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Title: Gardens of Stone 1 of 2
Author: Miss ‘Drea
Rating: R.
Pairing: Jack/Will
Warnings: Future!Fic, weird!fic
Summary: A story told in bits and pieces. How Will and Jack finally find each other again. It takes a while.


Drabble 1: Innocence Lost

William Turner, Captain of the Flying Dutchman, stood alone on the green tinted bowsprit. Souls flowed around him, so many that even the water - which before looked to be made of starlight - glowed in the ether. For years he had looked for him, years that passed without much blink or worry from the others on his ship.

But over hundred years went by and Captain Jack Sparrow never once graced the water of his spirit world, nor did he invite himself on the black hull of his ship. To him, and everyone else, Jack Sparrow never died. At least, William mused, not in the water.

A hand fell on his shoulder. “What are you thinking so hard about, Captain?” came the crisp clear voice of then-Admiral James Norrington, his vowels softened by years at sea.

“Nothing to think,” Will said after a moment, rubbing absently at the scar on his chest. It pulled sometimes, or even hurt on odd days, almost like someone was touching and gripping his heart. But on close inspection of the land, his crew told him the heart was safe.

“Ah,” James said knowingly, “you’re thinking about Jack Sparrow.”

“Captain,” Will corrected absently. “And no, I’m not.”

“Do you grieve for him?” Norrington asked, stepping up to join Will, pressing them shoulder to shoulder in a rare show of solidarity.

William continued to gaze out over the water. “I don’t believe there is anything to grieve.”

At this, James gave his captain an incredulous look. “Surely you must be joking!” he said. “You two were...”

“Aye,” Will interrupted, agreeing. “Were.”

With a heavy sigh, Norrington stepped down onto the deck. “Captain,” he said formerly, “you are a fool.”

Finally William turned to face him and James was a little frightened of the look in William’s eyes. “No, I’m not so little, not so innocent. I’ve thought a lot about innocence and what happens when it gets lost.”

“I’m sure you have...” murmured James as his captain stalked away, because though there wasn’t much light, he could see the bluish tinge around Will’s face, and the sparkling shine of scales on the back of his neck.

It was only a matter of time before he’d realized he’d been forgotten too.


Drabble Two: Surrender Gone

Captain Jack Sparrow was hung from the neck until dead on August 5th of 1715. Elizabeth Turner attended his funeral, and cried deep cleansing tears as he refused her help of escape. “I’ve got a plan, Lizzie my dear,” he said, swinging his hand along the air, “don’t worry, I’ll escape.”

For one day, his body swung in the harbor, his hat tacked to a sign that warned pirates away. The morning after, it, and his hat were gone. No one ever heard the name Jack Sparrow again. For a while, the aging woman had thought that the newest and notorious Calico Jack Rackham was her dear friend, but the man was too different, too blood thirsty. If he was her Jack, then he had changed for the worse.

Her son grew, and became a sailor with an gift for black smithing, but he too left her, and she was soon too old to make it to the hill over looking the cove where William would return to her. The fifth time he came, she died asleep in her bed, peacefully alone.

He never carried her in his arms again, but he took his only son with him, the boy chose to move on, change and grow with time and love. He’d been married, had children, crewing an undead ship of pirates and ex-Admirals was not his idea of the afterlife.

In the world of the living, a new pirate appeared, he warred for profit, and his name was Black Jack Davy. It was never again said that Captain Jack Sparrow had changed for the better. The first death, he said flippantly to the air, is always the hardest.


Drabble 3: Fortune Gained

Year 1743, and William could no longer remember the face of his wife or son. His father had moved on to lighter waters long ago, and James had stayed little longer than that. Only Joshamee Gibbs and surprisingly, Ana Maria, stayed on out of the original crew. Pintel and Ragetti had tried but they too felt the pull of the light at the end of the world.

Even Barbossa tried, but Ana Maria threatened him with bodily harm and he gave in graciously. And at the year of the Lord, 1743, William found himself drinking alone in the new Capital of Jamaica, Kingston, listening to the stories that flew around the room.

“Have you heard about Black Jack Davy?” whispered a woman at the bar. “I’ve heard he’s a devil with a sword, and a demon in the sack!” The girls giggled at the notion and William began to tune her out. “He tells fantastic stories,” she said when she had finished bragging to her friends, “he even knows the details about the Flying Dutchman.”

William’s seat, which had been before that, tipped back against the wall, slammed back to the dirt floor of the tavern with a startlingly loud bang. “What was that?” he asked in the ensuing silence.

“What was what?” the whore said nervously, patting at her hair in an attempt to look coy.

William jerked his head at the gaggle of girls. “The man you spoke of. Who is he?”

“No body knows who he is,” the bar tender said in defense of the girl. “But we all know what he is.”

Overly patiently, William asked through clenched teeth, “well then, what is he?”

The girl who had been swooning over him before smiled brilliantly. “He is made of illusion, if you look at him too hard then he seems to disappear. Deception, mirages, even his ship isn’t real!”

And with that, William knew the truth.

The wind that blew through the room startled everyone to look at the door, but when they glanced back at the stranger with too many questions, he was gone. Another rumor started that night.


Drabble 4: Seven Sentences of Sin

1. Wrath: William was never more angry than the day that Billy stopped visiting him with his mother, it was only once matched in anger when he found out that Elizabeth aborted their second child.

2. Sloth: The first time that William bypassed a ship, he felt ill for days; but the second and third, and twelfth time, he only felt cold.

3. Gluttony: He’d rut her raw, until she could take no more pleasure, her body sated and used in all the right ways while he was still hungry and terrified for more.

4. Lust: The third time he’d visited, she offered her arms to him and he’d given her a nice if not chaste hug - that night, he found himself pounding to his own fist, a very different name on his lips.

5. Envy: Billy got to grow up, William never did.

6. Pride: When James first pointed out the scales, William disregarded them immediately- but when the Angel Fish glow of iridescence crawled its way over muscle and sinew, it was only his ego that kept him from panicking.

7. Greed: It wasn’t enough to collect the souls of the lost at sea, he only wanted one.


Drabble 5: Seven Sentences of Virtue

1. Chastity: Black Jack Davy only had women when he couldn’t take the strain anymore, but Black Jack Davy never learned their names.

2. Temperance: “Go,” he said to the young boy, “and tell no one of what you’ve seen.”

3. Charity: He left a bag of told on the grave site of a woman who had killed him, and never year when he returned to do it again, the gold was always gone.

4. Diligence: He listened avidly for stories, any sightings any word of the man who haunted his dreams...and his nightmares.

5. Patience: “No.”

6. Kindness: He was sick, so Black Jack slipped the knife over his throat, feeling the tender squeeze of hands at his waist, and the man who would have died from a disease there was no cure for, died instead because of a friend.

7. Humility: When he drinks too much, he cries but the crew are too afraid to mention it.

Drabble 6: A Time Line by William Turner and Black Jack Davy (At Two Separate Times)

1638 - I was born
1645 - I was born
1648 - I ran away from home
1653 - I went to the Caribbean on a ship
1656 - I was Nathanial Tash’s Cabin Boy
1655 - I fell in love
1670 - I met Bill.
1660 - I became a black smith
1660 - I became a Captain
1662 - I met Him, and fought undead pirates.
1662 - I met him and fell in love.
1670 - I became the Captain.
1670 - I gave up everything.
1700 - Elizabeth died and I felt relieved
1700 - She died and I didn’t mourn.
1743 - Found you.
1743 - No, you didn’t.

Drabble 7: There’s a First Time For Everything

1. Anger: When Jack Sparrow (now artfully know as Black Jack Davy) accidently stumbled upon Ana Maria, he knew that her angry slap was nothing compared to the enraged punch he was bound to get from William.

2. Hate: It was easier to pretend to hate him that let him know how much he was loved.

3. Love: It was harder to love him than to pretend to hate him.

4. Sadness: William left anyway, and Jack didn’t know what to do about it.

5. Happiness: So instead, he just ran after him.

6. Jealousy: William could clearly remember Elizabeth kissing Jack, and for once he thought clearly about it, and the Angel Fish scales began to slip off his body.

Drabble 8: The Way Forward is Sometimes the Way Back

The scales jingled like coins hitting the deck as Jack climbed up the ropes on the side of the ship. He stood, his hair a little shoulder, his red bandana now a vibrant blue, the whale bone gone, and the beads a little less noticeable. Even his beard was clipped short, because Jack wouldn’t have been Jack without something on his face that bordered on ridiculous. “Why are you here?” asked William, still drinking in the sight of him.

“Why wouldn’t I be?” Jack asked diffidently, leaning against the railing of the ship.

William looked irritated. “I can think of several reasons.”

Jack’s lips pursed with some indefinable emotion. “Because,” he said haughtily, “ever action has a reaction.”

The eye roll he got was so William Turner that he couldn’t help but grin. The smile faded however when Will didn’t return the gesture. “Every action has a consequence too,” he told Jack pointed, before touching the space where his heart was supposed to be out of habit.

Jack thought for a very long time, before finally reaching into his loose white shirt and pulling out something on a long chain. “I know,” he said short, and a cursed medallion gleamed on his end.

A muscle in William’s jaw tensed. “Get off my ship,” he told Jack, and the pirate nodded once. He turned and smoothly dove over the side and William ordered Ana Maria to take her down immediately.

But the scales stayed on the deck of the ship until the water washed them away, and the sea of the dead was clean within a week. It wasn’t until then that William found him, floating along on a boat alone, a single candle flame between them, that William realized who had rescued his heart from Elizabeth.

“What about your immortality?” William asked finally, when they separated for air.

“Don’t worry about it,” Jack responded. “I buried it with her a long time ago.”


Drabble 1: Garden of Stone

It was Calypso who once again managed to throw a wrench in it, She appeared in all her glory - sans crabs to Jack’s relief - on the middle of the third day Sparrow joined ranks. Her eyes were oddly solemn in her black face, even the tattered taffeta of her dress was still and silent. It was though everything else had stopped moving as well.

“Wil’em Tu’ner...” she drawled, and the spell fell even heavier on the crew mates. Slowly Jack felt his awareness slipping away until even his thoughts were quiet. “Ye ‘ave broken dem rules,” she intoned, a trace of sympathy in her tone.

“What rules have I broken?” Will demanded, fear creeping up his spine, the same way scales had only days before.

“‘E was never a’posed ta come ta ye...” Calypso gestured to Jack, his face frozen in the parody of concern.

William’s answering retort was bitter. “Everyone dies.”

But the Water Goddess shook her head, her face drawing closed in her sorrow. “Nay,” she told him. “Not dat one.” With a sweeping motion that was almost comical in its execution, she held out a hand and something small and round lay inside. The fear that had been creeping up his spine splashed fully into his heart.

“You cannot be serious,” William cried, taking a step away.

“On de contrary,” Calypso murmured, sashaying her way towards Jack, “I am quite.” She stroked the side of Jack’s face for a moment, before slipping the gold medallion back into him. The hated coin floated weightlessly for a moment before it looped around his neck and bound him.

“Why?” asked Will as Jack began to fade from sight. “Why?”

This time, her smile was only melancholy. “‘Cause time makes fools of us all...” she began to fade along with Jack. “An’ t’is rather fun ta watch...”

Then both Goddess and Jack were gone and no one could remember that the pirate had ever been on the ship. More horrifying of all was that the scales William had finally learned to shed were now present back on his body.

Drabble 2: Bring Out the Dead

1. Death: Jack did not hesitate in digging up the small grave he had made for William’s heart, it was just behind Elizabeth’s, and under the medallion lay the key. With shaking fingers, he opened the box, but his fears only grew as the heart beat once, twice and was silent.

2. Forgotten: The world didn’t need legends anymore, and Black Jack Davy faded like the best of them, a ghost among other ghosts lost in a fog of forgetfulness.

3. Loss: “No,” he said to the boy, “not yet.”

4. Blood: He didn’t bleed anymore, the cuts just sealed over themselves, leaving nothing but a faint ache and a pain that was only spiritual.

5. Immortality: It wasn’t until after the last 100 years alone did he truly learn what hate meant.

6. Dreams: They dreamed of each other often, but William could never find him in life and Jack didn’t bother waiting.

7. Time: The day the Titanic sunk, William was there to clean up the souls, the shining scales that slid up the side of his neck and played patterns over his cheekbones glinting sinister in the moonlight.

8. Light: One day, the medallion released its hold from him, and dropped effortlessly into the sea.

9. Reunion: The day that Jack died for the second (or was it third?) Time, he was shocked to discover the same William was not waiting for him.


Drabble 3: Enough

Alone in the candlelight of the cabin room, Jack slowly and reverently unbuttoned the small white snaps on William’s shirt, revealing inch by inch the tanned flesh speckled with iridescent scales. They were cool to the touch, but smooth and when Jack laid his lips there, they were tasteless, while his skin was warm with sweat.

The scales painted pictures across his upper body, in great sweeps and whirls that seemed to have no rhyme or reason. And Jack delighted in the way that William’s fingers fisted themselves into the blankets as he traced their patterns happily down his torso.

In rebuttal, William divested Jack of the layers and layers he wore upon his person, until his too thin body came into view. William stared for a long moment and Jack didn’t fidget - though he wanted to - and finally William ducked his head and kissed him.

They moved together, shifting and rolling their hips together in a desperate dance of longing, pain and regret. Jack would have been satisfied only to crawl deeper into Jack’s mouth, his skin and body. Jack would have none of it, flipping them over to slide his hand between the too perfect cheeks of William’s bottom, to find that the scales did not cover him there either.

The dominant captain in William growled and snapped against his tight leash of control while the lover in him spread his legs wider and begged a little prettier. Jack dipped one finger in, two and then three before Will twisted out of his grip and pinned Jack to the bed.

With one fluid movement that shouldn’t have been possible, William slipped up his body only to lower himself onto Jack’s leaking erection, taking care to go as slowly as he dared. Jack strained and grunted, disliking his lack of participation until finally William was seated to the hilt.

They both gasped at the feeling as time seemed to slow and water rushed in their ears. Jack rolled them over and their legs grew tangled as one thrust and the other retreated in a dance they’d long to complete since traveling together on the Interceptor so many years before.

When the water was gone and the sun rose behind them, the candle completely out, William shuddering, finally spoke: “I love you,” he whispered into Jack’s chest. “God, how I love you.”

Jack convulsed, coming harder than he had in years to his words. “Me too,” he muttered against the sea soaked hair. “Me too.”

It wasn’t the words but it was enough.


Drabble 4: A Dialogue in Two Parts

“What did you mean?”

“When? Because I say a rather lot of things and I could have meant anything depending on the day, and my mood, and how many souls you took, or it could have been something I–...”

“You said you buried your immortality with her.”


“Ah? What is that, ah? What exactly did you mean, Jack?”

“Nothing, I didn’t mean anything about it.”




“The day that she died, she told Billy to give me a large box of things. In this large, wooden box that was poorly made by the way, was your little sea chest. She told me I’d never be able to open it, because she never had the key.”

“I gave you the key.”

“You never told her that.”

“Aye, well, I was afraid she’d suss out the symbolism.”

“...what symbolism?”

“Never you mind, Jack.”

“Right...anyway, I buried it with her.”

“Why? To avoid temptation?”

“I’m not entirely sure what you mean.”

“I can think of a lot of reasons for you to want me dead.”

“I thought we covered this, dear William!”

“Well maybe we need to cover it again!”

“I love you, you stupid, stubborn, overly idiotic creature!”

“Thought so.”

“Thought so?! Thought so?!”

“Don’t shriek so Jack, you’re beginning to imitate Ana Maria.”

“I’m going to tell her you said that.”

“Go ahead.”

Instead, Jack kissed him, and Ana Maria - who had been, without remorse, listening at the door - decided to forgive Will for comparing her to Jack. After all, men in love did often say stupid things.


Drabble 5: Rules of Conduct, Code of Behavior

1. Rules: Rules are only there when it’s hardest to follow them, William whispered to the little boy who had a large metal rod through his fragile chest, and then he slipped a hand over his gasping mouth and pressed.

2. Mythology: Somewhere along the line, time just ran out, and the legend that was just went away. The world no longer had any need for him.

3. Alone: “You can’t leave me here alone like this,” Jack begged the earth, as William peacefully passed along the dagger, “you can’t!”

4. Legacy: Captain Jack Sparrow, Captain of the Flying Dutchman buried William’s body beside the grave site of his wife, his son and his unborn daughter. Jack’s own heart went with him.

5. Wrong: “I told him,” Calypso said, “you were never supposed to die.”

6. Right: “Then why did he?” Jack asked hollowly, “why did he?”

7. Heaven: William wasn’t entirely sure what kind of world he woke up in when he finally sat up, gasping for air, but the sand for millions of miles gave him some idea.

8. Hell: Water, water, everywhere and all the boards did shrink, water, water everywhere and not a drop to drink.

Drabble 6: Answers

In the year 1945, after both wars were over and done with, and the world sat in a discordant period of psychotic rest, Calypso, now a woman with a gun over her shoulder, finally let the legend go.

There was fun while it lasted, letting William have a taste of forever before giving it to his lover, though she never meant to hurt anyone. William waited and now Jack would find him, it was only a matter of time.

The Flying Dutchman, battle shielded with steel and huge battalions of guns and powder, sank slowly beneath the waves, giving into the curse surrounding the area. No Magic held her together any longer, and finally, finally, Davy Jones’ spirit could be set free.

The world didn’t need her, nor did it need her children, and slowly she began to fade from thought, from book, from memory, until Jack Sparrow, William Turner and all their get were gone. It was easier that way.


Drabble 7: Happily Never After

Jack wasn’t covered in scales, but he was covered in dirt when William accidently stumbled upon him. He lay face down in the sand, his chest rising and falling rhythmically. This rather confused dear William, since the last he had heard, Jack had no heart. But, with a quick dry press of hands, he found this was not the case.

When he rolled Jack over and found him to be Jack and not the sad, scary excuse of a man he’d grown used to on the ship. William sat beside him and mused that while he never could understand Calypso’s motives, it must turn out all right at the end.

He never had understood why Jack had arrived on his ship, then been banished three days later only to return again almost a hundred years in the future. Maybe they both needed to grow up, or maybe Jack needed to fulfill some great plan, but it had made their twenty years together very cherished and needed.

A light groan from Jack drew his attention downward, and he tucked a wayward strand of his hair behind his ear. The touch alone drew Jack upwards to consciousness, his exhausted body fighting him every step of the way.

A husky laugh caused his eyes to snap open and Jack looked up into the warm brown eyes of the lover who had died in his arms. “William?”

“‘Lo, Jack,” William rumbled and finally, the sun came out.


Drabble 8: A Last Message from your Narrator:

Calypso: “I am haunted by humans.”


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