FIC: Truth and Lies
Title: Signed, Sealed, Delivered, I’m Yours
Part: 5/5 - Truth and Lies
Author: miss_drea_fic
Fandom: Pirates of the Caribbean
Pairing: Jack/Will, Jack/Elizabeth, Will/Elizabeth
Rating: R
Summary: In the late 1800s, there was a town built upon the ocean, it was called Libertalia and William Turner thanked its creation with every breath he took as he walked on its decks.
Disclaimer: The Mouse owns it all.
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“But...but...you’re on land,” Jack said in lieu of a proper greeting. He took two steps forward, shocked when William took two steps back. “William?”
“Jack,” the captain of the Flying Dutchman said evenly. “We have a lot to talk about.”
“Aye,” Jack said urgently. “Like the fact that you’re on land ”
Will rolled his eyes. “Consider it a gift from the Goddess.” But when Jack took another step forward, Will still took another step back. “No, Jack.” The other man drew up short, crossing his arms over his chest as though to keep himself warm. “There is too much we need to speak of and I only have a few hours before dawn.”
“What is there to speak of, dear William?” Jack queried, unfamiliar with the expression in William’s face.
“How much do you know, Jack?” Will promptly asked. “About my curse, and...me.”
Jack blinked at him. “I know what Anaya told me,” he said slowly, “about Elizabeth, and Billy.” Will waited patiently, and Jack finished roughly, “and I know that you love me. Or at least loved me.” In a movement Will hadn’t anticipated, Jack had lunged forward and dragged Will close to him. “But what I don’t know, young Mr. Turner,” he growled, “is why you lied to me.”
Will broke away from him easily. “Lied to you? Sparrow, who are you to speak to me of lies. You don’t know why I’m still cursed, do you?” Jack was silent. “Do you? ” Will raged, and when Jack shook his head Will spun around as though to march back down the hill. He halted at the top, frozen in place. “She wasn’t faithful,” he whispered into the wind.
Jack strained to hear, and took a few steps forward. “She what?” he asked blankly.
Will turned to face him, grief etched into his strong features. “She wasn’t faithful to me. She waited; but she the child she passed as mine was not. He was the son of another man.”
Jack gaped. “William, I am sorry. Who...”
“You.”
Jack paused, denial already on the tip of his tongue. “William,” Jack laughed out, “I kissed the bint, but I certainly never fuc...” the words died on his lips.
...sweat slicked skin pulsating, a high moan...his name...her name...William’s name on both their lips...rum passed between tongues, skin salty and damp with sweat, her mouth on his cock, his lips on her breast, her eyes as he entered her, the way she felt, it was wrong, it was strange, it was wrong...
Will watched the memories leak into Jack’s awareness and sighed. Calypso was right; Jack hadn’t remembered until then. “I don’t blame you. I was fully about to,” he added when Jack looked at him sharply, “but you didn’t know. She got you drunk for that very reason.”
“I don’t understand why Elizabeth would do such a thing. If she knew...” Jack trailed off when Will shook his head.
“She didn’t know. She thought as long as she was there, then I would be free. I’m not free. And I will never be free.”
Jack was suddenly struck at how vulnerable his old friend really was. The world truly did way down on his shoulders, and Jack realized that if he didn’t say something now, William was going to turn and walk away, and there would be no more hope for the rest.
“I’ll wait,” he said fiercely, before Will could turn to go. “I’ll wait. Name a place, tell me where, and I will be there.”
Will looked at him in askance, before he started to laugh. His mirthless chuckles burned at Jack’s pride, but the old pirate merely stepped forward and laid his hand over Will’s forced smile. His laughs cut off in surprise. “Jack?” he asked, muffled by his old lovers hand.
“I will wait,” Jack said again seriously, before replacing his hand with a gentle kiss.
“Jack...” Will breathed, his mind whirling with the possibilities.
The shorter man sat in the dune of sand, pulling Will down with him. “We have a lot to speak about,” Jack reminded him, “and very little time to waste. I want an answer William.”
“An answer to what?” Will asked, and Jack shot him a disbelieving look.
“Why did you lie to me?”
Will thought back to the night that Jack and he had shared on the Pearl just before Elizabeth had betrayed them both. Will had been kept up for hours plagued by thoughts of Jack and Elizabeth, on the choices he had to make. Elizabeth was his destiny, Tia Dalma had shown him that. In order to fulfill his destiny, he had to say good bye to Jack Sparrow. He tried to tell him gently, but the man did not understand. So Will told him to leave and never come back.
“I didn’t know,” Will began slowly, “that before I had fallen asleep...what you had said.”
“You weren’t supposed to hear,” Jack murmured.
“Tia Dalma, or...Calypso, rather, had told me I had a destiny. I thought...that was going to meet it, but you were...in the way,” Will said regretfully. “I didn’t know she meant that I would take Davy Jones place.”
Jack huffed out a dry laugh. “I didn’t think that’s what she meant either. I was dead set against letting you take that from me.”
“Then why did you?” Will asked curiously, “why did you take my hand and stab the heart?”
Jack leaned forward, placing a hand against Will’s cheek. “You were my best,” Jack said simply.
“Best what?”
The enigmatic pirate grinned. “Just the best. I wasn’t going to let you die.” He leaned forward ever so slightly. “And I still won’t...” he finished quietly. Will stared at him, his liquid brown eyes wide and unsure. So he finished the thought with, “savvy?” achingly tenderly.
Will nodded. “Savvy,” he whispered back, then closed the distance between them.
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The old lovers lips met in a gentle caress, lips sliding over lips, tongues sliding over tongues, their love written in their skin. Jack slid forward that extra inch and kissed him deeply, tenderly, but with an inner coiling heat that would not and could not be ignored.
It was Will that deepened the kiss, opening his lips under Jacks to let his tongue slide in to duel with his. Jack tightened his grip on Will’s shirt, pulling him closer, and Will pressed downward until Jack lay back and Will, half on top of him.
Jack smirked up at Will. “This is awfully familiar, whelp,” he said, resting his hands on Will’s hips.
“Don’t call me that,” Will said, but his smile took away the rancor. He glanced at the sky and grinned, pulling away from Jack and sliding down the dunes hill. “Come with me ” he said, and Jack amicably stood and followed his lover down to the surf. Will pulled Jack into the foam that swirled around their ankles, heedless of getting their belongings and clothing wet.
Jack divested Will of his shirt and the waves carried it out to sea. They kissed gently in the laughing surf, the foaming bubbles dancing around their ankles. Jack framed Will’s face in his broad hands, whispering, “‘M so sorry, William,” against his lips.
“Sh,” Will placated him quietly. “It’s in the past now. It’s done, in the past and something we can’t change.” He skated his lips from Jack’s mouth to his jaw. “Would you change it?” he asked, his lips still pressed against Jack’s cheek.
“No,” Jack breathed on a low moan as Will nibbled up his jaw to his ear.
“Do you regret anything? Will continued on the same vein as he laid delicate kisses on Jack’s neck.
“No,” Jack gasped on when Will bite particularly hard on his collarbone.
“Then why are you so worried?”
When Will’s mouth stopped it’s downward motion Jack looked blearily up at him. “Why’d you stop?” he grumbled in lieu of answering his old lover’s question.
Will grinned ruefully at him. “Jack,” he said reproachfully, “I’m not going to have our first time in the ocean of all places ”
Jack rolled his eyes. “It’d give Calypso something to watch.” Will grimaced and muttered something under his breath. “What was that?”
Will smiled seraphically at his pirate lover. “Nothing,” he said innocently, not meeting Jack’s eyes.
The pirate gave him a skeptical look. “What ever you say precious,” he muttered.
The blacksmith turned Captain took a moment to bask in the new pet name and shook his head at Jack. “It’s not important,” Will chuckled.
Jack opened his mouth to protest but Will took that opportunity to kiss him again. Jack decided to concede the fact that William most certainly could kiss, but Jack also knew that whatever William was hiding wouldn’t be hidden for long.
Jack took over the kiss expertly, sinking them to their knees. He broke the kiss however when he realized the water had parted for them, leaving them on slightly damp sand.
The Captain of The Flying Dutchman looked up at the sky to see it lightening. “Jack...” Will said softly, “I have to go.”
“No, you don’t,” the other man said almost desperately.
“Sh, sh...” Will whispered, hugging Jack to him tightly. “August 12th,” he said urgently. “Here. August 12th, ten years from now.” He smiled brightly. “I’ll see you there, lover.”
Jack turned. “I’ll...” he began, but William was gone, a trail of bubbles in his wake. “...Be there.”
Anaya stood on the edge of the dock. “I told you he’d come,” she said with a touch of amusement. She helped him to his feet and then onto the dock itself. “Shall you see him in ten years?” she asked mockingly, as though she already knew the answer to his question.
Jack merely grinned and looped an arm around the girls waist. “Did I,” he began grandly, “ever tell you about the time I met a mermaid?”
Ten Years Later...
Jack stood on the hillside alone above Libertalia’s bustling port. Sunset rose green and William stood in the surf. Jack met him halfway. “Is the curse over?” he asked, shortly, without even a hello.
Will nodded.
“And the ship?”
“Captained.”
“By who?”
Will grinned. “Don’t worry. She’ll be fine.”
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On The Flying Dutchman, Captain Ana Maria watched as the two lovers kissed in the rising moonlight. “Let’s go, men ” she barked, “time’s a-wastin’ ”
Gibbs tugged on his beard just inside her line of vision. “With all due respect Captain,” he began nervously, but Ana Maria rounded on him.
“Gibbs if you ‘bad luck’ at me I will dump your arse into the stars. Now move it ”
He did, stammering apologies and a litany of ‘yes, Cap’ns’. She turned her gaze back to the lovers on the beach. They had lowered themselves into the water, just pressing their foreheads together, tears running down the ex-blacksmiths cheeks, and less lines running through the pirates. She wondered vaguely, what they were going to do about William’s sudden lack of immortality, but she knew that Jack Sparrow wouldn’t let him die. She smiled.
“Let’s go ” she repeated louder as her crew scattered. “We’re going Under ”
Neither lover saw the ship vanish into the sea. It would have been the last time they’d ever see it.
*End
Part: 5/5 - Truth and Lies
Author: miss_drea_fic
Fandom: Pirates of the Caribbean
Pairing: Jack/Will, Jack/Elizabeth, Will/Elizabeth
Rating: R
Summary: In the late 1800s, there was a town built upon the ocean, it was called Libertalia and William Turner thanked its creation with every breath he took as he walked on its decks.
Disclaimer: The Mouse owns it all.
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“But...but...you’re on land,” Jack said in lieu of a proper greeting. He took two steps forward, shocked when William took two steps back. “William?”
“Jack,” the captain of the Flying Dutchman said evenly. “We have a lot to talk about.”
“Aye,” Jack said urgently. “Like the fact that you’re on land ”
Will rolled his eyes. “Consider it a gift from the Goddess.” But when Jack took another step forward, Will still took another step back. “No, Jack.” The other man drew up short, crossing his arms over his chest as though to keep himself warm. “There is too much we need to speak of and I only have a few hours before dawn.”
“What is there to speak of, dear William?” Jack queried, unfamiliar with the expression in William’s face.
“How much do you know, Jack?” Will promptly asked. “About my curse, and...me.”
Jack blinked at him. “I know what Anaya told me,” he said slowly, “about Elizabeth, and Billy.” Will waited patiently, and Jack finished roughly, “and I know that you love me. Or at least loved me.” In a movement Will hadn’t anticipated, Jack had lunged forward and dragged Will close to him. “But what I don’t know, young Mr. Turner,” he growled, “is why you lied to me.”
Will broke away from him easily. “Lied to you? Sparrow, who are you to speak to me of lies. You don’t know why I’m still cursed, do you?” Jack was silent. “Do you? ” Will raged, and when Jack shook his head Will spun around as though to march back down the hill. He halted at the top, frozen in place. “She wasn’t faithful,” he whispered into the wind.
Jack strained to hear, and took a few steps forward. “She what?” he asked blankly.
Will turned to face him, grief etched into his strong features. “She wasn’t faithful to me. She waited; but she the child she passed as mine was not. He was the son of another man.”
Jack gaped. “William, I am sorry. Who...”
“You.”
Jack paused, denial already on the tip of his tongue. “William,” Jack laughed out, “I kissed the bint, but I certainly never fuc...” the words died on his lips.
...sweat slicked skin pulsating, a high moan...his name...her name...William’s name on both their lips...rum passed between tongues, skin salty and damp with sweat, her mouth on his cock, his lips on her breast, her eyes as he entered her, the way she felt, it was wrong, it was strange, it was wrong...
Will watched the memories leak into Jack’s awareness and sighed. Calypso was right; Jack hadn’t remembered until then. “I don’t blame you. I was fully about to,” he added when Jack looked at him sharply, “but you didn’t know. She got you drunk for that very reason.”
“I don’t understand why Elizabeth would do such a thing. If she knew...” Jack trailed off when Will shook his head.
“She didn’t know. She thought as long as she was there, then I would be free. I’m not free. And I will never be free.”
Jack was suddenly struck at how vulnerable his old friend really was. The world truly did way down on his shoulders, and Jack realized that if he didn’t say something now, William was going to turn and walk away, and there would be no more hope for the rest.
“I’ll wait,” he said fiercely, before Will could turn to go. “I’ll wait. Name a place, tell me where, and I will be there.”
Will looked at him in askance, before he started to laugh. His mirthless chuckles burned at Jack’s pride, but the old pirate merely stepped forward and laid his hand over Will’s forced smile. His laughs cut off in surprise. “Jack?” he asked, muffled by his old lovers hand.
“I will wait,” Jack said again seriously, before replacing his hand with a gentle kiss.
“Jack...” Will breathed, his mind whirling with the possibilities.
The shorter man sat in the dune of sand, pulling Will down with him. “We have a lot to speak about,” Jack reminded him, “and very little time to waste. I want an answer William.”
“An answer to what?” Will asked, and Jack shot him a disbelieving look.
“Why did you lie to me?”
Will thought back to the night that Jack and he had shared on the Pearl just before Elizabeth had betrayed them both. Will had been kept up for hours plagued by thoughts of Jack and Elizabeth, on the choices he had to make. Elizabeth was his destiny, Tia Dalma had shown him that. In order to fulfill his destiny, he had to say good bye to Jack Sparrow. He tried to tell him gently, but the man did not understand. So Will told him to leave and never come back.
“I didn’t know,” Will began slowly, “that before I had fallen asleep...what you had said.”
“You weren’t supposed to hear,” Jack murmured.
“Tia Dalma, or...Calypso, rather, had told me I had a destiny. I thought...that was going to meet it, but you were...in the way,” Will said regretfully. “I didn’t know she meant that I would take Davy Jones place.”
Jack huffed out a dry laugh. “I didn’t think that’s what she meant either. I was dead set against letting you take that from me.”
“Then why did you?” Will asked curiously, “why did you take my hand and stab the heart?”
Jack leaned forward, placing a hand against Will’s cheek. “You were my best,” Jack said simply.
“Best what?”
The enigmatic pirate grinned. “Just the best. I wasn’t going to let you die.” He leaned forward ever so slightly. “And I still won’t...” he finished quietly. Will stared at him, his liquid brown eyes wide and unsure. So he finished the thought with, “savvy?” achingly tenderly.
Will nodded. “Savvy,” he whispered back, then closed the distance between them.
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The old lovers lips met in a gentle caress, lips sliding over lips, tongues sliding over tongues, their love written in their skin. Jack slid forward that extra inch and kissed him deeply, tenderly, but with an inner coiling heat that would not and could not be ignored.
It was Will that deepened the kiss, opening his lips under Jacks to let his tongue slide in to duel with his. Jack tightened his grip on Will’s shirt, pulling him closer, and Will pressed downward until Jack lay back and Will, half on top of him.
Jack smirked up at Will. “This is awfully familiar, whelp,” he said, resting his hands on Will’s hips.
“Don’t call me that,” Will said, but his smile took away the rancor. He glanced at the sky and grinned, pulling away from Jack and sliding down the dunes hill. “Come with me ” he said, and Jack amicably stood and followed his lover down to the surf. Will pulled Jack into the foam that swirled around their ankles, heedless of getting their belongings and clothing wet.
Jack divested Will of his shirt and the waves carried it out to sea. They kissed gently in the laughing surf, the foaming bubbles dancing around their ankles. Jack framed Will’s face in his broad hands, whispering, “‘M so sorry, William,” against his lips.
“Sh,” Will placated him quietly. “It’s in the past now. It’s done, in the past and something we can’t change.” He skated his lips from Jack’s mouth to his jaw. “Would you change it?” he asked, his lips still pressed against Jack’s cheek.
“No,” Jack breathed on a low moan as Will nibbled up his jaw to his ear.
“Do you regret anything? Will continued on the same vein as he laid delicate kisses on Jack’s neck.
“No,” Jack gasped on when Will bite particularly hard on his collarbone.
“Then why are you so worried?”
When Will’s mouth stopped it’s downward motion Jack looked blearily up at him. “Why’d you stop?” he grumbled in lieu of answering his old lover’s question.
Will grinned ruefully at him. “Jack,” he said reproachfully, “I’m not going to have our first time in the ocean of all places ”
Jack rolled his eyes. “It’d give Calypso something to watch.” Will grimaced and muttered something under his breath. “What was that?”
Will smiled seraphically at his pirate lover. “Nothing,” he said innocently, not meeting Jack’s eyes.
The pirate gave him a skeptical look. “What ever you say precious,” he muttered.
The blacksmith turned Captain took a moment to bask in the new pet name and shook his head at Jack. “It’s not important,” Will chuckled.
Jack opened his mouth to protest but Will took that opportunity to kiss him again. Jack decided to concede the fact that William most certainly could kiss, but Jack also knew that whatever William was hiding wouldn’t be hidden for long.
Jack took over the kiss expertly, sinking them to their knees. He broke the kiss however when he realized the water had parted for them, leaving them on slightly damp sand.
The Captain of The Flying Dutchman looked up at the sky to see it lightening. “Jack...” Will said softly, “I have to go.”
“No, you don’t,” the other man said almost desperately.
“Sh, sh...” Will whispered, hugging Jack to him tightly. “August 12th,” he said urgently. “Here. August 12th, ten years from now.” He smiled brightly. “I’ll see you there, lover.”
Jack turned. “I’ll...” he began, but William was gone, a trail of bubbles in his wake. “...Be there.”
Anaya stood on the edge of the dock. “I told you he’d come,” she said with a touch of amusement. She helped him to his feet and then onto the dock itself. “Shall you see him in ten years?” she asked mockingly, as though she already knew the answer to his question.
Jack merely grinned and looped an arm around the girls waist. “Did I,” he began grandly, “ever tell you about the time I met a mermaid?”
Ten Years Later...
Jack stood on the hillside alone above Libertalia’s bustling port. Sunset rose green and William stood in the surf. Jack met him halfway. “Is the curse over?” he asked, shortly, without even a hello.
Will nodded.
“And the ship?”
“Captained.”
“By who?”
Will grinned. “Don’t worry. She’ll be fine.”
-
On The Flying Dutchman, Captain Ana Maria watched as the two lovers kissed in the rising moonlight. “Let’s go, men ” she barked, “time’s a-wastin’ ”
Gibbs tugged on his beard just inside her line of vision. “With all due respect Captain,” he began nervously, but Ana Maria rounded on him.
“Gibbs if you ‘bad luck’ at me I will dump your arse into the stars. Now move it ”
He did, stammering apologies and a litany of ‘yes, Cap’ns’. She turned her gaze back to the lovers on the beach. They had lowered themselves into the water, just pressing their foreheads together, tears running down the ex-blacksmiths cheeks, and less lines running through the pirates. She wondered vaguely, what they were going to do about William’s sudden lack of immortality, but she knew that Jack Sparrow wouldn’t let him die. She smiled.
“Let’s go ” she repeated louder as her crew scattered. “We’re going Under ”
Neither lover saw the ship vanish into the sea. It would have been the last time they’d ever see it.
*End