FIC: Redemption
Title: Signed, Sealed, Delivered, I’m Yours
Part: 4/5 - Redemption
Author: miss_drea_fic
Fandom: Pirates of the Caribbean
Pairing: Jack/Will, Jack/Elizabeth, Will/Elizabeth
Rating: R
Summary: In the late 1800s, there was a town built upon the ocean, it was called Libertalia and William Turner thanked its creation with every breath he took as he walked on its decks.
Disclaimer: The Mouse owns it all.
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Will recovered his wits enough not to stumble and fall into the crashing surf which seemed to be laughing at him as it was. Foam frothed up over his calves and he found himself steadied by the rolling gait of the sea. “Tia Dalma,” he whispered, looking at her familiar countenance in surprised anger. “What have you done?”
“Done?” the priestess asked lightly. “I ‘ave done not’ing you ‘aven’ asked me fer,” Tia said musically, swaying her way towards him. “You have been charged wit’ de ferryin’ o’ souls, Wil’em Tu’ner. An’ you ‘ave done very well.”
Will straightened his stance and glared down at her smaller form. “Then why,” he asked coldly, “am I still Captain? ”
Her mocking smile faded slightly and she lifted a surprisingly clean hand to trace his cheek bone. “Ahh...Wil’em Tu’ner. De Captainship of de Flyin’ Dutchman was never supposed ta be yours fer dis long. Dis world...it ‘as no need fer legends any longe’. I am sorry.”
Will jerked his head away from her touch. “Tell me Tell me Calypso Davy Jones was charged by you to carry the souls of the dead. If he did this, he could not step foot on land except for once every ten years. If you were to wait for him, he would give up his captainship for you. Instead you chose not to be there, and he cut out his heart, changing the curse for the rest of us. Elizabeth waited, Tia Dalma She waited She was there ”
The priestess turned her head to one side and looked up at him unwaveringly. “No, dear Wil’em. De curse would only live on if’n...” here she paused, and when she next spoke, Tia Dalma’s words were strangely enunciated, “if’n she wasnae faifthful.”
Will stared down at the human form of the sea goddess, uncomprehending her words. He frowned, running over the curse and its addendums in his mind, and back over what she had just said. Calypso just stared at him steadily and watched as awareness bled over his features. “She wasn’t...how...who?” he whispered brokenly.
“Dat is no’ me place ta tell you, Wil’em. Only know dat th’ child wasnae yours.”
In a surge of hot anger Will dragged Calypso close to him, his fingers digging into her arms. “Did you know? ” he shouted at her. “All this time, did you know? ”
She gently pried his fingers away and stepped back. “I knew,” she said evenly.
“You know who fathered him,” Will said, his voice a statement and not a question. She nodded, and he asked. “Who?”
“You know,” Calypso said evenly.
“No,” snapped Will. “That cannot be true. How can you tell me that is true when you wrote the letter you wrote. When you dragged me here to tell me this It is not true ”
“So de thought crossed your mind,” Calypso said, her voice suddenly amused. She spun away to look over the sand dunes. “The father of your child sits there,” she said pointing. “Did you know, Wil’em Tu’ner, what ‘appened ta your ‘eart?”
“He did not...” Will began hotly but trailed off at Calypso’s dry look. “No,” he answered her. “I do not know what happened to my heart. Eliza...She said that it was safe.”
“It is.” Calypso turned her gaze to a ship just beyond The Flying Dutchman. Will turned to look, and floating serenely in the moonlight was The Black Pearl. Will wasn’t entirely sure how he missed it the first time.
“It’s on the Pearl?” Will asked, his brow creased in confusion. “I don’t...I don’t understand.”
Calypso rolled her eyes. “Wil’em, Wil’em. Jack Sparrow remembers not’ing of de nigh’ he spent wit’ fair Elizabeth. She drank wit’ ‘im, and laid wit’ ‘im, and was gone before ‘e woke in de mornin’. She knew very well what she was doing. Dat day she left Jack wit’ de key.”
“And when she died...?” Will asked, his eyes still on the Pearl.
“And when she died, she gave ‘er son directions ta give de ‘eart ta Jack.” Calypso reached up and turned his face towards hers again. “She said it was always ‘is ta begin wit’.”
“That’s not true ” snapped the captain of the Dutchman. “I loved Elizabeth With everything ”
“No’...everythin’,” Calypso said smoothly. “You shared your body wit’ a pirate, boy. Wha’ makes you t’ink you din’t share your ‘eart?”
“You don’t know the whole story ” Will growled, wrenching away from her again. “You don’t know,” he said again, pointing a shaky finger at her.
Calypso laughed then, and the sea around his ankles laughed with her. “I know dat on de Interceptor two men laid waste to dere sorrows wit’ rum an’ each other. I know dat feelin’ of betrayal when ol’ Jack used you to bait Davy Jones. I know dat Jack, de same man who fated you to my love, kissed de scars on your back until dey healed o’ dere own accord.” She walked towards him, the water at her feet parting so her skirts never grew damp. “And,” she said finally, and the water that parted for her, gathered under her feet to raise her to his height, “I know dat de same man dere whispered dose words fer you to ‘ear de day you told him to leave and never come back.”
“He...what?” Will whispered, no longer backing away from her.
“Dose words, dose sacred words that bind and tie. Words dat Davy Jones forgot I ‘ad once said, and de words tha’ bound you and Elizabeth Swann”
“Jack...Jack never,” Will said uncertainly, “never said he loved me.”
She looked at him evenly. “Neither did Elizabeth Swann.” Calypso lowered herself back into the water. They stood knee deep together and Will noticed vaguely that the yellow taffeta dress was washing away from her with every motion of the tide. “Sometimes,” she said, “its de times when Jack doesnae speak when you must listen.”
“Calypso...” William whispered, turning his eyes to the sand dunes. “I cannot go to him.”
She chuckled, from somewhere behind him. “Consider de rest of tonight a boon from de goddess. Be back in de water by dawn, Wil’em Tu’ner.”
“Thank...” he turned to face her, and found only bubbles in her wake. “...You,” he finished needlessly. The water lapped at his heels, urging him onward. He stepped out of the surf and on to the shore.
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Jack sat looking out over the land part of Libertalia with an empty bottle of rum in one hand. He’d finished it much quicker than he expected to, and was left with nothing more to do than to watch the comings and goings, and...mope.
Out of the corner of his eye he saw Anaya sitting on the docks, waiting uselessly for someone who obviously wasn’t going to come. He sat in lonesome silence for a while before he stood. “Fuck,” he mumbled under his breath, and turned to go back down the hill to reclaim Anaya and go back inside.
Standing on the hill top was William Turner. Jack froze. “Will...” he said. “You’re...on...land?” he looked the lithe figure up and down. “What...I don’t...Will?”
Will grinned sadly. “Hello, Jack.”
*End Part Four
Part: 4/5 - Redemption
Author: miss_drea_fic
Fandom: Pirates of the Caribbean
Pairing: Jack/Will, Jack/Elizabeth, Will/Elizabeth
Rating: R
Summary: In the late 1800s, there was a town built upon the ocean, it was called Libertalia and William Turner thanked its creation with every breath he took as he walked on its decks.
Disclaimer: The Mouse owns it all.
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Will recovered his wits enough not to stumble and fall into the crashing surf which seemed to be laughing at him as it was. Foam frothed up over his calves and he found himself steadied by the rolling gait of the sea. “Tia Dalma,” he whispered, looking at her familiar countenance in surprised anger. “What have you done?”
“Done?” the priestess asked lightly. “I ‘ave done not’ing you ‘aven’ asked me fer,” Tia said musically, swaying her way towards him. “You have been charged wit’ de ferryin’ o’ souls, Wil’em Tu’ner. An’ you ‘ave done very well.”
Will straightened his stance and glared down at her smaller form. “Then why,” he asked coldly, “am I still Captain? ”
Her mocking smile faded slightly and she lifted a surprisingly clean hand to trace his cheek bone. “Ahh...Wil’em Tu’ner. De Captainship of de Flyin’ Dutchman was never supposed ta be yours fer dis long. Dis world...it ‘as no need fer legends any longe’. I am sorry.”
Will jerked his head away from her touch. “Tell me Tell me Calypso Davy Jones was charged by you to carry the souls of the dead. If he did this, he could not step foot on land except for once every ten years. If you were to wait for him, he would give up his captainship for you. Instead you chose not to be there, and he cut out his heart, changing the curse for the rest of us. Elizabeth waited, Tia Dalma She waited She was there ”
The priestess turned her head to one side and looked up at him unwaveringly. “No, dear Wil’em. De curse would only live on if’n...” here she paused, and when she next spoke, Tia Dalma’s words were strangely enunciated, “if’n she wasnae faifthful.”
Will stared down at the human form of the sea goddess, uncomprehending her words. He frowned, running over the curse and its addendums in his mind, and back over what she had just said. Calypso just stared at him steadily and watched as awareness bled over his features. “She wasn’t...how...who?” he whispered brokenly.
“Dat is no’ me place ta tell you, Wil’em. Only know dat th’ child wasnae yours.”
In a surge of hot anger Will dragged Calypso close to him, his fingers digging into her arms. “Did you know? ” he shouted at her. “All this time, did you know? ”
She gently pried his fingers away and stepped back. “I knew,” she said evenly.
“You know who fathered him,” Will said, his voice a statement and not a question. She nodded, and he asked. “Who?”
“You know,” Calypso said evenly.
“No,” snapped Will. “That cannot be true. How can you tell me that is true when you wrote the letter you wrote. When you dragged me here to tell me this It is not true ”
“So de thought crossed your mind,” Calypso said, her voice suddenly amused. She spun away to look over the sand dunes. “The father of your child sits there,” she said pointing. “Did you know, Wil’em Tu’ner, what ‘appened ta your ‘eart?”
“He did not...” Will began hotly but trailed off at Calypso’s dry look. “No,” he answered her. “I do not know what happened to my heart. Eliza...She said that it was safe.”
“It is.” Calypso turned her gaze to a ship just beyond The Flying Dutchman. Will turned to look, and floating serenely in the moonlight was The Black Pearl. Will wasn’t entirely sure how he missed it the first time.
“It’s on the Pearl?” Will asked, his brow creased in confusion. “I don’t...I don’t understand.”
Calypso rolled her eyes. “Wil’em, Wil’em. Jack Sparrow remembers not’ing of de nigh’ he spent wit’ fair Elizabeth. She drank wit’ ‘im, and laid wit’ ‘im, and was gone before ‘e woke in de mornin’. She knew very well what she was doing. Dat day she left Jack wit’ de key.”
“And when she died...?” Will asked, his eyes still on the Pearl.
“And when she died, she gave ‘er son directions ta give de ‘eart ta Jack.” Calypso reached up and turned his face towards hers again. “She said it was always ‘is ta begin wit’.”
“That’s not true ” snapped the captain of the Dutchman. “I loved Elizabeth With everything ”
“No’...everythin’,” Calypso said smoothly. “You shared your body wit’ a pirate, boy. Wha’ makes you t’ink you din’t share your ‘eart?”
“You don’t know the whole story ” Will growled, wrenching away from her again. “You don’t know,” he said again, pointing a shaky finger at her.
Calypso laughed then, and the sea around his ankles laughed with her. “I know dat on de Interceptor two men laid waste to dere sorrows wit’ rum an’ each other. I know dat feelin’ of betrayal when ol’ Jack used you to bait Davy Jones. I know dat Jack, de same man who fated you to my love, kissed de scars on your back until dey healed o’ dere own accord.” She walked towards him, the water at her feet parting so her skirts never grew damp. “And,” she said finally, and the water that parted for her, gathered under her feet to raise her to his height, “I know dat de same man dere whispered dose words fer you to ‘ear de day you told him to leave and never come back.”
“He...what?” Will whispered, no longer backing away from her.
“Dose words, dose sacred words that bind and tie. Words dat Davy Jones forgot I ‘ad once said, and de words tha’ bound you and Elizabeth Swann”
“Jack...Jack never,” Will said uncertainly, “never said he loved me.”
She looked at him evenly. “Neither did Elizabeth Swann.” Calypso lowered herself back into the water. They stood knee deep together and Will noticed vaguely that the yellow taffeta dress was washing away from her with every motion of the tide. “Sometimes,” she said, “its de times when Jack doesnae speak when you must listen.”
“Calypso...” William whispered, turning his eyes to the sand dunes. “I cannot go to him.”
She chuckled, from somewhere behind him. “Consider de rest of tonight a boon from de goddess. Be back in de water by dawn, Wil’em Tu’ner.”
“Thank...” he turned to face her, and found only bubbles in her wake. “...You,” he finished needlessly. The water lapped at his heels, urging him onward. He stepped out of the surf and on to the shore.
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Jack sat looking out over the land part of Libertalia with an empty bottle of rum in one hand. He’d finished it much quicker than he expected to, and was left with nothing more to do than to watch the comings and goings, and...mope.
Out of the corner of his eye he saw Anaya sitting on the docks, waiting uselessly for someone who obviously wasn’t going to come. He sat in lonesome silence for a while before he stood. “Fuck,” he mumbled under his breath, and turned to go back down the hill to reclaim Anaya and go back inside.
Standing on the hill top was William Turner. Jack froze. “Will...” he said. “You’re...on...land?” he looked the lithe figure up and down. “What...I don’t...Will?”
Will grinned sadly. “Hello, Jack.”
*End Part Four