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No, this didn’t really happen. Darn. It’s just made up fun using some characters owned by a seedy movie company and does not turn a profit. Double darn.
Meant to Be
A shining sword glittered as it swung through the air, and Will Turner spun deftly to avoid the blow. His opponent, black eyes glowing with the thrill of battle, laughed and lunged again. Will neatly sidestepped once more.
“He’s very good,” Jack said. “A lot of pirates don’t give Will that much of a workout.”
“And I’ll bet no one gives Will a workout quite like you do, Jonathon,” Alex smirked.
Jack turned his head to look at his sister’s face. “You were always so quiet and proper. When did you develop this naughty streak, eh?”
“Oh, I suppose it was around the time I moved to Paris to become a courtesan.”
Jack winced. “Touché.”
“What about you, my dear brother? You were always the sensitive, artistic type. I thought you’d end up a poet or a painter in some drafty atelier somewhere, with a young apprentice mixing your paints for you, and feeding you grapes when you took a break.”
Jack couldn’t imagine that. “Me?”
“Hmm, and it is peculiar, but in my mind the apprentice always looked a little like your young man out there.” She waved her hand in the direction of Will and Jonathon, who were sparring on the other side of the clearing.
Jack watched his lover and his son.
His son.
He still had a little trouble with that concept, but it was growing on him. Will was showing Jonathon how to grip the hilt of his sword when performing a certain type of lunge. Jonathon was eagerly trying new things, improving by the minute. It was nice they got along so well. Maybe. It might have been unnerving, that Will connected with the boy so easily. Of course, he was closer in age to the boy. Closer in age to the boy than he was to Jack. Jack frowned.
“You pictured me with a young man?”
She nodded sagely. “From the time I was able to picture you as older, there was always a man with you. Do you think I have some sort of ability to see the future?”
“I always thought you were a little too quiet. A little scary. Maybe a bit…”
“Witchy? Yes, I’ve been accused of that. Dangerous business, being accused of being a witch, you know. But I’ve always survived. Always will.”
They stood in silence for a while. Jack kept looking sideways at Alex, to see if she showed any sign at all of jesting. But she gazed evenly at the two figures fighting on the sand with a most solemn expression.
“You don’t have to be a father to him, you know. But he wanted to meet you. And I had to tell you about the inheritance.”
Jack nodded.
“He likes you. He’s quite thrilled his father is a pirate, and a famous one, at that.”
Jack’s eyebrows shot up. “Famous, eh?”
Alex grinned. “Yes, dear. Infamous, even. Tales of the notorious Captain Jack Sparrow have reached England’s shores. I wasn’t sure, at first, that it was you. But as soon as I spotted him…” She pointed at Will again.
Jack was aghast. “Alex, you haven’t seen me since you were fifteen. How on earth could you have known?”
She patted his cheek. “I was always precocious, and you were fairly obvious, even then. I’m not saying anything bad about you, dear. Look at me. My lover is a much younger woman. Mother always said you and I were alike.”
Jack looked at her face. He couldn’t find his sister pretty. She looked too much like him. It was disconcerting, like looking in a mirror. He wondered if he looked as much like her as she looked like him.
“So, you don’t like men then, eh?”
Alex shrugged. Gracefully. She was always graceful. Poised. On display. “It isn’t so much that I don’t like them. I’d just had enough of them. Mixing business and pleasure is dreary after a time. I simply decided to take my pleasure elsewhere. And, believe me, there is much pleasure to be taken.”
“From… Elizabeth?” Jack tried to wrap his head around the idea, but he couldn’t quite manage.
“She’s a delightful girl. Very feisty.”
“If you like that sort of thing,” Jack muttered.
“Inexperienced, but eager to learn. I imagine your Will is much the same way. Or at least he was.”
Jack stiffened. He didn’t think he wanted to hear comparisons of Will and Elizabeth.
“She had such a dreadful time with her husband, Jack, it was awful for her. I’ve never met him, but I’m sure he prefers men, judging by the way he treated her. And by what he did with Charlotte.”
Jack was sure he didn’t want to hear what Norrington used to do with Charlotte.
“He only ever used her mouth, made the poor girl get on her knees every time. He wasn’t mean to her at all, but it was pretty obvious he was pretending she was one of his sailors.”
He’d been right. He hadn’t wanted to hear that at all.
“And then with Elizabeth, oh, awful. No preparation, no romance, just in and out, in out, without so much as a by your leave.”
And there was no way in hell he’d wanted to know that.
“So I wasn’t surprised when I heard about him tying Will up like that and…”
“Alex!”
She stopped talking and looked at her brother, stunned by the vehemence of his shout.
Jack took a deep breath. His hands shot up, waving in the air randomly at first but settling in a pattern that was clearly meant to tell her to stop talking. Pushing her words back where he couldn’t hear them. He swallowed hard. “I know the former Commodore is… I know what he’s like… I don’t like to be reminded of it, savvy?”
She stroked his arm. “Of course, dear. I’m sorry. Kay told me everything. That was so brave of you, diving in after Will like that. And I’m so happy you two are together.”
That did soothe him. He breathed easier and looked over at Will, happy and healthy. Laughing as he talked to Jack’s son.
Jack’s son.
“So, Tessie’s husband is Will’s father. Isn’t that quite the coincidence?” Alex was back to watching the sparring.
“Hmm. That’s not the half of it,” Jack smirked.
Alex bit her lip. “You don’t mean…”
Jack nodded. She would find out sooner or later. Might as well tell her now.
“You and Tessie’s husband?”
“I didn’t know about Marina back then,” Jack tried to explain. Justify. Come to think of it, he and Bootstrap met around the same time he made that visit to Nassau Port. His eyes narrowed. The coincidences were uncanny. “About Jonathon, I mean. And Bootstrap didn’t know about Will. How could he have? I’d never met Will. And Bootstrap hadn’t met Tessie, of course, so there was no connection. ”
“And what about the curse?”
“What curse?” How did she know about the curse?
“Matthew told me about the curse.”
Bloody Matthew.
“And Marina told me about the pirates buying back the gold pieces from her. They must have been cursed too.”
“Aye,” Jack said, warily.
“But you weren’t cursed. Was Bootstrap?”
Jack looked around the clearing to see if anyone might be listening. “Alex, I don’t think Tessie knows about the curse. I don’t think William told her, and I don’t think he wants her to know, really.” Might make him a tad less attractive, if she’d know he was a day away from being a walking skeleton when she met him.
“I won’t say a word!” She promised. Somehow, he had trouble believing that, but she was his long lost sister. It wasn’t as if he could call her out.
She watched Will dive sideways onto the ground, and watched Jonathon mimic his moves perfectly. “You and Bootstrap.” She whistled low. “And now you and Will. And from what Elizabeth told me…”
Jack felt his face turn red. “What did that wench say?”
Alex laughed. “Don’t be so upset about it. And don’t call my girlfriend ‘wench’!” She punched his arm playfully, like she used to when they were children. “She didn’t go into any great detail. She just told me that you and Will seemed, um, very close.”
Jack’s eyes shut. Jesus, how long had that wench been watching?
“And that you were both very beautiful.”
Jack sniffed. He couldn’t dispute Will’s beauty, even if he wasn’t as sure of his own.
“And that you looked to be very much in love.”
Jack wouldn’t argue with that one.
Jonathon rushed over to them. “Did you see? Isn’t he marvellous! Will’s such a great swordsman, and he’s going to teach me everything!”
“That’s lovely, dear, but I won’t have you neglecting the rest of your studies. Now go on back to the village. Your grandmother will have some lunch for you, and then Uncle Alphonse is going to do your lessons with you.”
Will smiled at the brother and sister. He would never stop being amazed by how much they looked alike. He would never stop being dumbfounded by Elizabeth being involved with Jack’s sister, since he knew how much Elizabeth professed to despise Jack.
Alex reached inside her bodice and pulled out a locket on a gold chain. “Have I shown you this, Will?”
He shook his head, and watched as she opened it. Inside were two tiny miniatures, incredibly detailed faces with matching black eyes and hair, the same mouth, the same face, almost. One was Alex, young and pretty. The other was Jack. Also young and pretty, or at least Will thought so.
“My brother painted these for my fourteenth birthday,” Alex said. “Such a talent.”
Will stared at them in wonder.
“I ‘aven’t painted in years,” Jack mumbled. “’m sure I don’t remember how.”
“They’re beautiful.”
Alex snapped the locket shut. “Yes, and I see my brother still has an eye for beauty.” She tilted Will’s chin to one side, her fingers under his beard. “Lovely. Almost enough to make a woman… hmmm. I’m going off to find Elizabeth, if you’ll excuse me.”
Will rubbed his chin where her fingers had been.
“Nosey, she is,” Jack muttered.
Will grinned. “I like her. She’s very nice to me, and Jonathon is a fine lad. Isn’t this wonderful, Jack? I mean, it’s as if it was meant to be.”
Jack shook his head as if to clear it. “What are you talking about?”
Will grabbed his hand. “Well, I thought I was in love with Elizabeth all those years, and now Elizabeth is your sister’s lover.”
“Just how the devil is that ‘meant to be’?”
“I think it’s destiny. You know, my father and you, then my father married Tessie, and her daughter had a baby by you. Then your sister met Marina. It all makes sense.” Will was babbling.
When he got excited, sometimes, he babbled. Jack sucked in his breath and held it, waiting for the babbling to come to an end. “And Elizabeth’s father killed Charlotte’s father, which isn’t a good thing, but it led to Charlotte being Alex’s maid and meeting Marina, and then meeting Anamaria, and she knew Elizabeth’s husband before they were married. I knew him too, of course. Everybody in Port Royal knows him, so that’s not much of a coincidence.”
Jack squinted his eyes shut. A dull pain had started to spread behind them.
“But now Anamaria is having your baby, so her baby will be Jonathon’s cousin. And his brother too. Or sister. And when Tessie has her baby I’ll be a brother, and your son will be his, um, nephew I think. I love having a family.”
Jack opened one eye. Will seemed to be finished. He was grinning and wiping the blade of his sword clean with a rag.
“Are you done, then?”
Will bobbed his head happily, still grinning.
Jack turned suddenly, pushed Will back against the sturdy trunk of a palm and grabbed Will’s wrists, which he pressed down and against the tree. “Good, because there’s only one coincidence I’m actually interested in, savvy?” he growled into Will’s ear.
Will shuddered and dark lashes fell across his cheeks. Jack’s hot breath in his ear made his spine tingle, and a hard thigh was pressing between his legs, forcing them apart.
Jack licked around the rim of Will’s ear. “See, I hid in a smithy one day, and this beautiful man walked in the door.” He pulled Will’s arms back so he could grab the two wrists together on the other side of the tree. Then he had a free hand, which he proceeded to rub along the outside of Will’s thigh. “He was splendid, you know,” Jack whispered between licks of Will’s neck. “He had these long, muscular legs,” Jack squeezed the muscle under his hand. “And powerful arms. Strong he was, and an excellent fighter.”
Will moaned when he felt Jack’s hard cock slide into alignment with his.
“Oh yes,” Jack continued, licking across Will’s throat. “He fought me. And with every thrust and parry, every move, I wanted him more and more. His shirt fell open in the midst of battle, and I wanted to lean forward and lick the sweat from it.” He did just that, and could feel Will’s heart pound under his tongue.
“He would have chopped your head off if you’d done that,” Will said breathlessly.
“Aye, it probably wouldn’t have been worth the risk. But as we fought I noticed more about him.” Jack pressed his whole body against Will’s and writhed. “His beautiful limbs, his lovely chest, those were just the beginning. His face was perfect.” Jack moved his hand up to stroke Will’s flushed cheek. “Really, you have to see it to believe it, it’s gorgeous, mate. He has the most stunning eyes, all fire and water and chocolate.”
Will frowned. “Chocolate?”
Jack looked into his eyes. “Chocolate. Melting, sweet chocolate, like the natives drink. But his taste, oh, his taste is better than chocolate.” He licked across Will’s lips, and was not surprised when they parted from the pressure of his tongue. “I could just taste him forever and be happy.”
Will wriggled his hips so his cock dragged under Jack’s. “I don’t believe you.”
Jack chuckled. “Smart lad. Of course I want more than just to taste him. I want to feel every inch of him. I want to touch him, lick him, kiss him…” Jack had to stop talking because his mouth was full of Will’s tongue. They twisted together against the tree for a minute, mouths devouring, Jack’s hand roaming everywhere, Will’s arms straining against his hold, legs entwined, until Will finally broke free. He grabbed Jack’s shoulders and rolled his hips forward.
“So what was the coincidence?”
Jack grabbed around his waist and the two of them tumbled to the leaves and sand.
“ I wonder, are they always like that?” Alex said from the shade of the trees on the other side of the clearing. “So passionate?”
Elizabeth, walking next to her in search of some privacy, had to concentrate to a ridiculous degree to get any words out. “Pretty well all the time, Kay tells me,” she said finally. “Kay just wishes they would be a little more careful. The children might see.”
Alex nodded thoughtfully. Her brother tossed Will’s shirt over his shoulder and was shimmying out of his own trousers. He stopped all movement when Will pushed his own trousers down over his slim hips, and then Jack suddenly dove down to take Will’s cock in his mouth. “My, my, that is very… passionate.”
“I think there’s a more secluded spot a little further up the trail,” Elizabeth said, unable to take her eyes off Will’s frantically arching back and flailing arms. “Whatever is he doing to him?” Then the two of them shifted and she could see Jack’s arm between Will’s legs, and she had no trouble imagining where his fingers were.
“Really, Elizabeth. It’s most improper for us to be ogling my brother and your ex-fiancé like this. Now where did you say that clearing was?”
Jack lapped at the head of Will’s cock and grinned. The coincidence? Why, that man who walked into the smithy was the same man he would fall in love with…
Next: Chapter 86 Yours, Mine, Ours
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