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The basic plot line and characters and the like of Pirates of the Caribbean belong to Disney et al and not me and I neither make nor seek no profit for my efforts to improve upon it.
Patience is a Virtue
Captain Jack Sparrow was once again enjoying his favourite view. Will Turner bathed in moonlight and rowing toward the Black Pearl. This time his shirt was on, but it was somehow even more enticing than naked Will, the way the neckline drooped down over one shoulder revealing a strong, tanned shoulder and the upper corner of a smooth chest.
Of course, the added knowledge that the boy had a raging erection, courtesy of the Captain himself, increased his enjoyment exponentially.
They’d had a bit of a rough time getting out of Port Royal, racing through the dark, doubling back, avoiding the rapidly increasing search party. They came out of the warren of back alleys and pathways too far up the beach from Jack’s rowboat, so they’d had to borrow this one from some random fisherman. It leaked horribly and Jack’s study of Will’s poetry in motion was interrupted by frequent bailing on Jack’s part.
The boat got them within reach of the Pearl when it listed violently to starboard and the two men, swords and coats in hand, swam the last few yards and climbed aboard. Soon they stood panting and dripping on the deck.
“You didn’t marry Elizabeth,” Jack stated plainly. Of all the things to say, why did he have to bring her up? Where had that come from?
Will shook his head gravely. “No, and I could tell you the story behind that, but does it really matter?”
The boy looked embarrassed. Jack felt his fists clench. What had the wench done to embarrass him? He would make her pay if he got the chance.
Jack became aware they were not alone. “Let’s move out, Gibbs.” Jack ordered.
“Not without Anamaria,” Gibbs protested.
Anamaria? Bloody hell, where was she? Jack could not believe how unreliable his crew could be at times.
“She’s visiting someone, promised to be back by dawn. We can’t just leave her, it’s not like she fell behind, sir.” Gibbs looked Will up and down and smirked. Looked like Jack had at least started to have his way with the lad.
“We weren’t followed, Jack. We can safely wait until dawn, can’t we?”
The captain turned to regard the young man before him. Better than any fantasy he’d ever had. And he’d had plenty of fantasies about Will Turner standing beside him on deck in the middle of the night. But dripping wet like that, he was just too succulent for words.
“I don’t need advice from a whelp who was at sea for a week two years ago.” Jack barked, but the glimmer in his eye betrayed his real response to Will. “A word with you about your attitude is in order, Mr. Turner.”
Will’s brow crease deepened in misunderstanding.
“In my cabin, Mr. Turner.”
Will grinned. Quick lad, that one. “Aye, sir.”
Jack willed himself to not run across the deck. He was positive he looked foolish enough already.
Inside the cabin. Jack took a deep breath. Alone inside his cabin with a dripping, randy, thoroughly debauched-looking Will Turner. Who was at that very moment pulling his drenched shirt off over his head and revealing a set of perfect abdominal muscles, gorgeous well-rounded pectorals and rock hard pebbles for nipples.
He really should tell the boy his father was alive.
Where the hell had that come from? This was bordering on absurd. How could he, Captain Jack Sparrow, think of such a thing at a time like this?
Will was standing inches away now, so close Jack could feel hot breath on his cheek. Will’s damp hair trickled water onto Jack’s shoulder. Black lashes half-hid glimmering chocolate eyes. A single drop of water trailed diagonally across Will’s face, tracing the contour of one perfect cheekbone.
“What is the word you wished to have with me, Captain?” A low, soft voice and well- rounded vowels had never seemed so sexy. Pink tongue snaked out to moisten parted lips.
He’d tell the boy all about his dad. In the morning.
“Desire.” Jack said hoarsely. “I believe the most apt word under the circumstances would be desire.”
He needed that tongue between his lips right away, or he might never breathe again. He sucked the slick muscle into his mouth and moaned around it. Never, never would he let the lad out of his sight again. This was just to good to ever give up.
Will practically clawed at Jack’s shirt, but it didn’t remind Jack of Bootstrap at all. Jack was solely focussed on Will, and it was overwhelming.
“You can truly not conceive of how long I’ve been waiting for this,” Jack mumbled.
Will grinned as he pulled Jack’s shirt up over his head. “Have you never learned that patience is a virtue, Captain Sparrow?” He kissed the pirate’s shoulder. “And that good things come to those that wait?” Will bent his head down and attached his mouth to Jack’s left nipple. He swirled his tongue around the rapidly hardening nub and sucked it gently, worrying it between his lips.
‘Did I teach him that?’ Jack wondered vaguely. Will’s mouth was hot on his chest, Will’s hands were firm on his waist. Will made the most delightful little whimper, which reverberated in Jack’s chest cavity and spread heat down to his toes then back up to his cock. ‘God, yes, I taught him that. I must be a genius!’
More, Jack thought. But he found himself unable to articulate the thought.
Will trailed his tongue, flat and wet, up Jack’s chest, up the side of Jack’s neck, over Jack’s jaw and deposited it directly into Jack’s mouth. Where it belonged, for now.
The two men were locked in a tight embrace, attempting to shuffle toward the bed without removing their tongues from each other’s mouths. Thankfully, it was a calm night and the ship was not rocking too aggressively. No one got hurt when they fell to the mattress.
A rush of cool air filled Jack’s lungs to capacity when Will finally withdrew. Ah, so in spite of the fact that he’d had the boy’s tongue in his mouth, he had not in fact been breathing. Or perhaps, because of the boy’s tongue in his mouth. No matter. He had air now and would use whatever strength or sustenance he could extract from it to heighten his attack on Will’s senses.
He was leaning over Will’s prone body, tongue posed to scorch a path from mouth to neck to chest and down to that delectable navel that he still yearned to tonguefuck when the inevitable, not to mention predictable, knock came on the door.
“Sir, there’s a boat rowing toward us.”
Jack pulled his tongue back into his mouth. Not now, please.
“Sir?”
Oh, for the love of god. “It’s probably just Anamaria, Gibbs. Wait till she’s on board and then we’ll make way.”
“There are three people in the boat, sir.”
Jack looked down at Will. “I simply can’t take responsibility for this particular interuption, savvy. It has to be you. You undoubtedly have the world’s worst timing.”
Will smiled shyly.
“But you more than make up for it by having the world’s most entrancing smile.”
“Patience, Jack
Back on deck, and hastily re-dressed, Jack stared hard at the boat making it’s way to the Pearl. It looked like women. Three women. One had her hair piled up on her head, and when she moved her head sparkled in the fading moonlight.
“It’s that bloody madam, I’ll wager she’s the one who alerted the authorities,” Jack spat out. “What the devil is she doing?”
“I’ll warrant she plans to double her reward money by promising to not tell where the Pearl is, sir.” Gibbs’ hand strayed to the knife he wore in a sheath at his waist. “When she comes aboard I’ll chop her down.”
Will was appalled, and he looked it. “How dare you suggest killing a woman!”
Every pirate within earshot shook their head. Poor kid. He didn’t understand how serious it was to turn someone in.
“You can’t just kill her because you merely suspect ill will. I won’t stand for it.”
Jack quickly stepped between his first mate and his lover. Gibbs looked ready to attack the whelp.
“What is wrong with you people?”
The men turned to see Anamaria climbing over the side of the railing. “You’re resting here like you own the island. The navy is on alert. They’re preparing to set sail and hunt you down, Captain Sparrow.” She glanced at Will. It was pretty obvious Jack had at least begun to have his way with the boy.
The madam’s head appeared over the top of the railing.
“Back, you traitor,” Gibbs warned.
“Is that a way to be treating a guest?” Anamaria slapped Gibbs across the face. “That’s my sister!”
Sister! Dear Lord, was the woman going to collect a relative at every port Jack set anchor in?
Marina DeMaurier hauled herself over the railing and stood in front of Jack. “I suggest you get yourself out of this harbour, dearie. No longer safe for Captain Jack Sparrow in these waters.”
“You have a nerve to tell me what to do after turning me in,” Jack retorted.
Marina laughed. “You think I would turn you in? What about honour among outcasts? You turned yourself in, running through the streets like that, everybody and his brother saw you!” She stepped to the side, in front of Will, and ran an appraising eye over him. He’d obviously been interrupted in the middle of someone having his way with him. Most likely that roguish captain.
Will was mortified. The madam. From the brothel. A movement to his left caught his eye and he saw red hair emerging from below.
Now his humiliation was complete. Not only the madam but the harlot too. And the two of them were now standing in front of him, openly staring at him. Until Anamaria slid her arms around the redhead and distracted her by kissing her neck.
Will’s eyes widened. He’d never seen that before.
The redhead smiled and turned her head to catch Anamaria’s mouth in a mildly frantic kiss. Jack and Will weren’t the only two to be interrupted this night. Marina had dragged the two of them out into the night when she heard about the search party looking for Jack Sparrow, which would lead them to Will Turner, whom she did not want harmed.
“Well, brother, have you nothing to say to me?” Marina demanded.
Will blinked. Was this some special way that people in the underworld talked to each other?
Marina let out a throaty laugh. “I’ll wager a night’s earnings that my mother has a hard time keeping her hands off your father, if he looks half as much like you as Anamaria says.”
Will blinked again. Stunned. The woman may as well have been speaking Latin. He could not comprehend what she was saying.
Jack sensed the hand approaching fast, a split second before he felt the slap across his cheek.
“You bastard, you didn’t even tell him!” Anamaria yelled. “What, were you waiting to have your way with him before you told him his father is alive?”
Will swivelled to face the woman pirate. “What?”
“Alive and well,” Anamaria added.
“And married to our mother. Welcome to the family, little brother.” The madam embraced the blacksmith with genuine fondness.
The pirate captain coughed.
Will turned on him with real anger in his eyes. This wasn’t like when he was angry before. This was seething. Pure ire. “My father is alive?” he said through gritted teeth. Perfect, white, even teeth Jack so desperately wanted to feel grazing his skin and nipping at odd intervals. “And just when were you planning to tell me this?”
Jack shrugged nervously. “Well, I was, of course, waiting for the opportune moment.”
“Captain, they’re shoving off!” came the cry from the crow’s nest. “The Interceptor II is leaving dock!”
“Now is not the opportune moment, Will, if we both wish me to avoid the hangman’s noose. We’ll talk later.”
He hoped.
Next: Chapter 19 Jack's Apology
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