Fracture 4/7
Title: Fracture
Part: 4 of 7
Author: miss_drea_fic
Fandom: Pirates of the Caribbean
Pairing: Jack/Will
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Will loses himself to the Sea.
Disclaimer: The Mouse owns it all.
*
Jack stood with Charlie and Ed on top of the mound of gold where the Cursed Aztec coins gleamed dangerously. “You sure you want to do this, Captain?” Ragetti asked, chewing on his lower lip, “you’ll be miserable.”
Pintel smacked him on the arm. “Shut up, idiot. The Captain knows what the Captain wants!”
Rolling his eyes, Jack stepped onto the gold pile, slipping on a crown once before regaining his footing. With a hand that trembled finely with longing - or nerves - he pushed at the cover on the box. It opened with a hiss, and Jack took out one finely made coin.
Cold wind blew, and Jack smiled, his teeth far to white in the sudden light.
*
When Calypso began to laugh, Will convulsed with pain he didn’t have a reason for. The spinal fin rippled causing mini waves against the surface of the water. Scales burst and moved around his throat, dancing over bronze skin. He continued to shake even ask the water formed protective arms to cradle him. “Calyspo,” he gasped out.
“Aye, William,” she responded her voice melodious. “I am with you.” The water cascaded like thick jelly over his body, suspending him in sensation. “I have something to show you.” Her voice faded away and the world around him followed closely behind.
When he next opened his eyes, he was chained to the wall. Rolling his eyes, he pulled at something in his chest waiting for the world to dissolve. When it didn’t happen, he realized two things. The rushing in his ears was not water, and he was panting for breath. He watched, a prisoner in his own mind as a man wearing his face and speaking with his voice took Gillete and Groves and forced them to lay together, their fingers clumsy and ill-prepared for what he was forcing on them.
Gillete broke first, Groves’ fingers knuckle deep inside of him, his cock hard and leaking against his will. He began to sob, begging, pleading, as Groves continued to drive four fingers in and out at a maddening pace, his face impassive in the darkness. After his sixth or seventh orgasm, Gillete went limp, and stopped responding to anything. He leaned against the wall, his head lolling, his eyes glazed, and Groves too went mad from his friend’s catatonic state.
Both of them became part of the ship long before anyone realized they were broken. Next was Beckett, his body burned and broken. The man wearing William’s face tortured him as he had tortured others, shaping a P brand in a forge of his own making. By the time that he was released into the ether, Beckett didn’t have a single smooth patch of skin left to his name. All he ever was, all he’d ever be, was branded on his body.
Then Barbossa, when he finally died, a bullet between the eyes, and the phantom masquerading as William Turner allowed his crew - at least the ones he’d rescued from Jack’s original crew - free reign over his old adversary’s body. They tore him to shreds and when Barbossa begged, the shadow laughed, and let them do it again.
Finally, Jack. Dear Jack who let himself be used. And William, chained to the wall of his own memory, collapsed to his knees, tears streaming down his face.
“Now you understand, William Turner,” Calypso breathed into his inner ear. “You have broken what is mine by rights. He is mine, just as you are mine. Bring him back to me, Captain Turner, and I will grant you the boon of death.”
*
Ragetti and Pintel sat with Jack in a tavern off the coast of Peru. Jack drank less than usual and the two dead pirates pretended not to notice. “Tell me about them,” the undead one of three said suddenly. “Has the curse claimed any?”
“Only some,” Pintel offered. “It’s claimed a few of the ones from Barbossa’s lot. Twigg, Grapple, Dog Ear. Bootstrap left years ago, and he remained free of the curse until then. Annie’s fine too.”
“Annie’s fine,” echoed Ragetti into his drink causing Jack and Pintel to both roll their eyes.
“And so are you by the looks of it,” Jack commented, making the innocuous seem loaded with intention.
“Gibbs has only ever loved the sea, as has Annie,” Charlie said before Ed could answer. “They’re fine too.”
Jack’s dark eyes glittered over the top of his mug. “And you two?”
Blushing, Ragetti shrugged leaving Pintel to pick up the slack. “Only ever loved each other,” he muttered gruffly. “Not like that’s ever changed.”
Lips quirked. “Ah.”
Stumbling over his embarrassment, Ragetti looked up. “Captain Turner’s worse for wear, Jack,” he offered softly. “He...he...” Charlie looked to Pintel for help and Ed reached over to push Jack’s shirt out of the way, revealing the scale.
“He is covered with those.”
Jack reached up and brushed the bit of almost metal. “I don’t know how I got this,” he told them truthfully. “I don’t remember anything passed dying the first time. Was I...there?”
“No,” lied Pintel, kicking Ragetti under the table. “But you two are marked.”
“Marked, bound and drawn,” added Charlie ominously, looking out to sea. “Find a cure fast, Jack,” he added. “Things are coming to a close.”
Gold glinted under sunlight. “Always does, Charlie, always does.”
*
William woke in his own bed, the Dutchman floating in her favorite home, between Bermuda and Trinidad. No ships would pass by there. Will rubbed a hand over the railing, feeling her push against his mind like a cat against his leg.
“Annie,” he said when he felt the mulatto’s presence near. “Where are the boys?”
“On land,” she answered. “Said they had some errands to run.”
Will nodded, drawing in an unneeded breath of salt air. “Something’s changed,” he said.
Annie nodded. She placed a careful hand on his shoulder, avoiding the dorsal fin. Darkness flashed in William’s eyes and she tightened her grip. It was always calm before the storm.
*End of Part Four
Part: 4 of 7
Author: miss_drea_fic
Fandom: Pirates of the Caribbean
Pairing: Jack/Will
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Will loses himself to the Sea.
Disclaimer: The Mouse owns it all.
*
Jack stood with Charlie and Ed on top of the mound of gold where the Cursed Aztec coins gleamed dangerously. “You sure you want to do this, Captain?” Ragetti asked, chewing on his lower lip, “you’ll be miserable.”
Pintel smacked him on the arm. “Shut up, idiot. The Captain knows what the Captain wants!”
Rolling his eyes, Jack stepped onto the gold pile, slipping on a crown once before regaining his footing. With a hand that trembled finely with longing - or nerves - he pushed at the cover on the box. It opened with a hiss, and Jack took out one finely made coin.
Cold wind blew, and Jack smiled, his teeth far to white in the sudden light.
*
When Calypso began to laugh, Will convulsed with pain he didn’t have a reason for. The spinal fin rippled causing mini waves against the surface of the water. Scales burst and moved around his throat, dancing over bronze skin. He continued to shake even ask the water formed protective arms to cradle him. “Calyspo,” he gasped out.
“Aye, William,” she responded her voice melodious. “I am with you.” The water cascaded like thick jelly over his body, suspending him in sensation. “I have something to show you.” Her voice faded away and the world around him followed closely behind.
When he next opened his eyes, he was chained to the wall. Rolling his eyes, he pulled at something in his chest waiting for the world to dissolve. When it didn’t happen, he realized two things. The rushing in his ears was not water, and he was panting for breath. He watched, a prisoner in his own mind as a man wearing his face and speaking with his voice took Gillete and Groves and forced them to lay together, their fingers clumsy and ill-prepared for what he was forcing on them.
Gillete broke first, Groves’ fingers knuckle deep inside of him, his cock hard and leaking against his will. He began to sob, begging, pleading, as Groves continued to drive four fingers in and out at a maddening pace, his face impassive in the darkness. After his sixth or seventh orgasm, Gillete went limp, and stopped responding to anything. He leaned against the wall, his head lolling, his eyes glazed, and Groves too went mad from his friend’s catatonic state.
Both of them became part of the ship long before anyone realized they were broken. Next was Beckett, his body burned and broken. The man wearing William’s face tortured him as he had tortured others, shaping a P brand in a forge of his own making. By the time that he was released into the ether, Beckett didn’t have a single smooth patch of skin left to his name. All he ever was, all he’d ever be, was branded on his body.
Then Barbossa, when he finally died, a bullet between the eyes, and the phantom masquerading as William Turner allowed his crew - at least the ones he’d rescued from Jack’s original crew - free reign over his old adversary’s body. They tore him to shreds and when Barbossa begged, the shadow laughed, and let them do it again.
Finally, Jack. Dear Jack who let himself be used. And William, chained to the wall of his own memory, collapsed to his knees, tears streaming down his face.
“Now you understand, William Turner,” Calypso breathed into his inner ear. “You have broken what is mine by rights. He is mine, just as you are mine. Bring him back to me, Captain Turner, and I will grant you the boon of death.”
*
Ragetti and Pintel sat with Jack in a tavern off the coast of Peru. Jack drank less than usual and the two dead pirates pretended not to notice. “Tell me about them,” the undead one of three said suddenly. “Has the curse claimed any?”
“Only some,” Pintel offered. “It’s claimed a few of the ones from Barbossa’s lot. Twigg, Grapple, Dog Ear. Bootstrap left years ago, and he remained free of the curse until then. Annie’s fine too.”
“Annie’s fine,” echoed Ragetti into his drink causing Jack and Pintel to both roll their eyes.
“And so are you by the looks of it,” Jack commented, making the innocuous seem loaded with intention.
“Gibbs has only ever loved the sea, as has Annie,” Charlie said before Ed could answer. “They’re fine too.”
Jack’s dark eyes glittered over the top of his mug. “And you two?”
Blushing, Ragetti shrugged leaving Pintel to pick up the slack. “Only ever loved each other,” he muttered gruffly. “Not like that’s ever changed.”
Lips quirked. “Ah.”
Stumbling over his embarrassment, Ragetti looked up. “Captain Turner’s worse for wear, Jack,” he offered softly. “He...he...” Charlie looked to Pintel for help and Ed reached over to push Jack’s shirt out of the way, revealing the scale.
“He is covered with those.”
Jack reached up and brushed the bit of almost metal. “I don’t know how I got this,” he told them truthfully. “I don’t remember anything passed dying the first time. Was I...there?”
“No,” lied Pintel, kicking Ragetti under the table. “But you two are marked.”
“Marked, bound and drawn,” added Charlie ominously, looking out to sea. “Find a cure fast, Jack,” he added. “Things are coming to a close.”
Gold glinted under sunlight. “Always does, Charlie, always does.”
*
William woke in his own bed, the Dutchman floating in her favorite home, between Bermuda and Trinidad. No ships would pass by there. Will rubbed a hand over the railing, feeling her push against his mind like a cat against his leg.
“Annie,” he said when he felt the mulatto’s presence near. “Where are the boys?”
“On land,” she answered. “Said they had some errands to run.”
Will nodded, drawing in an unneeded breath of salt air. “Something’s changed,” he said.
Annie nodded. She placed a careful hand on his shoulder, avoiding the dorsal fin. Darkness flashed in William’s eyes and she tightened her grip. It was always calm before the storm.
*End of Part Four