{Fic} Ocean Soul 6/18 | Will/Jack
Ocean Soul
Part 6 of 18
By Clarity Scifiroots
Standard disclaimers apply. This AU plot rules parallel to the first movie but isn’t quite the same. By a fan, for fans.
Rating: Ranges from Teen to Adult/Mature.
Pairing: Jack/Will
Summary: An AU tale that weaves a rather bleak past for one Will Turner. When the young blacksmith apprentice stows away on the Interceptor to get away from abuse, he didn't expect it to be taken over by pirates led by the most famous (or is it infamous?) Jack Sparrow.
Warnings: Sexual harassment, abuse, and recovery from such
Edited: January 16, 2008
Six
Will woke up, effectively ending one nightmare and entering another. The Interceptor rolled unsteadily beneath him, and he had to clutch the edges of the small bed to convince himself that he wouldn’t fall to the floor.
Obviously the storm had broken.
Whether he had simply been away from sea too long or never been in such a violent storm, Will decided that the current natural disaster must certainly be the worst act mother nature could throw at him. The noise overwhelmed his senses and he swore that his body vibrated with each crash of thunder. Anything not fastened down in the room went end-over-end each time the ship bobbed on the angry waves.
Will found his stomach wasn’t quite as strong as he thought it was. Moaning softly, he curled on his side, fingers clenching into the bedclothes. No way would he go out on deck in a storm like this. He couldn’t fathom how someone could even stand amidst the downpour and heavy gale.
The next boom of thunder made him tremble, triggering a memory of a lesser storm, but one serious enough to keep the English ship from outrunning the pirates giving case.
“Curse the heavens! We don’t seem to be in God’s good grace today. Prepare the cannons!”
“Send the women and children below!”
“Capt’n-” this sailor’s voice much quieter than the others “-that ship leaves no survivors. No matter yer above o’ below.”
“I’m aware of that, sailor.” The captain’s voice tensed with apprehensive. The aftereffects of the storm still lingered in the air, lightning bursting across the sky every now and again, accompanied by the fading boom of thunder.
“William! Will! Come with me, quickly!”
“Mother, where are we going? The sailor said we wouldn’t be safe anywhere. I should help fight to protect you!”
“Oh no, child... My dear, sweet, William.” Amalie clutched her son to her chest and stroked the soft curls of his hair. Around them the crew rushed to prepare their defense as the pirate ship with black sails closed in. “Here, you must wear this. Keep it hidden! It’s a secret we share alone, all right?”
“Mother…?” The child looked up in confusion as he held the trembling fingers of his mother’s hands. She smiled weakly, tears in her eyes. She freed one of her hands and tucked the chain she had fastened around his neck down his shirt.
He felt the coolness of the heavy medallion against his chest beside the lighter touch of a pair of rings. Why had she given these to him? She had told him before that he wouldn’t get them until he was older, when she could tell the story of his father - hopefully after they had found him.
The first of the cannon blasts rang out, louder than thunder and far more deadly. “Hurry! You must hide!”
“Mother!”
He could remember little more than vague shapes and colors between that last exchange and the sudden coldness of ocean water as darkness crept over him. He couldn’t remember how his mother died, only that he had screamed for her. He couldn’t even recall how he had ended up in the water. The only clear memories were those moments of building apprehension and then the awakening on a strange vessel with a sweet girl looking over him with a inquisitive and concerned gaze.
“My name’s Elizabeth.”
“W-Will Turner.”
“I’m watching over you, Will...”
His hand curled tightly around the medallion and rings his mother had left him - all he had to help him on the journey they had started together but he must continue alone.
-----
“Cap’n needs yeh for somethin’, lad.” Will glanced towards the helm where Jack turned control of the wheel to another pirate and made his way towards his personal quarters. “I ain’ privy t’ jus’ wha’ ‘e wants,” AnaMaria continued, fingers dancing over the hilt of her cutlass.
Feeling a little embarrassed as well as comforted by the woman’s show of protection, Will quickly assured her, “I’ll be all right. I can hold my own against him.”
She grinned at him. “A good slap will ge’ ‘im every time,” she advised. With a hearty clap to Will’s back, she let him go.
Upon entering the cabin, Will said, “You wished to see me, Captain?”
Instead of the window bench like the other night, Jack lounged on the bed to the left of the windows. “Aye, bu’ no need to be so polite... boy.” Will felt like smiling at the change of address that Jack drew out just to show that he had taken to heart what Will’s loose tongue had spilled the night they had been alone together.
“Si’ down. I ‘ave the feelin’ there be some questions.”
Will distracted himself from his surprise by taking a quick glance around the room for where he ought to sit. He decided on the window bench again even though it meant he would be a little farther away from Jack than he would have liked; he couldn’t judge the pirate’s reactions as well from this distance.
“Gibbs told me…” he trailed off, wondering momentarily if the older man would be in trouble because of it. “He told me about the Pearl, why you’re after her. And about my father.”
“Ah, ‘n ain’ tha’ the key.”
“My father was a pirate?”
“Aye.”
“On board the Pearl?”
“Aye.”
“But Gibbs said the crew mutinied...my father-”
“Was a good man.” Jack sat up and took off his hat, studying it suspiciously. “A good man, firs’ and foremost, and a damn good pirate. No doubts, now, boy.”
“I don’t understand... I thought he was a sailor in the navy, or maybe a merchant. He was a pirate?”
Jack gave him a cocky grin and directly met Will’s gaze for the first time during their conversation. “Aye, a pirate, lad. ‘N don’ worry none ‘bout the mutiny.” He winked, but Will caught the glimmer of something lurking beneath the carefree expression. “It wasn’t the sort of thing ‘e accepted.”
Will shook his head, coming to the conclusion that all the new information would be too much to analyze and fully comprehend at the moment. “What do you plan to do when you see the Pearl?”
The pirate growled shortly. “Ge’ ‘er bloody well back under me command!”
“I meant-”
“I know wha’ you meant, so be quiet.” The glare faded quickly, leaving something resembling a pout on the pirate’s countenance. “Me plans will be weighed by circumstance.”
“I can’t believe it. You’re just going to improvise the entire thing?” Will asked in exasperation. “The curse - Gibbs said it makes them undead, so how can you kill them? Why would they ever surrender?”
At that, Jack grinned and in a quick motion, a gold medallion appeared between two fingers. Will blinked, surprised by the action and then by the fact he recognized the medallion. He reached for it automatically, memories opening quickly to him since the stormy night the day before.
“Uh-uh,” Jack admonished, somehow tucking the medallion away without Will seeing exactly where it went. “I’ll be ensurin’ its safety by me onsies, savvy? You see, they can’ be killed yet... but once the final coin is returned ‘n-” Will found the quick cut-off unusual and eyed Jack suspiciously as the pirate managed to finish the rest of what he said with little show of worry over his slip. “Well, they won’ be so undead anymore.”
Will kept quiet, pondering over what Jack was so anxious not to let him know. Another clause in the curse, likely... but what exactly?
-----
TBC...
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(Next chapter: AnaMaria catches on quickly... and we know she’s a slash-fangirl at heart.)
Part 6 of 18
By Clarity Scifiroots
Standard disclaimers apply. This AU plot rules parallel to the first movie but isn’t quite the same. By a fan, for fans.
Rating: Ranges from Teen to Adult/Mature.
Pairing: Jack/Will
Summary: An AU tale that weaves a rather bleak past for one Will Turner. When the young blacksmith apprentice stows away on the Interceptor to get away from abuse, he didn't expect it to be taken over by pirates led by the most famous (or is it infamous?) Jack Sparrow.
Warnings: Sexual harassment, abuse, and recovery from such
Edited: January 16, 2008
Six
Will woke up, effectively ending one nightmare and entering another. The Interceptor rolled unsteadily beneath him, and he had to clutch the edges of the small bed to convince himself that he wouldn’t fall to the floor.
Obviously the storm had broken.
Whether he had simply been away from sea too long or never been in such a violent storm, Will decided that the current natural disaster must certainly be the worst act mother nature could throw at him. The noise overwhelmed his senses and he swore that his body vibrated with each crash of thunder. Anything not fastened down in the room went end-over-end each time the ship bobbed on the angry waves.
Will found his stomach wasn’t quite as strong as he thought it was. Moaning softly, he curled on his side, fingers clenching into the bedclothes. No way would he go out on deck in a storm like this. He couldn’t fathom how someone could even stand amidst the downpour and heavy gale.
The next boom of thunder made him tremble, triggering a memory of a lesser storm, but one serious enough to keep the English ship from outrunning the pirates giving case.
“Curse the heavens! We don’t seem to be in God’s good grace today. Prepare the cannons!”
“Send the women and children below!”
“Capt’n-” this sailor’s voice much quieter than the others “-that ship leaves no survivors. No matter yer above o’ below.”
“I’m aware of that, sailor.” The captain’s voice tensed with apprehensive. The aftereffects of the storm still lingered in the air, lightning bursting across the sky every now and again, accompanied by the fading boom of thunder.
“William! Will! Come with me, quickly!”
“Mother, where are we going? The sailor said we wouldn’t be safe anywhere. I should help fight to protect you!”
“Oh no, child... My dear, sweet, William.” Amalie clutched her son to her chest and stroked the soft curls of his hair. Around them the crew rushed to prepare their defense as the pirate ship with black sails closed in. “Here, you must wear this. Keep it hidden! It’s a secret we share alone, all right?”
“Mother…?” The child looked up in confusion as he held the trembling fingers of his mother’s hands. She smiled weakly, tears in her eyes. She freed one of her hands and tucked the chain she had fastened around his neck down his shirt.
He felt the coolness of the heavy medallion against his chest beside the lighter touch of a pair of rings. Why had she given these to him? She had told him before that he wouldn’t get them until he was older, when she could tell the story of his father - hopefully after they had found him.
The first of the cannon blasts rang out, louder than thunder and far more deadly. “Hurry! You must hide!”
“Mother!”
He could remember little more than vague shapes and colors between that last exchange and the sudden coldness of ocean water as darkness crept over him. He couldn’t remember how his mother died, only that he had screamed for her. He couldn’t even recall how he had ended up in the water. The only clear memories were those moments of building apprehension and then the awakening on a strange vessel with a sweet girl looking over him with a inquisitive and concerned gaze.
“My name’s Elizabeth.”
“W-Will Turner.”
“I’m watching over you, Will...”
His hand curled tightly around the medallion and rings his mother had left him - all he had to help him on the journey they had started together but he must continue alone.
-----
“Cap’n needs yeh for somethin’, lad.” Will glanced towards the helm where Jack turned control of the wheel to another pirate and made his way towards his personal quarters. “I ain’ privy t’ jus’ wha’ ‘e wants,” AnaMaria continued, fingers dancing over the hilt of her cutlass.
Feeling a little embarrassed as well as comforted by the woman’s show of protection, Will quickly assured her, “I’ll be all right. I can hold my own against him.”
She grinned at him. “A good slap will ge’ ‘im every time,” she advised. With a hearty clap to Will’s back, she let him go.
Upon entering the cabin, Will said, “You wished to see me, Captain?”
Instead of the window bench like the other night, Jack lounged on the bed to the left of the windows. “Aye, bu’ no need to be so polite... boy.” Will felt like smiling at the change of address that Jack drew out just to show that he had taken to heart what Will’s loose tongue had spilled the night they had been alone together.
“Si’ down. I ‘ave the feelin’ there be some questions.”
Will distracted himself from his surprise by taking a quick glance around the room for where he ought to sit. He decided on the window bench again even though it meant he would be a little farther away from Jack than he would have liked; he couldn’t judge the pirate’s reactions as well from this distance.
“Gibbs told me…” he trailed off, wondering momentarily if the older man would be in trouble because of it. “He told me about the Pearl, why you’re after her. And about my father.”
“Ah, ‘n ain’ tha’ the key.”
“My father was a pirate?”
“Aye.”
“On board the Pearl?”
“Aye.”
“But Gibbs said the crew mutinied...my father-”
“Was a good man.” Jack sat up and took off his hat, studying it suspiciously. “A good man, firs’ and foremost, and a damn good pirate. No doubts, now, boy.”
“I don’t understand... I thought he was a sailor in the navy, or maybe a merchant. He was a pirate?”
Jack gave him a cocky grin and directly met Will’s gaze for the first time during their conversation. “Aye, a pirate, lad. ‘N don’ worry none ‘bout the mutiny.” He winked, but Will caught the glimmer of something lurking beneath the carefree expression. “It wasn’t the sort of thing ‘e accepted.”
Will shook his head, coming to the conclusion that all the new information would be too much to analyze and fully comprehend at the moment. “What do you plan to do when you see the Pearl?”
The pirate growled shortly. “Ge’ ‘er bloody well back under me command!”
“I meant-”
“I know wha’ you meant, so be quiet.” The glare faded quickly, leaving something resembling a pout on the pirate’s countenance. “Me plans will be weighed by circumstance.”
“I can’t believe it. You’re just going to improvise the entire thing?” Will asked in exasperation. “The curse - Gibbs said it makes them undead, so how can you kill them? Why would they ever surrender?”
At that, Jack grinned and in a quick motion, a gold medallion appeared between two fingers. Will blinked, surprised by the action and then by the fact he recognized the medallion. He reached for it automatically, memories opening quickly to him since the stormy night the day before.
“Uh-uh,” Jack admonished, somehow tucking the medallion away without Will seeing exactly where it went. “I’ll be ensurin’ its safety by me onsies, savvy? You see, they can’ be killed yet... but once the final coin is returned ‘n-” Will found the quick cut-off unusual and eyed Jack suspiciously as the pirate managed to finish the rest of what he said with little show of worry over his slip. “Well, they won’ be so undead anymore.”
Will kept quiet, pondering over what Jack was so anxious not to let him know. Another clause in the curse, likely... but what exactly?
-----
TBC...
----
(Next chapter: AnaMaria catches on quickly... and we know she’s a slash-fangirl at heart.)