Witch, by Hellborne
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Pirates of the Caribbean – Slash: Jack/Others, Jack/Will. NC-17.
Copyright. Characters, not mine. See the Mouse. Story, mine, but I
make no money. He does, but not on this.
Typing convention: / is used for thoughts.
Summary: What did Jack do to be tortured so? He would love to know.
Torture, Rape, Lemon, Slash.
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Chapter 10 – Kidnapped
"I won't be needing anything else tonight, Niles."
"Yes sir." The butler left, leaving the Commodore alone in his chambers.
James Norrington picked at the food on his tray, his mind elsewhere.
The dispatch from the admiralty was clear: He was to have the
Dauntless, the Contender, and the Retribution ready to sail at a moment's
notice. Apparently the Spanish were no longer happy with the treaty signed
by both kings over a year ago, and were considering the entire Caribbean
part of their empire. While they hadn't declared open war as of yet, there
had been some altercations between ships that could not be attributed to
the pirates of the area.
He gave up on the food as a bad idea and pulled his hat and wig off, carefully
placing them on the wooden head-shaped wig holder on the vanity. He removed
his coat carefully, looked at it, then tossed it fairly haphazardly over
the dressing screen, followed by the rest of his clothes. He sighed, putting
on his nightshirt, and climbed into bed, turning down the lantern on the
nightstand, leaving the room in darkness.
Just as he was falling asleep, he felt something cold against the underside
of his chin. Opening his eyes, he saw the shadow of a man.
He assumed that the item against his neck was a pistol. "Who are you and
what are you doing in my bedchamber?"
His assailant took a step back, turning the lantern up. It was Will Turner.
Will kept the pistol trained on the Commodore. "I need your help."
"By sneaking armed into my bedchamber and threatening me? Mr. Turner, you
must have been hit on the head by too many hammers. Why should I help you?"
"That's CAPTAIN Turner, Commodore. And I know you won't help me any other
"You still haven't told me WHY I should help you, and not merely have you
Will looked at him earnestly. "Commodore, I need your help in commanding
a fleet of almost four hundred ships."
"Excuse me? Four hundred…PIRATE ships? And you want me to help you?
You ARE mad." He started to roll over to try to go to sleep, then stopped.
"You have control of almost four hundred pirate ships?"
"Who are you planning on attacking?" The Commodore was definitely curious
(and worried) about this one.
"I can't tell you that. But I can tell you that it's not an English port."
"Spanish? French? Dutch? Come come man. I would need specifics if I were
to agree to help you. How many guns are at your disposal, and how well armed
and armored is your target?" /If he turns that navy against the Crown after
he's finished with whatever he's doing first, I want to know what we'll be
"All told, there are roughly fourteen hundred guns total, but we're going
against a foe of both land and sea. So whatever your feelings about pirates,
you're going to have to help me. So on your feet, Commodore. Once we're away
on the Pearl, I'll give you as many details as you wish." He waved the gun
If there was one thing that Norrington knew about Will Turner, it was that,
although he was a great swordsman and sword maker, he was not a bloodthirsty
man, nor did the Commodore think he could fire a pistol with any accuracy.
He got up out of the bed and headed to his changing screen, finding himself
nose to sword point with a Will Turner original, held quite steadily by its
creator. "I need to get dressed at the very least."
Will looked rather embarrassed. "I'm sorry, Commodore. There really isn't
time. I've been away from that bunch for three days already, and I don't
know how many of them will just get bored and leave. Besides which, I also
don't know how many of them will have killed each other by the time I return,
and I REALLY need those ships. So just relax and play `dead.'"
The last thing Norrington noticed was an explosion of lights in his head
as he dropped unconscious.
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"What do you mean, he's going to help? Are ye crazy, whelp?! He's
trussed up like a Christmas goose! Ye had t'beat him senseless in
order to get him here! You're MAD!"
"That is what I told him, Sparrow." Norrington groaned, trying to move. Opening
his eyes, he found that he was, indeed, trussed up, tied to a chair in what
appeared to be the Captain's cabin on a ship. By the inhabitants, he could
only guess that it was the Black Pearl. He noticed Jack sitting up in the
bed, pillows stacked behind him, and a pair of crutches next to the bed.
"Hello Commodore. I'll have you returned to your bed directly." He turned
to Will. "Whelp, untie the Commodore and we'll sail him home."
Will stood there, arms folded. "No, Jack. I've never commanded more than
one ship before. We need him."
"Whelp, what about me? I've commanded more than one ship."
"Jack, ever since the operation, more often than not you can't command YOURSELF,
let alone a whole ship. And Dr. Abernathy told me to keep you out of it for
your own health."
Jack made a face, mocking Will by mouthing the words with him.
Norrington laughed and stopped suddenly. "I'm sorry. I couldn't help myself.
Mr. Sparrow, what operation is the boy talking about?"
Will glared at Jack, shutting him up. "Commodore, Jack was taken and tortured
for over a month by the cardinal of Guadalupe. We had to operate on his foot,
but it's currently healing nicely. The cardinal is a very evil man who just
happens to have his own army and navy, and has the call of the Spanish navy
any time he wishes for reinforcements. Now, I've managed to get almost 400
pirate ships together to stop him, but somehow they feel I should lead them."
Jack interrupted. "That's because, dear William, you have absolutely no ability
to lie, so you're the only person they could trust."
Will blushed. "Be that as it may, Commodore Norrington, I'm in over my head,
and I need a naval tactician that can't lose. You. And you have my word that,
after the cardinal has been stopped, I'll personally return you to Port Royal,
and if you wish to hang me at that time, I'll go quietly."
Jack was shocked. "You'll do no such thing, whelp!"
The Commodore looked at Jack. "He's serious? A Spanish cardinal? Why would
a Spanish cardinal torture you in particular?"
Jack shrugged, nodding. "He thought I was a witch."
Norrington stifled a laugh. "A witch? Sparrow, you aren't even a good pirate,
let alone be a witch." He couldn't help it. The laughter bubbled up into
a rather embarrassing snort, which he choked down, tears in his eyes from
Jack glared at him. "Thank you, Commodore, for your so inspired observation."
The cabin door between their cabin and Dr. Abernathy's opened, and the doctor
walked in with a very familiar jar and bag. He nodded at Norrington. "Hello."
He proceeded to the bed and leaned Jack forward, unwrapping his bandaged
back and pushing the pillows aside. "Time for your treatment." He helped
Jack turn over, and wiped the poultice and aloe leaves off of the wounds
and cleaned them. Then he started counting maggots onto his back, allowing
them to gorge themselves on the dead flesh. "Your back is looking far better
today. How does it feel?" He prodded it gently with a finger.
"Like my back, finally. You've done a right fine job, doctor, though your
timing right now is atrocious."
"Be that as it may, it needs to be done NOW."
Jack mumbled something and turned his head to look at Norrington. "Commodore,
I'd like you to meet Dr. Abernathy. The good doctor here can tell you all
the nice details of my stay with the cardinal, as he was the one who tended
my wounds between torture sessions."
Norrington looked the doctor up and down. "Excuse me, doctor, but aren't
"And the cardinal is Spanish?"
"Then why were you helping him, even if it was to bandage up his victims?"
"Well, since he'd originally had me arrested for being a witch, he offered
to spare my life if I would bandage up the other witches in his dungeons.
Naturally, since I did not wish to be killed or worse, I agreed. After six
months of helping him without argument, he started to allow me to leave the
cathedral once in a while. At first, he had me followed, but he finally trusted
me. In fact, I was getting ready to escape via a visiting ship when Captain
Turner found me. I'm afraid Captain Sparrow had made me start to believe
that perhaps he was a saint, not a witch. I'd never seen such stamina and
stubbornness in a man before."
Will thought about it for a moment. "Doctor, you told me before that the
cardinal had never been mistaken in his accusations before Jack. But
now you just told us that you were accused."
"You are correct on both counts, Captain Turner. I was indeed arrested for
being a witch. You see, by the Bible's definition and the Cardinal's, I AM
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