SIN AND THE SEA

Captain Jack Sparrow sighed, his dark eyes following his first mate as the
young man made his way over the ship.  It had been two weeks since they had set
out on this voyage and, so far, he could have counted on one hand, using no
fingers, the exact number of moments captured with Mr. Turner. 

It hadn't been difficult to convince the stalwart young blacksmith to join
him in order to be trained as a proper pirate, especially once he mentioned how
the treasure would make him more of a man in Elizabeth's eyes.  Not that Jack
needed to mention the lass, but it hadn't hurt.  Truth be told, one toke of
adventure on the high seas, and no one could stay away, be they man, woman,
young or old, and his and Mr. Turner's first adventure had been the stuff legends
are made of.

Now, though, it was back to the basics:  pillaging, thieving, murdering,
everything a pirate dreams of.

Well, almost everything, he thought, watching the young man leap onto the
railing, grabbing onto a rope to keep from falling into the sea. 

"Shiver me timbers," Jack breathed, his eyes following his first mate.  The
young man grew more desirable with each passing day, his dark curls slowly
lightened by the sun, his olive skin tanned and smoothed by the salt air, and that
lithe, long body-he was made for sin.  It couldn't have been coincidence that
he'd ended up on the ship of one of the most sinful men alive.

Maybe it was time to begin the lad's training in earnest, since he was
seemingly oblivious to everything else.  Perhaps he could find a way to work in what
he really wanted to say, so he wouldn't have to be direct.  Pirates were
never direct about this sort of thing-plunging a cutlass into a man's stomach,
boarding the ship they were looting-these were the times when a pirate was
supposed to be direct.  Not when dealing with affairs of the heart. . . or rather,
he amended, adjusting himself, other, more vital organs.

"Mr. Turner!" he shouted, and the warm brown eyes turned to him.

"Yes, Captain?"

"C'mere, lad."

"Right away, Captain," he said, jumping onto the deck and running over to
join the pirate. 

"Have you been keeping up on all your duties, lad?"

"Aye, sir.  Running a ship is much more complicated than I'd expected, but
I'm learning fast.  However, sir, I've been wanting to know what sort of booty
you're after?"

"Booty, Mr. Turner?"

"We are going after treasure, aren't we, sir?"

"Are we not pirates, Mr. Turner?"

"Well, yes, Captain."

"Then of course we're going after treasure.  Why don't you let me worry about
the booty, and I'll inform you of the details when the time is ripe."

"Aye, sir.  What is it you wished to speak to me about?"
 
"Now that I've named you my first mate, Mr. Turner, I need to know you're
worthy of the position."

"If you have doubts, sir, I can assure you, I am capable of any position you
want me to assume."

Jack swallowed hard as various positions for his first mate filled his mind. 
Cheeky little bugger.  At this rate, he was going to have to disappear into
his cabin and work on the Captain's log.
 
"I'm sure you are, lad," he said, clearing his throat when his voice came out
more graveled than usual.  "I do not have any doubts about your abilities. 
Now, I know you've seen some action in the past, however, I need to know I can
trust you with the entire ship, not just with the fighting."

"Yes, Captain.  I am yours to command.  Order me to do anything, and it will
be done."

Innocent bastard.  First thing he was going to order was for Will not to be
permitted to say things like that.

"All right, Mr. Turner.  Let's start at the top.  You see the flag up there? 
That's the Jolly Roger.  It is our mark, the sign that strikes terror into
the hearts of men.  It is to be raised and lowered with respect.  When handling
the Jolly Roger, you will be gentle.  Sometimes when we advance, we will keep
it lowered until the crucial moment-no point in prematurely revealing our true
nature, but then it will be raised so quickly, it looks as if it was being
shot up into the sky."

"I think I understand, Captain," Will nodded.  "Respect the Jolly Roger. 
Raise it quickly, but treat it gently, because we don't want it to shoot
prematurely."

Jack gave the young man a sidelong glance, trying to see if Will was playing
games with him, but he seemed as innocent as ever.  Of course.  Perhaps he
should have left the lad back with his wee lass, so they could braid each others'
hair and dress each other up in fancy clothes.

"Right," he said.  "Moving on.  Now, this ship is a brigantine.  It can hold
up to a hundred crew and mounts 10 cannons."

"Begging your pardon, Captain, but I grew up around ships, so I think we can
skip the basics.  I'm well aware of how many cannons can be mounted on this
ship."

"As a blacksmith, I'd expect you to know how to mount a cannon, but can you
shoot one?"

Will's face turned bashful as he glanced down at the deck.  "Actually,
Captain, I've never really had the opportunity to fire a cannon with my own two
hands.  I've just helped mount them."

"I see.  Next time we get into a spot of trouble, I'll have Red here show you
how to get one off," Jack said, passing by a sailor with a shocking mass of
red hair, who grinned and nodded.

"Aye, Cap'n.  I can teach the boy the proper wait to load and aim a cannon."

"Are you certain you couldn't show me how, Captain?" Will asked, looking at
Jack with those wide brown eyes.  "I'm sure you're the best at showing a man
where to aim when shooting a load."

Captain Jack stared at his first mate, seriously considering demoting him to
cabin boy if the lad insisted on teasing him like this.  The only problem was,
the lad didn't know what a tease he was being.  Will was inadvertently making
Jack's life a living, breathing, throbbing hell, and he wasn't sure how much
more he could take.

"Maybe later, Mr. Turner," he said, forcing his gaze to settle elsewhere,
"though to be honest, the best way to learn about a cannon is to polish it inch
for inch, until you know every seam by heart.  If there's the slightest flaw in
a cannon, you risk a misfire, and may end up doing more damage to your ship
than to the enemy's.  But, if you know what to look for when it shoots, you'll
know whether it will remain steady and firm, or if the load was too much for
it."

"Don't worry, Captain.  I know all about a cannon's load.  The smithy who
taught me used to make cannonballs for the navy, so you'll be pleased to know
that balls are my specialty."

Red, who'd been biting his tongue throughout this lecture, couldn't hold it
back any longer and snickered.  Jack's eyes narrowed as he faced his unlucky
crewman, who immediately swallowed his smile.  "As for your next lesson, the one
thing a pirate must depend on is loyalty from his crew.  You can earn it in
battle, you can earn it through money, or you can earn it through blood.  I
prefer a combination of the three.  The most important thing to remember, though,
is that you must always punish your crew for any signs of disobedience. 
Don't you agree, Mr. Red?"

The sailor nodded glumly.  "Aye, Cap'n."

"Tell me, Red, what's the most effective method of punishing disobedience?"

"Hanging, Cap'n."

"And where's the best place to hang a man?"

"From the yardarm, Cap'n."

"Glad to know you've been paying attention, Mr. Red."

"Thank you, Cap'n."

"I know you've had your own experience with being hung, Captain," Will asked,
looking up towards the yardarm, missing the sharp stare Jack gave him while
Red turned away to hide another grin, "but have you ever had to hang anyone?" 

"It has been necessary a couple of times, but for the most part, my men have
remained loyal."

"That's good to hear, sir.  I'd hate to know that you have a well-hung
yardarm."

Jack couldn't help but feel a bit steamed at that, even if the lad wasn't
insulting him personally.  "My yardarm is adequately hung, boy," he seethed, and
Red burst into laughter.

"Mr. Red!" Jack snapped, and the man immediately gained control of his good
humor.  "It seems to me you have too much time on your hands.  Mr. Turner, any
ideas on how we can remedy that?"

"Well, sir, if I were the captain and this were my ship, I'd probably have
you swab my deck."

Captain Jack resisted the urge pull out his musket and shoot his crewman, who
was doubled over with laughter.  Red was a good sailor, knew more than anyone
around about weapons, but damn it all if the man wasn't trying his hardest to
get himself killed.

"You heard the man," Jack said, his lips curling into a snarl as he glared at
Red.  "Start swabbing the deck."

"Aye, Cap'n," he said, tears streaming down his face as he stumbled towards a
bucket and mop.  He knew he'd gotten off easy, and wasn't about to protest.

Jack watched for a moment to make sure his order was being carried out, then
began meandering along the deck, Will following after.

"Is being hung the only way you punish disloyalty, Captain?"

"Well, there's always the more popular method of making the cur walk the
plank."

"Ah, but sir, you've threatened to make me walk your plank at least a dozen
times," Will laughed, sending a tingling feeling along Jack's spine, "but I've
yet to see it."

Oh, by Neptune, don't say it, Jack, don't say it.  It's far too easy.  Just
don't!  But his mouth was already opening. 

"Are you asking to see my plank, Mr. Turner?" Jack asked, and inwardly
groaned as his own words reached his ears.  Blast!  He just couldn't resist! 
"Because you might want to rethink that request, or I might decide to make you walk
it."

Will just laughed again, the sound singing in Jack's ears and dancing through
his veins.  "I will gladly walk your plank, Captain.  I could use a taste of
the briny deep."

"Mr. Turner?" he growled, not sure if he wanted to know where this was going.

"Just thinking it's a good day for a swim, Captain, what with the sun beating
down on us and all."

Was it hot out?  Jack had been so preoccupied with his body's rising heat, he
hadn't noticed that the weather had grown increasingly warm as the day had
progressed.

"But probably not in these waters, Mr. Turner.  This area is known for its
sharks."

"Then I think I'll stay on board," Will chuckled, tugging at his shirt and
lifting it over his head, "and follow the men's example."

Jack's eyes bulged in his head at seeing the expanse of olive skin before
him, his mast reaching new heights.  He had to get away from the lad, or this
sudden extra wooden leg of his was going to blow.

"Mr. Turner, why don't you take the helm for a while?"

"Really, Captain Jack?" he asked, his eyes lighting up.  "This is a true
honor, sir.  I've never steered a ship before."

"Just follow the compass and keep her steady, and I'm sure you'll do fine. 
If you have any troubles, ask Scully, and he'll tell you what you're doing
wrong."

"Aye aye, Captain!" he said, bounding up the stairs to take the wheel.

"Oh, and Mr. Turner?"

"Yes, Captain?"

"Ensure you steer handsomely-" as if the boy had to worry about that "-or
you'll be the one well hung."

"Don't fear, Captain, I won't let you down.  Ever."

Jack closed his eyes as his body shuddered.  That was the last straw.  He
couldn't take anymore.  He stalked into his cabin and slammed the door behind
him, collapsing against it.  He unbuckled his pants and flogged himself until he
found his release, shooting his load across the cabin.

The lad was going to be the death of him, he sighed as he collapsed onto his
bunk.  He was either going to have to leave Will marooned in the next port, or
throw him in the brig.  There was no way Jack would be able to maintain
control of his ship with the lad as a constant temptation, and his crew laughing at
him behind his back--when they weren't laughing at him to his face.

Still turning the problem of what to do with Will over and over in his mind,
Jack fell into a fitful sleep, only to be roused hours later by a knock on his
door.

"Who is it?" he called, pushing himself up into a sitting position, and then
rising to his feet.

"Captain?" Will asked, peering around the door.

"Aye, Mr. Turner, what do you want?"

"Cook thought you might like this," he said, walking into the cabin and
carefully shutting the door.  He held out a bottle to Jack, who made a mental
promise to reward the cook well for the rum.

"Excellent," Jack said, pulling out the cork and taking a swig before
offering the bottle to Will.  "Care for a drink?"

Will hesitated only a moment before taking the bottle and swallowing a
mouthful of the rum, the liquor burning his throat.

Jack laughed softly, pounding Will's back as the lad coughed furiously,
trying to regain control of his lungs.  "You're going to have to learn to drink
like a pirate if you insist on being one."

"I'll keep that in mind, Captain," he said, glancing around the room, his
eyes landing on a set of manacles on the floor near the bed.  "I didn't know you
took prisoners."

Jack followed Will's gaze and bit back a laugh.  "I don't."

"Oh," he said, his face still puzzled, then shook it off.  "Captain, about
being a pirate, I'm not so sure anymore."

Arching an eyebrow, Jack sat and patted the spot on the bunk next to him. 
"Have a seat, lad, and tell me what the problem is."

Will sighed and sat down next to him, the young man's warmth instantly
seeping through Jack's skin and moving directly between his legs.


"The thing is, sir," he said, taking another drink, and needing only a few
seconds to recover this time, "I don't know if I've got what it takes to be a
pirate."

"Will, lad, you've faced more horrors than most pirates combined, and look at
you, you're still here.  Believe me, I wouldn't have chosen you as my first
mate if I didn't think you had the makings of a pirate in you."

Will turned to look at him, his warm brown eyes holding the Captain's colder
ones.  "You really think I've got a pirate in me?"

Oh, god, lad, don't start this again, he thought, closing his eyes, his hands
clenching into fists.  Breathe deep, Jack.  He's here for advice, not to play
'find the buried treasure'.

Suddenly, Will started to laugh, and Jack's eyes flew open to gaze into the
young man's face.  All innocence, all uncertainty had vanished.  Instead, there
was only the look of a minx who was trying to catch his breath.

"I tried, I really did," Will gasped, his arms wrapped around his sides which
hurt from laughing so hard.  "I was going to let this go on for at least
another week, I was having so much fun torturing you, but I can't do it anymore."

"What are you talking about?" he demanded, wondering if the boy had lost his
mind.

"You!" Will chuckled.  "Us!  Do you think I asked to be part of your crew
just to learn how to be a pirate?"  The young man pushed the Captain backwards
onto his bunk, leaning over him with a devilish grin on his face.  "That's just
a benefit.  I'm here for you."

He leaned down to kiss the Captain, but Jack grabbed him by the shoulders,
holding him back.  "You mean you've been deliberately driving me insane for
weeks, when all you wanted-"

"When all I wanted to do was climb your mast?" Will smirked.  "That's exactly
what I mean.  Prepare to be boarded, Captain."

The young man shoved Jack's arms away and marauded the Captain's lips,
delving his tongue into Jack's mouth, who was so surprised at Will's admission that
he didn't make any attempts to stop him.  As he slowly regained his senses,
however, it was Will's turn to be surprised as he found himself capsized and
lying under Jack.

The Captain pinned Will's arms above his head and looked down into the
laughing brown eyes.  "Are you playing games with me, Mr. Turner?  And you'd best be
careful how you answer, boy, because I'm not in a playful mood."

Will lifted his body, grinding his hips against Jack's, causing the pirate to
moan.  "This is no game, Captain.  Jack.  I'm yours, if you want me," he
said, biting his lower lip to try and keep from grinning.  He already knew Jack's
answer to that.

The Captain narrowed his eyes.  "You definitely have what it takes to be a
pirate, boy.  You're as cruel and vicious as any man on this ship."

"I'll take that as a compliment," Will chuckled.

"You'll take whatever I give you," Jack growled, pressing himself against the
younger man and kissing the eager lips. 

Clothes went flying throughout the cabin as the two realized they were only
seconds away from getting what they had been yearning for since the moment
they'd met.  Jack reached for the oil he kept by the bed for 'polishing his
musket' and quickly poured some onto his fingers.

There was to be nothing sweet and tender about this encounter.  They'd both
waited too long for that.  Will only wanted the pirate to fill him, to feel
Jack throughout his entire body.  He anxiously spread his legs, lifting his hips
as Jack's fingers entered him.

Jack thought for a moment that maybe they were going to fast, that he might
risk hurting the lad, but all concerns vanished as Will pushed himself on
Jack's fingers.  He moaned wantonly as Jack stretched him, the pirate nibbling on
the taut nipples that had mocked him every time Will took his shirt off, or
even worse, emerged wet and dripping from a swim in the sea.

"Damnit, Jack!  What are you waiting for?!" Will cried after the pirate had
been lapping endlessly at his right nipple.

"Just a little payback for making me suffer.  Thought you deserved a bit of
the same."

"I'm suffering!  Believe me, I'm suffering!"

"Then it's time for my favorite part--the plundering!" Jack grinned, and
pushed himself into the young man.

Will stifled a shout, but pushed Jack further, urging him deeper.  He clawed
at the Captain's back as Jack rocked into him, their bodies swaying with the
motion of the ship.  Soon, though, they outpaced the ship and were throwing
themselves into each other with the ferocity of a hurricane.

"Oh god!" Will gasped as he spilled himself between them, Jack leaning down
to swipe his tongue across the olive chest, tasting his lover.

"Sin and the sea," he grinned as he continued pounding into him.  "Just as
I'd always imagined."

The young man wrapped an arm around Jack's neck, pulling him down for a kiss.
He drew the pirate's tongue into his mouth, sucking on it with such passion
that he soon felt the pirate's heat spreading throughout his body as he
finally gave Jack the release he'd been longing for.

Muscles trembling, Jack withdrew from his lover, but refused to let him go. 
Arms around Will, he rested his head on the young man's chest, listening to
the rapid beat of his heart as it slowly returned to normal.

Smiling gently, Will toyed with the Captain's hair with one hand, softly
stroking the scruffy face with the other.  "I think I'm going to like being a
pirate."

"It's a lot harder than it looks."

"Oh, I think you've just demonstrated that," he teased, running a finger over
Jack's sensitive cock, causing him to whimper.

"Careful, boy, or I might have to use those shackles on you."

"Mmm. . . I was hoping you would, eventually."

Jack looked up at him and grinned.  "It's a damn good thing this ship can run
without me for a while, because I have a feeling we're going to be spending a
lot of time in this cabin."

"So long as I get to plunder you next time."

"Oh, you think so?" he asked as he slid down Will's body and took the tip of
the slowly reviving cock between his lips.

Within seconds, Will was shuddering and writhing at the ministrations of the
pirate's skilled mouth.  "Okay," he said somewhat breathlessly.  "Maybe not
this time, but definitely the next time."

Jack chuckled, the vibrations of sound sending waves over the length of
Will's shaft.  His clenching shut, then opening wide, he came in the pirate's
mouth, gasping as his hands twisted in the sheets.

"Thar he blows," Jack grinned as Will lay quivering beneath him. 

The young pirate gave him a dirty look, thinking that as soon as the Captain
fell asleep, he would find a proper use for those shackles. 



And so it was that Captain Jack Sparrow finally met his match, and together
they would rule the high seas.  As for who would rule their bed, well, that has
yet to be decided.

The End