FANFIC: THROUGH A GLASS DARKLY - CHAPTER 3
Author: mamazano
Title: THROUGH A GLASS DARKLY
Rating: R (mostly T but with adult themes)
Pairings: None specifically
Disclaimer: Disney owns some, history the rest. Just having fun.
Summary: Set during the Golden Age of Piracy. Jack Sparrow, haunted by demons, is hunting a priceless artifact….
A/N: This is a story of mystery and intrigue, set against the true historical age of pirates. Real people, places and events from history interwoven with the fictional world of Pirates of the Caribbean. An AU set somewhere after CotBP.
Through a Glass Darkly
Chapter 3 - Flotsam and Jetsam
----
We stand on the shore of an ocean,
crying to the night and the emptiness;
Sometimes a voice answers out of the darkness.
But it is a voice of one drowning;
and in a moment the silence returns.
~ Bertrand Russell
Self-pois'd, each soul its course pursues
In light or dark, companionless:
Drop into drop may blend the dews --
The spirit's law is loneliness.
If seemingly two souls unite,
'Tis but as joins yon silent mere
The stream that through it, flashing bright,
Carries its waters swift and clear.
~ Edward Booth Loughran
----
Her lips are fevered heat, devouring in their quest; her hands hot and urgent, reaching beneath his shirt, seeking bare flesh. Her body, writhing with unsated need presses against his, entwining limbs demand fulfillment as fingers deftly free his throbbing cock from imprisoning cloth.
Possessed by powers beyond his control he groans in bliss-filled agony as she lowers herself upon him; the heat of her body sends shivers of exquisite torment throughout him. Pain and pleasure became one as she takes every inch of him, coiling around him, constricting as a serpent.
Her need is all wanting; her demand for completion beyond all reason. They are now like caimáns… entangled, waters roiling in furious mating…her limbs around his, thick coils that ripple in writhing.
She-serpent, she devours her prey, pressing to take in her slickest and deepest reaches the throbbing man beneath her. Both woman and beast…this is her time and this is her season.
Yet she is not done; satisfaction eludes her, she stalks nude through the night, seeking conclusion.
The dawn comes; he smiles quietly and dozes in exhausted repose. She rests as well, coiled at his side. For now she is sated, yet still seeks completion. She rests and she waits, her time will come once again.
----
Jack Sparrow woke to a drenching rain; his mind muddled, it took several minutes for him to remember where he was. Though that did not help much, because where he remembered he was, was not where he was. Which left the question of where was he?
Stumbling to his feet he peered through the driving rain towards the sea, where large waves crashed upon the shore. Along the beach he could make out several objects partially submerged in the swirling foam of the surf. On closer examination they turned out to be half of the escort party that had been transporting him to St. Augustine.
They also turned out to be quite dead. Throats slit, skulls crushed, the attack was vicious and thorough. Their boat lay partially submerged in the surf, all weapons and other objects of value, including provisions were gone.
Jack glanced quickly up and down the beach…there was no sign of the other boat, the other soldiers, their attackers…anyone. There was not a soul in sight. Not even the girl.
----
The surviving party of soldiers reached St. Augustine two days later, with tales of having barely escaped with their lives after having been set upon as they slept. The prisoners they had been transporting were missing and assumed to have been either captured or killed.
They delivered the report from Admiral Salmon about the loss of the Plate Fleet to the horrified governor, Francisco de Corcoles y Martinez who immediately declared martial law in Florida to prevent looting of the treasure. He ordered dispatch boats sent to Cuba and Spain requesting assistance.
----
Reports of the Plate Fleet disaster soon spread throughout the West Indies, a place already teeming with unemployed sailors and pirates looking for prey. The fact that England and Spain were not at war did not seem to bother the pirates…or other interested parties, apparently.
When word reached the New World colonies Governor Spotswood of Virginia went as far as to write to King George I, reporting that… "There is advice of considerable events in these parts that the Spanish Plate Fleet, richly laden, consisting of 11, are, except one, lately cast away in the Gulf of Florida to the southward of St. Augustine. I think it my duty to inform His Majesty of this accident which may be improved to the advantage of His Majesty's subjects by encouraging them to attempt the recovery of some of that immense wealth"
The news, when it reached New Providence, created quite a stir among the pirates that frequented the island. With a treasure fleet wrecked just 50 miles or so away it was difficult to ignore. The taverns were abuzz with the prospects of salvaging some of the treasure despite the fact that King Felipe V had declared all the sunken treasure belonged to Spain and demanded no other country attempt any salvage on the wrecks.
The small group in the corner of the crowded tavern did not join in the speculating and scheming. All the discussion of the wrecked ships brought painful memories to them, having barely survived the storm themselves. The ship they had arrived in sat forlornly in the bay, battered and broken, barely afloat.
The leader of the group shook his head.
“Times like this I find it hard to believe he’s truly gone. The world seems a bit less bright without him.”
One of his companions echoed his sentiments.
“Aye, Cap’n Jack would ‘ave loved a venture like this ‘ne. All that gold for the takin’.”
The others murmured their agreement.
“Aye, that he would.”
They raised their glasses in a toast.
“To Jack Sparrow.”
“A Gentleman of Fortune, ‘e was.”
“A good man.”
“Never be another’n like Cap’n Jack.”
They drank in silence, alone with their memories.
----
Swirling images danced before him.
The cry of death and vengeance descending on the camp. The moans of pleasure escaping from his lips. The screams of men as they fell, their blood spilling red against the white sands. The writhing of naked flesh devouring him. The sheets of rain cold upon his face. The heat of her body, enveloping him... capturing his explosion of seed in searing ecstasy.
Jack stood, alone on the shore…the rain tapering off to a fine mist as the waves receded, taking the dead with them and realized he was totally alone.
Alone. Even the voices in his head had deserted him.
----
The ancient crone came for the girl in her hideous form and swept her charge back into the sea.
“You laid with the human.”
The girl hung her head, having no answer to satisfy the old woman.
“You realize the consequences of your act. No longer will you be welcome in this world.”
She nodded, desire spent in the harsh light of dawn.
“Go, I can no longer protect you.”
The crone, with a sweep of her fins, dove into the waves, leaving the girl standing on the lonely stretch of beach.
----
Title: THROUGH A GLASS DARKLY
Rating: R (mostly T but with adult themes)
Pairings: None specifically
Disclaimer: Disney owns some, history the rest. Just having fun.
Summary: Set during the Golden Age of Piracy. Jack Sparrow, haunted by demons, is hunting a priceless artifact….
A/N: This is a story of mystery and intrigue, set against the true historical age of pirates. Real people, places and events from history interwoven with the fictional world of Pirates of the Caribbean. An AU set somewhere after CotBP.
Through a Glass Darkly
Chapter 3 - Flotsam and Jetsam
----
We stand on the shore of an ocean,
crying to the night and the emptiness;
Sometimes a voice answers out of the darkness.
But it is a voice of one drowning;
and in a moment the silence returns.
~ Bertrand Russell
Self-pois'd, each soul its course pursues
In light or dark, companionless:
Drop into drop may blend the dews --
The spirit's law is loneliness.
If seemingly two souls unite,
'Tis but as joins yon silent mere
The stream that through it, flashing bright,
Carries its waters swift and clear.
~ Edward Booth Loughran
----
Her lips are fevered heat, devouring in their quest; her hands hot and urgent, reaching beneath his shirt, seeking bare flesh. Her body, writhing with unsated need presses against his, entwining limbs demand fulfillment as fingers deftly free his throbbing cock from imprisoning cloth.
Possessed by powers beyond his control he groans in bliss-filled agony as she lowers herself upon him; the heat of her body sends shivers of exquisite torment throughout him. Pain and pleasure became one as she takes every inch of him, coiling around him, constricting as a serpent.
Her need is all wanting; her demand for completion beyond all reason. They are now like caimáns… entangled, waters roiling in furious mating…her limbs around his, thick coils that ripple in writhing.
She-serpent, she devours her prey, pressing to take in her slickest and deepest reaches the throbbing man beneath her. Both woman and beast…this is her time and this is her season.
Yet she is not done; satisfaction eludes her, she stalks nude through the night, seeking conclusion.
The dawn comes; he smiles quietly and dozes in exhausted repose. She rests as well, coiled at his side. For now she is sated, yet still seeks completion. She rests and she waits, her time will come once again.
----
Jack Sparrow woke to a drenching rain; his mind muddled, it took several minutes for him to remember where he was. Though that did not help much, because where he remembered he was, was not where he was. Which left the question of where was he?
Stumbling to his feet he peered through the driving rain towards the sea, where large waves crashed upon the shore. Along the beach he could make out several objects partially submerged in the swirling foam of the surf. On closer examination they turned out to be half of the escort party that had been transporting him to St. Augustine.
They also turned out to be quite dead. Throats slit, skulls crushed, the attack was vicious and thorough. Their boat lay partially submerged in the surf, all weapons and other objects of value, including provisions were gone.
Jack glanced quickly up and down the beach…there was no sign of the other boat, the other soldiers, their attackers…anyone. There was not a soul in sight. Not even the girl.
----
The surviving party of soldiers reached St. Augustine two days later, with tales of having barely escaped with their lives after having been set upon as they slept. The prisoners they had been transporting were missing and assumed to have been either captured or killed.
They delivered the report from Admiral Salmon about the loss of the Plate Fleet to the horrified governor, Francisco de Corcoles y Martinez who immediately declared martial law in Florida to prevent looting of the treasure. He ordered dispatch boats sent to Cuba and Spain requesting assistance.
----
Reports of the Plate Fleet disaster soon spread throughout the West Indies, a place already teeming with unemployed sailors and pirates looking for prey. The fact that England and Spain were not at war did not seem to bother the pirates…or other interested parties, apparently.
When word reached the New World colonies Governor Spotswood of Virginia went as far as to write to King George I, reporting that… "There is advice of considerable events in these parts that the Spanish Plate Fleet, richly laden, consisting of 11, are, except one, lately cast away in the Gulf of Florida to the southward of St. Augustine. I think it my duty to inform His Majesty of this accident which may be improved to the advantage of His Majesty's subjects by encouraging them to attempt the recovery of some of that immense wealth"
The news, when it reached New Providence, created quite a stir among the pirates that frequented the island. With a treasure fleet wrecked just 50 miles or so away it was difficult to ignore. The taverns were abuzz with the prospects of salvaging some of the treasure despite the fact that King Felipe V had declared all the sunken treasure belonged to Spain and demanded no other country attempt any salvage on the wrecks.
The small group in the corner of the crowded tavern did not join in the speculating and scheming. All the discussion of the wrecked ships brought painful memories to them, having barely survived the storm themselves. The ship they had arrived in sat forlornly in the bay, battered and broken, barely afloat.
The leader of the group shook his head.
“Times like this I find it hard to believe he’s truly gone. The world seems a bit less bright without him.”
One of his companions echoed his sentiments.
“Aye, Cap’n Jack would ‘ave loved a venture like this ‘ne. All that gold for the takin’.”
The others murmured their agreement.
“Aye, that he would.”
They raised their glasses in a toast.
“To Jack Sparrow.”
“A Gentleman of Fortune, ‘e was.”
“A good man.”
“Never be another’n like Cap’n Jack.”
They drank in silence, alone with their memories.
----
Swirling images danced before him.
The cry of death and vengeance descending on the camp. The moans of pleasure escaping from his lips. The screams of men as they fell, their blood spilling red against the white sands. The writhing of naked flesh devouring him. The sheets of rain cold upon his face. The heat of her body, enveloping him... capturing his explosion of seed in searing ecstasy.
Jack stood, alone on the shore…the rain tapering off to a fine mist as the waves receded, taking the dead with them and realized he was totally alone.
Alone. Even the voices in his head had deserted him.
----
The ancient crone came for the girl in her hideous form and swept her charge back into the sea.
“You laid with the human.”
The girl hung her head, having no answer to satisfy the old woman.
“You realize the consequences of your act. No longer will you be welcome in this world.”
She nodded, desire spent in the harsh light of dawn.
“Go, I can no longer protect you.”
The crone, with a sweep of her fins, dove into the waves, leaving the girl standing on the lonely stretch of beach.
----