2 comments/ 6218 views/ 2 favorites PotC Bluebeard By: Pelaam For Silver Sterling. * Will's fear-filled cry woke Jack with a start. His beloved was sitting upright in the bunk, but the glazed look in Will's eyes meant he was still asleep. This wasn't the first such nightmare, but Jack prayed it would be the last. "It's all right, luv." Jack kept his voice soft and soothing. "You're safe. Let me see those beautiful, brown eyes. Come on, Will. Look at me, look at Jack, luv." "He's coming for me. He's closer." Will never remembered anything he said when he first woke from his nightmare, but Jack found himself increasingly filled with dread. "Who, luv? Who's coming?" "He steals lives. He wants mine." "He'll have to go through me, luv. Just leave it up to Jack. I'll take care of everything. Now let me see those pretty eyes, Will." To Jack's relief, Will blinked several times, and then gazed apologetically down at him. "Sorry, Jack. Was it another bad dream?" "Aye, luv. I wish I knew just what had ye so afeared." "I don't remember the dreams. Just that I'm somewhere dark and cold. I'm waiting for you. I know you're coming. But there's someone else. Someone dangerous and deadly. Then I wake up." Although Will shrugged, and gave Jack a wry smile, Jack felt Will's body tremble. As much as they'd dealt with together, whatever Will faced in his dreams frightened him, and that scared Jack. He reached out, and pulled Will to lie back down. He made himself comfortable between Will's thighs, and gazed at the man he loved. "I love ye, you're my most precious treasure. I'll never abandon ye. That I swear, Will. I'll always come. Always." He dropped his head, and captured Will's mouth in a gentle kiss. He licked at Will's lips, and his tongue surged forward when Will opened eagerly to him. He ran one hand along Will's arm, across his collarbone, and down to his pierced nipple. Will arched and moaned in response. Jack ground his body against Will, elated to feel Will's shaft rising. He moved his hand to caress Will's shaven groin, which contrasted so sharply with his own thick, unruly bush. Then he slid it along the sleek inner thigh. He stroked a finger across Will's hidden portal. His beloved was still relaxed and slick from their earlier lovemaking. "Love me, Jack." Will whispered the words, his breath hot against Jack's cheek. The sultry tone made Jack's shaft throb eagerly. "Aye, Will. That I will," Jack eased a couple of hastily oiled fingers inside Will's heated depths. He was rewarded by a low, deep groan. Will rode the digits before Jack removed them, coating his cock liberally with the oil. Will wrapped his legs around Jack's waist, and Jack pushed forward. He sank slowly into Will, and both men sighed their appreciation. Jack rocked back and forth in a gentle rhythm. He stroked Will to the same tempo. "Faster, Jack." Will caressed Jack's face as he spoke. Jack grinned, and increased his speed. Will groaned openly as Jack angled his thrusts to strike across Will's sweet spot. Will's hands grasped Jack's hips, his fingers digging in to hold Jack in place. Will came with a soft cry of Jack's name, and Jack groaned into Will's shoulder as his seed flowed into the narrow strait that clenched powerfully around his cock. Jack felt his prick slip free of Will's body as he lay in the afterglow. He kissed Will, and spooned around his beloved, as if he could physically protect Will from the nightmares. "Love you, Jack." Will sighed, pushing back into Jack's body. "Love you," Jack murmured, and kissed Will's bare shoulder. "Sleep well, luv." **** From his position at Pearl's wheel, Jack watched Will. His Treasure strode back and forth, directing the crew, and acted as though there were no demons haunting his dreams. The thought made Jack shudder, as if the very air around him had drained of heat. He glanced around, suddenly certain someone was watching him, but he was alone. He frowned. Perhaps my worries for Will are affecting me more than I thought. He looked back at Will, and for a moment their gazes locked. Will smiled at him, and Jack revelled in its warmth. Love you so much, Treasure. Gibbs came to take his turn at the helm, and Jack headed over to Will. "I think it's time to retire, Mr Turner," Jack said, slapping Will on the back. Their relationship was no secret aboard Pearl, it was even known beyond that. But they rarely indulged in over-affectionate play when on duty as captain and first mate. However, Jack's gasp was echoed by one of the crew at Will's reply. "I'll remain on deck awhile. Perhaps take a spell at the wheel. I'm not ready to retire yet, Captain." Jack stared as Will began to walk away. Jack had learned much during the past few years. He knew immediately this wasn't Will rejecting him, this was Will afraid of being rejected. He's afraid because of those dreams. He just won't admit it. "Mr Turner. Perhaps I didn't make myself entirely clear. I am retiring, and I am not retiring alone. Our cabin, if you please." Will turned, and Jack caught a brief glimpse of fear in his Treasure's eyes before Will could hide it. "Jack—" "Now, Will." Jack extended his hand. A thrill of triumph washed over Jack as Will reached out, and Jack clasped his beloved's hand. He pulled Will close, and smiled, trying to convey his love without the need for words. His smile became a grin when Will returned the smile, and blushed delightfully. "Much better," he murmured. He ensured Will preceded him down the stairs and into their cabin, and locked the door behind them. "Talk to me, Will," he urged. "I'm afraid, Jack," Will whispered. "Afraid of the dreams I don't really remember. Afraid of a man who exists there, yet I never see, and don't know. And I'm afraid...I'm afraid I'll drive you away." The last confession was in a tiny voice that went straight to Jack's heart. Jack grasped Will's hips and pulled him into a tight embrace. "Ye have no control over yer dreams, luv," he murmured, nuzzling Will's cheek. "That's not going to cause me to reject you. I'd be the greatest fool that ever lived if I did. I love you, you're my greatest Treasure, Will. The man who made me complete. Whatever the cause of these dreams, we'll figure it out, and we'll deal with it. Just like we have every other challenge." "I love you so much, Jack. So damn much." Jack swooped on Will's lips, and thrust his tongue deep inside Will's unresisting mouth. He tightened his arms around Will's waist as Will's tongue slid sinuously against his. The kiss only broke when they needed to breathe or black out. "Naked. Now. You." Jack was beyond coherent speech. He just wanted Will in their bed, to unite their bodies. To show Will in actions what he lacked the words to say. He threw his clothes aside, his eyes riveted to Will, to the growing expanse of bare, honeyed skin revealed to him. Some parts of Will's delicious body were still pale, and drew Jack's avaricious gaze like a moth to the light. Will was hard, and his slender shaft silently beckoned to Jack. Jack took the couple of steps necessary, and dropped to his knees. He reached behind Will, cupping his tight buttocks, and took Will's cock to the root in one swift move. Will gasped his name and wound his hands into Jack's dreadlocks. Jack ignored the hard wood beneath his knees, and focused on the bittersweet taste of Will's pre-come. Jack listened to Will's soft sounds of pleasure as his Treasure's hard flesh slid back and forth. He roamed his hands over Will's buttocks and thighs, enjoying the feel of warm skin beneath his fingers. "Jack. Close, love. Close." Will's fingers tightened in his hair, and Jack reluctantly pulled away. He rose to his knees, and pulled Will into a deep kiss, plundering his love's willing mouth. They tumbled onto the bed, and Jack reached for the amphora of oil. "Let me taste you, please, Jack." Will's plea made Jack's shaft throb, and he squeezed the base tightly. He wasn't going to spill until he was deep inside Will's luscious body. He moved to kneel astride Will's head, groaning deeply as warm lips and gentle tongue made love to his prick. He settled himself, sucking at Will's shaft while stretching his lover's portal. As soon as Will was ready, Jack moved to take his place between Will's strong thighs. He licked the crease of thigh and groin, and over Will's shaved groin. He hooked one of Will's legs over his shoulder, opening his lover wide, and positioned his hastily oiled weapon against Will's prepared sheath. He pushed forward, slow and steady, sinking deeper into Will until fully anchored in his love's heated depths. He caressed Will's pierced nipple, suckling at the mocha bud while Will's body adjusted to being filled. "Move, Jack. Love me." "Aye, luv. That I will, that I do. Now, always, forever." As Jack leaned down, he moved Will's leg so the limb wrapped around Jack's waist. Will's arms slid around his shoulders, and as they kissed, Jack began to thrust. Long, deep thrusts soon gave way to shorter, sharper jabs, and the air was filled with the sound of shared pleasure, and the pungent scent of musk and sweat. Jack lapped at a droplet of sweat that ran teasingly along Will's throat, sucking at the tender flesh to leave his mark. Will gasped, and Jack thrust faster still. A deep moan from Will made Jack grin. "God, Jack, yes. Harder." Will's low, sultry tone always sent a frisson of excitement along Jack's spine. He snapped his hips faster, and pulled at Will's prick to the same tempo. Another minute passed, and Will's body shook, his moans deepening in timbre. As Will's release spread between them, Jack came. He shuddered through his release, pulse after pulse of his seed filling Will's body. Jack collapsed on Will. Beautiful, perfect. Love you, Will. Jack didn't have the energy to move or speak, but Will petted him murmuring words of love as though he'd heard Jack's words. Jack floated in a sated afterglow. **** Sauntering through the port, Jack smiled continually, pleased that there had been no more bad dreams for Will. He glanced at his Treasure. Will walked tall and proud at Jack's side, and Jack's swagger exaggerated in response. Jack's sharp, darting gaze picked out more than one envious look aimed in his direction. Ah, the advantages with being perceived as a drunk or a scatterbrain. Ye just keep underestimating old Jack and we'll all be fine. "I rather fancy a rum at the hostelry down this way, Mr Turner. Might I have the pleasure of yer company?" Jack sketched a deep bow, and indicated an alleyway. As he stood up grinning, his heart was warmed by the affectionate smile on Will's beautiful face. "You may, Captain Sparrow. Lead on." Jack laughed, and they turned into the alleyway. It was wider and cleaner than many around the dock. This area also contained hotels, of sorts, for those seeking passage on ships. The inn charged a little more for its rum, but the surrounding were clean and pleasant, and, in Jack's mind, that was important. He didn't want his beloved anywhere dark or dingy. Jack entered the tavern with his normal theatrical flourish. The inn keeper shook his head, but his smile was friendly, and he instantly brought out a bottle of rum. With a glance over at Will, he added two glasses to the tray on which he set the bottle. Jack indicated a booth that suited him. Close enough to the back door, or to the galley if needed, not far from the stairs, and with a good view of the entrance and the other tables. Perfect. A buxom tavern wench brought over the tray with the rum and glasses. She barely glanced at Jack, but tried her luck with Will. Jack hid his smirk behind his hand. Will scarcely paid her any attention apart from a murmured 'thanks' as he poured their drinks. Her face fell, and Jack roared with laughter. "Never mind, luv. Ye'll find someone to give ye attention soon enough." The wench glowered at Jack, but clearly knew better than to retort. She whirled, and flounced away, and Will's softer laughter joined in with Jack's raucous guffaws. "I didn't intend to be so obvious," Will said as he picked up his glass. "My presence blinded ye to all else, Treasure. It's to be expected." Jack gave a wolfish grin, and then both men laughed. "To our next successful voyage. Hard to believe we're making such profits legally." The men chinked their glasses. Jack took a hearty swig of rum, Will was more restrained. "You don't miss being a pirate do you?" Will asked. "Some days. When I just want to be following the sun or the wind, and answering to no man," Jack said softly. "But this ensures we're safe. I can still sail Pearl, have the crew around me, and we can be together. The most important thing is us, Will. I'd even give up the sea for ye." Will moved his hand under the table so he could squeeze Jack's knee, mindful of avoiding public displays of affection. "I'd go back to being a blacksmith if I had to," he said. "I love you." The words were mouthed, not spoken aloud, but for Jack they were as good as shouted from the highest yardarm. "Aye, Treasure." Jack's voice was low and hoarse. What he really wanted to do was sweep the man he loved into his arms and kiss him senseless. That thought was filed away for when they were back aboard Pearl. Instead he raised his glass again. "To us, Will," he whispered. "To us, Jack." They clinked their glasses again, and both took hearty drinks. Jack refilled his glass, and topped up Will's, but his attention was caught by a well-dressed lady. She'd come downstairs, and spoken to the inn keeper. Now she was headed in their direction. "We're about to have company, luv," he murmured. The woman's dress silently spoke of her wealth. She picked her way carefully between the tables, lifting her blue silk dress just enough so that its cream lace trim didn't drag across the grimy floor, and revealed dainty, blue satin shoes. There was just enough make-up to enhance her large dark eyes, and full red lips, and her dark hair was in an elegant, upswept style. Now why would such a lady be seeking us out? "Captain Sparrow?" The woman looked at Jack, and glanced briefly at Will. "I'm captain Sparrow," Jack said. "This is my esteemed first mate, Mr Turner. How may I be of assistance?" Jack stood and bowed theatrically, before sitting again with a loud thud. He heard a few laughs, and then people turned away. Just as he'd hoped they would. Nothing unusual about old Jack slightly tipsy. "Please, have a seat." Will indicated a seat opposite Jack, and the woman dabbed at it with a lace handkerchief before sitting, perched nervously on the edge. "Captain Sparrow. My name is Marie du Prey. My fiancé was due to meet me here and take me to the island that will be our home. However, he was taken ill, and the captain paid to take me has taken my fiancé's payment, but left without me. I was told you have a cargo here and will pass by our island, Isle de la Mer. I have a little money. Will you please take me as your passenger?" The woman spoke with a French accent, and dabbed at her eyes with her handkerchief as she relayed her tale. Jack's eyes narrowed as he listened. He knew the island, and it wouldn't take them out of their way too much if he detoured to drop her there. He glanced at Will, who reached to pat Marie's hand, and then indicated to the inn keeper to send over another glass. Marie looked up tearfully, and accepted the rum that Will offered. As she sipped, Will glanced at Jack, and Jack inclined his head a fraction. Such a generous soul, Treasure. Generous and as beautiful on the inside as ye are to behold. "Are you staying here, Mademoiselle du Prey?" Will asked. "I see no reason we can't accommodate you." "Yes. Yes, I have a room upstairs." "Then perhaps ye'd best be returning there, Missie," Jack said, affecting an exaggerated drawl. "We won't leave for a day or so while we get supplies and load our new cargo." "Then you'll take me?" she asked, smiling through her tears. "Aye," Jack said. "I'm sure we can come to a mutually acceptable fee. "We'll return tomorrow evening." Jack sauntered slowly back to Pearl with Will at his side. "Fool of a fiancé if he paid full price upfront," Jack murmured. "Should've paid half, with the balance when she was delivered safe." "If he was ill, he probably wasn't thinking straight. It doesn't take us out of our way to speak of. Easy money, but let's not be greedy." Jack smiled. So typical of his beloved. "Ye'd give her free passage if ye could." Will shrugged. "If I was in need of help, you'd hope someone would be kind to me." Stuck for an immediate reply, Jack made do with poking his tongue at Will, who laughed. Jack intended to give a fair price dependent on the woman's financial circumstances. It wasn't as if she'd need money when they dropped her off. But he wouldn't burden Will with such notions. There would be something else he'd need Will to do while he negotiated Miss du Prey's fee for passage. Jack made love with Will slowly. Will knelt astride him, and Jack barely moved his hips, just a shallow gyration as he stroked Will's shaft. He reached with his other hand to tug gently at the pearl adorning Will's nipple. "More, Jack. Please." Will's voice was a low, deep groan. If he was honest, Jack was nearing the end of his control. The urge to thrust now insistent. "Ride me, Treasure." Jack grasped Will's hips as his lover rode him, sliding up and down the flesh impaling him. Jack moaned as Will clenched his inner muscles on the way down, driving Jack towards his release. Releasing his grip with one hand, Jack stroked Will's prick in the same hard fast temp as Will moved. Will moaned Jack's name, his movements faltering, becoming less rhythmic, as his climax neared. Will came with a cry of Jack's name, and his crème pulsed over Jack's hand, and onto Jack's belly. Jack released Will's spent dick, held tight to Will's hips, and arched his pelvis to be as deep inside his beloved as possible. He came with a choked cry of Will's name, and his seed jettisoned into his lover's tight strait. Will sagged onto Jack's chest, and Jack ran his hands over his beloved's back, whispering words of love as their breathing slowed. When his cock slid free of Will's depths, Jack manoeuvred them to ensure Will nestled in his embrace, and they kissed tenderly. "I love you," Will whispered. "Love you, Treasure."Jack nuzzled Will as his lover settled in his arms. Jack relished the intimacy, the moments of bliss they shared in the afterglow. Will slung one arm across Jack's chest, and pushed one leg between Jack's. Jack sighed happily. There had been no nightmares, they'd been paid well for their last cargo, had another to deliver, and an extra payment coming for the transporting of a woman to her fiancé. Life was good. **** Time passed quickly. Will was busily occupied ensuring all was sorted in regards loading the new cargo, and re-stocking Pearl's supplies. It was therefore heading towards evening before he was able to get away to join Jack. Will headed to the hostel, and caught sight of Jack escorting Miss du Prey through the alley. He smiled affectionately at the sight of Jack swaggering with Marie on his arm. He fell into step with them, on Jack's right. Marie fluttered her fan, and gazed at him over its rim. Sorry to disappoint you, but I belong to Jack. Jack grinned widely, and Will smiled back. They headed to Pearl. Jack led the way aboard, and Will indicated that Marie should follow next. As she got halfway across the gangplank, she turned, and looked back at Will. He gasped, a thrill of fear skittering down his spine. The woman changed. Her dress was faded and tattered, her hair grey and sparse, and her face little more than a skull, with yellow, parchment-like skin clinging tenaciously to it. Her dark eyes still gazed at him, pinning him in place. Then the vision was gone. Marie still looked at him, with a coquettish smile on her lips. PotC Bluebeard Will shook his head. Just a trick of the light. He hoped his nightmares were not about to return. **** The ship reached Marie's island in just two days. She'd attempted to flirt with Will, and he'd brushed her off as firmly, but politely, as possible. It was with a sense of relief that Will stood at the end of the gangplank ready to help Marie onto the island. He held out his hand to Marie as she crossed from Pearl to step onto the island. He gave a polite nod in response to her coquettish smile. "If you please, Mr Turner, Captain Sparrow says it would be permissible for you to escort me ashore. I just want to get to the tavern where I can get a message to my fiancé and let him know I'm here." Will's brows furrowed. Jack made no mention of taking her anywhere. He looked over at Pearl. He was surprised that there was no sign of Jack. He'd expected Jack to be with Marie. It was, however, almost sunset, and darkening rapidly. "He was called by one of his crewmen. I can wait." The sound of longing and sadness in Marie's voice tugged at Will's heartstrings. "No. I can take you. It doesn't seem that far. Mr Gibbs, Please tell Captain Sparrow I'm escorting Mademoiselle du Prey as he agreed." Will was a little shocked that Marie hooked her arm around his. However, her delight was almost palpable, and if they moved swiftly, he could be back at Pearl quickly. Marie almost pulled him along. A disconcerting frisson tingled along his spine. Marie seemed to know exactly where to go, yet this was supposed to be her first visit. She dragged him down a dingy alley, and Will's hand hovered at his sword. This was hardly the place he'd expect her to want to be going. They entered a tattered inn. The inn keeper glanced over, but said nothing, as Marie pulled Will toward the back of the room. Through a blue, smoky haze, Will saw a seated figure. As they approached the table, the man stood, his visage still obscured by the smoke. "I have him, Master." As Marie's words registered, Will reached for his sword, however, the man grasped his wrist in a tight hold, and Marie held fast to his other arm. Will opened his mouth to shout for assistance, but as he did, the stranger loomed forward. Will caught a glimpse of an aged face, dark, malevolent eyes, and a thick blue beard. The stranger was so close his mouth almost touched Will's. He tried to resist as the man took a deep breath, and then Will's body drained of strength. He couldn't break free of the couple, his head spun, and his knees buckled. He sat down heavily, with Marie at his side. "A pleasure to meet you, Will Turner. My name is Bluebeard, and you are my prisoner." Will didn't possess strength enough to form a reply. His mind screamed he needed to run, to get away, but his body remained unresponsive. He watched through heavy-lidded eyes as Bluebeard smiled coldly at him. The man's face looked more youthful, the deep lines had vanished. Bluebeard pulled an envelope from his pocket, and moved to a nearby table. The old man that sat there wore a patch over one eye, and his other looked glassy. Will wanted to catch his attention, but he couldn't even lift one of his hands. "Captain Jack Sparrow will come soon, looking for a woman dressed in blue escorted by a man called William Turner. You'll know Sparrow by his dreadlocks, and love of pretty trinkets. Give him this letter. Tell him I said there's a silver coin in it for you. Come, Will, let's take you to my ship. We have a little journey to make." Will screamed his denial silently, but couldn't resist as Bluebeard pulled him upright, and slung one of his leaden arms across his kidnapper's wide shoulders. He was walked out the back, where a dark coach waited. He looked up at the driver. For a moment he looked as Marie had done; tattered clothing and skeletal face, then he looked human again. "To the ship. Sparrow will follow. He'll do what I want to get this pretty little trinket back." Will gave a groan as he was shoved into the coach. Bluebeard sat close, grinning triumphantly. "All that's needed is the right bait, Pretty. Such a shame. I'd enjoy draining you, but someone else has plans for you." Bluebeard taunted Will, one of his hands stroking Will's cheek as he spoke. Will shut his eyes. I'm sorry, Jack. Come for me. Please, come for me. Jack groaned and gingerly felt the lump on the back of his skull. What happened? I came down to tell the woman we'd arrived and— She was nowhere in sight, and Jack scrambled quickly to his feet. Will was in danger. He knew it to the depths of his soul. He ran upstairs, and out onto the deck. Gibbs stared at him with shock. "Are you—" "Belay that, Joshamee. Where's Will?" Jack overrode his friend's concern, worried only for his precious Treasure. "He went with the woman like you ordered. But he's been gone awhile. I was on my way to find you." "Get a few men together. Will's in trouble. Within minutes, Jack and his men were ashore. Jack accosted the first man he saw. The man confirmed having seen a woman as Jack described, escorted by Will, heading into a nearby tavern. Jack and his party quickly headed in the direction he gave. Jack rushed inside, and looked around. There was no sight of Marie or Will. "I'm Captain Jack Sparrow, and I'm looking for my First Mate, Mr William Turner who came in here as the escort of Marie du Prey. The woman was dressed in blue. Did any of ye see them?" No one answered. Anger and fear warred within Jack. He was about to shout again, when a half-blind seaman came over to him. "Jack Sparrow ye say. I didn't see them exactly, but I have a message for ye." Jack snatched the envelope, ignoring his shaking hands as he ripped it open. He swallowed past a dry, tight throat as he read. I have your pretty trinket Will Turner. The price is your compass. Sail to the next islet, and come ashore tomorrow at noon. No sooner. You'll see a hill. Climb it. I'll be at its peak. Come alone or he dies. Bluebeard Jack clenched his hands into fits, the letter crushed in his fury. "He said ye'd give me silver," the seaman muttered. "And I'll give ye a bit more than he thought." Jack forced his attention back to the man, as the tone of his voice changed. "And what would that be?" he asked. "I didn't see him. But he came close. Close enough for me to tell ye to beware him, Jack Sparrow. Me eyes may be of little use, but there's nothing wrong with these or this." The seaman touched his ears, and then his nose. "He had the smell of death upon him. Like the stink of something too long dead." Jack swallowed again. "That is indeed worthy of silver,' he said, and pressed a couple of coins into the man's hand. "Let's get back to Pearl. Will isn't here, but I know where he's been taken. I'm coming, Will. Will twisted his wrists, hoping to loosen the rope securing them behind his back. He looked around the captain's cabin he'd been left in. Apart from another large, red, leather chair, a table, and a bunk, the room was empty. There was nothing to indicate anyone used it, and nothing Will could see that would help him free himself. He grunted angrily with exertion, ignoring the chafing against his skin, and the warm wetness that tricked toward his hand. The door opened, and Will stilled instantly. He glowered angrily as Bluebeard entered. The predatory gleam in Bluebeard's eyes, sent a frisson of cold fear skittering along Will's spine, but he refused to let it show. He'd faced preternatural creatures before, and bested them. This one would be no different. "I'm glad to see you looking so well. You're quite magnificent." Bluebeard's voice was a low, erotic purr, and completely at odds with his ugly appearance. "But you're a means to an end. Sparrow has the compass that will lead to the Fountain of Youth, and I'll no longer have to rely on draining victims. I'll be free, untouchable, immortal." "Jack's no fool, Bluebeard," Will said. "Oh but he is. He's a fool for love. He'll do whatever I want to get you back. Very touching. Fortunately, I'm not so emotionally encumbered. My wives were useful only insofar as providing me with a ready victim. I need too many, too often to bother with marriage now." Will forced himself not to shrink back into the chair as Bluebeard loomed close. He tried to clamp his mouth shut, but a large, preternaturally strong, hand gripped his jaw, forcing Will to open his mouth wide. He heard Bluebeard inhale deeply, and his strength sapped away. He's draining my energy, feeding off me like some kind of parasite. As Bluebeard moved away, Will slumped, barely able to lift his head. Come for me, soon, Jack, please. **** Jack jumped from the boat even before it reached the beach, powering through the waves onto the land. "Ye have me orders, Mr Gibbs. See they're obeyed." Jack shouted without even turning around. His eyes were fixed on the hill that rose up from the jungle ahead. Somewhere on that hill is my beloved Will, and the one who calls himself Bluebeard will pay dearly if Will is harmed in any way. As Jack ascended, the jungle thinned out. As he finally reached the top, the jungle faded away a few feet before the edge of a steep drop that Jack peered at, and then moved away from. "I knew you'd come. This little trinket was the perfect bait. I hope you have the compass, Sparrow." The soft, seductive voice surprised Jack, but there was no doubt the man who emerged from the jungle opposite Jack was Bluebeard. The attractive, erotic voice contrasted sharply with the man's almost grey face and thick, ugly blue beard. But of more importance to Jack was the sight of Will, bound and gagged, and held securely by a couple of Bluebeard's men. Will's gaze sought Jack's, and it took all of Jack's self control not to jut rush to his beloved's side. Will's eyes held a mix of apology, love, and fear. "Aye. I have it." Jack tore his gaze from Will and focused on his enemy. He pulled out his compass, held it aloft for Bluebeard to see, and then secured it in his waistband. He glared at Bluebeard, but the other man just laughed. "I think the rock over there would be a good place on which to place it, Sparrow. I will come to you, and see if it's the real article." Jack's gaze followed the direction of Bluebeard's pointing finger. There was a boulder a few feet from the cliff's edge. It kept Jack a good distance from Will, but there was also no place for any surprise attack. "Good enough," he said. He set the compass down, and folded his arms, waiting for Bluebeard to come over. He gritted his teeth as Bluebeard ambled toward him. Jack kept his hand by his sword while Bluebeard looked closely at the compass. "The genuine article. But then it would be. I knew you wouldn't risk Will Turner's life with a fake. Very touching." Bluebeard smirked at Jack as he looked up at him. "Release Will, and take the compass," Jack said, his voice low and deadly. "The compass, yes indeed. But as for Will, I'm afraid I owe him to another for the secrets the compass holds." Jack grabbed at his sword, but even his steel would have been useless. Bluebeard's lower jaw dislocated to create an impossibly wide maw. Jack fought to stay upright as Bluebeard exhaled and the breath became a strong wind that threatened to knock Jack backwards. Despite his struggle, Jack's feet slipped, sliding him backwards, towards the cliff edge. He tried to regain his balance, and stop the slide, but there was nothing around him to grasp. He glanced briefly at Will who fought to get free of his captors, and back to Bluebeard who picked up the compass. "No!" Jack yelled out, but it was too late. His feet slipped the last few inches, he toppled over the cliff's edge, and plummeted down. **** With a groan, Jack rolled over, and opened his eyes. He gave an undignified squawk as he looked at a sheer drop onto the rocks below, and rolled back before attempting to sit up as far from the edge of the outcrop on which he'd landed as possible. Ignoring the various aches from his fall, Jack glanced anxiously around. His men would come looking for him, but every minute he remained trapped on the ledge, meant Bluebeard got farther away. Ye'll not be taking my precious Treasure. Not my beautiful Will, ye bastard. Jack stood carefully and looked upward. There was some hand and footholds, but nothing that looked easy. He covered his face with his hands. "I'm coming, Will. I promise. I'm coming. Hold on, luv." Even though he knew Will couldn't hear him, saying the words aloud made Jack feel better. He dropped his hands to see a thick vine slither down the cliff face. Jack eyed the creeper warily. "Hello? Who's up there? Hello!" He scowled at the lack of response, glowering up at the cliff's top. He prodded the vine. Nothing happened. He studied it for a minute. The creeper was thick, green, and looked capable of supporting a man's weight. He tugged experimentally. Keeping as close to the cliff as possible, he grasped it tightly in one hand, and lifted his feet from the ground. He swung there for a moment, and then began to ascend as quickly as possible. Years of climbing ships' masts and rigging gave Jack an advantage. He climbed rapidly. Reaching the top, he flung himself over, and looked at the other end of the vine. He stared disbelievingly. The creeper only reached another foot or so from the edge, and lay unattached to anything. No one held it, and no one could have held it and run into the jungle without Jack getting at least a glimpse of them. He shivered as the air around him cooled rapidly. He scrambled to his feet and looked around. Something was happening. He was cold, and a breeze taunted his dreadlocks, but nothing else moved. I don't feel anything evil. But this isn't natural. He jumped at the sound of his name. But it had come from behind him. He turned slowly. The air shimmered as if affected by a heat haze, yet the breeze blowing around him was cold. Bitterly cold, and he shivered. "Hurry. Danger. Death. Will. Hurry." Jack heard the words clearly, although there seemed to be more than one voice. "I'll hurry all right." He backed away from the voices, then turned and ran into the jungle. The voices and cold air didn't follow. Jack bellowed for his crewmen. They were in the vicinity, and would be looking for him. As his men came running, Jack headed to the beach, and Pearl, jumping over or dodging around flora he felt certain were trying to slow his progress. His men followed as fast as they could. Once he and his men were back aboard Pearl, Jack steered her around to the other side of the island. There was no sign of Bluebeard's vessel. There were any number of small islands in the area, any of which may have been his destination. "Where is he? Where is he?" Jack's voice grew louder as he repeated the question, and turned in a slow circle in front of Pearl's wheel. Some of the crewmen glanced over at him, but most knew well enough to ignore Jack and focus on their work. "Where. Is. He." Jack roared. Chest heaving, Jack stood and waited. Why help me? Why rescue me if you won't help me find Will? A slight breeze tickled his left cheek, and Jack turned into it, trying to see something, anything. The breeze came again, stronger this time. "Please help me find him. He's the other half of my soul. The better part of me, and— and I love him." Jack whispered the confession, hoping it would help. "Love. Help. Danger. Will. Death. Love. Hope." The words were a jumble, again spoken by multiple voices. Jack almost sagged when the air became chill and the breeze grew stronger. "Help. Save. Hope." Jack spun the wheel to catch the breeze, and laughed in triumph when the ship's sails billowed. Pearl surged forward, and Jack focused on ensuring the sails remained caught by the eerie cold breeze. **** Jack sailed through the night, and most of the following day, until a shout from the crow's nest told him they were headed for land Jack recognised the island, and knew its black history. Death in many forms had visited the place, and all attempts to live in the crumbling mansion or revitalise the sugar plantation had thus far failed. Most people left the island swiftly, refusing to speak of what had happened to them. I don't care if Bluebeard's opened the very gates of Hell. If necessary, I'll take on the Devil himself to rescue Will. The cold air filling the ship's sails died away. It was already sunset before they were able to weigh anchor, and consider going ashore. Jack addressed his men. "Will is on this island. I don't know how many men Bluebeard has, but I have the best crew, and we are going ashore to bring Will home." To Jack's relief, his men rumbled their support, and many immediately pulled out cutlasses and daggers, checking them for sharpness. Jack spearheaded the boats going ashore. He stood forward, sword in hand, staring ahead. I'm coming, Treasure. Wait for Jack, luv. No one and nothing impeded their movement inland. The house came into view, silhouetted against the large, full moon that illuminated the night sky. Two upstairs windows were illuminated, and the building seemed to stare malevolently at Jack. He stared fearlessly back. Nothing was going to stop him going after Will. He edged forward, his men followed. They reached the crumbling gate posts, and Jack looked around carefully. He neither saw nor heard anything amiss, and indicated for his men to follow him. As they stepped forward, a blood-chilling shriek rent the night air. The cold air rippled around Jack, and then surged past him. The skewed door flew from its hinges, and then Bluebeard's crewmen appeared. They were little more than animated corpses, and Jack swept his cutlass through the neck of the first to reach him. It immediately turned to dust. "Decapitate the bastards, lads. Forward." Jack yelled his command even as he ran into the house. He glanced around. A small whirlwind floated ahead of him. Jack slashed at another zombie as he followed it. He was led through the house. He leapt over decaying furniture, and shoved aside doors that tried to hinder him. He emerged at the family chapel. Anything that might once have had religious significance was broken, defaced or covered. The walls were daubed with black magic symbols, and black curtains covered the stained glass window at the far end of the chapel behind the altar. The altar on which Will lay bare-chested and unmoving. With a cry of his beloved's name, Jack rushed forward. He stopped when Bluebeard emerged from behind a tattered screen, a long, black dagger in his hand. Will reacted to his voice. He angled his head, moving so slowly that Jack's heart constricted with fear, to look at him. Will mouthed the words "I love you." But Jack was too far away to hear. "Too late, Sparrow. The deal's already made. Sacrifice Turner by the stroke of midnight, and the secret of the Fountain of Youth is mine." Bluebeard's boast made Jack's skin crawl. Then motion to the left of the altar caught his attention. A shadowy figure emerged. Although the man was insubstantial, Jack shook his head in disbelief. You're dead. You died twenty years ago. "Vengeance, Jack. Well worth waiting for. When your precious lover dies, I'll be free of Hell. Free to take my place in this world once more." The ghost taunted Jack, and Jack growled low and deep. "Not while I have breath in my body, Mordecai," Jack shouted. He ran, but he wasn't going to be fast enough. Bluebeard's hand was already falling in a deadly arc to sink the dagger in Will's defenceless chest. The air grew chill around him, and voices cried out. Love. Strength. Light. Free. Love. The knife never met its mark. Instead the blade hit shimmering air that hovered just above Will, and flew from Bluebeard's hand to land at Jack's feet. PotC Bluebeard "The knife is the only weapon that can destroy Bluebeard. Use it, Jack. Free Will Turner. Free us all. Light is with you." The voice was a woman's, although Jack saw no one. He swung his cutlass in a downward arc, it caught the dagger, and sent it spinning upward for Jack to catch. He stalked toward Bluebeard who backed away, but there was nowhere for him to go. "Don't be a fool, Sparrow," Bluebeard shouted. "We can share the Fountain of Youth. Think, man. Immortality." "The love I share with Will is all the immortality I need." Jack caught a glimpse of something dark emerging behind the shadowy form of Mordecai, but his immediate focus was Bluebeard. He and Bluebeard clashed. Bluebeard was strong, but Jack's love for Will made him stronger still. They fought, falling to the ground, and rolled on the floor. Dust and debris stung Jack's eyes, and caught the back of his throat, but he forced Bluebeard onto his back. "Die, ye black-hearted bastard." As he spoke, Jack rammed the dagger as deeply into Blackbeard's heart as he could. The result was instantaneous. Blackbeard aged years in seconds, all the stolen years of life he'd drained from his victims catching up on him. The skin on his face grew thinner, then shrivelled away to leave a skull, which then crumbled to dust. Jack rose to his feet. A large black shadow floated beside Will. "The stroke of twelve has passed, Mordecai. You promised the sacrifice of William Turner in return for me allowing you back into the mortal realm. You failed. Return to Hell." Mordecai's shriek of fury pierced Jack's eardrums, and sent shards of fear to stab at Jack's heart. But although the spectre's hand reached for his precious Will, it was already fading. The man-shape faded, his maniacal screams of rage echoing around the room until he vanished. Jack then focused his attention on the dark, shadow-like mist that swirled around his helpless beloved. The mist moved over Will, but the shimmering air kept it from touching him. The shadow continued to advance until Jack could have reached out and touched it. "I have long-since wanted to have Bluebeard in my thrall and, thanks to you, Jack Sparrow, I have. So in return I give you this; Mordecai was a servant of dark forces long before you sent him to Hell, and he has spent the intervening years in my servitude. Next time, he will be wiser, more cautious. One step at a time." The shadow's voice was cold as ice, and Jack shivered uncontrollably as the creature spoke. He sagged in relief as it dissipated. Love. Joy. Safe. Love. Free. Free. Free. The shimmering air over Will lifted, and cold air whipped past Jack. The covers over the stained glass window were torn away to reveal the image of an angel that took on a golden glow. The shimmering air became silvery spheres, and joyful laughter rang out as the spheres rose, and vanished into the angel's light. One hesitated, and came to float in front of him. "While Bluebeard was alive, we, his victims, were stopped from ascending. " The voice was soft and feminine, and Jack swallowed nervously. "Now, thanks to you and Will, we are free. Your love destroyed Bluebeard. In return, I can tell you this. Mordecai wants to return to the mortal world, find the Fountain of Youth, and take his revenge on you. His arrogance was his downfall this time. Will's soul is bright and pure. While the forces of darkness cannot touch it, its loss would make the world a little darker. Take care. Both of you." The sphere moved from Jack to hover over Will before ascending rapidly. The angel glowed more brightly for a moment, and then the light vanished. Jack continued to stare for a few seconds, and then ran to Will. He cut the ropes holding Will to the altar, and helped his beloved to stand. Will was a weak as a kitten, and his knees buckled immediately. Jack hefted him over his shoulder, and hurried outside, his men gathering around him. He glanced around. Bluebeard's men were nothing but dust and tatters of clothing, as was Marie. They picked their way carefully through the house, and into the cool, clean night air. "I can walk, Jack." At Will's words, Jack set his beloved on his feet. Will swayed a little, but Jack recognised the look of grim determination on his lover's face. "It's over," Jack shouted. "Let's get out of here." **** As soon as they boarded Pearl, Jack bellowed his orders to raise anchor, and get away from the cursed island. Will stood with his back to Jack's chest, his hands on Pearl's wheel. Jack wrapped one arm around his beloved's waist, and covered one of Will's hands with his own. He'd already given Will his jacket to wear to keep out the night chill. He gave a silent prayer of thanks as the ship's sails billowed, and caught the wind taking them away from the island and out into open water. Jack nuzzled continually at Will's neck. He wanted them both naked, in his cabin, their bodies united, but getting them out to sea was paramount. Finally, Will leaned his head back onto Jack's shoulder. "I need you, Jack. Please?" Jack spun Will around in his arms. He crushed their lips together, forcing Will's body back against the wheel. Will responded with equal passion. His fingers dug into Jack's shoulders, and Jack growled his approval. "Mr Gibbs, take the wheel." Jack didn't spare a backward glance. He shoved Will ahead of him, and kept his hand on his lover's shoulder. In the cabin, the sound of tearing cloth, and buttons skittering across the floor, accompanied Jack frantically denuding himself. His clothing was tossed carelessly aside. All he wanted was to make love with his precious Treasure who already lay naked, arms reaching for him, on their bed. Jack took his place between Will's widespread thighs. "I love you. I need you," Will murmured. "I love you, and you will have me. All of me, everything I am is yours, Treasure. Always." Will pulled Jack into a searing kiss. Jack thrust his tongue past Will's lips, tasting his beloved. Will's warm, solid body beneath him, the hard, leaking shaft that rubbed so pleasurably against his own, and the sounds of love and passion drove out the last vestiges of anger, anxiety, and fear from Jack's soul. He's here with me. Alive and well. Jack broke the kiss leaving Will panting heavily. He slithered down his lover's body. He licked each peaked nipple, laved across Will's groin, ignoring the rasp of stubble, and lapped the leaking juices from the pretty prick in his hand. He sucked Will's balls, one at a time, before pushing his lover's legs up to delve lower. Will pulled his legs to his chest as Jack licked along his perineum. Jack stared at the tiny portal exposed to his gaze. He held to Will's thighs, and thrust his tongue past his beloved's defences, tonguing the tiny aperture for long minutes. Jack pulled back, locking gazes with Will. "Love me." Will's voice was deep, sensual, and irresistible. Jack reached for the amphora of oil, drenched two fingers, and eased them into the relaxed opening. Will wasn't going to need much preparation. He rode the fingers wantonly, and Jack slid in a third. It was enough for both of them. Jack slathered oil on his cock, snugged it against Will's portal, and then sank into his beloved's tight, hot depths. Jack stilled when fully sheathed. He balanced his weight on his arms, and gazed down into Will's face. Will looked up at him, and Jack was sure something clicked into place. "Do you feel it too?" Will whispered, a note of awe in his voice. "Aye, luv. Now let me love ye." In reply Will wrapped his legs around Jack's hips, and held tight to Jack's upper arms, and Jack dropped a kiss to Will's lips. They moved together in perfect counterpoint. Their bodies heated and sweated, enabling Jack to slide more easily against Will's body, his lover's chest glistened golden in the lamps' light. The scents of sweat, musk, and that of Will himself were in Jack's nostrils, and he breathed deeply, keeping his thrusts slow and measured. Sounds of love and mutual passion rose into the air. Jack wanted to find completion in Will's beautiful body, but also to keep the precious moment of union, intimacy, and oneness of mind, heart, and soul, before they inexorably moved to a shared climax. They kissed again and again, their tongues sliding in and out of each other's mouths. Finally Jack reached to stroke Will's neglected erection. Will moaned deeply at the touch. "Can't hold back, Jack. Come with me, please." "Aye, luv." Jack increased the speed of his thrusts as Will's body tensed beneath him. Will's release spurted hot and wet between them. Jack lifted his head, and arched his body to get as deeply inside his lover as possible. For a second he was sure they were enveloped in a golden light, and then his vision greyed as his climax crashed through him. Sight and sound vanished as he pumped his hips frantically, and his seed jettisoned powerfully into his beloved Will. Only when he had nothing left to give did Jack collapse against Will's heaving chest. He kissed the skin beneath his lips, too exhausted to do more, and Will draped his arms around him. He lay there, recovering slowly. When his shaft slipped from Will's haven, they moved so that Will lay with his head on Jack's shoulder, and Jack's arms wrapped around Will, holding him securely to Jack's chest. "Was he a lover?" Will's voice was soft, as if afraid to ask the question. But Jack had no intention of avoiding it. "I've never lied to ye, luv. Ye weren't the first in my bed, but ye'll be the last. I shared my bed with others, but my heart has only ever been yours. Twenty years ago it was. Mordecai was a good ten years older than me. Dark, powerful, and handsome, and he knew it. He attracted men and women aplenty. He hooked up with me whenever we hit the same port. He was knowledgeable and exciting. But he liked pain, and I began to avoid him. He wasn't happy. Said he decided when a romance was over." Jack closed his eyes, remembering the man as he'd been; dark, dashing, and exciting. A kiss to his shoulder brought him back to the present. He tilted Will's face up to gaze into the deep brown eyes he loved so much. Nothing mattered as much in Jack's life as his precious Treasure. Not even a vengeful spirit from beyond the grave will take ye from me, Treasure. "You don't have to tell me," Will whispered. "Yes I do, Treasure. He tried kill you." Jack kissed Will, infusing the kiss every ounce of love he possessed for the man in his arms. "He got himself a job aboard my ship. I was just a crewman, and he was second in line to the first mate. The captain was a good man, but Mordecai instigated a mutiny. He was hungry for power, and too impatient to work his way up. I fought with the loyal crew against him. The mutineers were soon bested, and the captain intended to drop them at the next island we encountered. Mordecai lunged at him, and I parried the blow. We fought furiously. First he told me what he'd do when I was in his bed, when I was at his mercy, and then he began to curse me. I finally disarmed him. I didn't want to kill him. I turned to the captain, Marceau drew a dagger, and I ran him through in self defence. He died cursing me, and the captain had his body thrown overboard." "I'm sorry, Jack." "Don't be, luv. Mordecai had a dark side, I was young, and like a moth around a flame. He probably burned a good many in his time. Now he's trying to get vengeance, and you're his target." "You're his target. I'm a means to an end," Will murmured. "He'll have neither of us, luv. We're safe for now. Rest, Treasure. I'll be here to watch over ye." Jack held tight to Will. Eventually, his beloved's grip relaxed, and Jack recognised the rhythmic breathing that meant Will was finally sleeping. But there was no sleep for Jack. He offered silent prayers of thanks for Will's successful rescue, and their continued safety. It'll take more than just prayers. I need to ensure Mordecai never finds his way into this world to threaten Will ever again, and if he does, I swear I'll send him back to Hell for eternity.