Title: Whale
Author: Lilygilding lilygilding@hotmail.com
Website: "http://www.angelfire.com/ma3/padders/twib.html"
Pairing: Jack/Will
Rating: R for dark themes
Warning: Spot of insanity
Summary: Jack claims his share in the spoils.
Disclaimer: Not mine, Disney.
Feedback: Craaaaved!
Jack sat in a palm tree, squinting thoughtfully into the Caribbean sun. Jack
had a good vantage of the horizon from the immense height and there was not
a speck of sail in sight. Pleased, Jack picked a couple of coconuts and climbed
down.
This island was much nicer than the one Jack had been marooned on with Elizabeth.
It was twice as big and with nice shade (still left). There were banana and
mango trees as well, the canopies of which were twined with passion fruit and
kiwi. Peacock ferns grew on the ground along with nesting bush, cotton-silk
blooms wafted hot pink in the warm sultry breeze. Hummingbirds were so plentiful
Jack and to swat them out of his way.
There was game to be had, if Jack bothered. There are pheasants and goose which
lived in the fresh-water hole, wild ducks juicy with live shrimps. Eggs and
mushrooms and taro roots from the mushy soil. Its white sand shores besieged
by an endless march of lobsters, crabs and encrusted with oysters. A throng
of sugar cane grew in full sun.
Under the laden branches of an orange tree, sleeping on a pallet of bergamot,
was Jack's beloved. Sleeping with face slack and hands bound in rigging rope,
fashioned into a love knot by Jack's deft fingers. Jack stood over the dreaming
form and surveyed his plunder.
Will Turner had a body sleek as a seal, a dolphin smile on his lips, hair trailing
down the nape of his neck, wet and curled as if he were a mermaid. Jack crouched
down beside Will and swiped tears from the corners of Will's eyes.
"Oh luv," Jack cooed, "Darhling Willy."
There was a lump on the back of Will's head, where Jack knocked him out with
a chamberpot. There is a shallow graze on Will's forehead, when he fell into
the bedpost. Jack gave his apologies to these marks with soft kisses, and daringly,
amorously, small swipes of his tongue.
Jack fed Will coconut flesh, dripping creamy sap into Will's mouth.
"Eat up, luv," Jack pats Will's cheek and rubs Will's stomach. "My dearest heart."
After lunch, Jack puts his head over Will's bare chest and they watch in silence
the sun drowning in the ocean.
When it is dark, Will shivers in Jack's arms and darts inquiring glances at
the shadowy undergrowth.
"There ought be nothing here to trouble us, save dodo birds," Jack comforted
Will. "But if it pleases you I will light us a bonfire."
Jack stomps on the hull of the small life boat and shatters its bottom to pieces,
this Jack used to set an uproarious fire, around which Jack danced and sang
to amuse Will.
"I will brew rum, luv, from the sugar canes, in no time you will be merry and
in better spirits, ha ha," Jack finished his performance with a lullaby, concluding
in a hum "A pirates' life for us."
Will made a run for it before dawn. Jack found him on the water's edge, bound
feet cut loose with Jack's shelling knife. But the ties on Will's wrists could
not be cut through, the rope looped seven times and secured with two hangman's
noose knots, shaped as a heart, Jack's initials implied in the crisscrossing
design.
Will sat on the wet sand and was staring out to sea. Jack plopped down beside
him and threw a companionable arm around Will's wide shoulders.
"They will be in Paris by now, eating pork and plums and forgetting all about
we two," Jack said. "You are not the Governor's daughter, Will. You are but
a missing groom in a tradition of Carribbean men run off with the pirates on
the eve of the wedding."
Will turned his head and all the arch of his neck was stiff was stubbornness.
Unable to resist, Jack leant in and kissed Will on the crook of his collarbone.
"And don't be so cold to me, Willy," Jack pleaded. "It aches my damned soul
to have you angry at me. I merely effected a rescue on your person, from the
shackles of matrimony."
Jack attached to his compass a note "We are a on Whale Island" and set it drifting
on a piece of coconut wood on the waves.
"Elizabeth will not come for you, the Pearl will come for you," Jack said.
"I thought the Pearl was all I needed," said Jack conversationally, bundling
Will up in rags and taking him back to their camp. "That I would be free."
"But when you left me, the ocean became a desert, the Pearl became an island.
I was marooned once more and there you were getting smaller and shrinking into
the distance. I realised not all treasure is silver and gold, I had let Elizabeth
make off with the most prized of my share of the loot!" Jack took the bones
out of the salmon and fed strips raw into Will's mouth. "You, Will."
"We will practice our swords three hours a day, and duel in the evening with
tongue and cock," Jack wrapped himself around Will. "You would like that, would
you Will?"
Will shook and writhed. Will was undone by Jack's enthusiastic ministrations.
In the end, Will tried to make out Elizabeth's name but Jack stopped him with
a deep kiss.
"Be careful Will, my luv, think of Cotton's speech impediment," said Jack. "Do
not betray me, do not leave me alone."
Jack broke lychees on Will's thigh and licks the juice and pulp for supper.
"You are mad," husked Will, looking down on Jack.
Will's eyes were becalmed oceans. Jack's blazing with swirling stars.
"Love is madness, as Cicero used to say," Jack added. "But Cicero is Roman.
Or Greek, I am not sure. And we are modern day pirates. But I suppose we indulge
in Greek practices, so it might still apply to us. Although, then again, is
not the whole world mad with love?"
Will drifted to sleep with Jack's chippering in his ear and Jack's legs around
his hips.
Will dreamt that the island was an ancient whale of immense proportions. The
whale has been slumbering a thousand years and awakens to rendezvous with flock
and mate at the north pole. And that he and Jack were drifting wherever the
whim of the fish took them, the whole globe opened to them.
The End.