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Disney owns Will and Jack. Aocmoilhuicpa is opposed to human property and thinks that
Will and Jack should belong to no one, and thus be available to play with whomever would desire it.
Personally, I’m on the side of the heathen god on this issue.
But we live in a godless corporate hell, so I have to make this disclaimer and say that I in no way intend
to imply that Disney pirates are all gaygaygay, and do not profit from this fic
(much to the chagrin of my partner, who is starting to resent the amount of time I spend on it. Sigh.)
Truth
Captain Jack Sparrow stared at the empty air before him. He spun to one side, then the other.
No trace of Will Turner. Anywhere. He ran to the alcove to the left and peered in. Then to the archway that led to the water. Where the hell was Will? Soon he had run the full circuit of the cavern, and was on his second lap, when he ran into Alphonse.
“Did you - ?”
Alphonse stepped forward. “I do not think it is entirely malicious.”
Jack spun again, overspun in fact and almost lost his footing, to face Will’s stepbrother. “Malicious? What is malicious?”
Alphonse reached out a hand to steady Jack. “Spiteful. Or cruel.”
Jack pushed his hand away angrily. “I know what malicious means – I’m a bloody pirate! What is it that you think is not malicious?”
Alphonse shrugged. “I’m not sure. It felt cold. But that doesn’t mean it was evil.”
Matthew stared at the space where Will used to be, eyes wide. “You told us about the curse. It was probably what placed the curse on the gold. The spirit. Or god.”
“God?” Jack shook his head. “That’s just superstition…”
“No, Jack. These things exist. Do not disregard the powers of the gods.” Matthew hugged his body. It was the first time Jack had seen him look frightened of anything.
“Something cursed the gold, Jack. And it probably abides here, with the gold. And it doesn’t want us here.”
“Why would a god take Will? There’s no reason. What would a god want with… Bloody hell! He wants Will! Well, he can’t have him! Stupid, heathen bloody scum…”
All three felt the cold air waft over them.
“Perhaps I was hasty.” Jack spoke a little louder. A little slower. “I respect any god who lives in such a fine, upstanding cavern such as this. And I have nothing but high regard for the keeper of the gold. I was the one who returned the last piece, you know… along with the man you took. And I think it would only be proper that you return him to me, as I, um, I am the one responsible for us all being here. And if you want to punish someone it should be me, not him.”
Jack waited, in the cold cavern.
Will Turner couldn’t see anything. He couldn’t hear anything. All he could feel was the cold air wrapped around his body. And a voice in his head. He couldn’t hear the voice, as you might hear someone speaking beside you. He could feel it, as if the words were being formed in his head.
“By the sanction and blessing of Chantico I rule this cavern…” the voice began. Once the story of Chantico’s valley and the decimation of her followers was in his mind, the voice of Aocmoilhuicpa questioned him. “How came you to be here?”
Will struggled to speak, but the words could not come out of his mouth. He turned to the side, felt the cold air buffeting him, holding him up, keeping him prisoner. His arms were pinned to his sides.
“Struggle not, young one, and you will not be damaged. You found this cavern. Why? Think it and I will know.”
Will thought as hard as he could.
Jack stood by the chest of Aztec gold. He stared at the lid, shut tight, hiding the medallions. Bloody cursed gold. Why the devil had they sought out the lights in the first place? He didn’t want the gold. He didn’t need the gold. He only wanted Will back.
And if he didn’t get Will back he’d be taking the gold, all right. He’d be taking the gold and the curse be damned. No one was going to deny Captain Jack Sparrow what was his and not answer for it.
“The pirate cares for you.”
“And I for him.”
“You bring goodness to him.”
“He has always been good.”
“He is evil. He lies. He steals. He takes what is not his. His essence is vile.
“No.”
“He took you.”
“I gave myself.”
“He took you under false pretences.”
“We worked that all out.”
“Even now he keeps secrets.”
“I don’t care.”
“You really don’t!”
Will felt himself turned around. His feet were lifted so he hovered above where he remembered the ground to be.
“I punish people as they deserve to be punished.”
“He doesn’t need to be punished.”
“He offers to take your punishment for you.”
“No, I should take my punishment. Whatever you think I deserve. Do not harm him.”
“Are you sure? I can see inside you. I can see what you do and do not deserve. Do not try to lie.”
“I am not lying. I know Jack isn’t perfect but I don’t care. I love him.”
“You do. And he is not perfect. And it is he that deserves the punishment.’
“For what?”
“For invading my realm. For wanting my gold. I will look into him. If he wants the gold I will punish him.”
“It was my idea to come here, to investigate the lights. It is me you should punish!”
“I don’t think so, young one. I can’t see that in you. You are here to protect and provide for that vermin living on the other side of the island. Just like the other two. But the pirate, he is here for his own reasons.”
“He doesn’t want your gold.”
“Be careful, young one. If you ask to take his punishment again, I might agree.”
“I don’t care.”
“Oh, yes you do. He is contemplating taking the gold as we speak.”
“No.”
“Why not? He wanted it before.”
“He’s changed.”
“You are sure of this?”
Will opened his mouth and felt the cold air at the back of his throat.
There was a thud from behind Jack, and by the time he spun around to see what it was, Will had hit the ground and was looking around with a dazed expression.
Will looked up in time to see Jack disappear into thin air.
“Pirate.”
“God.”
“Aocmoilhuicpa.”
“Whatever you say, mate.”
“Cocksure, aren’t you?”
“Even when I’m scared witless. You’ll never know the truth of it, savvy?”
“Oh, but I will. I can look inside you.”
“Look away, mate. Just leave Will out of this.”
“But the young one is in this. And I will look into you to see by how much. But before I do, tell me, pirate. What do you think I’ll see?”
Jack paused. What would someone see inside him? Years of deceit and lies and attitude had made him loose touch with what was inside.
“Look,” Aocmoilhuicpa commanded him. “Look deep. What do you see?”
Jack looked.
He saw the sea. He saw the Pearl. He saw freedom and fresh salt air. He saw Will standing on the deck beside him with the wind in his hair, eyes squinting just slightly in the sun. Just enough to bring out a hint of the crease Jack loved so much, that little brow crease when he was concentrating or worried or squinting into the sun. The wind blew his hair back, and the salt air made it curl into ringlets Jack wanted to play with it, pull it straight between his fingers and watch it bounce back and rub his face in the softness.
He looked relaxed and healthy and, Jesus, but the lad had gotten broad in the shoulders from his time on the island, building things and blacksmithing and what have you. His sleeves were rolled up so those superb forearms showed, all thick at the elbows but tapering to a nice, strong but slim wrist, with that vein that stuck out and begged to be licked.
But that wasn’t the important thing. The important thing was… when the wind blew just like that it puffed out his shirt, and the neck was open so low Jack could see the exquisite curve of Will’s pectorals, and the way his nipple sat on the swell of his chest like that, so perfect and a little hard due to the chilly wind, or maybe it was something else.
No, that wasn’t the important thing. It ran a close second, or maybe third. If Jack leaned back he would see the way Will’s trousers hugged his arse. That might be second. The way that arse felt under his hands, so high and firm and round and …
But the important thing was that Will looked happy.
Jack fell to the ground with a clatter of sword on rock. The hilt jammed into his side and he swore with enough venom to make Alphonse mutter an involuntary blessing. He looked up and saw Will standing before him, whole and well.
“Luv, you’re back!” he grinned.
“Jack. Are you all right? Matthew says you were gone much longer than I was! What did he do to you?”
Jack rubbed the back of his head. “He? Who? What are you talking about?”
“Aocmoilhuicpa.”
“Aocmo… what? Oh, the god. Yes, well, he wanted to have some words with me, I suppose. Wanted to see if I was after his gold, eh.”
Will rushed to Jack’s side and helped him to his feet. He brushed off Jack’s shoulders and straightened his head scarf.
“Will?”
Will looked down at the floor of the cave.
“Will, don’t worry so, luv. I told him straight. I don’t want his bloody gold. I want you, safe and sound and next to me.”
Aocmoilhuicpa, keeper of the gold of Chantico’s valley, played with the lights of his champion in the evening air and watched the four men pick their way across sharp rock. It was rough going, the way they were laden with the various treasures of the cavern.
None of the Aztec gold, though.
Aocmoilhuicpa was happy. These were decent men. They promised to keep the cavern a secret, and he knew they would. Because they promised, and he saw inside them they would keep their promise. He allowed them to take whatever they could carry of the many treasures Barbossa’s pirates had stashed in the cave. They chose wisely. He could smell the purity of the gold the pirate chose. He could see the usefulness of the tools and weapons the others selected. And he told them they could return in a year to get more, but if anyone approached before then they could expect to die instantly.
It wasn’t as if anyone could happen by the cavern by accident. The way was perilous, and Aocmoilhuicpa would ask Chantico to make it even more perilous, to prevent undue disturbances. But he would look forward to their next visit. He could understand, now, what Chantico saw in these humans. They were bursting with interesting sentiments. Pride and loyalty were quite exhilarating.
And lust. Aocmoilhuicpa could not understand why he had always considered lust to be so evil. Now he saw that lust could be a good thing. And he liked the feel of it.
Yes, the pirate had been quite entertaining. He showed the god so many things he’d never even thought of before. Interesting. Lust, when accompanied by love, was more powerful than even fear. And the things humans did with their bodies! Not possessing a corporeal embodiment, Aocmoilhuicpa had had no idea what humans could do with their bodies. He’d had no idea of the variety of activities, the full range of motion and sensations. And the young one, well, he really was quite remarkably flexible, for a human.
Aocmoilhuicpa had a lot to think about for the next year.
Next: Chapter 68 To Give Thanks
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