The Eyes of the Sea.

Sequel to Turning a Blind Eye

Fandom: Pirates of the Caribbean

Author: Shara Nesu
Pairing: J/W (of course!)
Rating: NC17 Warning: M/M Graphic sex, and character death.

Disclaimer: Nope, don't own them *sob* Though I am suing for the loss of sanity due to obsession with Jack Sparrow. Soon he will be mine! *evil laugh*

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Distribution: Want, Have, Take.

Summary: Will Turner has been blind for seven years, but he's learned to cope with his handicap and lives a happy life with Captain Jack Sparrow on board the Black Pearl. Then one day they capture a merchant vessel with a certain woman on board. After that Will's whole life changes, and not for the better.

Notes: Thanks to my beta, she really did try. I really must admit that I am not happy with this story, in fact, I think it's pretty bad. Unfortunately, no matter how many times I've tried to rewrite, it just gets worse. However, see what you think. I hope you enjoy.

Will’s POV:

I always come here on this day as I have done for the last seven years. To the point over looking the sea. To the angel gravestone and the final resting-place for one whom I once loved. It always pulls at my heart every time I come here, I always wonder if I could have done more. So much more to save them.

I wish I could see the monument erected here, but I can’t, since I’ve been ninety-percent blind for nearly 14 years. It was hard getting used to it at first, the loss of sight - all the colours of the rainbow everyone else takes for granted gone forever. Now all I can see is light and dark, and make out large shapes. It’s not much, but at least it gives me some advantage over being completely blind. It meant I could learn to work and live again.

I lay the flowers I carry at the graveside and say a small prayer.

“I do miss you,” I whisper. I can’t help but say it, but it’s not entirely true. I guess I say it because I feel guilty, because I don’t really miss them.

I suppose I should explain the changes in my life. How seven years ago my world came crashing down around me with the sound of one word. A word spoken by a woman. A woman called Elizabeth.

~*~*~*~

Seven Years Ago; The Black Pearl - Captained by Jack Sparrow.

“Will?”

The voice startles me and at first I don’t react. Jack’s talking to me about some trinkets he’s discovered in his loot, when a female voice called across the distance. Beside me, Jack stiffens instantly and places a hand on my arm.

“Will!” Louder this time, more positive.

I turn slowly, trying to find the source and owner of the voice.

“Elizabeth,” I whisper to myself. I never dreamed to hear her voice ever again. She had become just a memory for me, a girl I’d loved in my past before Jack. A girl who paled at the side of Captain Sparrow and the emotions I felt for him. A girl who for all intents and purposes should be living the comfortable life in Port Royal. What on earth was she doing here on a merchant vessel? “Jack please, I need to speak to her.”

Jack’s hand tightens on my arm, and I didn’t need to see his face to know that he’s grimacing. “It’s all right, Jack, I just need to speak to her,” I repeat. I step nearer to my lover and pres myself to the length of his firm body. Jack’s hand slip down my arm, to my waist, to finally rest on my hip giving it a quick squeeze.

“Fine, but no funny business,” he growls into my ear. I give him a quick grin and a kiss on his chin. That always softens him up. “Mr Gibbs, please go and invite Mrs Norrington aboard the Pearl!”

Norrington. The name surprises me, even though I know she had married Commodore James Norrington six years earlier. I just never could understand how they ever married. Elizabeth was always a headstrong young girl with a mind of her own. While Commodore Norrington had always thought a women’s place was at home raising children.

It wasn’t long before Elizabeth climbs aboard, and races into my arms, throwing herself at me. The strange body of a female pressing against me is a singular experience. Jack allows few people to touch me. I am his and he doesn’t mind making sure every one knew about it. Elizabeth of course wouldn’t know that. At my side I could feel Jack tensing even without seeing it. He hisses angrily through his teeth, his body reacting behind me in an almost threatening manner.

“Elizabeth!” I cry, giving her a powerful hug, and then I attempt to disengage myself from her embrace.

“Will, oh Will! We thought you dead!” she weeps, her arms remaining fixed around my neck.

“As you can see, he be very much alive and kicking,” Jack snarls from behind me.

“Oh yes, yes. I’m so glad, Will, so glad.” Her arms tighten and I almost choke as she cuts of my air.

“Elizabeth!” I squeak.

“Oh, oh!” Her arms release me and I draw breath. “I’m so sorry. It’s just that this is such a...surprise. You here with err...Jack.”

“That be Captain Sparrow,” Jack complains, and I instantly reach behind my back to lay a hand on his forearm. The action must not have gone unnoticed by Elizabeth because she suddenly clears her throat and steps away from me.

“I’m so pleased that you’ve managed so well, what with the err...eyes and all,” Elizabeth stutters.

“He’s coping just fine,” Jack hisses back.

It’s at times like these I wish I could see what was happening. The looks on their faces. The body language and those kind of things that let you know if a person is hostile or afraid.

“Well, I reckon this reunion needs to be cut short, we can’t be hanging around in theses waters, Will.” I feel his hands slip around my waist and Jack draws me away from Elizabeth, back into his personal bubble.

“Mr Gibbs, please be taking Mrs Norrington back to her ship!”

“Will,” Elizabeth calls, but she’s being escorted away from me and Jack holds on to me even tighter. Once, long ago, I would have called out for her to stop. I’d want to talk to the young girl that I had loved, but now? Now things are different, I am a pirate with a pirate’s mark and I no longer belong to her, only to Jack.

“Goodbye Elizabeth, I wish you well,” I call out, hoping that she can hear me.

Before I know what’s happening, Jack’s dragging me to the wheel and he’s calling for the anchor to be drawn up. The sails are set, the ropes between vessels are cut, and we’re leaving the merchant ship and Elizabeth far behind.

~~I didn’t realise until much later that that meeting had set events in motion that I couldn’t hope to control. That meeting would change my, Jack’, and Elizabeth’s lives forever. It was that meeting that would rip Jack away from me and almost cause my death.~~

~*~*~*~

Sometime later: Captain Jack Sparrow’s Cabin.

“Ooo Jack,” I hiss. My lover is angry. I’ve worked that out from the way that he dragged me to our cabin and quickly stripped me of my clothing. Rough hands pulled at my shirt and trousers, ripping them away as if they were paper. In seconds, I was standing naked before him and unsure what he was planning to do.

“Touched yer,” Jack moans into my ear, as he unexpectedly presses his body against my back. I gasp, stepping back, hopefully into his arms but he’s already gone.

“Jack, please,” I groan, my body reacting to his jealousy. There are times I’d make him jealous on purpose, he’d know of course, but it would always lead to lots of Jack’s touching and other things - intimate things. He seems to view touching me as claiming me, even though I can’t see it or people’s reaction to it. I know that the whole crew is aware of how Jack stakes his ownership. I don’t mind his possessiveness. I beg for it at times. It makes me feel wanted. Whole. Free. Even though blind, with Jack, I fear for nothing.

“Touched yer,” Jack snarls again, this time his strong, finely boned hands grip my naked hips. I can’t move and Jack manoeuvres me around until I’m forced to climb onto the bed. He makes me kneel on the edge of it, my back to him and my head down.

“Jack.” It’s the only words apart from moans that can escape my mouth at this moment. I don’t know if Jack really understands how much this arouses me. How much I love his strong armed approach when he wants to make me his.

“Put yer head down on the bunk,” he whispers into my ear and I shiver.

Jack’s amazing hands guide me down by the hips, until I’m pressing my forehead into the clean sheets, and he’s lifting my ass high into the air.

“Ohhh!” I cry, my cock throbbing at his domineering actions. I eagerly spread my legs, widening the gap between my knees.

“Will, could ya be a little less eager,” Jack complains suddenly.

I laugh into the bed. He’s trying to be all dominant and forceful, claiming his territory and all. While me, I’m spreading my legs like a well-oiled whore. “I’m a slut for you,” I laugh.

“Didn’t like her touching you,” Jack whispers, and he tenderly presses his head between my shoulder blades. “Thought yer might...”

Damn. He believes I might still feel something for her. That some part of me even now loved Elizabeth. I guess I can see where he’s coming from. When I first met him I said that I would die for Elizabeth. It was only though blindness that had caused me to stay aboard his ship. Although, never ever did I accept his advances as second best. I fell out of love with Elizabeth and into love with Jack. Jack held no second place in my heart. I loved him pure and simple.

“I love you, Jack,” I reply, and with great yearning wriggle my hips up into his grasp.

Jack laughs suddenly, the tension broken and his fears, at the moment, were put aside. Strong fingers start to stroke my ass, and then moves down until one oiled digit enters my waiting hole. I gasp and wriggle even more. Soon a second digit slides in next to the first and he starts to scissor and rotate them.

“I’m yours, Jack.” I grunt out as a third and final finger enters my tightness.

Jack gasps and makes all these little noises of lust and desire that drive me insane. I just want him in me. I want him touching me. Loving me. Claiming me. I want his fear to go away and know that I’m always to be his.

Abruptly, Jack’s fingers leave me and he grasps my hips. He lifts me a little more, stretching my legs, until something much larger is pressing against my ass. I yelp as pressure is applied and subsequently the blunt head of Jack’s cock presses against my tiny hole. For a moment nothing happens, but then he breaches me and I’m screaming in desperate desire.

“Please,” I beg even before he starts.

“Little whore,” Jack laughs and with one sharp thrust is entirely encased within me. I cry out with a little pain, but soon the pleasure takes over, and I’m rocking back and forth on that little bunk. My body tenses and I tighten the muscles around Jack’s prick. He groans and with slow, deep, hard, thrusting strokes he starts to move. I yell as his cock is shoved in deep, almost touching my belly, and then withdraws making me cry out with the feeling of loss. After that he thrusts forward filling me again, and I’m begging for more as I feel so completely full, more than I’ve ever felt before.

Jack’s thrusts are controlled and timed, his body holding back from the desperate desire to pound me into the bunk-head. Then again, he could have been torturing me and trying to send me daft with lust. Unexpectedly, just as I think I can take no more of his slow thrusting, Jack pushes me forward and climbs onto the bed behind me. He’s kneeling on the bed and his pounding is going a hell of a lot deeper. I claw at the bedding as he starts to grind into me, sharp and hard, making me yelp with each pull out and push forward. I’m so lost in his touch. The whole world comes crashing down as Jack fucks me blind.

“Mine,” Jack snarls into my ear, and I’m thoroughly agreeing. No one, not even Elizabeth could ever make me feel like Jack does. Never.

Jack’s fingers glide up my back, sliding on the sweat of our passion, until he takes hold of my shoulders and pulls me back. I lift up, sitting on his thrusting dick, burying it deeper within. His arms wrap around my waist and he holds so tight. Tight as if I’d suddenly disappear from his arms at any moment. I hear and feel his soft grunt, blowing hot air into my ear. His arms too tight around me, and under my legs I’m slapped by his flexing muscles as he lifts and shoves forward. Without one touch on my aching cock, I come screaming his name in orgasm, lost in the ecstasy of getting thoroughly fucked by Jack Sparrow.

No not fucked. Made love to. Made love to with the most incredible passion and desire. And want. And need. And desperation.

I’m still yelling my climax as Jack stiffens behind me, and with one almightily thrust he buries his length within me as it starts to pulse out its load. That leads to more yelling on my part, as I enter a second startling orgasm. Sharp teeth are buried into my shoulder and Jack bites hard. I release my last yell and fall to pieces, completely sated into his arms. We both drop sideways, collapsing into the bed. Jack’s arms still locked around me, his softening cock slowly slipping out of my drenched hole, and all I can think is that *this* is perfection.

~*~*~*~

It’s late morning when Jack and I awaken. He’s still pressed naked against my back, a heavy arm over my middle. He grunts softly as I shift in his arms, but doesn’t awaken. I do this every morning. If I’m not facing Jack, I always turn over so I can touch his face just as I wake up. I wish I could see it. What it would look like while he’s deep in sleep? His body wrapped around mine. Do his eyes soften? Does his beard look crinkled and out of sorts? Does his hair look like a crow’s nest? Does he look innocent as child as he dreams of me? Well, he’d better dream of me.

I laugh softly at my silly, and a little sad thoughts. As my morning tradition goes - I reach out with gentle hands and touch his face. He feels so warm and soft. I can feel his soft breath blowing against my palms. His breath hitches a moment and I know he’s awake when a wet tongue commences to lave my fingers.

“Morning, luv,” he says huskily.

“Morning, Jack,” I reply with a smile. His hands stroke up the length of my body and he guides my head down to press our lips together. My mornings have never been so perfect. I want nothing to change this - ever.

We kiss gently, but as our desire grows so does the kiss until we’re passionately fighting with tongues and lips. Hands slide over bed-warmed skin and we press together. I cry out into Jack’s mouth as one sly hand finds my hardening cock and begins to stroke it. Not to be out done, I let my hands wander downward, squeezing tight nipples before I pull at his pubic hair. Jack grunts into my mouth, and I shove my tongue deeper inside taking control of the kiss. My hand wraps around his erect cock, he’s hard and already dripping onto his stomach. I’m not far behind, and I’m soon panting as his clever hand quickly brings me to the brink of orgasm. I return the favour and start to stoke him just as forcibly. We don’t last long, maybe just minutes and before I know what’s happening I scream my climax, Jack’s voice joining mine a breath after.

We collapse back onto the bed and Jack holds me tight. “Never leave me, luv,” he whispers into my ear. He’s never said that before.

The morning continues much the same as every day before it. There’s always too much work to be done on board ship and none of the crew have any time to be idle. Before I know it, it’s past lunch and Jack comes over to me at the wheel with refreshments (including a bottle of rum for him). The day is like every other. It started like every other for the past seven years. I expected it to continue like every other...but it doesn’t.

Out of the blue a cry goes up! “English!” The call echoes around the ship, more join in as the crew rush to battle stations. ‘English’ is a called out when the lookout spots an English naval war-ship. We’ve run into them before, but lately they have been scouting these waters with more fervour. Jack had been talking of going over to Africa for a few months until they reduce their patrols. At the sight of a naval warship we usually turn tail and run. Those galleon-sized vessels carry too many men and far too many armouries for us to stand and fight. They also sail heavy in the water making running easier.

Jack takes the wheel, gives the order to ready the guns and prepares to retreat. Men are rushing around, hauling the sails up, and loading the guns. At times like these I feel useless because of my blindness and incapacities. I know I can’t really do a lot, so I manage to stay out the way.

Suddenly, there is a cry of a second war-ship. Then a third. This is most unusual. A fourth ship is spotted. We are surrounded.

Jack knows we’re done for. He takes my hand and holds me tight against him as he controls the wheel. If we go down it will be together with the Pearl. I hear the crew holler abuse as the ships get closer, and closer, and closer.

“Parley!” A shout goes out and I know it’s not from the Black pearl. “We wish to speak to Captain Sparrow.”

This is new. I tighten my hold on Jack and he wraps an arm around my middle. “I’ll be Captain Sparrow!” he yells back, and he guides me over to the edge of the ship. I catch the rail with my hand and try to face in the direction of the voice. It sounds a little familiar.

“Captain Sparrow, we meet again.”

Norrington. It‘s Commodore Norrington. But what is he doing in these waters? It’s a little out of his jurisdiction, but then I remember Elizabeth. He could have set out to meet her on the merchant vessel. Damn!

“What do yer want?” Jack snarls with one hand on my hip and the other reaching for his pistol.

“I have come with a proposition!” Norrington yells back. “You will give up your hostage, Mr William Turner and I’ll allow you to go free!”

Hostage!? Me a hostage? Believe me, I’m totally here because I damn well want to be. No one is holding me prisoner.

“Give up Mr Turner, and I won’t be forced to kill you and sink your *lovely* boat.”

“Ship,” Jack replies under his breath, “finest ship on the seven seas.” He yells back louder for Norrington to hear. “Mr Turner is not a hostage but a member of my crew!”

“Really, Mr Sparrow. How can a blind man be a member of your crew? Next you’ll tell me he’s your navigator!”

“It’s Captain Sparrow,” Jack bellows, “And Will belongs here.”

I’m lost for words on what has just happened. I’m in the position of threatening all the lives of the Pearl’s crew and Jack. If only we had never taken that merchant vessel. If only I had never seen Elizabeth again this would wouldn’t have happened. I can’t let Jack be hurt, or the Pearl.

“Ready the cannons,” Norrington shouts to his crew, and I make my decision.

“Jack, you have to let me go.” I wriggle out of his embrace and stand aside.

“What!?” He tries to grab me, but I push his hands away. Tears are burning my eyes but I can’t let them fall. I know that Norrington would have no problem blowing this ship and her crew out of the water. Jack and the others are pirates and the only thing they are good for, to him, is to be hanged. However, I have the power to save him...I hope. I pray that Norrington is true to his word.

“Commodore, I will come aboard, but you have to let the Black Pearl free.”

“Will, no!” Jack tries to catch me, but I make my choice. I want to say so much to him, but I can’t. I turn and dive into the water below. “WILL!”

“Man overboard!”

*~*

I don’t know what happened to Jack and the Pearl. I only know that when I was pulled from the water he and his ship was gone. It was Norrington’s men that pulled me out. Everything was a bit of blur after that. I didn’t know where I was; I was totally lost in my surroundings. A man had to guide me into a cabin and there I was left. Not long after when I was changed and warm, a woman enters my room. I know it’s a woman, I can smell her flowery perfume.

“Elizabeth,” I say her name with a sigh and let a couple of frustrated tears run free.

“Oh Will,” she cries, running over to me and wrapping her arms around my neck. I don’t return her embrace; I can only stand still and stiff as she holds me. After a moment, she feels me stiffen and steps back. “Will, I never dreamed you would still be alive. It must have been awful, but you’re safe now.”

The tears fall. I can’t hold them back. She’s kidnapped me from the only home I’ve known for the last seven years. She’s taken me from my lover and she say’s it must have been awful?! This is awful. Parting from Jack *is* awful. I sit and cry, and Elizabeth holds me, comforts me. I’m not comforted, only one person can ever do that and now he’s gone.

~*~*~*~

It takes three days to reach Port Royal. We arrive around the middle of the day and I was led from the ship, and further into the town. Elizabeth was constantly at my side, but I couldn’t speak to her. Over the last few days I had learned that Jack and the Pearl escaped as I dove into the water. Elizabeth had informed me that Jack had howled with fury at my escape. That the crew were forced to hold him back from attacking as they steered their way out of the blockade. Jack screaming my name until they vanished in the distance. Elizabeth had made Norrington keep his word, and for that I was grateful.

I couldn’t speak to her at all after she told me about Jack’s escape. She made it sound so wrong, and in my mind’s eye I could almost see what really happened. I’m glad the crew made the decision to run and fight another day. Jack wouldn’t have. He would have stayed and died. I know that. Though, I can’t help but feel hurt...no, I feel devastated by it. I suffer the pain of abandonment. I know it wasn’t Jack choice, but that doesn't make it hurt less.

After a short walk we arrive in what must have been the governor's house. I don’t really know it very well, since I’d only ever been in the entrance hall. I feel so lost and so bloody blind for the first time in years! Jack never made me feel like that. As we arrive, Elizabeth suddenly shouts for someone.

“Will!” The name surprises me because I‘m standing right here next to her. Then with the pounding of small feet down the stairs, I finally understand. A child runs up to us and flings his arms around his mother.

“Mother!” he cries joyfully and Elizabeth laughs.

“Will, there’s someone I want you to meet.” I hear her set the child down, and from the dark and light outlines I could make out his small figure standing before me.

“You blind, sir?” he asks cheekily. I feel a whoosh of air blowing before my face and I know he’s waving his hand in front of me. I catch his arm making him gasp.

“Yes, but not entirely.”

“Will,” Elizabeth scolds. I let the boy’s arm go.

“Will this is my old friend, William Turner.”

“Hey, you have my name!” Will cries, “That’s no fair!”

I laugh at the innocence of the boy and decide that we are going to be friends after all.

~*~*~*~

The introductions to the staff are awkward. I don’t like being on dry land and I hate the house. It’s so confining and there are so many dark shadows and black corners everywhere that it kept confusing me, making it almost impossible for me to get around on my own. I long to be back aboard the Black Pearl. At least the deck keeps swaying and I know her decks like the back of my hand. I miss the ocean, but I miss Jack more.

Elizabeth arranges for me to have my own room, and has dinner brought up to me. I thank her, but I can’t say more. She’s hurt me too much and I feel far too bitter to even try to explain why. I know she would never understand Jack and I. That we are lovers.

Will’s another subject entirely. The boy’s constantly moving around and asking all sorts of questions. I answer as best I can. As soon as he learns I lived aboard ship he never shuts up, and has to be dragged away at bedtime by his governess. I’m sure he’d have talked forever if they let him. So passes my first day back at Port Royal.

~*~*~*~

The next few days of confinement in Elizabeth’s house fell like I’ve been imprisoned for an eternity. I’m completely lost without Jack, unable to find my way around and constantly badgered by Commodore Norrington. He certainly doesn’t believe Elizabeth’s story of my being held captive against my will, because it wasn’t true, but I play along for the moment. I need to discover, catalogue and dissect my surroundings. When I have learned how to get around without aid, I can make an escape plan.

Elizabeth, however, is my biggest problem. She never leaves me alone, constantly there and guiding me around like a two year old. In so many ways I’m beginning to feel sorry for her. That young carefree girl has turned into an embittered wife and mother. Her wild independence has been tamed and she is resentful of that. To top it all of I fell sad, almost regretful for her, that if I hadn’t have been blinded her life would have turned out very different. She might have been Mrs Turner, and I think she believes that too. I might once have considered it might be true, but then I’ll picture Jack in my mind and I know no matter what, I’d always have loved him.

The boy, Will, on the other hand is the one person that keeps me sane. The young six-year-old reminds me so much of Jack. He’s intelligent, wild too almost hyper, and completely besotted with tales of pirates. Especially ones about the Black Pearl. He spends as much time as he can with me, and I tell him everything about my life, Jack and the Pearl. He wants to grow up to be a pirate, which constantly irks Norrington.

As the days past, I grow more and more wary of the Commodore. He rules his household with an iron fist and I become fearful of stepping out of line. He’s caught me more than once trying to work out the distance of the garden, to the gate, to the house and beyond. I believe he knows I’m planning my escape and keeps a more watchful eye on me.

Two weeks after my arrival at Norrington’s house, my patience with Elizabeth finally snaps. I can’t stand listening to her put Jack down, or tell me how terrible my life has been for another second. I’m too angry to be sensible and I snap.

“Oh Will, we must surely do something with your hair. It makes you look like that Jack Sparrow, all knotted with trinkets,” she starts to finger my hair, pulling at a row of pearls that Jack had pierced and strung my hair through. “It must have been terrible; every day spent a prisoner on that ship.”

A prisoner! Once upon a time she would have thought it freedom! She’s changed so much over the last seven years that I no longer know her.

“Leave it,” I snarl finally, smacking her hands away from my hair. “I’m so sick and tired of your complaining Elizabeth! It’s not my fault your life hasn‘t turned out as you hoped! And I was never a prisoner! Jack and I were lovers!”

*Not* the right words to say. Elizabeth cries out in shock and I hear soft male laughter at the door. Blast!

“So Mr Turner, I can charge you with piracy *and* sodomy.”

I‘ve really let myself in for it now. If only I had kept my cool, but Elizabeth had pushed it too far. The way that Jack had done my hair was so special to me. It was the first time he’d touched me, to plait my hair out of my eyes and tie a trinket at the bottom. And with Elizabeth constantly going on about my being a prisoner and her lack of freedom - it finally broken me. I had lost my cool and now it was going to cost me dearly.

And cost me it does. Before I know what’s happening, Norrington has me dragged away to the Port and imprisoned with the other Pirates awaiting their appointment with the hangman. Elizabeth screams and begs for me not to be taken, and I realise how much she’d been hurt. Life had turned out the worst possible way for her. Yet, I couldn’t wish for mine to change. I never regretted choosing to love and life with Jack all these years. I wouldn’t even have exchanged my blindness for sight if it meant losing him.

~*~*~*~

It’s at nighttime when Norrington’s men drag me down into the cells of the port. I know there would be no trial, and not even Elizabeth can change the bastard’s mind. It’s so dark as they heave me down the steps, and I become lost and unable to see the shapes before me. Fear rises up and turns to terror as a voice calls out.

“Well, well if it isn’t Captn’ Sparrows littl’ whore.”

I tense at the sound of the male voice, instantly recognising it. Over the last few years the English Navy had put its foot down with the pirates on these waters, and in retaliation many of them had banded together to create their own little naval force. These pirates cared little for treasure, taking only what they could survive on. No they yearned - lived - for bloodshed. One of their leaders, the man with me now, was called Captain Elvin Black. He was a vicious man, uglier than an octopus or so Jack said. He had approached Jack on many occasions while we were in Tortuga, trying to get him to join his warlike brotherhood. The Black Pearl had gained a name that instilled fear, and her Captain was considered clever but little barmy too. Jack had always refused and it usually led to a fight. In the end, Jack would leave Black lying bloodied on the floor with an arm around my waist and telling him to leave us alone. Off course, I was seen as the main reason why Jack wouldn’t join them. I’d made him a love sick, weak fool and had to be gotten rid off.

I didn’t answer to Black’s call, but instead slowly made my way to the corner of the cell and sat down.

“Ya sure are a pretty boy,” Black growls, and for a fearful moment I wonder if I’m in the same cell as him, yet no one made a move on me. “What they hangin’ yer for? Letting Jack stick his big dick up yer ass?”

I shiver at the words but I don’t answer. In the end, Black gives up calling me a whore and sodomite, and everything is once again quiet. The cell is cold and damp, making my bones ache. I’ve never been on land so long over the last seven years. I’d always lived on board ship, moving from one place to another, following the warm winds of the Caribbean. I miss that more than anything. The sway of the boat. The warm sun on my face. Jack’s hands on my body. My throat tightens and I feel a sob rising. I fight it back, I can’t cry in front of these men. I’m sorry for Elizabeth and how badly her life has turned out, but I cannot change it. Mine was hard too when I first became blind. It was hard falling in love with Jack. It’s been hard relearning so many normal things everyone else takes for granted - like dressing, shaving, even eating. It’s hard to hear men call me a whore, or a woman, or something else along those lines, yet, I wouldn’t ever leave Jack. I’m sorry for Elizabeth, I’m sorry I couldn’t be a husband to her, but fate happened, I became blind, she deserted me, and Jack found me. Jack breathed life back into me. Now I just have to find a way back to him.

The next day in my cell looked to be hard, cold and long. The other men have taken to jeering at me too, but thankfully I find myself in tiny cell on my own. Thank god for that! They laugh as they called me whore, shouting at me about who I spread my legs for. It hurt, but I don’t bite back. I couldn’t - hell, it was all true! I have to turn my mind to more important objectives, like getting back to the Pearl and Jack.

Towards the end of the day, a visitor arrives - Elizabeth. Everyone is silent as they listen into our conversation.

“Why Will! Why did you leave me!? Why did you leave me with Norrington?” she sobs out her words, grabbing hold of my arm through the bars.

“Elizabeth, I’m sorry for your life. But we never belonged to each other. Even if things were different...”

“No! You lie to them, tell them you aren’t a pirate, that Jack kidnapped you. Please Will, and we’ll run away together. Just you and me. Please,” she whines as she weeps into my hand.

“I can’t,” I whisper back. I won’t lie to her. I won’t betray Jack, ever.

“Hey Lady, yer need to go find a real man!” Black laughs from the next cell, “Not a pretty boy who spreads his legs for any a man.”

“Will! Tell them it isn’t so! Tell them,” she begs, trying to hold on tight. Trying to change the past and find herself again. My heart goes out to the broken woman before me.

“I can’t. It’s true; I am Jack’s bitch. Willingly.” Maybe sharp words will convince her.

“No! No! Tell them, Will. Tell them were running away together. Tell them you love me!”

Oh, Elizabeth. How far you have fallen. I let go of her hand and back into the far wall. “I’m so sorry, Elizabeth.”

“No! Tell them, Will. Tell them you love me...please! Please!” her whines grow into sobs as she rattles the bars.

Where is the girl I once knew? The light, bright spark of a woman that looked death in the face and fought on. The girl who had more courage than the whole of the English fleet put together. What happened to her? A marriage to an over-bearing, jealous and hateful man. I want to weep for the girl with the wild spirit who has turned into this frightened, broken woman.

Suddenly, a sharp, bounding blast of a pistol is heard. It’s so loud that my ears ache and the smoke burns my nose. I hear a panting and a cry. A body falling to the floor.

“Traitor,” Norrington snarls.

Oh God, no! NO! I crawl across the cell, my knees feeling weak. No, please! My hand touches something warm and soft, just inside the bars. A hand. I hold it tight, feeling the small womanly fingers curl around mine. No.

“I’m so sorry, Will,” Elizabeth manages to pant, her words distorted with a gurgling sound. “I didn’t see...I shouldn’t have brought you here. I was so jealous...”

Her words trail off and the panting stops.

“ELIZABETH!”

~*~*~*~

Elizabeth is dead. The young girl I loved is long gone, and now so is the woman she grew into. I sob for her, holding tightly to her hand until they take her away. At least now, with her parting words I can understand her a little more. Why she took me from Jack, just as she believed Jack had taken me from her. She forgets that she couldn’t accept me as a blind man. That Jack was the only one who was there for me. Now we’re both separated from our loved ones. Her from me by death, and me from Jack by...death. I swallow hard. Norrington is going to hang me in the morning and nothing is going to stop him.

My heart is heavy with the loss for Elizabeth, and I worry for her son. Though now I can do nothing to help him. If only Jack were here. I curl into a ball on the small bunk, my body shivering not from the cold, and try to sleep.

Sleep doesn’t come and I lie awake all night awaiting my death. There will be no sudden rescuer. I know that. Jack won’t risk coming back here to Port Royal, and I can’t escape on my own. Black, the other prisoner, won’t help either.

At dawn they come for us. Rough-handed soldiers grab hold of my arms and drag me from my cell. Black is screaming profanities at them, but it does nothing to prevent them from dragging us into the courtyard of the barracks. People jeer as we come out into the early morning daylight. It feels as if there are a thousand voices screaming for my death. Hands pull at my clothing and spit covers my face. My guards have to drag people away from me until finally I reach some steps. The steps that will take me to the hangman’s noose. I feel sick.

People are calling me whore, bitch and pirate. I don’t really mind their words, the hands that reach out for me now, scare me more.

“He’s blind,” the executioner exclaims.

“You don’t have to see to be guilty of sodomy, mate,” one of the guards sneer.

I almost wish that Black can be first, but I don’t think my courage would last through him gagging to death. I feel sorry for Jack the most. He’s the one who’s really losing here. I wish him well, and I hope he knows how much I’ve always loved him. Even with Elizabeth, even with her kidnapping me, I couldn’t stop loving him. She did nothing to awaken those old emotions within me. I never loved her again. It was only ever him.

A rope is lowered around my neck and the executioners hands tighten it. I swallow back a sob, and whisper, “I love you, Jack.”

The rope tightens. The crowd tenses as the executioner grabs hold of the lever for the trap door beneath my feet.

Any moment now...

Completely out of the blue, a whizzing noise passes me and explodes only a few feet away. A cannonball! More Explosions follow, and people are running for cover, crying out as more bombs fly their way. I feel someone push me back; a hard body covers mine. I cry out to start with, but tied hands reach for the rope around my neck and pull it off.

“Looks like the cavalry is here,” Black laughs into my face.

“What?” Cavalry? What in damnation is going on?

We manage to untie our hands and Black pulls me to my feet. The smell of burning and death fills my nose, and fires flicker against my skin, but I’m dragged along not knowing where I’m going. Black has procured a gun from someone, blasting away, while I stick closely to his back. Someone is attacking the fort. I haven’t a clue who is helping us escape or what the hell was happening around us. I can hear people shouting, crying. The sound of guns and pistols but that’s it. I’m so confused, why is Black helping me? What the fuck is going on!?

We keep moving, Black holding me tightly to his back as he fires the pistol. We’re moving fast and I suddenly catch the whiff of sea air. We’re heading out to a ship! Is Jack here? I wish I could see something more than flashes of light and clouds of smoke. Then I remember. I remember Elizabeth’s son. That amazing little boy who is so much like Elizabeth when she was younger. I stop dead.

“We have to go back,” I shout into Black’s ear.

“No way,” he yells back, “I’ve been paid to get you out, and that’s all!”

Paid? Black pulls me along, until we’re splashing through water and then...

“Will!” I stop dead. It’s a voice I never dreamed I would here again. “Will!”

I turn, twisting around, trying vainly to find the owner of that voice. I wish I could see him. “Jack, oh Jack!” I sob, finally breaking down.

Before I know what’s happening strong arms are holding me. A firm chest is pressed against my face and I couldn’t be happier. I’m crying, sobbing his name as Jack holds me tight.

“Jack, Jack, I never thought I’d see you again!” My fingers dig into his clothing, my hands pressing him so close to me, crushing us body to body, and it still isn’t enough.

“Couldn’t be without yer, my precious Will,” Jack cries as he mashes our mouths together in a passionate kiss.

The whole world could go up in flames at this moment and I wouldn’t care. I have Jack back in my arms again. I’m home.

“I love you,” I moan again as our lips part. Jack groans loudly, and fills my mouth once again with his desperate tongue. His hands are all over me, touching, holding, and testing every inch of my body. He’s looking for injuries and he sighs in relief as he finds none. The only injury I have is the one of an aching heart, but that’s now healed with Jack back in my arms. Nothing more matters than this.

“Bloody hell, as much as I’d like to watch the show couldn’t we do it somewhere else?”

With Black’s words we realise just what were doing. Kissing, touching each other, and if he hadn’t spoken I’m sure Jack would have taken me on this very beach. We break away, Jack holding my arm close as he snarls at Black.

“Watch yer mouth runt.” His soft fingers touch my face, and I’m once again drawn out to sea. “Come on, luv, we’re goin’ home.”

“No,” I cry, remembering again what I have to do before we leave.

“What?” The sound of hurt in Jack’s voice is unmistakable.

“I have to go back to the Governor’s house. Please, there’s something there that’s very important.”

“We don’t need treasure, Will!” Jack snarls, pulling me towards him.

“There’s more to treasure than silver and gold,” I answer back. That makes Jack stop.

Then he grabs my hand, and once again I’m being dragged along, this time not towards the sea but back to the besieged town. Jack moves quicker than Black having the advantage of visiting here before, and we easily make our way through cannonballs and streets to the front gates of the Governor’s villa. People are screaming, running all around me, and I’m afraid of the crowd and not being able to see a damn thing, but Jack is at my side and with him I need not fear anything.

Jack leads me into the Villa and I start to shout, “Will! Will!” I know Jack doesn’t understand what is happening, but he trusts me and starts to call the name too.

“Hello, little bitch pirate,” a voice snarls from behind me.

I yelp and turn around, trying to face the man I despise. “Norrington! You killed Elizabeth!” I scream, wondering if I could manage to get my hands around his neck before he shoots me. I look around, desperately trying to see the outline of Jack, but it’s too dark and I find nothing.

“Where’s that stupid prat Sparrow, whore?” Norrington snarls at me, coming closer and pressing the barrel of his pistol against my face. A harsh hand grabs my waist, and he drags me forward until I’m chest to chest with the taller man. The barrel of the pistol presses nearer to my mouth and I start to tremble. I could knee him in the balls, but I’m at the wrong angle, and then I don’t know if I’ll be quick enough before he pulls the trigger.

“Open wide, bitch.” The pistol barrel is pressed to my mouth and it knocks against my teeth. Where the hell is Jack? “Open!” Norrington yells, and I quickly open my mouth. The barrel is shoved into my mouth and back against my throat. I choke and grab hold of the Commodore’s arms as he pushes my head back. He’s going to kill me!

“Now!” Jack’s sudden shout startles me, but I automatically shove my knee up - hard - into Norrington’s crotch. He screams, the pistol is ripped from my mouth as he curls around his injured groin. I taste blood as my lip is split. I immediately drop to the ground, and Jack fires. Norrington screams as the bullet shrieks towards him and thuds as it impacts his body. Norrington drops down beside me, a slack hand hitting my back. I quickly scurry away and find myself back in Jack’s arms.

“Oh Jack, Jack!” I sob, my courage leaving me. I cry now for Norrington and Elizabeth, and for me. If Jack hadn’t been there, if I didn’t know him well enough to understand what his one word order meant, I would have been dead with a shot through the back of my head. I cling to my lover and I don’t think I’ll be able to let go of him for a long time.

“Jack, he killed Elizabeth,” I cry. My hands digging into his shoulders as he holds me tight. He rocks me gently, soothingly.

“Will, I can’t be sorry - she took yer from me,” his soft words brush against my ear as he kisses the soft flesh. He rubs his face into my hair and squeezes me tighter. We collapse to the floor, arms locked around each other.

“She was so sad, Jack. She was so jealous of me and how happy I was with you. Norrington destroyed her; she was nothing like the girl I once knew. I feel so sorry for her.” I hold Jack tighter as he strokes my back.

“Never letting you go, Will. Never.” His lips are forceful and once again his tongue dominates my mouth. I breathe the scent, feel, and touch of my lover in, savouring his uniqueness. I’m never leaving Jack; I know that for sure. Never. Jack’s hot desperate kisses soon turn into soft presses of our lips as he calms, and finally he just relaxes against me. I know that he felt like I did. So afraid that we would never find each other again. Missing the other more and more with each passing second.

“Mine,” Jack whispers against my mouth as he squeezes me tight to his chest.

“Mr Turner?” A young boy’s voice brings my attention to the present, and I twist out of Jack’s arms.

“Will?” I cry out, trying to find the boy in the darkness.

There is a soft sob, and in one movement my arms are filled with the body of a sobbing boy. He clings to me, and presses his head into the hollow of my stomach. I lift him into my arms and hold him tightly.

“Will, I want you to meet someone very special,” I tell the young and grief stricken boy.

“Ok’,” he sniffles.

“This is Captain Jack Sparrow, and he’s invited us to go and live on the Black Pearl. Would you like that?”

The boy sniffs again, rubs his wet face into my shirt and nods. “You a real pirate,” he mumbles to Jack.

“Yep, 100% percent Pirate Captn’ ‘ere.” Jack says puffing out his chest.

“I’m Will Norrington, I’m going to be a pirate too!” the boy replies, his voice stronger now with excitement.

With that name Jack understands all that has happened here. Why it was so important for me to come back to this house. I know he understands because he ruffles the boy’s hair and presses his lips to my head. I feel choked, so relieved I’ve found my lover again and I’m not letting him go - ever!

I cradle the boy in my arms and he tightens his legs around my waist. His small head rests on my shoulder and somehow I know this boy will accept his life aboard the Pearl. He’s so much like Elizabeth used to be. Fire and courage in one small parcel. Maybe he can find the happiness she never could. I say my final goodbyes to Elizabeth and Port Royal as the three of us turn and leave this place far behind.

~*~*~*~

It’s early morning as I slowly open my eyes and smile. I can’t see anything but shadowed shapes and light, but that doesn't matter. I’m home, and here sight isn‘t important. I can’t believe that it’s only been a week since my escape and return to the Black Pearl. It feels as though I never left. I sigh and rest my head against the pillow. I’m back aboard the Black Pearl, back in Jack’s bed and he’s tightly wrapped around me. His head pressing into the hollow of my throat and shoulder. His legs entwined with mine. His hand resting in a very sensitive position. I moan, trying to shift Jack’s arm.

“Comfy,” Jack grunts in sleep and holds me tighter. I pant as a strong, long fingered hand tightens around my cock.

“Bastard,” I groan out as that not so sleepy hand starts to slide up and down my length.

Jack chuckles against my skin, but continues his stroking. I start to moan continuously between pants, trying to push my hips up to get more friction but Jack’s body weight holds me down. His hand movements increase, but then he lets go just as I begin to peak.

“Bloody Bastard!” I snarl, trying to reach down and get hold of my aching cock.

Jack laughs and his hands catch mine. “Spread them,” he groans into my ear and climbs on top of my body.

I’m moaning again with his rough voice. I shift my body and spread open my thighs. Jack’s hands position mine above my head, telling me without words to keep them there, and then he rests his on my shoulders.

“Mine,” he whispers as he leans forward and kisses my lips. I groan, my mouth falling open to accept his tongue. He kisses with such fiery passion that I think I might come just from his kisses alone. The bastard won’t let me though. He moves his mouth away after one kiss, and starts sucking and nibbling on my neck. He’s going to kill me! He’s going so slow...or I’m going to kill him!

“Jack” I whine, my hips rising up off the bed.

“Shhh, impatient.”

I only growl back. He bites at my throat making me writhe and gasp below him. There are going to be bruises and teeth marks there later. Jack’s taken to marking me quite often since I got back. He just likes everyone to see that I’m his. I buck my hips sharply as he bites down hard on the length of my throat, and then when he’s satisfied with the teeth imprint in my skin, he moves down to my nipples. He’s really going all out this morning, attacking every erogenous zone I have. He takes a moment to suck and nibble on the solid buds of my nipples before moving lower and licking at the junction of my ribs and stomach. I groan again, words lost to me now, and I try to buck up.

Jack laughs at my impatient movements and finally takes hold of my hips and forces them firmly down onto the bed. No! I struggle and rock, desperate to get him to let me move. He doesn’t, just moves lower to lick at my navel and starts to flick his tongue in and out of it. Oh yeah! That’s more like it, now just move much lower, and do that with your lovely cock.

Jack’s hands shift, sliding down to stroke the insides of my thighs. All this time I could move my hands from above my head but it never crosses my mind until after. I’m totally focused on one thing - Jack.

“Please,” I beg, spreading my legs wider and bringing my knees up.

“Love it when yer beg,” Jack moans, pressing more kisses to my hipbones.

Jack takes hold of my knees, pushes them up to my chest, and then parts my legs. He presses his whole weight against them, spreading them wide, so my knees almost touch the bed on either side of me. I growl painfully at the delicious stretching of my leg muscles. I’ve always been able to rotate and spread my legs; I have a very supple body - for which both Jack and I are extremely grateful. Jack shifts around on the bed and gets onto his knees, lifting up to press his groin against mine. I yelp as our bodies come into contact and his cock presses into the sensitive skin of my balls.

“Ooo Jack,” I plead. Jack lifts up slightly, curving his hips, and his hard pole moves downwards towards my hole. I wriggle on the bed trying to hurry its journey along until he finally pushes against my hole.

“Missed you so much,” Jack whispers as he slides all the way inside my body with one thrust. I cry out. The cry rising to a crescendo until he’s finally fully imbedded and his balls slap against my ass. Perfection.

“Never leaving you,” I answer back, wriggling my hips to get him to start moving.

“Luv yer.”

I can’t answer because Jack starts to thrust in and out of my tight, grasping passage. Making me scream and beg incomprehensible words. We both start to pant at the same time, our bodies shuddering as we climb towards climax. One of Jack’s hands leaves my knee and wraps around my cock, jerking me off as he pounds inside me. I howl and wrap a leg around his shoulders. We strain against each other. Thrusting. Yelling. Cursing. Until finally, coming.

White, blinding light fills my vision, my ears buzz, and I scream until I’m hoarse as I enter the most powerful orgasm I’ve ever experienced (until next time that is). I collapse back on the bed, almost sobbing with pleasure as pleasure burns its way through my entire body. Jack’s cock pulses inside of me and he’s yelling too. His body arches against mine, filling me with the last drop of his semen, and then he seems to collapse in on himself and crushes me to bed. I don’t complain, I just hold him. I was wrong earlier about sex being perfection - nope, this is perfection. Us. Jack and I holding each other. Each part of the whole. One being. One love. I laugh at my own romantic thoughts.

“Luv, yer,” Jack whispers for a second time against my ear. I will never tire of hearing those two words, repeated over and over ever since he brought me home. I know my kidnapping cost Jack so much. He went against his own convictions, and made a deal with Black and his brotherhood to get me back. He won’t talk about what he had to do for that. What price he paid for me. He told me that he would have paid it over and over again just to have me home again. I’ll never ask what agreement they came too. Maybe the consequences will catch up with us one day, but for now there’s a whole world out there for exploring and we’ll concentrate on that.

“Papa! Jack!” A loud knocking on the door interrupts our post-coital rest. Outside the door is an impatient Will, and one of us will have to get up and see what he wants. He’s learned very quickly to knock on our door when he wants one of us.

“Papa! Mr Gibbs won’t let me steer!” Will whines and bashes the door again with a small fist.

“Demanding little bugger, isn’t he,” Jack laughs and departs from my body. I whine with the small pain as he leaves. I know my ass is going to ache beautifully for the rest of the day.

“Reminds me of someone,” I reply offhandedly.

Jack slaps my naked leg, and gets up to pull some clothing on. Will does remind me of Jack, they are so much alike. Headstrong. Independent. Pouty when they don’t get their own way.

“Papa!” Will yells again.

I groan and get up too, pulling on shirt and breeches, before moving to the door and opening it. My arms are suddenly filled with a small bungle of upset and angry little boy.

“Jack said I could steer today, Papa,” he whines holding me tight. “I want to steer now!”

“Yer have to learn how first,” Jack answers back. I can almost see Will give Jack a pouting look. That will get him everywhere. “Let yer Pop get ready and I’ll go show yer,” Jack finally gives in with a sigh. Will always gets his own way with Jack. I think we’ve both got him wrapped around our fingers.

Will climbs out of my arms and sits in the chair to wait for me to finish dressing. I’m not sure if I like being called ‘pop’, Papa’s okay. Will called me that the second day he was here. He seems to have accepted his parent’s death as only children can. Maybe we’ll have trouble later on, or it could be the excitement of being on a real pirate’s ship which is too awe consuming for him to think of anything else. I make a note to watch him and make sure he’s okay. He’s my family now, along with Jack. A gift from Elizabeth, and I hope wherever is she, she’s happy with the life I’ll build for her son. The life that was denied her.

“Thank you, Elizabeth,” I whisper as I finish dressing. When dressed, I grab Will’s small hand in mine, and we run to catch up with Jack at to the wheel and start a whole new day.

~*~*~*~

Seven Years later:

Will is now thirteen years old and occasionally likes to visit the grave of his mother set next to mine. I’ve told him the story of my life, and of his mother. He understands why she gave me a grave when I became blind. He was a little upset at first; sad because there was a chance that I could have been his real father. That Elizabeth and I could have been his parents. He got over that quickly, after realising that Jack wouldn’t be around if that had happened. He still hero-worships Jack. Ever since he was six he’s followed Jack around like a loyal sheep dog. He still calls me Papa or father at times. Jack says he’ll never call him father. Jack is Will’s hero. I’m Will’s father. I provide him with home and love. I tell Jack he gives that too, but Jack only laughs and says I’m home to them both. Will has even changed his name to William Turner-Swann. His father has been forgotten, turned only into a memory of a man that took his mother from him.

I lay the flowers onto Elizabeth’s grave, and reach out for Will. He takes my hand and guides me to the edge of the cliff. The graves are next to the sea, the sea both Elizabeth and I loved and still love.

“Do you think Mother would be proud of me?” Will asks suddenly.

“I believe that she couldn’t be prouder of you,” I answer confidently.

Strong arms wrap around my middle and I lean back into the strong chest of Jack Sparrow. My lover and mate. My life is complete, filled with son and lover, and I could ask for nothing more. I know in my heart that this life - this true, free and happy life is what Elizabeth would want for all three of us and I’m living it.

The End