Ame's Insanity (amejisuto) wrote in ames_weirdness, @ 2010-06-19 19:32:00 |
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Entry tags: | jack/will, potc |
Marked For Life -- Jack/Will Rated R
Title: Marked for Life
Author: amejisuto
Fandom: POTC
Summary: Jack takes care of Will after he’s been worked over by Norrington's men.
Pairing: Jack/Will
Written for Slashthedrabble on LJ back in 2005.
Rating: R for language.
Disclaimer: Not mine, never will be. No harm, no foul, no money made.
Warnings: Mention of torture and physical hurt.
Word Count: 500
Beta'd by kitty_poker1.
Notes: Written for the prompt of damage on Slashthedrabble years ago. If I can remember correctly, back in the day, people who were caught and found guilty of piracy were branded with a hot iron with some sort of mark. So yeah, that's probably what I had in my head at the time.
Marked for Life
By the time they made their escape from Norrington’s men and found their way back to the Pearl, Will was swaying on his feet. The adrenalin had left his body and he could feel himself shake. If it wasn’t for his Captain’s arm around his shoulders, he would never have made it over the side of the ship.
It was dark and there was fog in the small bay where the Pearl was hidden. Once the last of their group and a few others they had picked up in the prison he’d been thrown in had boarded, Jack gave orders for the sails to be unfurled and to weigh anchor. There was no way Norrington could catch them once they made the open waters; the Pearl was too fast.
The next few minutes were a blur and the next thing Will noticed was the sting of rum on his wounds. Norrington himself had worked him over, and he knew he must look a sight. He couldn’t tell for himself as both of his eyes were nearly swollen shut.
“Bloody fucking bastard. That prig had better keep to dry land; if I ever see him in open waters 'm not even going to try to capture. No, it’ll be a trip to the deep for him. We’ll even put into port and you can make the cannon balls yourself, luv, sign your name to them all pretty like.”
Will tried to chuckle, really he did, but his ribs just hurt too much. “Sounds good, but you’ll have to wait till I’m better. I’ll engrave ‘Courtesy of Captain Jack Sparrow and Will Turner’ on them. The blasted man is becoming obsessed.”
A soft touch on the wrist of his right arm and he could almost feel his lover’s hand hovering over it. “Don’t worry about it, Jack, I’ve had worse in my forge.”
”Will you fucking well stop with the stiff upper lip and bitch a little, luv? You’re making your Captain look like a sissy, what with you being all stoic. Over half the crew’s been branded a pirate and we all know it hurts like a bitch so gasp a little at the very least, eh?”
He could feel rum being poured into the burn to clean it out before Jack dried it and started wrapping it up. Truthfully it didn’t hurt, the burn from the brand had been left so long that the nerve endings in his flesh had been burned away. Jostling the broken arm hurt, though, so he did let out a long string of curse words, mostly learned from his Captain.
“That’s it, luv, and quite colorful too. Kiss your Mum with that mouth?”
“No, only this stubborn insane bastard who thinks he’s god’s gift to the seven seas.”
“Pot and kettle, Mr. Turner, for if I’m stubborn and insane, what are you for following me about?”
Jack’s voice had lost the tenseness and Will knew his worry had lessened. “I guess it must be love.”