Fic: Tall Tales (original) (raw)

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I figured I might as well post my first fic; I've been working on a long!fic that I hope to have done soon...pending of course, my muses and my motivation. So, here is the first fic, I used my own idea for the words thing, if only because the words themselves make a great story. So here it is, a series of prose in a story.

Title: Tale Tales
Author: vireydamagodaly Rating: T, most likely
Summary: Jack tells the stories of Captain Jack Sparrow often, but only Will can see through the legend.
Warning: Angst, death!fic? I hate those; why did I write this?
Notes: The words that inspired the sentence will be italicized.

Non-beta'd, but I figured if I'm an ex-english major if I make mistakes that's my own damn fault. Written for candybobandy even though she's not apart of the ficathon, or the other jackwill affilliates, she still loves the slash.

On with the fic!

The ring that Will gave Elizabeth was beautiful, but it made the governor’s daughter wonder exactly where he got it, and how the blacksmith could afford such an extravagant jewel.

Elizabeth’s beauty was unmarred by sand or sea, fire or brimstone; but Will found her smooth complexion to be overshadowed by one more like his own.

It was the memory of adventure that kept Will from marrying Elizabeth in the end. At least, that’s what they told themselves.

Captain Jack Sparrow knew something was wrong with him. Rum held no taste for him, women could not slake his lust; he wondered if Barbossa and his crew had felt the same way he did. Only, it was pain that kept him from enjoy that which he adored, his own curse.

Commodore James Norrington was well aware that love brought a man to ruin. He knew it better than anyone else; except for, perhaps, William Turner, though nobody in Port Royale could figure out who he was pining for.

It was a storm that brought the Black Pearl to Tortuga, the same day that Will Turner arrived by dingy from Port Royale. But the storm in Will’s eyes when he saw Jack Sparrow hanging all over a common whore was nothing compared to the one raging outside.

When Jack looked up, drunker than he’d ever been, he saw Will Turner standing in a halo of lamp light, the fog giving him an angelic figure that had Jack wondering where the blacksmith’s wings were.

After Will dragged Jack back to the Pearl and put him to bed, Jack got cold - so it seemed only logical to use Will as a blanket.

When Will woke Jack up with a furious punch to the stomach, Jack reverently blamed the rum. He didn’t add that it felt nice to wake up with him - he didn’t want to be on the receiving end of one of Will Turner’s blades.

Jack thought that having Will Turner on as a ships hand would be easy - not a week went by before he realized his mistake. He had been through his fair share of hardships before, but nothing compared to the anguish of not having and most of all...not touching.

Will thought he would find happiness on the Pearl. Instead he felt emptier than ever; and for the life of him, he couldn’t figure out why.

Will was used to training in the morning. At the earliest bell -when there was no one around to watch - he would take his sword and train on deck. Jack took to watching him, in secret, thinking silently to himself that Will Turner was seduction with a sword.

When Gibbs accidently ran Pearl into a reef, Jack had to dive over the edge and tar her up from the outside while everyone else worked on the inside. Will dumped buckets of seawater from the side, and decided that wet and half-naked, Jack made quite the view.

When the sunlight caught Will’s hair, Jack stopped in his tracks, and wondered if Will really knew the reason why Jack fought everyday.

Will would make the bed everyday, laying his long body over it to tuck in corners and neaten the edges. When he was finished, Jack would frequently lay over the neatly made bed just to smell the scent of Will - but said Will only complained about the mussed bedspread.

When news of the marriage of Commodore Norrington and Elizabeth Swann reached the Black Pearl, Will just shrugged like it didn’t matter. The marriage only signified the ending of his old life. Now, he really had nothing to look back on.

Jack swore to Bootstrap Bill that he wouldn’t let anyone hurt his son. Not even himself. Bootstrap was appeased, because he knew it was an honest promise from Jack to him.

Jack woke up one morning glad that Will had left even earlier to train. The captain was forced to stop peeping on him, it fueled his thoughts and left him aching with only a dream.

Will liked to light the lamps from stem to stern on the Pearl. Jack took immense pleasure in watching Will dark from side to side, like a child at Christmas to light them all. He’d often douse them, just to watch Will re-light it, his face lit with joy.

Will’s first Christmas on the Pearl was marked by a bloody battle. But the first Christmas Present he got was a hand crafted sword made from the finest swordsmith in the Caribbean. It had cost Jack a pretty penny, but the bone crushing hug Will gave him was worth it.

Jack enjoyed silence, so whenever Will and Jack worked together Will would fill it with idle chatter. Occasionally Jack would give him a comment, or a chuckle, but Jack only claimed to like silence so that Will would talk through it.

When Will and Jack celebrated their first successful year together on the Seven Seas, Will acknowledged that the party was only one part of his journey.

Jack finally let Will have his forge in the belly of the Pearl, Will worked down there day and night trying to make something for Jack in thanks. When Jack finally ventured down four days after Will disappeared; he found the blacksmith standing in front of the fire, a gleaming sword in his hand, and his eyes alight with a mad joy.

Will watched Jack practice with his new sword. The pirate captain was all wire and sinuous muscles. He was strength personified.

The night that Jack was accused of murder, Will was the first to step up to the men with a noose and give Jack a fake alibi.

But when Will found out that Jack really had killed the man, he didn’t speak to Jack for a week, and Jack felt like he had been turned to ice.

Jack wasn’t there to see Will fall, but the screaming from the crew drew his attention to the deck. For one terrifying, solitary moment, he thought Will was dead, and Jack had never apologized...or told Will that he loved him.

Will lay, a broken leg a testament to his fall from the rigging, on Jack’s bed. Their previous grievance forgotten, Jack regaled Will with tales of his adventures until Will’s side hurt from laughing.

The blacksmith didn’t mind being bedridden, because all the sheets held a faint scent of Jack, and that helped him sleep.

Jack tended to climb into bed with Will after he had fallen asleep. But Jack didn’t know that Will only faked it, in order to slit his eyes open and watch as Jack bared his body to the room.

Jack tells the stories of Captain Jack Sparrow often, but only Will can see through the legend.

On the anniversary of Bootstrap Bill’s watery death, Will and Jack say their farewells in a whisper, drinking rum and staring down at the dark, foreboding water.

Will still walks with a limp; though he tries not to show it, it embarrasses him that something so trivial caused him such permanent damage. Jack told him the world would see it as a heroic battle scar - besides, whoever thought that Jack Sparrow and Will Turner had everyday accidents?

Whenever Jack tells a story, Will’s in enraptured by the single flow of his captain’s voice, the chaotic movement of his hands. Jack’s entire body is motion when he tells the tall tales of Captain Jack Sparrow and (more recently) William Turner II.

Will’s first real brush with death happened on a raid. The English were at war with the Spanish again; and the Spanish picked a fight with the Pearl. They boarded and while Jack’s back was turned, the cabin boy pointed a pistol at his back. Will yelled, and slashed the boy down without any thought. And for the first time, Jack looked at Will with respect in his eyes.

Though Will was guilt-ridden, Jack kept him laughing, because to Jack, just seeing Will’s eyes crinkle up in laughter was the best gift he couldn’t be given, even if Will had saved his life.

It was Jack lies that finally drew them apart. Jack brought a girl to their bed, and Will walked out and never came back in.

Will knew that Jack had never promised forever, in fact, Jack had never promised anything. Will knew he had no reason to be jealous of a no-name whore; but Will saw Jack as his...even if they had never been together except in dreams.

The rebirth of their friendship began when Jack left the comfort of his room to climb into the hammock with Will in the crews deck. Will pushed him out and together they stumbled back the stairs into the cabin. Gibbs grinned to himself in the darkness - he wondered when his captain and his friend would finally get over themselves.

The change in their friendship started with a whisper; Will leaned over and said softly in Jack’s ear just before he fell asleep, “I love you.”

Jack thought it would be best to feign sleep and wait until morning to see where they would go.

Jack stopped Will from getting up to train in the morning. He settled down to have a talk with his best friend and second mate.

It was on his search to uncover what Will stirred in his heart that he finally realized what love was.

The small smile on Jack’s face was all the hope that Will needed when Jack sat him down to have a serious chat.

After that morning, Jack and Will were inseparable. There were no more girls, no more waiting, there were shared kisses before evening and morning. Together, they started a new beginning.

It was water that finally destroyed them. Will was washed away when the Navy finally attacked. Without Will to garner peace talks with Norrington, knowing Will was dead, Jack threw his sword down in surrender.

As Jack saw it, the highway to Hell was paved with good intentions, and better lovers. He was going to die, and he didn’t care.

Jack was led through the crowd up onto the gallows, where a rope was placed around his neck. His crimes were read, and the drum roll heightened, signaling Captain Jack Sparrows untimely end. He didn’t see the furious battle that went on in the crowed, but he did see Will’s shocked face as the trap door fell out from beneath Jack’s feet.

The rope locked in place and Will struggled through the mass of people, navy and all other things alike, to get to Jack in time to save his life once again.

Jack met Will’s eyes when he finally ceased to breathe. Will slumped, the fight gone out of him. Captain Jack Sparrow was dead.

End