by the pirates that invaded our port."

The pirate's eyes flashed in anger. "A dear friend! Is that why you
handed his life over to those vicious fiends?!? Because he was a dear
friend!"

Elizabeth became quite flustered at that. "Yes, he was a dear friend,
not that it's any of your business! What do you care anyway?" she
shouted back at him.

"I care more than you could possibly imagine!"

"Well, since you care so much, you won't have any problem helping me
rescue him!"

Jack raised an eyebrow. "And how do you suppose you go about getting
me out of here, huh? The key's run off."

Elizabeth held up another set of keys. "I'm the governor's daughter,
remember?"

* * * * *

Will blinked owlishly in the dim light. His arms were secured above
him and he had was lying on something rather soft. He could feel the
slight rocking beneath him and instantly knew he was on a ship. As
his vision came into focus, fear shot through him. There was Barbossa
standing over him, obvious lust in his eyes.

The pirate smiled unnervingly when he saw that he was awake. "Hope
you slept well. I've been searching for you for a long time. You've
given us quite a bit of trouble, and you can be sure that you will
pay for it hundred fold." When Barbossa saw that he was getting no
reaction out of the young man, he decided to change tactics. "So, the
men tell me that Jack Sparrow was in the jailhouse in Port Royal.
Imagine he's hanged by now. Good riddance."

Will had managed to remain impassive at everything Barbossa did or
said, but at the mention of the possibility of Jack being dead, he
couldn't help showing the fear and anguish he felt.

Barbossa smirked. "So you were a friend of Jack's." He caressed
Will's body light from his face to his groin. "Maybe even more than
friends." He pressed down hard on Will's crotch and Will shuddered in
disgust and fear. Barbossa laughed. "Don't worry, whelp. I want to be
able to feel you when I take you, which means that you have to break
this curse first."

TBC

Like this story? Send feedback to the author!